Chapter 6: Long hair like a black streamer, wiggle with the wind

The traveling bus passed several county towns and small towns along the way, and the passengers who flew and flew gradually disappeared.
When we passed the last town, there were only two people left in the car, a young man with glasses and a little student spirit, and a man who slept motionlessly in the last row when he got into the car.
The driver got out of the car easily, came back and ripped his voice, and said to the two people in the car with a strong accent of Mandarin: "Hey, those who want to get off can get off here. After driving for more than seven hours, you have no place to get off after sitting at the station. "
The young man was sitting at the door, holding a big suitcase with his hands in his hands. He looked a little embarrassed, as if he wanted to get out of the car, and hesitated, looking forward and backward, as if he was standing at the crossroads of his life.
After a while, he driver quietly: "Master, isn't it inconvenient for the person who lives in the mountain to come out?"
The driver said: "We don't go to the countryside, we go to the county town. Of course, the county town is okay. There is a mountain over there. Have you heard of it? There are caves ..."
The young man shook his head absently.
The driver scratched the head of the bird's nest: "Ah, I can't remember what it's called. Anyway, it's a tourist attraction. There are a lot of people in the city going to play one by one, and there are quite a few people."
The youth asked tremblingly, "What about that village?"
Driver: "Oh, I don't know how many townships there are in a county town, and how many villages there are in a township. It's the same as that of sheep dung and eggs. It's everywhere. From the village to the county town, I don't have a car. If you do n’t drive a donkey cart, you ’ll either climb the mountain. If you do n’t climb well, the foot will slip and bang, and you will die! "
The young man listened to the cruel onomatopoeic word "Ga Bang", and suddenly his face was indifferent.
The driver deserved to run on the Panshan Road, without a taboo: "Don't say walking, just say go to the county town over there from us, which one dares to go when it rains a bit, the mountain fell down and the stone smashed, bang, let's go together It ’s dead. Either there ’s a bit of mud left there, and no one swept the slippery road. Accidentally, the head of the car rushed out of the cliff, and bang, let ’s die together again ... "
The driver can be described as clever, with only three words, and has died three times alive. The young man was finally collapsed by this remark, picked up his big suitcase, and ran out of the car.
The driver himself said: "The little white face in this city runs faster than the cubs-hey, I said that the guy behind you, you must be sitting in the county town in the ditch, right? We can leave without getting off the bus. Now! "
The men in the last row said nothing, as if they were asleep.
He was wearing a dark trench coat, the collar was high, almost covering his entire face, he couldn't see what he looked like, he was tall and long, one hand was exposed, and a platinum ring was on his middle finger. His fingers are slender, but pale, no matter how he looks, or whether he is dressed in this way, he is not like a mountain man.
Don't look at the old driver as a slick man who runs long distances all year round. In fact, when he meets a single young man or a group of young men, the ride is long and there are no other passengers. He is always in the heart.
The driver started the car with great hesitation, still trying to talk to the person in the back seat: "Is the boy visiting relatives?"
no answer.
The driver turned around pretendingly, and dared not ask any more questions. He silently followed the established route and drove the car out.
The drive on the Panshan Road lasted for several hours, from dawn to darkness, and the passengers in the last row had neither got up nor asked to get off the toilet.
There were several sections in the middle of the road that were in poor condition and extremely bumpy. The passenger was bounced up and crashed into the window, making a "boom" sound, and then tied back to the chair with a seat belt. He groaned, but the noise was so loud during driving that the driver didn't hear it.
It wasn't until the twilight that the long-distance bus finally reached its destination.
The old driver was as exhausted as the old bus. He drove the car into the parking lot and stopped. This made him brave and went to the last row to call the motionless passenger.
The driver tentatively patted him on the shoulder: "Boy? The lad is here ... This is too sleepy."
The man was unresponsive at first, and was shoved several times before his hands hanging on one side twitched.
"Wake up, come to the station." The old driver yelled in his ear, "Get off the train, you will starve to death."
The passengers in the last row struggled to sit up, untiedly untied the seat belts, and moved a little. He looked around, his eyes suddenly a little confused, and his face didn't know what tonight was like, he seemed to be asleep.
For a moment, the passenger took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, wiped his head and wiped with the corners of his clothes, and his eyes finally cleared. His hands supporting the backrest of the front seat showed rough bones, which seemed to be exhausted. The strength barely stood up, while suppressing his breath as much as possible, not let the breath appear too heavy.
"Sleep hands and feet numb," the old driver saw his appearance clearly, and felt that the man looked good, and it was strange, not like a bad person, so he let go of his heart and crowed while checking the luggage rack, "Hey, What about your luggage? Is it underneath? Or was it left by someone who accidentally walked away? "
The passenger said in a mute voice: "No ... cough, luggage."
He spoke almost two broken words, and cleared his throat before continuing.
The old driver said in a shock: "Why didn't you bring it? You ran so far alone, but didn't bring luggage?"
The passenger was silent for a while, and said in a very weak voice: "I don't hide from you, I have practiced for two hundred and fifty years, and I made a special trip to go to the robbery.
driver:"……"
The driver should have known that the other party was joking, but when the passenger finished speaking, he smiled at him sideways. He saw the young man's face was pale, his cheeks were haggard, and the spectacles were reflective. Anxious, the driver got goose bumps on the spot and almost believed the other party's gossip.
During the day, the taboos that scared young people suddenly disappeared, and he asked cautiously, "How do you look at us like this?"
The passenger passed the old driver sideways, and said in a low and ethereal tone: "Shan Qingshui Xiu ... well, a little fragrant."
The old driver keenly smelled a smell from him. This time his face really changed, and even the words stuttered: "Big, big fairy, what kind of fragrance?"
The passenger looked back, and the driver was afraid that he would say something like "I haven't eaten such a delicious human flesh for five hundred years." At that time, two wars were frightened.
But the passenger just glanced at him, smiled gently, lowered his head slightly, and retracted his chin into the collar of the trench coat.
"It may be that osmanthus is blooming," he said.
This passenger was Chu Huan. Unfortunately, when he was hanging on the tree, he suffered a mental disability. He let go of his hand somehow, and thus embarked on the first step of becoming a master of peerlessness in the martial arts novels—the glorious falling cliff.
Chu Huan rolled off the cliff, rolled out of a bruise, and rolled his ankle off the mortar.
Fortunately, like all prospective heroes in the world, he was hard-skinned and hard to beat, and did not die.
Unfortunately, none of the world ’s surnamed rams waited to pass on his life skills to him. Only a group of real rams were frightened and roared away, and one of them was not sympathetic. 'S trampled his wound with iron hoof.
Chu Huan didn't know how long he lay there, before he had some strength. He grievously hung up on his ankle and treated the wound hastily.
Chu Huan didn't know how to tell others about it in the future-did he fall off, or did he jump off himself?
He compares and thinks that either of these two statements is quite shameful, feeling that this is really the darkest history in his life. Chu Huan decided to bring this secret to the coffin, so he did not rush to contact Lao Wang them.
After regaining his ability to act, Chu Huan's first thing was to raise his hand and give himself a slap—speaking is not counted, what stuff.
Stimulated by the pain, his survival will and mental state finally returned to his normal level.
He found a plank to fasten his legs, dragged his pierced shoulders, and used a cigarette to refresh him. Following the sheep dung eggs in twos and threes, he walked a few kilometers on the mountain road and finally found someone. local.
Chu Huan edited a few nonsenses about accidental overturning, and succeeded in gaining the trust and sympathy of the local farmers. He stayed overnight with others, washed his gray head and dirt, turned out a small bag of first aid kits, and treated the wounds one by one. After a brief rest, I inquired the locals about the mode of transportation, took a bullock cart from a fellow villager and walked to Shiliba Village, and finally got on the bus to the nearest county.
Chu Huan had planned to get off at the first county seat. After getting off the car, he found a place to live. He first settled down and then contacted him to pick him up. He wanted to pretend that he was still able to pass through a fierce battle. .
At a moment when he was out of control on the cliff, Chu Huan finally had to admit that he might indeed have something wrong.
During his three years of retirement, Chu Huan lived like a prison sentence. There were basically no personal friends. The only contacts were Pharaoh, Chu Aiguo, and a nurse. When there were no living creatures around him for ten days and a half, he would not speak for ten days and a half— —Maybe cohabiting cats are barely a companion.
But Chu Huan could see that the cat was not close to him and was even a little afraid of him.
Chu Huan didn't understand what was terrible. Although he didn't sit with the cat to share his life-loving habit, he never abused it. What the original owner gave him to eat, he gave it to what he just came. I was very uneasy in a strange environment. For a while, I always wandered around the house, not breaking things, and Chu Huan only cleaned silently, and never yelled at him-he thinks this guy is an old cat. As you get older, you always have to save face.
It's a pity it doesn't work anyway, anyway he has never seen keeping pets more distinct than roommates.
"My cat is dead. Take care of me before he dies." Chu Huan suddenly thought in his heart on the bumpy bus.
He was like a slow-reacting person. Several days passed, and he had just remembered what happened to the little body he buried.
The blood loss chilled him, and in inexplicable depression, Chu Huan fell asleep on the back seat of a bus that was leaking everywhere.
During the bumps, Chu Huan's wound cracked. He didn't expect that he felt sleepy and fell asleep until he reached the end of the mountain.
He got off top-heavy and the mountain breeze in the early autumn night made him tremble and looked around. I saw this so-called "station", which turned out to be a larger vacant lot, with a stop sign that was no longer visible. At the station, there are several other coach-like cars parked.
It is said that there is a small and large scenic spot nearby. The development progress is not good and the transportation is inconvenient. You need to transfer in this county town. Therefore, the small county town in the backcountry of the poor county has not been small. lively.
Chu Huan thought about it too. Now, for him, all counties are the same, just pass the station.
He looked up and saw that there was a building with the words "Guest House" near the station, which was considered to be of a higher grade. There were still more retro neon lights on the words. The lights were broken for more than half, and they looked only from a distance. The rest of the word "Zhao Si" seems to be a place of incense.
Chu Huan squeezed his dry lips and walked towards the guest house. He felt that he needed a large glass of salt water.
Suddenly, he heard someone stop him.
At this point, Chu Huan's eyes had begun to look a little sloppy, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head and saw that there were two men standing next to the stop sign, all tall.
The man who stopped him was in his forties, holding a cardboard sign in his hand. His eyes were as big as cows, and his hair was like a weed. He wore a long braid and hung it on his chest. If he ignored him, he would have a face like Li Kui. This dress alone reminded Chu Huan of the lyrics-"There is a girl in the village named Xiaofang, who looks good and kind, has big beautiful eyes, and thick and long braids."
It's just that this look is very tight, and his eyes are not friendly, like Xiaofang who has changed his way.
But the other person was very young and stood a little further. Because Chu Huan's vision was not clear, he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, only to see that he had long hair like a black streamer, and moved slightly in the wind to make people look Trance.
Both of them were on the side of the platform, and they should be picking up people, but it was very late at this time, and the station was also sparsely popular, so only one bus entered the station, and the passengers in that class were only Chu Huan himself.
"Brother Xiaofang" came to him first. This man has five big and three thick faces and a big face like a basin.
I do n’t know which ravine this person came from. Putonghua is basically at the level of aliens. If it is a neighbor of the earth, even if the words are not understood, some body language is still international. However, the other party has a lot of words, Chu Huan only understood the first stare.
The meaning of that glaring is roughly: "Grandma, let Lao Tzu wait for you for so long, why didn't you die halfway?"
The two stood staring with contempt, falling into a dilemma of being unable to communicate.
Suddenly, "Xiaofang Brother" thought of something, and stuffed the cardboard in his hand to Chu Huan, staring at him like a debt on the floor, knocking the words on the card with his knuckles.
Chu Huan blinked his tired eyes hard, only thinking that the word knew him, he didn't know the word.
He knew that he was already at the end of the crossbow, it was not easy to get entangled with this minority brother, so he squeezed out a little ugly smile, stretched his finger to the cardboard, and then pointed to himself, shaking his head with your hand-you Old admitting the wrong person.
"Xiaofang" froze for a moment, seeing that he ignored him and walked forward, just about to raise his hand to pat his shoulder, but his eyes suddenly fixed.
This minority brother did not know what kind of occupation he was in, and his night vision was very good. In such a dark place, the dark spot of Chu Huan's dark coat was clearly identified as a large blood stain. He whispered something to his companion behind him.
At this moment, Chu Huan stumbled suddenly under his feet, he finally couldn't hold it anymore and planted it all over.
There seemed to be something entrusted to him in the mist, and Chu Huan finally glanced at a long hair.
In the night, there was a distant and slim osmanthus fragrance.