October 15, 2017
The pattering light autumn drizzle watered Beizha Street, Shipi Lane, and also a ginkgo plant on the left and right in front of the courtyard of 1981.
Ginkgo biloba is originally a light green leaf, which is soaked by Xifeng and rain, and dyed a clear golden yellow.
On this day, the departure was originally scheduled.
But an unexpected continuous rain, although it drenched the dead leaves of ginkgo, also restrained the footsteps of the returnees and locked them in the courtyard.
One red, one black, two Super Soco TS1200R, are leaning against the corridor to accumulate dust.
The red one belongs to me, and it is called "Little Turtle".
"Little Turtle" was originally a cool electric sports car, but it was repeatedly driven by me to drive at a speed of 30 yards. It was just like a turtle, wandering outside the ancient town at a leisurely pace.
The black ones belong to professors, and they are still anonymous.
Professor, was my middle school football partner.
After he went to Thailand to study abroad, he wandered to Shanghai to ask for a living, but he was depressed. Knowing this situation, I invited him to come to Xitang to enjoy the idyllic leisure and wash away my melancholy.
The partner in this hometown is about to embark on a journey with me side by side.
October 16, 2017
"Big White Rabbit, tell me about the cycling route."
When the money was paid in the rain, Brother Zhao held a "map of China" and ran from the rain flowers. He gently flicked the raindrops from his hair, and went to the pool table at the bar.
"Have you considered it?"
"Hey, a hook breaking machine, let parents wait."
That hook machine is an asset belonging to Brother Zhao, and it happened to come to a buyer. If he had fulfilled his parents' wish and hurried back to Qujing to sell the hook machine, he would be able to live comfortably for three to five years.
Whether traveling or returning home, Brother Zhao always hesitates.
"Come."
I crossed my legs and led Brother Zhao to jump to the pool table.
"Zhejiang-Anhui-Jiangxi-Hubei-Hunan-Guangxi, this is a rough route. As for which city or scenic spot to go to in each province, it all depends on fate."
"Why didn't they walk in a straight line, instead they took a detour and formed a triangle?"
"If you go to Liuzhou in a straight line, after passing Huangshan Mountain, you will almost lose the beautiful scenery. If you take a detour, you will have Dongting Lake, Three Gorges, Enshi, Zhangjiajie, Fenghuang, and Guilin."
"How much time is expected?"
"30 days - 60 days."
"Hey... It's been a long time, let me think about it again."
October 18, 2017: Day-01 Xitang Town - Deqing County 127KM
The last luggage is already packed.
Sister Lin brought the aunts of 1981 and slowly left the courtyard. They gathered under the ginkgo with fallen leaves and watched the three monkey children who were about to part.
The lovely aunts are all from the nearby villages.
When the rice and wheat were harvested and the farming was idle, the aunts wandered around in some inns, doing chores such as cooking, washing dishes, drying quilts, and sweeping the floor.
Sister Lin is the store manager of 1981.
The first time I met Miss Lin was at a staff gathering.
But I saw Sister Lin wearing an apricot-yellow Hanfu, sitting gracefully in front of the round table. The melon-seeded face, meatball head, and beautiful eyebrows curved like willow leaves make me eat fish and peep involuntarily at the same time.
She must be "Tanghua" without a doubt.
"What the hell is 'Tang Hua'?"
"When I was studying, I used to say 'class flower' and 'school flower'. The most beautiful girl in Xitang is 'Tanghua'. The manager of our 1981 store is undoubtedly the most beautiful girl in Xitang."
"Come on, you must like him!"
In my spare time, I often show off to the three and four in the ancient town
But Ah San Ah Si repeatedly ji
My compliments to Sister Lin, because of her pretty and fair cheeks, tall and elegant figure, are really comforting to look at. In this quaint town, there is no one as amazing as her.
But one thing to say, I am not in love with her.
The professor is no, no.
"Oh, she pleaded in front of you and praised me for being handsome!"
"Tell me clearly, is there another bald Shanpao in 1981, or a soil turtle wearing a fat gold necklace, and come to seduce her and talk to her when I leave early and return late!"
"Ah, ah, ah, she is wearing a beige long dress, she is so beautiful!"
When the professor got off work and went back to 1981, he would always roll happily on the bed, hugging the pillow and fantasizing about the scene of love between a man and a woman.
"Here, do you want Sister Lin's WeChat? I'll give it to you."
"ah?"
"In the future, you can ask her yourself whether there are mountain cannons and soil turtles to seduce her and talk to her; you can also advise her on what she should dress up on weekdays."
"Don't!"
"Don't, don't, don't what?"
"I can not!"
"Hey, his grandma, why did I meet such a coward like you! Brat, do you have the guts to ask for her WeChat account, or do you have the guts to talk to her?"
"Don't even dare!"
"you are great!"
It is impossible to know whether the professor has been fascinated by this big sister born in the 80s because of my influence. But he only chatted and smiled alone, but never expressed his love.
It's a pity that this love will eventually accompany the luggage and leave Xitang.
The drizzle in early autumn gradually stopped watering.
The warm sunshine slowly and abundantly shines on the Root Carving Art Museum, on the Misty Rain Corridor, and also on the journey of the monkey children. Although it is sunny, it is chilly.
The bleakness of autumn begins now.
I put on a light brown leather jacket, and the professor wore a milky white knitted windbreaker to protect against the strong winds while riding; brother Zhao is much simpler, a thin shirt is enough to solve all troubles.
Brother Zhao has always been a weird character.
During the intense heat, he wrapped himself in an army green padded jacket and paced in the courtyard.
"I'm not bragging, Yunnan is a very cold place. When you arrive in Yunnan, you have to wear cotton-padded jackets even in summer. What's so strange about it?"
"Brother Zhao, you are in Zhejiang..."
"What's wrong with Zhejiang? I'm used to the cold!"
When the rustling was in autumn, he put on a shirt as thin as cicada's wings and walked through the cold wind.
"Since you have arrived in Haiyan, you have to live a down-to-earth life. Don't always go to Internet cafes, don't always eat instant noodles. If you are tired of iced black tea, try Coke."
"go home?"
"No. I went to Liuzhou with the big white rabbit and the professor, and then went back to Qujing to sell the hook machine."
Wang Sanpi has an aunt who lives in Haiyan County, Jiaxing City.
Because of this situation, Brother Zhao "assigned" Wang Sanpi to Haiyan, hoping that he would settle down and find a serious job. Don't seek prosperity, but seek food and clothing.
After the phone was disconnected, Brother Zhao folded the army green padded jacket and stuffed it into the wine red mountaineering bag.
A set of Mammut's jacket, a set of The North Face's down jacket, and a set of Columbia's heat-reflecting pants are placed at the bottom of the backpack.
A Canon 5D Mark III, a DJI Mavic Pro, an Asus U303, a 24-105mm black lens, and a 70-200mm white lens are placed in the middle of the backpack.
Put the daily change of clothes in the upper part of the backpack.
On the top of the wine-red mountaineering bag, there is another bag, chargers for all digital devices, and various sundries such as wallets.
A tripod that latches between the top of the pack and the upper slot.
The wine red mountaineering bag has a capacity of 52L, but it is stuffed to the brim again, probably weighing 25KG. Compared with the past travels, there is no difference.
Except for an army green cotton jacket.
I carried a wine-red mountaineering bag and straddled the back seat of the red car with my legs and feet curled up; my wrists supported the tailstock of the rear seat, trying to maintain my balance so that the 25KG big guy would not overturn me.
The driver of the red car is Brother Zhao.
On the back seat of the black car is a 45L orange-gray hiking bag, which is the professor's luggage, and a jet-black schoolbag, which is Brother Zhao's luggage.
The professor steers the black car.
"A pack for two people in a red car can carry about 140 kilograms; a bag for two people in a black car can carry a load of about 80 kilograms. The voltage consumption of the red car must be much faster than that of the black car."
"Well...Every time you ride 20 kilometers, everyone rotates."
"Yes, when the voltage of the red car runs out, it will be replaced by a black car for two people, so as to average the voltage consumption; the drivers will also have to be porters to share the fatigue of each other."
"Ho, ho, ho! Let's go, come on!"
The companions encouraged each other, but my heart was faintly uneasy.
The Super Soco TS1200R, which is obviously equipped with two batteries, is only equipped with a charger, which will waste time when charging; it is obviously a long journey, but I forgot to prepare a pannier bag, and only rely on the shoulder to carry the luggage.
Crab, the first to break my front teeth.
After exiting the north entrance of Xitang, it is Xiding Highway.
Whether it is welcoming and sending off merchants during the day, or walking in the countryside with Brother Zhao and Professor in the middle of the night, the Xiding Highway is the only way to enter and exit Xitang.
Therefore, the scenery of this place has been familiarized early.
On the left side of the road are inns, restaurants, and bus signs; on the right side of the road are fences, weeds, and garbage dumps; a short stone bridge named "Yingfeng" crosses Xitang Town and Hechi Village.
Residents and merchants mixed together, sitting on the bridge corridor for a rest.
They carry fruits and vegetables; they hold mobile phones and cameras. The machine asked the fruits and vegetables what the alleys in Xitang looked like; the fruits and vegetables asked the machines what the distant world looked like.
The scenery on this short stone bridge is fleeting.
"It's free, come back!"
Sister Lin waved her arms, and the aunts also waved their arms, shouting old-fashioned lines. In just a moment, my nose was sore, my eye sockets were moist, and my heart was broken.
I am reluctant to part.
Sister Lin, just like the big sister who runs the house, works hard to earn a living; the aunts play the roles of aunts and aunts, washing and cooking, non-stop all day long.
They dragged, pulled, and pulled, all mischievous brats.
What makes me reluctant to part is that group of lovely people who come from all corners of the country and get together day and night under the same roof. Although at this moment, they have already bid farewell to Xitang.
Maybe in 2020, maybe in 2025.
With a wine-red mountaineering bag on my shoulder, I came to the south of the Yangtze River. The fare of the intercity bus is still 42 yuan. It runs on Nanyuan Road and stops at the dilapidated Xitang bus station.
Bus K215 was still heading north, and I stopped at Pingchuan Middle School Station.
Cross Tangjia Lane, cross Huanxiu Bridge, and stand in the middle of Water Street.
If the garden in Water Street is the same as the old "1981", I will definitely drive away the new kid who has just arrived, snatch his B101 staff dormitory, and fall asleep happily.
I will meet in my dreams, a boy on a skateboard and a girl holding a paper umbrella.
If things are not human beings, I just stop my eyes and stare stiffly like a fool; then I wave my right ring finger and yell at my accompanying companions.
"Hey, my home!"