July 28, 2017
"Hey, I'm finally back!"
"What's the matter, lost soul?"
"The bar street in Xitang, it's noisy, noisy, bong, bong, bong! I'm going to blow my head off! It's such an ancient town, I have to play 'Tu Hei'!"
"Which bar street in an ancient town is not noisy?"
"Well..."
Every lively ancient town must have a noisy bar street.
The people there were exhausted, the people there were hoarse, the people there were intoxicated by the roaring bass waves, and they were pulling bright red papers one by one.
The pieces of paper were scattered one after another, in exchange for glass bottles of different colors.
The function of the glass bottle is to exchange for the men and women who sleep in the same bed with it.
"Ah! It's not yet 12 o'clock in the morning, so I'll go back to the guest room to wash up. Children, don't forget to promise me the night in the south of the Yangtze River in the morning!"
"Um."
"Where are you going to take me?"
"roof."
"roof?"
"It's a big luck tonight. All the guest rooms near the river are vacant. Let's climb out of the windows of the guest rooms near the river, sit, lie down on the roof, and watch the stars!"
"OK!"
I took my aunt and was climbing on the window sill of A205.
There were densely packed light gray footprints under the window sill and on the base of the wall. Most of them are the net marks of my flip-flops, and the few are the strip marks of Brother Zhao's canvas shoes.
But my aunt couldn't climb up.
All I saw was her stubby legs bouncing and then kicking, scratching against the base of the snow-white wall. "Swish, shua, chacha", adding dark gray footprints.
Unable to do anything, my aunt suddenly took the palm of my right hand.
Her slender hands were warm and moist, carrying a warm affection, as soft as cotton candy; it didn't look shriveled, cracked, or aged at all.
How does this post-80s girl look like 33 years old?
My aunt grabbed me who was squatting on the window sill, and jumped to the side.
The sheds are tilted, and the bricks and tiles are slippery.
Seeing this situation, she pursed her pink lips. Reluctantly and cautiously, he followed my footsteps, held my palm, and went to the eaves near the river.
I sit beside her, Shiva.
On the bricks and tiles, there was a ticking sound of crushed mud falling into the heart of the river. Under the water waves, the sound of the white fish floating and panting is accompanied by the crowing of the frogs in the distant rice fields, which are one after another and complement each other.
But this night, there were more aunts on the bricks and tiles.
She seemed not to allow me to listen quietly to Mi Ye, but spoke eloquently and eloquently about her life in Chengdu.
"On the balcony of the house, my mother raised a male and a female parrot for me. They are very cute, one is called 'big-eyed girl' and the other is called 'little daughter-in-law'."
"I am a Buddhist believer, and I often go to Baoguang Temple to worship in my free time."
"On Jinsha Street, there is a barbecue restaurant that is famous for its pork belly, potato chips, and Bobo chicken. If you're willing, I can show you the Sichuan-Chongqing spicy."
…
…
…
As the starry night breeze blows, my aunt's short hair is dancing.
The dancing hair is permeated and waving with bursts of fragrance, maybe lemon, maybe blueberry, maybe orange, it just refreshes my heart.
I was intoxicated and didn't mind that it might have come from the shampoo.
"I'm always nagging, it's up to you to talk."
"What do you want to hear?"
"Why did you come to Xitang? Did you read someone's book and became attracted thereafter? Or did you escape to this small clean place and be cynical because you encountered unsatisfactory things in life?"
"There's no complicated reason."
"oh?"
"When I came to Xitang, I just didn't appreciate the scenery of 'small bridges, flowing water, and people'. The reason for this is exactly the same as the original intention of other tourists coming to Xitang."
"We came and left in a while; you came, will you leave?"
"meeting."
"Why?"
"To Xitang, I have always been a passer-by."
"oh?"
"I am a child who likes to wander and loves home. I stayed in 1981 for a year and a half. It's time to try a new way of travel and go back to my hometown."
"What's the new way to travel?"
"I plan to ride an electric bike and start from Jiaxing. I will go to places with beautiful scenery as I like, take many photos, and encounter many stories. Finally, I will go to Guangxi and Liuzhou."
"Little friend, are you... all right?"
"Riding an electric car from Zhejiang to Guangxi, you think it's a fantasy, right?"
"certainly!"
"In 2015, I rode a very ordinary electric bicycle from Guangxi Normal University in Guilin. After two days and two nights, it arrived in Liuzhou smoothly."
"So what, Guilin and Liuzhou are not both in Guangxi."
"On the plains, the distance between every city and village is almost equal. Every 100 kilometers, there is a city; every 50 kilometers, there is a county; every 20 kilometers, there is a town. "
"Then?"
"If there are cities, counties, and towns, there will be people; if there are people, there will be electricity; if there is electricity, the battery life will be maintained."
"right!"
"I rode back to Liuzhou from Guilin with a regular 60V electric bike. When it is at 100% voltage, it maintains an average speed of 25-30 yards and can last 70-80 kilometers."
"Are you going to bring it to Xitang and ride it back to Liuzhou?"
"I used to think about it."
"What about now?"
"I happened to see a very beautiful electric car on the website. It is said to be equipped with Panasonic batteries and BOSCH motors; the limit speed is 75 yards, and the limit range is 200 kilometers."
"Are you going to buy it?"
"I already bought it."
I was talking non-stop, lying on the bricks and tiles, stretching my arms very stretched, and happily fantasizing about riding this electric car across the motherland one day in the not-too-distant future.
"Plop!"
Unexpectedly, my aunt also lay down in a similar manner, laying on my right arm impartially. She was blinking her pupils happily, searching in the night.
"you..."
"Hey, it's so comfortable!"
"Okay... okay, you go on..."
My heart skipped a beat, and the thousands of glass beads jumped up and down. They splashed happily, as if they were about to fly into the sky before giving up.
"Tell me, what does the Big Dipper look like?"
"Miss sister, did the teacher forget to teach you when you were in middle school? The Big Dipper is right under your nose, don't you know how to lift your head and have a look?"
"What! Right under your nose?"
"Well, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. The Big Dipper is like an axe, like a sickle. First, there are 4 straight lines, and then there are 4 bent ones."
"Why are there 8?"
"Miss, the one in the middle is connected to the front and back!"
"Wow! I see it!"
At this time, I was already indifferent to the galaxy in the night sky.
Miss Sister's dancing hair, bright eyes, gentle pink lips, and her protruding breasts made my ears feel cold and hot for a while.
It's getting colder and hotter.
Mua!
Like a mad tiger pouncing on its food, I reached out my right arm very swiftly, and held the little sister in my arms; before she could resist, I took advantage of the situation and raised the palm of my left hand, cupped that soft cheek, and pressed my lips together Kissed it.
"Hey! Are you crazy!?"
"without..."
"I'm tired, I have to go back to my room"
"What?"
"Hey! I only treat you as a little brother!"
"Hey! I don't think of you as a big sister!"
Her lips and tongue trembled, her forehead was pale, and she dodged in terror. She turned left, right, and backward, but she encountered slanted bricks and tiles everywhere, and she had no way to hide and escape.
The front of Dudu is empty, but there is a Fuchun River.
My voice is high-pitched, awakening the clear dreams of broken mud, and they fall down; disturbing the feast of white fish, they suddenly scatter;
"You don't leave, okay?"
"Why?"
"Look, the moon is really round, and the night is just full of stars. After a while, the sky will be bright. When the sun rises in the east, the scenery must be wonderful!"
"Well..."
"On the terrace on the third floor, there is a thatched cottage."
"And then?"
"In the thatched cottage, there is a swing chair. Let's sit on the swing chair and watch the sunrise. Just in time, I'll go back to the room to get the tripod and take a time-lapse video for you."
"Time-lapse photography?"
"On TV, there are often advertisements or documentaries about nature. There are bones blooming into petals, clouds passing through mountains, and the rising and falling of stars are all time-lapse photography."
"OK!"
The swing chair was also smeared with golden oil wax.
At first glance, it is a family with the wooden cabinet at the front desk.
The chain of the swing chair held the palm of my left hand while holding the palm of the young lady's right hand. It leisurely followed her legs, swaying under the dark and gradually blue night sky.
At first glance, he and she are a family.
Under the water tower in the east, the fish belly is white.
I hurriedly stood up and went to the tripod next to the guardrail to fiddle with the time-lapse photography recording; the young lady also stood up and came to the guardrail, leaning over beside me.
Her forehead is closely against mine.
On the screen of the mobile phone, layers of jade-white flowing clouds gradually turned red; my face was also as red as the flowing clouds; my ears were also as red as my face.
"uh-huh..."
"what?"
"I'm thinking about it. Calling you 'Miss Sister' all the time seems to be very distant. It's always inappropriate. So, I just gave you a new nickname."
"What nickname?"
"Well... I gradually got to know you because of that light gray suitcase with missing keys. From now on, wow, I'll call you 'luggage'!"
"screw you!"
"Hey, the suitcase is obviously cute!"
"screw you!"
The crimson clouds are like a phoenix in nirvana.
The phoenix of nirvana has dyed its belly and wings with the brilliance of the rising sun. It soars and hovers by the Fuchun River; it gallops and disappears for thousands of miles and nine days.
September 19, 2017
It has been a long time since the suitcase returned to Chengdu.
During this period of time, she repeatedly talked nonsense with me tirelessly, sometimes through voice calls and sometimes through video calls. I listened to her story as if we were under the same roof.
"Ding ding ding!"
"Hey! Sister Box, are you here to torture the white rabbit again?"
"Oh, is it Brother Zhao?"
"yes."
"Brother Zhao, I didn't come here to torture you, what a mess? Hurry up, go to the Internet cafe and fool around with Wang Sanpi. Come on, call Little Toffee!"
"Sister Box, did you call today for 10 hours? Or for 13 hours?"
"Zhao, do you want to die!!!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Big White Rabbit, Miss Box is calling you..."
Or "big white rabbit", or "little toffee", all of which are based on the unified name of my social network: "watermelon toffee big white rabbit".
But later, the suitcase forced me to change it.
The phone calls in the suitcase accompanied me through the end of my life in Xitang.
I heard her walking along the street or jumping over the house, but she often bumped her knees and forehead. On the one hand, I yelled "babbling" in pain, and on the other hand, I forgot about the scar after it healed.
I heard her gobble up the chili-laden delicacy, the delicacy-full chili pepper, like a whirlwind.
I heard her pedaling the shared bicycle, ignoring the flashing red signal lights again and again. No matter how hard-hearted persuasion is, it's like splashing water over a duck.
I heard her saying "good night" when she was about to fall into a dream.
