Chapter 85 Chapter 4 The Plain of Sisa

The southernmost part of Madagascar, the Sissa Plain. In other words, the reddish-brown Xisa dry original. When Marty unloaded her marching backpack from the bus, it was a hot noon, the autumn sun was like fire, and on the endless reddish-brown dry plain, there were only lonely thorn trees standing in it, taller than cactus, The thorn trees, more ferocious than thorn bushes, are a fist of the dry land to the sky. They cannot provide shade. Marty walked towards the crowded place with tents ahead, and the black people on the bus and the driver all looked back. Looking at her, the car went far away, and someone looked back at Marty from the car window.What is this oriental woman going to do alone in the wilderness?

The people in the tent also came out to see her.This is an Antandro man who lived on the Xisa Plain for a long time. He has a pure black complexion and a slender figure. He survived in this dry and desolate land, and his figure wrapped in a large cloth robe looks very fairy-like.They smiled before Marty tried to communicate with them in sign language, gesturing to invite her into the tent.A woman with half-exposed breasts offered her a bowl of water with a dirty, crimson plastic spoon. Why did you choose to get off the bus here?In fact, there is not much difference if you go one hundred kilometers ahead or one hundred kilometers back.Marty got off the car here just because of an inspiration. It looked very similar to the scene in the photo of Hai'an, so she screamed to the driver in Chinese amidst the rumbling engine: "Get off the car! I want to Get off!" The driver looked at her with distrust, and then looked back at the other passengers as if asking for help. "I said, I want to get off!" Marty called again, the driver stopped abruptly and said a bunch of Mélière dialect, which aroused the approval of the passengers, who all nodded to Marty and comforted her with gestures before sitting down.

But Marty has to get off here. She spent three days in the tent of the Antandro people, and exchanged a folding comb, an umbrella, and half a bag of sugar cubes for a dark gray cloth robe. The hair is cut short, and the comb is no longer needed for the time being.It looked like it hadn't rained in years.Sugar cubes, ready to make coffee, but the half-naked Antandro woman took a sip and fell in love with the sweetness with all her heart.It's also good to drink black coffee, which is scorched by the hot sun, just right for this dry land.The material and color of the old gray robe in exchange were similar to those worn by Jesus in the photo.

"Jesus." Marty took the half-burned photo and asked in French the Antandro family who had taken her in, and got puzzled looks. "Jesus," Marty asked the people nearby, who shook their heads and smiled subtly.Marty, who is wearing a traditional cloth robe here, makes them feel very funny in every move. So Marty put the photo back in the pages of her little notebook. Taking the guest tent as the center point, Marty hiked aimlessly on the dry plain, walking around and seeing.This dry plain is not completely desolate. In the thorny bushes, one can often see an unknown wild flower, spreading out three bright yellow, tender purple, or bright red petals, and small and fat leaves like a teardrop, blooming in the Under the scorching sun, the sun sets and dies. Unknown long-tailed lizards crawl over withered flower stems after dusk to catch unknown strange flying insects.

It is said that this is the oldest island in the world. 165 million years ago, it carried tens of thousands of creatures and mysteriously drifted away from the African continent.The huge Noah's Ark has since abandoned the mainstream of civilization development, separated by a sea, and here is an independent world.It is recorded in the book that more than 90% of the plants and animals in this place are not found in other places. This is another ark of peace. The lions, leopards, rhinoceros, and elephants that dominate Africa have not been able to take this journey. The weak lemurs and birds live here quietly.Until a certain mysterious age, Africans came across the sea, fell in love with this land, and never left.This is an island suitable for wandering, wide, lonely, friendly, say goodbye to the past memories, there is only a new landscape here.

Later people called them Antandro, which means a people without roots. The rootless Antandro people lived in the thorn forest, maybe thousands of years, tens of thousands of years.They are wrapped in a robe made of a piece of cloth and live in a tent made of a cloth blanket, which may not have changed for thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years.Up to now, Madagascar is still a lonely ark drifting. The outside world is just a wave, a few water splashes splashed into the boat, dried by the scorching sun before they gather into stains.Despite the rapid changes in other places, the people of Antandro have always lived a life close to primitive.What have they lost?Cappuccino coffee cooked with tap water and a high-pressure steam pot, a nylon blend tailoring suit with a leather bag of the same color, a MRT express train with four carriages, a steeple-shaped skyscraper and hundreds of company names inside, there are Futures companies, travel agencies, publishing houses, American English teaching centers, trading companies, computer promotion centers, direct sales supply centers, communication companies, public relations consulting companies, customs brokers, housing agency companies, construction groups, beauty and slimming centers, cram schools, western medicine agents Companies, life insurance companies, department stores on the first to eighth floors, underground food and snack street, and a parking lot of 40 yuan for half an hour.

What a terrible loss. Marty sat on the bare red hill, looking around, the surrounding terrain undulates very gently, and it feels like he can see a thousand kilometers away.Under the clear sky, she sat for the whole afternoon, doing nothing but waiting for the gorgeous sunset. In her city, such idleness is called squandering, wasting, wasting, because everything is available there, but time and space are lacking.But people here have almost nothing, not even a watch, so they have endless time.People are seeds, they are sown here and there, the so-called Feng Shui, soil quality, and climate are all luck.What remains unchanged is that the people here and there have each found a way to survive.

The lonely island of Madagascar is full of creatures that are different from other places, living in the river of time.It doesn't seem to matter whether the world outside is different, or whether there is another world out there at all.In fact, it really doesn't matter. Species live and die on their own here, withering and growing, superior and inferior, and natural selection. The only thing that matters is their shouts to the sound of nature in unison, survival, survival. Isn’t it the same for human life?After walking a long distance, we have tempered various values ​​from civilization to build a rest station. These values, whether they are good or evil, right or wrong, high or low, are not all for the ultimate goal, survival?If the purpose of survival is to survive, to continue the life of the species, and to survive, then what is the point of surviving from the beginning to the end?How is a human being different from an island?Its birth and death are its birth and death, and outside itself, there is silence and nothingness.

No wonder people are easily lonely animals.In order to fill the loneliness, people develop art, people explore feelings, and people try their best to reach out and make friends. The more crowded they are, the louder they shout, survival.After all, this is a desolate effort, after all, it can't change the fact that from the beginning to the end, people are living in a journey of fending for themselves. Thinking of this, Marty was at a loss.The sun has just set on the horizon, and the lemurs in the distance are singing like a siren.After traveling thousands of miles to this place where mountains and rivers are at the end of the road, sitting alone in the open field, she only felt empty.Of course, freed from the burden of identity for thirty years and wandering in a foreign land, her body and mind are unprecedentedly relaxed, but this strange feeling of relaxation is hard to describe, probably only astronauts in a state of weightlessness can understand this feeling. .Ironically, the result of losing all stress is also suffocation.

Running away from that metropolis in the northern hemisphere, he wanted to find a brand-new survival value for himself. Now sitting on a small hill in the wilderness, Marty realized that he was so small that he was almost nothing, as meaningless as a speck of dust in the wind.What the hell am I doing?Marty wrote the line on the red clay, looked at it, saw that the question itself was meaningless, and rubbed it off again with his foot. Marty leaves the tent where she sleeps and packs her marching pack.The Antandro family, who stayed with her, stood in the wind and sand for a long time, silently watching Marty's small figure disappear into the desert.