Chapter 114 Guan Road

On my manuscript paper, the word "Guanlu" must of course also give birth to a rock slab path, twisting and twisting, leading from the outside of the mountain to Maqiao—not every path is called Guanlu.Therefore, I had to guess the origin: in the past, someone in the village was an official outside, and he would ride a horse back to his hometown to visit his relatives. road.Generally speaking, official roads are built by sinners.According to the severity of their crimes, the officials punished them by ten feet or twenty feet.The whole road is not only a record of wealth and honor, but also an extension of the accumulation and extension of past crimes.

Maqiao's former officials and criminals did not leave their names. In disrepair, some slabs have crumbled or are simply missing.The remaining fragments are also submerged in the floating mud, and only the part that has not yet been submerged emerges. It is trampled bare by people's bare feet, like sections of backs that are sweating from oil, forming eternal stretches under our feet. Kneel down.I suddenly had an urge to dig these backs out of the mud, let the heads on the other end of the back shake off the mud, rise up from the long darkness, and open their eyes to me—who are they?

When the soil on the official road starts to smell of excrement, the village has arrived.There was a brilliant peach blossom tree bursting out with splashes of light. Panting, I turned around and asked, "Isn't Maqiao here yet?" Fucha helped some of us educated youths to carry a load of luggage, and hurried to catch up, "It's almost there. See if you see it, it's just ahead, isn't it too far away?" "Where is it?" "Just under those two maple trees." "That's Maqiao?" "That's Maqiao." "Why is it called that name?"

"have no idea." My heart sank, and I walked into the stranger step by step. November 1995 Grass Finalized in January 1996