Chapter 9 Chapter 4 On the Road-1

It was an ethereal footprint, covered with gray and black four-petaled flowers.There will be a fragrant fragrance, but it will not last long. ○ August 2006. Say goodbye to many people. I never saw many people again. one On Weizhou Island, I spent most of my time with a nine-year-old boy.He is the son of the owner of the barbecue stall by the pier. The barbecue stalls on the island are entertainment places for most residents on the island.Plastic tables and chairs are placed in the open air, and there is a large TV with pop songs playing loudly.Many people drink beer and eat barbecue here.

He is an enthusiastic but shy kid.The first time I talked to him was to ask him, where do you go to school?He was obviously a little overwhelmed by my sudden question, but he still pointed to the hill not far away.Some faltered and said to me that the school is there. He studied at Shengtang Primary School on the island. He leads the way, and I follow him.He seemed to be getting more courageous, and turned his head from time to time to see if I was still there. He said, did you hear the sound of "chichi" in the grass? There were indeed faint insect-like calls coming from the grass.

It was the sound of a snake.He said. I was terrified when I heard that.He hurriedly said, it doesn't matter, the snakes on the island will not attack people. After walking a long, long and steep mountain road, I finally arrived at Shengtang Primary School.The gate of the school is not locked, and the iron gate is already somewhat rusty, with mottled rust spots on it. There is no reception room in the primary school, only a row of bungalows, which should be classrooms.The playground is small and overgrown with weeds.A few teenagers were playing with an old basketball under the moonlight. The basketball stand was damaged and the basket was crumbling.

The teenagers were fiercely grabbing the ball, screaming and cheering from time to time. And standing in front of them, everything in front of me has nothing to do with me. I am just a passerby. Later I learned the little boy's name.He said his name was Jialin. I often chat with him.He said that children on the island generally stop studying after finishing junior high school.There is no high school on the island, only a few children go to Beihai to study high school, and they only come back once a semester. He also told me that in the evening, you can go to the wharf to buy fresh seafood and let the proprietress of the restaurant process it, which can save a lot of money.

I often buy popsicles for him to eat. He was a little shy at first, but then he accepted it very willingly. Watching him peel off the wrapping paper excitedly, stuff the popsicle into his mouth in one gulp, stick out his tongue and shiver.I said to him, Jia Lin, you look so beautiful. I mentioned to him that I wanted to see the sunrise on Weizhou Island.He came to the hotel at four o'clock and knocked on my door. I climbed up the hillside with him, while he was urging, hurry up, the sun will come out soon. Finally climbed to the top of the mountain before the sun rose.Soon, a huge red sun rose slowly from the sea level.The eye-catching light reflects on the sea surface, undulating with the waves.

On Weizhou Island, the little boy named Jialin.take me to church.In the evening, he came to me to catch crabs with a small tube.In the evening, take me to climb the lighthouse.Through his negotiation with the boss, I bought cheap bananas and hairy crabs. Sometimes, they would ask me mischievously, the eldest brother must have a wife. Often I am overwhelmed by such questions. two On the second day in Weizhou Island, a group of college students from Kunming came to the hotel where they stayed, almost occupying all the spare rooms in the small hotel. They hung out in groups and ate together at the big round table downstairs in the hotel.Boys sit with boys, girls sit with girls.

At night, they set off fireworks on the beach. At that time, I just passed by.He stopped and stood not far away to watch them. A girl is handing out fairy wands.Seeing me and smiling at me, she said, are you coming too? Feeling a little embarrassed, he waved at her. It's okay, let's play together.As she spoke, she gave me some fairy sticks. That night, the wind on the beach was strong and comfortable. That night, I played 300 fairy sticks with a group of college students who had never met before. I was fine that night. three Returning to Beihai from Weizhou Island, I failed to buy a fast boat ticket.I only bought a ticket for the big ferry from Haikou, and it was a standing ticket without a seat.

There are many people on the big ship and it moves slowly. Even the deck is full of people. I can only sit in the aisle with my luggage on my back. He gripped the railing tightly with his hands and leaned his body very low. Weizhou Island gradually became a small dot and finally disappeared on the sea. At that time, I buried my head and covered my slightly red eyes with my hands. The Guangzhou boy sitting next to him is traveling with his girlfriend. The girl spread newspapers on the floor and slept curled up in a ball, while the boy sat next to him and looked at his luggage. Suddenly, the girl woke up and took the boy's hand and rushed to the deck, screaming excitedly.

"It's going to fall!" The huge red sun in the distance is being swallowed by the sea surface little by little, and finally, it disappears on the calm sea surface. "Oh...it's gone." The girl said dejectedly. It's gone, it's gone.However, in another sea area, another country.It is rising proudly. And those parts of our lives that we thought we had receded.But already inadvertently, with a more vivid attitude, we have built our strong future. Four I want to... keep going Fives At the Sino-Vietnamese border, I got lost. The terminal of the bus taken is Dongxing (a border city between China and Vietnam).And I got out of the car in a daze after hearing the conductor say "It's here! It's here!"And when I found out that this was not Dongxing, but the previous stop of Dongxing, the bus had already driven away.

The place where they were detained was a small village that could not be found on any map of Guangxi.In other words, this is just a village (a little behind the village><).There are no hotels, not even a small restaurant.I asked the locals, and they said that there is no bus to Dongxing, only a bus waiting to pass by.And I can see from the ticket that the bus I took is the last bus of the day.Therefore, the only way to leave is to wait until tomorrow. In desperation, I asked the locals the distance from here to Dongxing, and the answer was delightful. "It's very close."

"We'll be there in a while." "It's not far away." So I decided to go to Dongxing on foot, because staying in this place where there is no hotel is not an option. But after walking for an hour, two hours... I began to regret it, and gradually entered a state of despair. There is no one, no car, and the mineral water provided on the bus has already been drunk.It was already completely dark, so I could only bite the bullet and go down.There are dense plantain forests on both sides of the road, and the gray road seems to have no end.And Dongxing seems to be still far away. Now I finally understand that everyone has a different concept of "very close" and "coming soon". Maybe what seems close to you is far away to others. And this "moment" of "it will be there in a while" may be the "moment" it takes to drive.And this "while" can be a few minutes or a few hours. "Jinyi Night Walk" should be a very beautiful word. But when he was really walking alone in the dark, there was only groundless fear. When I saw the passenger car coming from a distance, although my eyes were stung by the sudden light, I could still use "crying with joy" to describe myself at that time. In the car, the driver looked at him in doubt and surprise. "How can you be alone?!" "Walking to Dongxing?!" "There used to be Vietnamese coming and going here!" And I can only answer with "ah", "oh" and "ah". Half an hour later, the truck finally arrived in Dongxing.The driver helped me find a suitable hotel.When getting out of the car, give him 50 yuan.But he returned it. It seems that when I watched the truck full of bananas go away, I realized that I hadn't said "thank you" to the kind driver. He helped me, even saved me, but I didn't even have time to say the simplest "thank you". six Before going on a trip, I heard many people say this: ——You don’t want to die, what if you are targeted by a pervert? ! ——There are a lot of bad guys on the road! ——Beware of being scammed, they like to scam students like you the most. No one seems to have said to himself, "Don't worry, someone will help you!" In fact, the world is different from what we imagined. seven Yangshuo's West Street is not long, but there are many bars. I have heard about the origin of West Street, and it is only because ghosts like Yangshuo and Lijiang River that they stay here.Many people make a living by opening bars.Many bars on West Street are run by ghosts.Every bar has a distinctive personality, not as bad as Lijiang. Many ghosts carry travel bags three times the size of mine.It contained all their belongings.They carried big bags and crawled like ants on the earth bit by bit. Saw a lot of ghosts.The finished cans will not be thrown away immediately.Always hold it in your hand.Then give it to the old man picking up junk on West Street. On the first day, I rented a bicycle and rode to see the Li River by myself. Before riding out of West Street, a bearded man rushed up to me.He held out his hand and stopped me with a smile. "What?!" I didn't understand what he wanted to do at the time. He smiled and pointed to my wheels.It turned out that the parking post of the bicycle hadn't been kicked up yet. There are many rock climbing groups on West Street.Many people come to Yangshuo for rock climbing. The small bar opened by an Australian boy, as long as you buy drinks in it, he will take you to rock climbing with him. That day, I went rock climbing with two ghosts and a boy from Shanghai on a peak near Ivory Mountain. I was the first to rush up very bravely, and a ghost shouted: "NO! NO!" It turns out that the insurance deduction is still not connected><. Much harder than imagined.I don't know how to use my hands and feet at all.As soon as I climbed the rock wall, my body seemed to be stiff, and I didn't know how to move.The Shanghai boy and I tried many times but failed. We could only watch the two ghosts climb more and more fiercely at the foot of the mountain. After the ghosts climb down, go to a nearby shop to buy iced Coke. A ghost generously paid for himself in advance.But after drinking it, he said to me, "Boy, givemetwoyuan!" He froze for a moment, then took two coins and handed them to him.He stuffed it in his pocket naturally. But I like this, like this pure. On West Street, I saw a lot of tourists who came here in groups, most of them were "flying around and watching flowers".Just take a walk on the street.Their schedule was so tight that they didn't even have time to stop for a cup of coffee.The tour guide held a small flag in front, and a large group of young and old followed behind, just like a spring outing for elementary school students. In "Mandala", I met a teacher from Hunan. He said that the school organized a group to travel here.I only stayed in Yangshuo for one day, and then returned to Guilin after swimming in the Lijiang River, which was disappointing.So he left the team and had been on West Street for two nights. Like me, I sleep in hotels during the day and come out at night.Like a nocturnal god. Ghost, night tavern, LIVE, blurred lights, Xinwen's tattoo on his left arm. These are all nights in Yangshuo. Eight If you can... keep going. Nine Jingxi Canyon, Jeep is moving slowly and carefully. The road is narrow, and below is the turbulent river.Often because a large stone fell from the mountain and blocked the way, I often got out of the car with the driver and two other backpackers to push the stone.Huge boulders slipped and fell into the river, hidden in the rushing turbulence. The driver said that the car from Yunnan the day before yesterday was overturned into the river together with the boulders rolled down the mountain due to the heavy rain, and probably the body could not be found. The driver also said that there are about dozens of accidents here every year.The canyon is too dangerous, and travel agencies dare not organize a group to come in. Most of the bones of the people who had accidents here did not survive, they were forever buried in the deep canyon, and only the rushing water of the river carried their souls to another world. canyon.Choking clouds in the sky.The sound of waterfalls pouring down.The churn of the river.Asuka wailed and wailed. I know that these are all evidences of their existence. I know they have no regrets. The Jeep stopped on the small road in the canyon to take a rest, and the driver got out of the car and stretched himself.The other two backpackers set up a tripod to take pictures of the opposite waterfall. Suddenly I really want to shout to the canyon: "Hey--" "Are you guys OK?" "Are you still there?" "I was always here!"