Chapter 55 The road is under the nose

Walking off the subway, I saw the crowds at Central Station, a veritable "tide", wave after wave, wave upon wave.In the subways of major cities in the world, Hong Kong started late, but instead came from behind, and it did a very spectacular and neat job.But the station is really big, maybe those who are going to go out will come back. I stopped and thought about it, and I wanted to find someone to question.Although the station is full of people, I have the principle of being careful when I ask directions: First, this person must be benevolent and kind, and he must not ask for directions and ask for evil spirits.

Second, the person's walking speed must be neither too slow nor too fast. If you don't finish a sentence with a person who walks too fast, he has already gone ten meters away. Asking is useless. Third, it is best if you can meet a couple or lovers. On the one hand, "kill two birds with one stone", at least one of them will know the way you want to ask, on the other hand, single women and even single men in big cities are quite comfortable. In danger, when strangers come up to talk, it is inevitable to be intimidating, and a couple will naturally become more courageous. Fourth, it’s not bad to occasionally ask a wise and confident girl. They will accompany me on a journey occasionally on a whim.

Fifth, don’t ask young people who are standing on the side of the road waiting for someone. Their hearts are already boiling with anxiety because of the other party’s lateness. There is emotion there to understand you. God might miss it with the other party, so how can it be! I was lucky today, and the two young girls who were talking and laughing in crisp clothes looked ideal, so I rushed forward and asked: "Mother Gai Lei, (not for you, meaning sorry) 'Depu Daozhong' Dinghang (Ding means "how" and Hang means "walking")?" I used the newly learned Cantonese .

"Ah, it's enough (it's enough) if you go to the side of the road (this way)!. The two also sent me to the correct exit, pointed me in the direction, and even asked me if I was from Taiwan before saying goodbye. In fact, I have a map in my purse, but I like to ask for directions. The map is too modern and I am not used to it. I still like the pedestrians in the old novels, straddling the horse to the intersection, jumping off the horse and singing, He asked the old man playing chess by the side of the road: "Old man, where do we go to Liujiazhuang Yuelai Inn? How far is it?"

The old man raised his head, the rider looked heroic, the old man pointed out the way for him, and the infinitely possible plot unfolded in front of the readers... I love this kind of asking for directions, which almost happens when I encounter opportunities Quirk, for the simple reason that I like to ask for directions. As for why I like to ask for directions, it has a lot to do with my grandmother.My grandmother was illiterate and died young. Most of my memories of her are fragmentary. For example, she likes to twist cotton into thread by herself. The tools are a chopstick and a thread. From my mother:

"When we were young, your grandmother often sent us to run errands and told us to go to XX Road to do business. I was timid since I was a child, and said: 'Mom, where is that road? I can't go!' Your grandmother has a bad temper and immediately scolded me. Get up, "Don't know the way, don't know the way, you are really useless, the way - the road is under the nose." I couldn't understand, and said: "Mom, how can there be a way under the nose? "It was only later that I realized that your grandma said that there is a mouth under the nose, and you can ask for directions with a mouth!"

From that moment on, I fell in love with my grandma, including her beauty, her illiterate wisdom, her energy to manage long-term labor and short-term labor in an orderly manner, and her domineering bad temper. Because of my grandmother's words, I always tell myself, why go the wrong way?I would rather walk and ask all the way, I would rather stand in the favor and kindness of others, I would rather be like a rambunctious youngest child and rely on the prestige of my older brothers and sisters.Gradually, I discovered that being able to ask for directions is also a right, and it is the happiest right for those who are determined not to be sages or prophets.

Every time, what I ask is not only the direction of a road, but also the warm heart of an indifferent urbanite?On the other hand, I overestimated my ability and asked the former sages to seek a great voice. Isn't what I want to ask is also a crossable river and a feasible rice field? Every time, I ask for directions in a strange city, and every time I accept directions and smiles from strangers, I will think of my grandma. No one is born with a map hidden away, and the road to the end of the world is nothing more than walking and asking I asked all the way out!