October 18, 2017 Day-01 Xitang Town - Deqing County 66KM
Driving along the Xiding Highway is the national highway leading to Huzhou.
When it is paved with asphalt, the surrounding factories are rumbling and billowing with thick smoke; when it is paved with cement, the farmhouses on both sides are still quiet and emitting fragrance.
The scenery continued, and it stopped at Hengshan Town.
"Nanxun Ancient Town is just ahead, do you want to go?"
"Professor, we have only left the ancient town for 2 hours!"
"Brother Zhao makes sense. There's no need to leave Xitang just now and go to Nanxun instead. It's rare for everyone to come out of the ancient town. It's better to have a change of taste. Go to the city for a while."
"Um."
A look of displeasure flickered on the professor's cheek.
Brother Zhao didn't pay attention to it, he just stomped suddenly on his own, stepped onto the corner of the flower bed beside the road, stretched his waist and legs, and lit a cigarette contentedly.
I saw him lit another cigarette and handed it to me.
After I took the cigarette, I threw away the wine-red mountaineering bag and left it on the corner of the flower bed beside the road, pacing on the curb while breathing carbon monoxide.
The second 20 kilometers, the second rest.
Nanxun Ancient Town in Huzhou, under the instigation of Brother Zhao and I, passed by the professor.
Nanxun is like Xitang, full of canopies and crowded with people.
At the crossroads in front of the ancient town, the intercity buses are already full, but the private cars are still crowded with orange-yellow rickshaws.
The rickshaws are traveling crookedly, carrying many business travelers.
The business travellers, dressed in colorful costumes, carried or pulled suitcases and handbags. They jumped off the rickshaw one by one, and entered the small bridge, flowing water, and people's homes that roared with bass sounds.
The distance between the two Super Soco TS1200Rs and Nanxun is getting farther and farther, and I still feel irritated.
On the outskirts of Huzhou, asphalt roads run through it.
The side of the asphalt road is desolate and cold, and it looks like a deserted place. But there is only one towering residential building, which appears alone on the left side of the asphalt road.
A black iron fence surrounded the residential building tightly.
Next to a bright silver steel gate, there is a rolling door.
The shutter door was open, revealing an old woman in her fifties. She was handling the rag, wiping the table boards for a while, and wiping the signboard of the "snack bar" for a while.
The old woman took dumplings from the refrigerator.
Immediately afterwards, she grabbed a handful of green chives and sprinkled them in the fragrant broth, and sprinkled a handful of ocher peppercorns on the fresh and tender dumplings, and held the iron pan to heat up again.
"Wow, I'm so happy that I burst into tears!"
"It's unbelievable that Gorgon fruit cake, steamed meat with flour, white water fish, sauce-flavored dragon's hoof, and Mrs. Guan's stinky tofu are all so far behind the 10 yuan dumpling!
"The snacks in the scenic area must be the killers."
"Hic!"
The professor stroked his chubby belly and looked out the shutter door.
At this time, a round of orange-red sunset was reflected in a paddy field next to an asphalt road. The clouds covered the setting sun a little bit, and then a little bit, and it seemed that it didn't take long before it disappeared.
The first night of the long journey, following the gradually setting sun, quietly approached.
"Brother Zhao, what ghost road did you navigate to?"
"Zhiyuan North Road."
At this time, I have exchanged places with Brother Zhao.
He went to the back seat, shouldering a wine-red mountaineering bag, and comparing navigation with his hands and eyes; I came to the driver's seat, and carefully watched the surrounding environment with two snow-white high beams.
This Zhiyuan North Road is extremely quiet.
"Oh my God, Baidu Maps are unreliable. I just arrived at the first-class highway into Deqing, and in a blink of an eye I navigated to a dark and dark forest in the deep mountains!"
The professor's voice is resentful, he always likes to entangle in matters of gods and ghosts.
I saw that Zhiyuan North Road was paved with cement, the road surface was narrow, and the sides were full of wild weeds; some street lights came occasionally, standing in the weedy soil, but the light was hidden.
I looked up.
I can vaguely see the surrounding mountains and the mist steaming among the hills; the thick clouds are covering the mountains in the west of Zhejiang. This scene is no longer similar to that in the plains, it is so beautiful day by day.
Clouds cover both the setting sun and the moonlight.
As a result, this dark night was painted with a streak of black blue.
From summer to autumn, in the dense forest and among the bushes, the rustling of insects and birds is completely lost. The only thing that came to my ears was the howling mountain wind.
Suddenly, a dilapidated building suddenly appeared, on the right ahead!
This dilapidated building is about 3 or 4 storeys in size.
The whole body is poured with cement, and there are no red bricks or tile eaves, and it only shows a gray and pale color in the dark night. Its doors and windows are all open and all broken.
The high beams shone, and the doors and windows revealed a gloomy darkness.
A fan-shaped chandelier seems to have lost its life.
But I saw it hanging by a dry and cracked hemp rope hanging from the eaves, precariously falling on the gray wall, and in the howling mountain wind, there were sharp rusty iron impact sounds from time to time.
"Haunted house!!!"
In the professor's voice, the resentment turned into a shrill voice.
About, 2 months ago.
Brother Zhao drove the dilapidated electric car of 1981, carrying me and the professor, wandering the country road at midnight again. Go and take a look at the farmland and the starry night.
This rural road leads to the most beautiful village beside Xitang, Jinming Village.
But that night, Yue'er hid.
As a result, the country road, which has always been darkened by the street lights along the way, is even more devoid of starlight and moonlight. That beautiful village was shrouded in a dark haze.
"Big White Rabbit, the car behind is really annoying."
"Car? What car?"
"Isn't there a wobbly car behind? Just now I turned the handlebar on the right side, intending to let it overtake. But it still drove slowly, with high beams on."
"Brother Zhao, you...don't scare me..."
"Huh? Did I scare you?"
"Look back for yourself!"
After hearing my answer, Brother Zhao turned his head in confusion and suspicion again, and looked at the "car". His eyes were round at first, and then filled with fear.
On this dark country road, there is nothing but an old electric car.
"No! I saw its high beams and stabbed my eyes from the rearview mirror!"
The township road is narrow, long and straight, connecting National Road 321 and Jinming Village. Although there is a fork road along the way to turn down the field ridge, but because it is narrow and short, it can only be accommodated on foot.
Therefore, if there is a vehicle coming from behind, you must see it from the front.
But apart from the high beam lights in the rearview mirror, Brother Zhao found nothing.
Even the fishermen who were still working hard in the middle of the night, or casting nets in the ponds to catch fish, or the farmers picking fertilizer and hoeing in the rice fields, there was no trace at this moment.
Brother Zhao seemed to have gone mad, turned his handlebars and ran towards National Highway 321.
At this moment, the Professor is leaning sweetly in the backseat, obsessed with his war on the Sleepyheads.
15 yards, 20 yards, 25 yards...
Brother Zhao leaned forward, twisting the handlebar with all his strength, wishing to pedal the concrete country road with his legs and feet, and tell the old electric scooter carrying three brats to hurry up.
When we arrived at National Highway 321, it was finally brightly lit.
Brother Zhao and I lit a cigarette with trembling index fingers and ring fingers, held it tremblingly in our lips, and then sat limply on the edge of a stone bridge.
"Hey, I just had a very exciting dream!"
"Professor, what did you dream about?"
"Well... I got on a roller coaster. It's so weird, it didn't jump up and down, but just sprinted forward. It was just a little bit, and I flew out!"
"That roller coaster is actually an electric car driven by Brother Zhao."
"What?"
"While you were sleeping comfortably, Brother Zhao witnessed a supernatural thing."
"ah..."
"A car's high beams pierced my eyes from the rearview mirror. But when I turned my head to look around, I found that the country road was empty and there were no cars."
The professor was stunned and frightened.
The professor stared at the two cigarettes obsessively, trembling on the edge of the bridge.
After a while, he strode briskly towards the edge of the bridge, propped his elbows on the stone fence of the stone bridge, and panted heavily.
After a while, the professor became restless.
I saw him make a move of "fishing for the moon in the sea", suddenly stuck out the palm of his right hand, fumbled in my trousers purse, snatched a cigarette and a lighter, and lit it "ta, da, da". .
The professor has always kept himself clean, and has always disliked the smell of burning tobacco. But after hearing Brother Zhao's story, he swallowed carbon monoxide like a ghost.
"Brother Zhao, I beg you."
"what?"
"Uh...my head is full of the shadow of the car's high beam. I'll go back to 1981 later, why don't you come to B101, and everyone sleeps together. I'm afraid!"
The ending of this horror story is just as the professor expected.
I was very aggrieved and curled up on the left side of the bed, and fell asleep in a daze; Brother Zhao lay sprawled in the middle, babbling endlessly; the professor rolled on the right side, tossing and turning all night.
Fortunately, this horrifying scene was fleeting.
Farmhouses with bright lights lined up on both sides of Zhiyuan North Road.
Some farmers sat in front of the TV between the cracks of the door, paying attention to the news, current events and weather forecast; some farmers sat around the round table in the window, enjoying self-cultivated food;
Some men, women, old and young gathered together and sat around in an oval courtyard.
They either put their waists on and flicked the cigarette ash between their fingers; or scratched their backs, revealing their sallow and dark naked bodies;
The harvested grain was dried in the corner of the courtyard.
The dog guarding the house squatted in the cool shade of a tree.
But helpless, there must be some farmers cutting corners.
All of a sudden, a black vicious dog with teeth and claws and a mouth full of blood came out roaring and killing from a crack in the door of a farmhouse on the left, chasing the stranger who was invading his territory.
"Ouch! WCNMLGB, run!"
"Run!"
The partners were shouting to each other, and the professor and I moved our right thumbs at the same time, and changed the shift button on the right side of the handlebar from "2" to "3".
The speed of the car is getting faster and faster, and the speed of the dog is also getting faster and faster.
When the wind slapped his cheek and felt the pain, the black vicious dog stopped, stopped growling, and returned to the farmhouse triumphantly.
Zhiyuan North Road, which was as quiet as a ghost just now, is suddenly bustling.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.
I suddenly recalled a line from the movie "Forrest Gump": "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what the next one will taste like."
Brother Zhao, the professor, and I searched the parking lots around the hotel, but none of them were in charge of keeping electric vehicles.
The bad thing is that there is surveillance in front of the hotel.
In this way, two Super Soco TS1200Rs are docked under monitoring. With the disc brakes locked and the batteries removed, they slept peacefully through the night.
"Hey, this time... it's... alright."
"What... what?"
"Even if the car thief has three heads and six arms, he will definitely not be able to steal...an electric car without a battery! But...but we go on this way, unicorn... unicorn arm is useless...nothing Ran!"
Four batteries with a weight of 11KG were carried to the room.
"Big White Rabbit, I have never seen any parking lot responsible for keeping electric vehicles."
"Guangxi, grab a handful."
"why?"
"In Guangxi, the number of electric vehicles in every city is close to one million. If there are more electric vehicles, there will naturally be more car thieves; if there are more car thieves, there will naturally be more parking lots for keeping electric vehicles."
"Oh, that's an incomparable country!"
"Brother Zhao, do you know 'Stealer Guevara'?"
"who?"
"'Stealing Guevara is amazing, he is the leader in Guangxi's car theft industry. After being caught without a fight, he left a famous saying to the world, which is called 'It is impossible to work part-time job'!"
"a ha ha ha!"
By 2017, most hotels have canceled the configuration of multi-person rooms and family rooms.
This type of room has high cleaning costs and high maintenance costs. However, due to the large number of guests it can accommodate, the hotel's profit has been greatly reduced.
Therefore, it is common for residents to transform standard rooms.
In the standard room, there are two 1.2-meter-wide beds.
But seeing the three brats tossing and moving for a while, moving two 1.2-meter-wide beds and putting them together, they were happy and noisy on a 2.4-meter-wide couch.
The bed cabinet that was originally placed between the two beds was distributed in the corner.
The bed cabinet was leaning against the socket on the wall, and it carried two chargers made of aluminum alloy to deliver nutrition to the battery of the electric car, which was empty after a long day of travel.
"Ah Xie, my helmet is a bit strange. At first, I thought it was yellow. But after wearing it, it seems to have changed again, not yellow anymore."
"No, no, no, it's beautiful."
"Brother Zhao?"
"The big white rabbit is not lying, it is very beautiful."
"Hmm... yeah! I'm not colorblind, it must be yellow! Um... yes, yes, yes, it seems, maybe, probably, maybe, there is nothing wrong with the color."
Axie is what the professor calls me.
This name comes from football circles.
Back in middle school, when I played 5-a-side grassroots football in Liuzhou, the group of friends who also liked grassroots football called me "Axie".
Professor, of course, is no exception.
After entering Deqing, the guys were sweating profusely and hungry.
The professor didn't care about taking a shower or eating, so he hurriedly instigated Brother Zhao and me to look for shops selling electric vehicles along the street and hurriedly bought a helmet.
I picked a black and white one, only 100 yuan; Brother Zhao picked a matte black one, only 100 yuan; the professor is lively, so he picked a colorful one.
Hmm... 60 yuan.
The first helmet in his life, the professor couldn't put it down.
I saw him take off the milky white knitted windbreaker, and sat in front of the TV, facing the CCTV-10 broadcast of "Exploration·Discovery", but he was unwilling to take it off.
October 19, 2017: Day---02 Deqing County-Lin'an District
The professor's rush to purchase is far from over.
Early the next morning, he dragged me, who was half asleep and half awake, while chewing fried dumplings, while looking for a shop that sold electric vehicles, and went to buy tying ropes.
And the ropes that bound the bags of the professor and brother Zhao on the first day were just strips of cloth torn from 1981's discarded cloth bags. This crude equipment must be crumbling.
"Ah Xie, wait a minute...go...where?"
"Mogan Mountain."
"Is it far... huh?"
"Northwest of Deqing, 14 kilometers away."
"Oh, let's go climbing! We...are we going to sleep overnight in...Mogan Mountain? Or, let's leave in the afternoon...in the afternoon and go to other...places?"
"It's just random."
"Hi, here we are."
The professor finally swallowed the fried dumpling and spoke sharply.
After sorting it out one by one, there are a lot of missing equipment. Pannier, second charger, upcoming lanyard, and phone holder for navigation.
As a result, the only porter in the back seat became the route announcer again.
"Go straight for 9 kilometers and you will reach Mogan Mountain!"
The road to Moganshan is covered with asphalt, and it looks black and pretty. Sometimes it is straight in the shape of a "spear", and sometimes it is bent like a "bowbow", stretching seemingly endlessly.
Pine trees with dark green branches and leaves, and pavilions of purple-red bricks and tiles are dotted beside the asphalt road.
Compared with the first time I met Deqing, this scene is already very different.
The farmhouses on Zhiyuan North Road are simple and simple, nothing more than a wall of putty gray and white, a few pieces of blue and black bricks and tiles, and a few strokes; but the current scenery has a face full of fat.
But a little oily light also adds drops of color to the tranquil picture scroll under the dim sun at noon.
In the middle of the picture scroll is a stretch of pale gray mountains.
The mountains undulate very softly, like the breasts of a beauty, warm and graceful. And the clouds at the peak are just like her soft gauze covering her breasts.
When a gust of wind stirred it, the gauze fluttered.
Three brats, driving two electric cars, drove from the ink-gray path under the scroll to the mountains that are sometimes hidden and sometimes exposed in the middle of the scroll.
"Professor, come have some tea."
"Hey, cool! Brother Zhao, where did you get the tea?"
"Here, in the watchtower on the left, there are uncles and aunts selling tea. They said that tea can be tasted for free, so I took two cups of yellow bud tea to try."
"When Ah Xie reaches the mountainside, go and get another cup."
"OK."
"Now, Ah Xie is like a dead dog, sticking out his tongue and sighing 'hi, hi, hi'. He must be sweating and needs to be hydrated."
"OK."
While talking, the professor and Brother Zhao packed up the photographic equipment.
The Canon 5D Mark III camera and the 70-200mm telephoto lens were carried by Brother Zhao; the Sony M6 was picked up by the professor; and the DJI Mavic Magic Pro was left to me.
Next to a security guard box on the mountainside, there is a fork in the road.
If you go straight, you will still be on the asphalt road that goes around the mountain, going up to the viewing platform at the peak; if you turn left, you will be on the rocky stairs, going down to Jianchi and Jianpu.
If the peaks of Mogan Mountain are compared to the breasts of beauties, at least it is a D cup.
The little tortoise equipped with two people cannot travel on the steep asphalt road even in the "3" sports mode. It only needs to rely on the driver's legs to pedal and move at a speed of 10KM/h.
I bounced off the back seat and climbed on foot.
As a result, Brother Zhao will be able to move forward smoothly.
"Hi, hi, hi..."
My situation is really as described by the professor, like a useless dog.
"Big White Rabbit, come and drink tea."
I saw the professor parked two Super Socos side by side next to the security box; Zhao Geping raised his arms, clasped a plastic cup with his fingers, drank the tea soup, and approached me.
The tea soup is turquoise, with some ochre-colored tea shavings hovering and settling.
On the mouth of the plastic cup, there is a hot wave, and the fragrance is refreshing.
"Brother Zhao, I don't have the patience to taste it. Any tea that touches my lips and teeth tastes both clear and bitter, and I can't tell the difference. You should give me an iced Coke."
"Where did you get iced cola in this barren mountain?"
The way I drink tea is exactly the same as other young people born in the 90s.
Every time he kissed the rim of the cup and sipped some tea soup, it was all a way to put on a mature and stable appearance. And no matter if it was a tribute from the imperial court or horse urine in thatched shed, most young people praised it with pride.
"Well, it smells so good!"
Going down from the rocky steps, you pass not only streams, but also dense forests.
Where the stream gushes, and in the depths of the dense forest, there is a man on his knees, swinging a heavy hammer with a firm expression; a woman is holding her long sword with a smile on her head.
He is the go-getter, she is Mo Xie.
The dense tourists all stayed in the valley.
They either covered their cheeks with their fingers, and suddenly made a "scissors" shape; or put their arms on their cheeks, and suddenly made a "petal" shape, approaching the two bronze statues in the stream and forest, and took a group photo and left a memory.
I found other fun.
At this moment, the faint sunlight is penetrating through the dense forest and falling sparsely.
The professor happened to hold up the Sony M6 and looked around for wonderful scenery. He is always ready to press the shutter and record this wonderful scenery in the lens.
But he didn't realize that the sunlight falling from the dense forest was shining on his face.
I quietly followed the professor.
When his face is different in light and shade, as cold as a valley and clear spring; when it is abrupt and green as a dense forest, I immediately press the shutter to record this handsome moment in the lens.
"Hey! I took a close-up of you! It's like the mating of light and shadow!"
"Ah You..."
At this time, the girls around me all showed surprise and disdain when they heard my roar. They narrowed their eyes and pursed their lips, and walked away from me in disgust.
"No, no, no! The intersection, the intersection!"
While I was following and secretly photographing the professor, Brother Zhao arrived at the foot of the sword waterfall and beside the sword pool early. He stood on a bluestone slab, holding the Canon 5D Mark III intently to shoot the sword waterfall.
The sword waterfall is about 10 meters high.
The mountain stream rushes to the fracture of the mountain rock, bathing the sword pool vigorously and freely.
The sword pool is full of sparkling water and vines of butterflies and birds.
The diffuse water mist sometimes splashes on the rocky shore and sometimes on the cheeks, refreshing; the agile flowers and butterflies dance lightly around the silver waterfall; croon.
This quiet scene meanders across the stream and across the woodland.
"Hi, I'm in Moganshan."
"Please, can you and mom wait for me to go back to Qujing before discussing the hook-up? I want to finish the trip well and don't keep spoiling the fun, okay!"
Brother Zhao answered the phone, breaking the silence.
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