Chapter 31 Chang'an Street

The bustling Chang'an Street, this impression will never be erased no matter what, just like the majesty of the Yangtze River, once you have seen it once, it will stay with you for a lifetime.Chang'an Avenue is also like a Yangtze River, but what flows is the flow of people and vehicles, which is always mighty and endless.The Chang'an Street in my heart is also a river in my heart, and I am a drop of water in this river, in its waves and in its endless flow. Chang'an Avenue, which flows forever, has a unique experience of crossing.It was winter, and there was a lot of snow, and the streets were covered with white snow. On the bicycle path, a rough and smooth layer of ice formed. This was the ice that was melted and solidified by the wheels. unclean color.Illuminated by the orange street lamps, a kind of icy light flickered. On some smooth ice layers, this light was like bunches of small flames. As the bicycle was moving, I saw them constantly Jump forward.It's already late at night. On Chang'an Avenue in the middle of the night, the flow of people has disappeared, and the flow of cars has also ebbed significantly. Some black Lincolns and Audis are moving forward quietly like a night bird.The shops on both sides of the street are all closed, only the sparse neon lights are still flickering feebly and kitsch. The street has almost become a silent world. I can only hear the slight squeaking sound of my bicycle wheels on the ice, breaking the silence. The silence of the world.There is no wind, and the icy and snowy capital city does not make me feel particularly cold. Maybe it is because I have just drank half a catty of Erguotou wine. There seems to be a fire burning in my heart, and the bicycle has a slightly twisted Yangko posture.

I went to a friend in Dongcheng to deliver manuscripts and drank alcohol. To go back to Fengtai in the southwest of the city, I had to ride a car for two hours, and I was so drunk that I couldn’t go back in three hours. of.Fortunately, I am not in a hurry, as long as the bike is moving, it can always take me home.I rode my bicycle leisurely, humming a popular street song, swimming on Chang'an Avenue like a fish.However, what I didn't expect was that the tire of the bicycle burst with a loud bang, and the speed of the bicycle immediately slowed down. When I pedaled for a circle, it would go forward for a circle, and if I didn't pedal, it would stop immediately.Without the cushion of air, when the bicycle is moving forward, it is like a lame horse jumping around, and the wine in its belly is also rushing up.This sudden turn of events made me extremely frustrated, and I woke up quite a bit after the wine brake. I stopped to check the bicycle, and found that there was no possibility of repairing it. At this time, no one could find someone to repair the tire anyway.

Pushing a bicycle on the snowy Chang'an Avenue, the loneliness and length of the night suddenly poured into my heart.I don't know how long it will take to push a bicycle for 20 to 30 kilometers. It may take until dawn. It's something I haven't thought about until dawn on a snowy night, and how much I want to lie down right now. go to bed.After walking on the street for a long time, the warmth on my body has passed, and the more I walked, the colder it became, my feet and hands gradually became numb and I lost consciousness. The face was also carefully cut with a knife by the returning north wind, causing pain.At that moment, how much I missed Chang'an Avenue in the daytime, and I even missed Chang'an Avenue in August. The mighty Chang'an Avenue with endless streams of people and vehicles, how wonderful the lively scene was.Now, I am walking alone on the snowy and quiet Chang'an Avenue, only my bicycle makes a clanging sound, only the orange street lights drag my figure long, and only my heart beats silently in the cold night... ...How I wish I were a bird with a pair of wings that could fly back in an instant and enter that small, not very warm nest...

I suddenly remembered an experience of walking at night in the Gobi Desert.That time I was walking alone on the Gobi Desert at night, there was a small wind blowing me, a waning moon hung in the vast sky, I was very far away from the world, I had no traveling companions in the night, and I had no direction. Wow, wow, I only heard my own footsteps, heartbeat, and an unknown and very ethereal voice from a very distant place.My heart suddenly went cold, cold... Where did I come from?Where am I going?Who am I?This kind of walking suddenly made me ask such a question. No one answered this question, so I just kept walking.

I didn't know that when I was walking on Chang'an Avenue in a snowy night, I also had such a question: Why should I bid farewell to the warm south?Why do I have to walk alone in such snow?Just ask, my heart was filled with loss and depression for a moment, so that I wanted to throw away my bicycle willfully and sit on the snow beside the street. I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to leave, I just lie here!However, the sliver of reason I had left told me that I had to go on, I had to go back to my nest, and I might encounter a thousand or ten thousand such encounters in my future life.I dispelled some of the depression in my heart. When the east was getting white, I threw the bicycle towards the stairs of my residence. I shook my numb hands for a while, and awkwardly took out the key to open the door. I used all my strength to shake off my feet. Putting on the leather shoes covered with icicles, I got into the quilt on the bed like a bear, all the exhaustion and all the sadness followed me into sleep...