Chapter 6 Section VI

This is called Shijing Lane, and it is located in the Xinhua area of ​​Binhai Avenue, the most prosperous Lumen City.But Shijing Lane is neither prosperous nor fashionable, because it belongs to the base of Lumen City.Today's cities are like cars, and city managers are like vanity drivers. The surface of the car is polished and waxed, but the chassis is still covered with mud and oil, making it a mess.Shijing Lane belongs to the chassis of this car in Lumen City. The winding lane is like a small intestine, but the width is less than one 拃. Two people can’t pass face to face. They have to turn sideways to barely pass. If a man and a woman meet in the alley, That situation was a little embarrassing.The jagged old houses on both sides are like passengers rushing to buy train tickets during the Spring Festival travel season. Walking in this kind of streets and alleys makes people feel suffocated.Above the alley, electric wires, network cables, and communication cables are intertwined in a mess, as if entering a modern pansi cave.

Since Qian Liangliang went south, he has been renting a house in this area. The price is cheap and the transportation is convenient.Walking out of the duodenum-like Shijing Lane is the Tongqu Avenue, where buses, taxis, and waving minibuses shuttle back and forth, making it very convenient to use.Given Qian Liangliang's current economic situation, the bus must be his first choice for traveling. The alley is dark and quiet, only a low wattage incandescent lamp at the corner casts light on the uneven road paved with bluestone strips.Qian Liangliang stood at the entrance of the alley and hesitated. He was really not in the mood to enter the alley, and returned to the sweltering hut where the mosquitoes gathered and withered the lights.He lit a cigarette, and suddenly remembered that sentence: The past is like smoke, and later some philosophers said that the past is not like smoke.Whether it is like smoke or not as good as smoke, the past is the past.People can't live in the past, nor can they live in the future, they can only live in the present.

His legs were sore from standing for a long time, so Qian Liangliang squatted down on the spot. This action reminded him of the drug addicts that he often saw on the streets of Jinzhou City. Or wait for the next available drug.At that time, state cadres like Qian Liangliang looked down on these people, seeing them as if they were seeing stones or excrement on the side of the road. stand up.From the head of the reception desk to the owner of Liangliang restaurant, and now the wage earner, after the age of forty-five, Qian Liangliang's life is like a plane landing rapidly, returning to the ground from a high altitude in almost an instant. The rapid landing did not reach the point of losing control, so he is still intact so far. Although he is inevitably lost psychologically, it is all internal injuries and cannot be seen from the outside.

Qian Liangliang strolled out of Shijing Lane. The entrance of Shijing Lane is connected with Datong Street. He walked along Datong Street towards Binhai Avenue.It is said that Datong Street in Lumen City was named by Mr. Sun Yat-sen, the forerunner of the revolution. Now, this street has become history like the namer.All kinds of neon advertisements are hung on both sides of the street, covering up the gray and old body of the arcade with Nanyang characteristics.The lower floor of the arcade spans the sidewalk, which can provide pedestrians with shade in sunny days and shelter in rainy days, which is the origin of the name of the arcade.Qian Liangliang likes this old street very much. The deep and secluded alleys on both sides of the old street are like the capillaries of the city. In the heart of the city, here, you can really hear the beating heartbeat of the city and smell the old atmosphere.Through the narrow doors and windows, inside the low old houses, you can see the old people leisurely making Kung Fu tea, pushing mahjong tiles, or gathering together in a daze.Most of the young and middle-aged people have left here. The successful ones have bought new houses in the new development areas of the city, while the unsuccessful ones are exhausted and running towards their new houses.The old people accompanied the old houses in the old district, and together with these ancient arcades, they watched the past of the city.Qian Liangliang heard that this place will soon be redeveloped and developed into a new commercial circle, and he couldn't help but secretly feel sorry for this city, a city that has lost its past, so, is it still it?

Lumen is a very introverted city, keeping quiet and silently guarding its beauty and warmth.It is said that when the people of Hong Kong mentioned Victoria Bay, the people of Lumen laughed, because Victoria Harbor is everywhere around Lumen.It is said that when the people of Shanghai mention the Bund, the people of Lumen laugh, because the coastal avenue of Lumen is cleaner and brighter than the Bund in Shanghai, and the accumulation of history and culture is not inferior to the Bund. The people of Lumen just don’t shout bad things Just fooling around.Qian Liangliang likes the bustling but clean Lumen Binhai Avenue very much, and likes to stand in front of the fence of Binhai Avenue and look at the blue sea.The sea water is deep and calm with silky ripples. Ferries, fishing boats, cruise ships, and 10,000-ton ships glide lightly on the sea surface. The broad-minded sea treats 10,000-ton ships and sampan boats equally, carrying them like a Gentle and honest mother.In contrast, Qian Liangliang doesn't like Shanghai's Bund very much, both on the shore and in the water, it is too complicated and crowded, and it lacks the serenity and calmness of Lumen Binhai Avenue.

Qian Liangliang moved fifty meters east along Binhai Avenue, and just stopped when a dark figure beside the railing near the sea caught his attention.A long-haired girl sits on the concrete fence, silently looking towards Longqin Island, which is close at hand on the other side of the strait.It is not uncommon for people to sit on the seaside railing in such a dangerous posture, but at this time and at this place, a girl who is alone is a bit unusual.This section of the coastal avenue is relatively secluded, and there are few pedestrians, because this is not the best place to watch the night view of Longqin Island.Qian Liangliang was a little worried. He had seen and heard from newspapers, radio, and TV that some people became weary of the world for various reasons, and often chose the beautiful Binhai Avenue and the sea between Longqin Island as their last resort. home.With this thought in mind, the more Qian Liangliang looked at the girl, the more he felt that something was wrong. The thin figure, the lonely atmosphere, the dark sea surface and the dark silhouette all cast a strong tragic color on the girl.Qian Liangliang was afraid that the sound of footsteps would startle the girl, so he took off his shoes and walked towards the girl slowly with his bare feet.The girl didn't notice at all that Qian Liangliang was approaching sneakily, shaking her body slightly, as if hesitating whether to jump or not.Qian Liangliang seemed to hear the girl's inner struggle: to survive, or to perish?this is a problem……