Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Ghost House

Either don't do it, or don't dawdle. The next day, I confirmed the itinerary to Golmud. I've never been to that area, so I asked my friend at the travel agency for directions.The friend told me that since there is no direct flight to Golmud, I had to fly to Shuangliu in Chengdu first, and then transfer.Let him do the air ticket, even the local hotel.I asked him to handle it for me, because I can't just leave here, and I booked a flight two days later. This time I didn’t go to Gangdou, but just went for a stroll in the urban area of ​​Golmud, and the time would not be very long, so I only brought a few close-fitting clothes and some cash, and a backpack in total was still flat.

Fatty returned to Beijing that day, and I didn't tell him about it. Since I decided not to tell anyone, Fatty is no exception. In the past two days, I greeted Wang Meng and asked him to handle the affairs of the shop. The family explained vaguely and settled some relationships. Two days later, I got on the plane. I slept all the way, and I slept very comfortably after arriving in Shuangliu, Chengdu. I was thinking about things on the plane for a few hours after flying to Golmud.I arrived at Golmud City, which is known as the "Plateau Inn" after eight o'clock that night. This is a legendary city. Golmud means "a place with dense rivers" in Tibetan. Although it is full of Gobi all the way, you can also imagine the appearance of the city when it was named.The information I read on the plane said that this city was built by General Mu Shengzhong, the "father of the Qinghai-Tibet Highway", who pitched the tents of the Qinghai-Tibet Highway construction soldiers here.The city only has a history of more than 50 years, and it was very prosperous in the early years. Now, the status is gradually replaced by Lhasa, and the whole city is in an awkward position.

After getting off the plane, I suffered from altitude sickness in a very embarrassing manner. I passed out for two or three seconds at the exit of the airport. The feeling of you going away, suddenly all the scenery turned black from the side, and then I got down on the ground.Fortunately, I woke up immediately after two or three seconds, and I was already lying on the ground.What's even more embarrassing is that when I bought the medicine, I didn't know that I was already on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. I was not familiar with China's geography, so I didn't even know that Golmud was on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau!The drug seller thought I was on the wrong plane.

After drinking 50 cents a bowl of Tibetan tea at the roadside Tibetan tea stand and taking the medicine, I went to the hotel arranged by my friend and settled down. I didn’t care about the headache and brain fever, and set off without stopping, and got into the taxi directly. , Take out the address and let the driver take me there. However, after the driver saw the address, he immediately shook his head and said that the place is a very small alley, and the car cannot enter it. The area is full of old houses and the roads are very narrow. He can take me to that generation and then go in. I have to go in and ask people myself.

As soon as I heard that it would work, I asked him to drive, and after a while, I came to the old part of the city. The driver told me that Golmud City is a newly-built city, and the roads are generally very wide. The old city has been expanded countless times, but there are such small places everywhere, because of the awkward location, they have been left behind.Most of these bungalows were built in the 1960s and 1970s, and there are illegal buildings everywhere. My address is one of the alleys. I got out of the car, and it was already the end of dusk, dark and dark, with a little bit of sunset.I looked up, and in the backlight I could only see the shadows of a long row of black tile-roofed houses, all of which were tube buildings built in the 1960s and 1970s. Looking at it at this time, the old city seemed particularly mysterious.

Walking in and looking around, I found that this place can’t be called a district anymore, it’s just a few sections of old streets left after the city’s expansion. These buildings have no cultural value, and they don’t have regular maintenance, so they all look a little crumbling. Presumably it will not be long before the world.And there are not many people in the old city, only a few hair salons, passing through the houses, old houses and old wires, dark and mixed with the colored lights of the hair salon, it feels quite strange. I walked through it for about two hours, walking up and down, so that the ladies in the hair salon thought I was a thief, and they all opened the door and smiled at me.However, it is indeed as the taxi driver said, the layout inside is too chaotic, many alleys are separated by illegal buildings, there are no street signs, and it is useless to ask people, a few passing migrant workers are smiling and kind Shaking his head, it probably means that they don't know where this place is.

I have an address but can’t find a place. This is the first time I have encountered such a thing. I smiled wryly as I walked, feeling that the world is changing.Just when I was getting dizzy, a tricycle with a yellow roof came up from behind, and the driver asked me if I wanted to get in the car?I was tired from walking, so I sat down and let him walk me around. The coachman is of Han nationality, and he probably came from the south in the early years. He heard that I have a southern accent, so he talked a lot. He told me that he was from northern Jiangsu. His surname was Yang, and his name was Yang. Everyone called him Eryang.I have been riding three rounds here for 12 years, and asked me where I would like to play. He knows high-end, low-end, Han, Tibetan, and Uighur girls. He will give me a 20% discount on the whole set. Well, he can also do tourism. Golmud doesn't have many places of interest, but he is familiar with the great scenery in the surrounding Gobi.

I was amused in my heart, and I thought that if your father gave you another three-character name, you could change your name to Heng Yuanxiang, but when he said this, my heart moved, and I thought that these coachmen have been here for many years. Most of the alleys are familiar by heart, why don't I ask a few more questions, maybe I can learn something from his mouth. So I showed him the address and asked him if he knew the place. I didn't have much hope at first, but as soon as I finished speaking, Heng Yuanxiang nodded and said yes, and then stepped on it. After a while, he rode on a very remote path.

There are old houses on both sides of the road, and there are almost no pedestrians under the dim street lights. When he stopped, I really panicked, as if I was about to be hijacked.He also smiled when he saw me, and told me that the place I was looking for was here. I looked up and saw that it was a three-story building with a patio. Under the street lights, the building was pitch black, only the outer walls could be seen, and there seemed to be no one inside.The whole house is haunted. I was dumbfounded, and asked the coachman what kind of place is this place?He said: This is the People's Liberation Army nursing home in the 1960s, and it has been abandoned for a long time.