October 19, 2017: Day-02 Deqing County - Lin'an District 66KM
"Clatter!"
I leaned my cheeks up, lowered my arms feebly, and let the hot water splash wantonly. It waters away the soil on the chest and the dust on the forehead.
Gradually, I was at a loss.
When the wheels approached the city of Lin'an, the sky was dark and gloomy.
Walking and walking, the three of them realized just now that the asphalt road from Deqing to Lin'an had long since disappeared, and the cement-paved country road had also disappeared somewhere.
As far as the eye can see, there are piles of earth and quagmire.
The cyclists checked the Baidu map, but they couldn't find any information or road signs, and they were helplessly lost in the blank construction site.
Where is the way out, and where is the break?
Coincidentally, an excavator appeared on the left side of the construction site.
The master driver sat cross-legged in the cockpit very kindly, and while he was eating his boxed lunch, he was loudly answering the clues of the brats like twine.
"Wow, Lin'an, go straight, go out and turn right!"
Following the guidance of the excavator, the stinky boys walked nervously on the rugged mud, vaguely identifying the tire marks, and crawled like overcoming thorns.
A dump truck is not crawling.
When they reached the swamp, they were still as vigorous as they were walking on the flat ground, splashing the mottled mud without hesitation, and pouring it on the shoulders of the stinky boys riding on it.
"Ah Xie, will we pass through Chongqing?"
"what?"
"I was thinking, if you go west all the way to Enshi, but don't go south to Zhangjiajie and Fenghuang, you will definitely go to Chongqing. Will you be very sad when you arrive in Chongqing?"
"Well...it should be."
During the speech, there was only a muffled "plop".
The black car driving in front suddenly tilted to the left and fell into the mud; the professor and brother Zhao also leaned suddenly to the left and fell into the mud.
Terrible.
October 20, 2017: Day-03 Lin'an District - Chun'an County 117KM
The professor's unhappiness while riding has intensified.
"It's clearly marked on the frame, and the rated load is 140 kilograms. Now one car packs two bags for one person, and one car packs two bags for one person. It must be overweight, and the tires will explode!"
"I bought Super Soco, but it cost 12,000!"
"so what?"
"The group of cargo-carrying electric bikes that passed you just now cost only 2,000 yuan. Didn't they still ride from morning to night, and which one's tires exploded?"
"so what?"
"You should trust it!"
"What about the battery?"
"What the hell?"
"You open the hood and look at what is written in black and white. When the voltage is lower than 20%, it must be charged immediately to prolong the service life of the lithium battery."
"Let's do the math."
"Calculate?"
"Each battery reserves 20% of the voltage. Then 2 batteries reserve 40%. This 40% voltage is enough to drive 30 kilometers, which is 30 kilometers!"
"Who is responsible if it breaks?"
"Lithium battery, don't squeeze it to 0% and everything will be fine."
"Don't be so blind."
"Whose mobile phone is not equipped with a lithium battery? Whose mobile phone must be charged if the voltage is lower than 20%? Whose mobile phone yells that the battery is broken when there is a disagreement?"
"Who is responsible if it breaks?"
"I!"
Maybe it's because the car cover always bumps against the penis when riding, it's too sad; maybe it's because the electric car that cost 12,000 yuan to buy is damaged for some reason.
The professor trusted neither Che nor me.
Throughout the day, he ran on his companions everywhere.
Regardless of clothing, food, housing, and transportation, any suggestion that brother Zhao and I make must be refuted by him; any idea that Brother Zhao and I have must follow.
I've had enough of a bitter face all day long.
Chun'an County, adjacent to the east bank of Qiandao Lake, is full of business travelers who stop and rest.
The street corners beside the roads in the county seat are full of teahouses and restaurants one after another; in the places near the mountains and rivers, there are brilliant lights hanging one after another.
The endless traffic flows through the neon-colored Binhu Avenue.
"Chun'an is very prosperous!"
"Hey! Big White Rabbit, Professor, let's have a full meal of delicacies from mountains and seas! When we are full, we will go to Qiandao Lake to see the colorful night view!"
"eat bread."
The professor sneered, pulled the door open and fell out heavily.
The cheap three-person room suddenly fell silent, leaving Brother Zhao and I alone looking at each other. Who knows, who stabbed the hornet's nest again and provoked him who was covered in moths.
"Fuck, bread is bread!"
I stepped into a pastry shop along the street, picked up a bag of square toast bread, a bag of round red bean paste bread; I took three cartons of milk, pursed my lips and went to the cashier.
Before leaving, the professor and Brother Zhao put together 1,000 yuan in cash in my wallet, refunding more and making up less.
Therefore, things like payment are my work.
But seeing that the professor still had a bitter face, he raised his right palm and snatched a bag of round bean paste bread and a box of milk, then turned around and rushed away.
He galloped alone, leaving his partner far behind.
Finally, in front of a red signal light, the professor's back disappeared.
"Big White Rabbit, it's time for me to talk to you."
"explain."
"This whole day, the professor has been icy, with a bad face from beginning to end, isn't he? We have swallowed our anger since Lin'an and came to Chun'an."
"what do you want?"
"Big White Rabbit, what do you want?"
"Huh...huh...huh... Let's see if it's okay. Tomorrow, just tomorrow. If the professor is still hypocritical and arrogant, I will definitely kick him without hesitation."
"good."
Brother Zhao and I squatted side by side on the curb, watching the red and green flashes, and chewing bread at the same time.
October 21, 2017: Day-04 Chun'an County - Fenkou Town 70KM
The end of the professor's story is like the scene at the crossroads.
The professor left straight away, hurried back to the hotel, went to Huangshan, and went to Liuzhou; Brother Zhao and I wandered leisurely on the streets of Chun'an and the banks of Qiandao Lake.
May he be safe.
The sky in Zhejiang is often hazy.
Even in extremely bright weather, the sun is clearly shining, but the blue sky is still invisible. The fiery red sun is often covered by deep and dense smog.
The same is true for the scenery on Qiandao Lake.
The verdant islands have turned into black gray; the blue lake has turned into white.
The picture in front of me seems to be presented by a cheap color TV in the 1990s. The clear water and blue sky are covered with layers and grains of snowflakes.
Brother Zhao drove me to Huangshan.
The national roads along Qiandao Lake are all constructed in gray and red.
The gray road is a motor vehicle lane, on which intercity buses, box trucks, private cars and off-road vehicles are speeding; the red road is a non-motor vehicle lane, wandering like tourists and small turtles.
The gray and red lanes sometimes merge and sometimes diverge.
The gray road is like cutting mountains and crossing ridges, developing straight to the west, and it ends in Anhui; the red road runs around forests and avoids hills, always leaning on the lakeside, and the scenery is unique.
"Brother Zhao, look at that snow-white bridge!"
"Hey! Big white rabbit, let's take commemorative photos in the middle of the bridge!"
Just as he was speaking, Brother Zhao turned the handlebar abruptly, and flew towards a cable suspension bridge that was as white as jade between the two islands.
Clusters of tourists have already stopped in the middle of the bridge.
At this time, the smog in the cloudy sky receded.
The light of the lake and the scenery of the mountains can all be bathed in the bright and sunny day; the emerald green forest is just swaying slowly, and the white suspension bridge is just standing tall.
The blue of Qiandao Lake not only shocks my heartstrings, but also moves my soul.
I can't help but think of Erhai Lake in Dali, Lugu Lake in Ninglang, and Yamdrok Yongcuo in Shannan. It is as clear as crystal, as clear as the ocean, as secluded as celadon, and as bright as the sea of stars.
Kaca!
Hearing a crisp sound, Brother Zhao lightly flipped the shutter, and saved for me the only photo of "people and cars" during this journey.
But it's a pity that the characters in the image have their chests in their arms, their waists bowed, and their backs slumped, looking extremely wretched.
At the end of the cable suspension bridge, four men in jet-black suits and four girls in milky white gauze skirts surrounded a pair of intimate people like stars.
The hairy boy who stepped on plastic slippers was holding up a bright silver round cardboard.
The middle-aged uncle with the Canon 6D Mark II sometimes stands up, sometimes squats down, stands up again, and squats down again. Suddenly, he dodged to the other side of the man and woman, repeating the action just now.
"Brother Zhao, honk the whistle. Let's bless them!"
Bi~Bi~
"Happy wedding!"
"Happy wedding!"
I saw that pair of intimate people snuggling up to each other in front of a 24-70mm wide-angle lens, sometimes hugging and sometimes kissing passionately, looking very happy.