Time flies so fast. It has been almost a year since she left me. I found a job nearby as a patrolman on the highway, which is equivalent to a security guard. Many friends think that I am a retired employee. Soldiers come to this job with the rhythm of overkill and overkill.
However, I still choose this job, which is the closest to there. I spend half an hour every day at the place where the separation happened. I miss this place and miss her.
After all, I still can't let her go. This place is called Yangtze River Ridge. With the mountains behind and the water at the back, the green mountains and green waters are not far away. Now in this season, the surroundings are full of dandelions, the breeze blows, and the sky is full of catkins.
I vaguely remember her once saying that she likes the freedom of dandelions and the pure white feathers of dandelions. Every time I pass by this place, I will stop the car and look into the distance through the car window. I often hope that I can see the dandelions at this time. In the sea of flowers, she can miraculously be seen watching the dandelions.
"Attention all units, a major traffic accident occurred on the Yangtze River Bay section. Please rush to the nearby staff to assist in clearing the road. I repeat, all units..." The intercom hung in the car rang with the rough and powerful voice of the captain of the highway patrol team. The sound interrupted my thoughts.
I lowered my head and smiled. It looked like I had to be busy again, so I started the car, put it in reverse gear, and turned the car 60°. "Squeak...hiss..." The wheels rubbed against the ground rapidly, and we headed straight towards the Yangtze River Bay section.
After finishing my work on the Yangtze River Bay section, I took out my mobile phone, which was the one she gave me, and checked the time. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. This traffic accident was a bit serious. I thought I should be able to watch it on the news tomorrow morning. You can see the report on the Internet. After all, an oil truck of China National Petroleum Corporation suddenly exploded while driving. It was a bit strange, but it was also big news.
After I completed the handover work with the person on duty for the next round, a colleague drove back to the city, so I hitched a ride back to the city with him.
After getting off the bus, I walked aimlessly on the street with a cigarette in my mouth. I didn't know where I was. I just wanted to relax and release the stress and depression after a long day's work.
Ten minutes passed like this. My thoughts were interrupted by a building that looked like an ancient inn. It had a bronze doorway, large red lanterns hung on both sides of the doorway, and an ancient black signboard. The two powerful golden characters "Le Yuan" written on it are unique in this street surrounded by modern buildings. They are particularly eye-catching and can easily attract the attention of young people. Retro style has been popular in China in recent years. , I can only say that the owner of this inn is very talented and very financially minded.
I also walked towards the inn with great interest to taste the freshness of this retro style. When I stepped into the door, a cool feeling hit my face and brushed my cheek quietly. A young man who looked like a waiter in the shop He hurriedly ran out and took me in to sit down. Then he wiped the table out of habit and didn't forget to greet me: "Sir, what would you like to eat? We have everything you need in this inn, including all kinds of delicacies from all over the world."
I was a little uncomfortable with his attitude, so I responded with a dumbfounded response, "Just have a few bottles of good sake and fry up some signature dishes."
The waiter also smiled and said, "Okay, wait a moment, the food and wine will be ready soon. Come quickly." Then he ran towards the counter, where there was an old large cabinet, which seemed to be disorderly. There is an orderly grid, with earthen jars and jars placed on it. There is red square paper on the outside of the jar, and a black word "wine" is written on the square paper.
I turned around and looked around. I almost scared me when I saw all kinds of people here. There were people of all ages. Some were wearing clothes from the old era and the Republic of China, some were wearing Tang suits and hats, and some were still wearing them. A long braid... I thought I had traveled back in time to ancient times, but luckily the people at the tables to my left were pretty normal, some wearing suits and some casual clothes.
They all lowered their heads and ate their own food, completely ignoring what was going on in the outside world. Some of them were whispering and communicating with each other in a low voice.
There were four people sitting at the table next to me. The old man who was shouting and bragging about his abilities sat diagonally across from me. Sitting on the right was a drunken man with a felt on his head. To the left of the old man is a boy with fair and tender skin. He is high-spirited and exudes a scholarly temperament. He is wearing an old-era white robe scholar's uniform, a hat on his head, and a folding fan exclusive to educated people in his right hand.
Next to the scholar sat a man who looked like a landlord. He had a fat belly, was dressed in the clothes of a blessing, and had a mustache hanging on his lips. He was funny and cute. The old man drank wine and gnawed the braised lion's head carelessly. He cheered and clinked bowls with the sound of "bang...bang...bang..." and did not forget to chat loudly with his companions:
"In the past, the Sa family killed dozens of officials in Pi County. The scene was spectacular..." The rough and arrogant old man boasted without blushing.
"Did you lie and exaggerate the truth? They are official officials..." The drunk boy sitting next to him said in a daze.
"That's right... is it that easy to fight against the government?" the scholar answered.
"Children are all honest and responsible... don't fool me..." The landlord cast a questioning look at the old man.
"Hey, don't doubt it. The bunch of scars and puncture marks on Sajia's back are the souvenirs left by those official dogs... Now I'll lift them up for you to open your eyes..." The old man took off his shirt directly and gave it to those few Partner, see clearly.
People at the tables nearby heard it and joined in the fun and turned their heads to take a look. After they all saw the stab marks, they took a deep breath of cold air and exclaimed in disbelief.
"The scars on the Xiuchun knife, which is exclusive to the government, are unique. You can see the injury on the Xiuchun knife at a glance." The scholar gently shook his fan.
"I have lived for so many years and I have never seen many people with scars like you." A fat-bellied old man next to him stroked his white beard.
"It turns out he is really an old hero... We admire him!" the drunken man shouted, slapping the table.
"I think back then, a few of our brothers fell into trouble and became bandits. We were wanted by the government everywhere, and were finally forced to hide in the mountains and forests..." The scholar responded unconvinced.
"It was really hard to live that day..." The landowner sighed.
"We admire you for having the courage to carry it with an official dog!" The drunken man lying on the table raised his cup again.
The old man did have many dark red scars on his back, which were densely packed and intricate. The shortest one was as long as a palm. They were very lifelike. I found it a bit funny. This was too deceptive. If he was really Can he really survive the injury from Xiuchundao? There are still so many scars, and I don’t know which hospital the old man went to for plastic surgery.
It seems that these few of them are really poisoned by Jin Yong's novels. They can't separate reality from novels at all. They really regard themselves as those knights in ancient times who dare to fight against the government. The retro style of this inn also just accepts these retro fanaticisms. The gathering of molecules can be regarded as providing a place for them to communicate.
At this time, the waiter brought the mild wine and filled my wine glass. Following him, another waiter brought a few side dishes on porcelain plates. Judging from the color, they were pretty good and lingering. The light smoke slowly swirled on top of the dishes, which was full of color, flavor and flavor.
"Sir, please be patient. If you need anything else, please feel free to ask." The waiter smiled warmly, with the same signature smile that has remained unchanged for a century on his face.
"You go ahead, there's nothing you need right now." I waved my hand and said to him politely.
When the waiter was about to leave, I suddenly thought of something, so I stopped the waiter and said to him in a gentle voice, "Come over and have a few drinks with me, and I want to ask you something by the way." After hearing this, the waiter was a little bit confused. He was shocked and couldn’t believe that I asked him to sit down and have a few drinks with me. Finally, he couldn’t resist my repeated persuasion and sat down flattered. He sat with his legs together, holding the wine glass in both hands, and smiled respectfully at me. He nodded his head and drank it all in one gulp.
I wasn't in the mood to eat or drink. I was more curious as I listened to the old man next to me bragging about his abilities. Through the exchange of words with the waiter over drinks, I learned that the waiter's name is Liu Dongsheng. He used to be a gangster, and everyone called him Brother Dadong to save his face. Later, he changed his mind and washed his hands, and got to know this place a little bit. The owner of the shop is a mysterious figure who rarely appears in the shop. He only appears here at the end of the year or when the old man comes.
"Brother Dong, is this old man a frequent visitor to this inn?" I turned my attention to Brother Dong. Brother Dadong's face was red at this time, and he responded with a blush: "He comes here to drink several times every year, from time to time."
"Every year?" It seemed like this inn had been open for a long time. I was a little surprised. Why didn't I notice? "How many years has this inn been open?" I asked in surprise.
"It's been around a long time, right? It was only opened here in the past few years from other places, and then I followed here." Brother Dadong answered my question in a dazed manner without being irritated.
Brother Da Dong, who was drunk by me, was already lying on the table and talking to himself: "There are so many beauties dancing in front of me. Look, this one is so beautiful... This figure is really good... This one's face is so white..."
His drool was all over the table, and he still had an erotic dream, and said to himself obscenely: "This girl is still smiling at me... Hehe, come to uncle's arms... Uh-huh... Nishang Yuyi That dance part is so beautiful, so pretty! It would be great if she could marry me and be my wife..."
At this time, several drunk people at other tables were walking around the inn with wine bottles and toasting. When they came to propose a toast to me, I couldn’t resist, so I accepted it. Unknowingly, I also forgot about it. After drinking so much wine, my head felt dizzy and my vision suddenly went dark.
I hurriedly patted my swollen head, trying to wake myself up, and shook my head vigorously. My vision returned to normal again, but I felt that my whole brain was swollen, and the tip of my nose felt a little itchy. Blood dripped on my sleeves! I sighed with a giggle. It seemed that I was really old. I hadn’t had a nosebleed for a long time. Looking around again, everything seemed to be spinning. Then my eyes couldn’t help but feel tired, and their eyes darkened again, "Bang..." His head fell heavily on the table again.
"Three thousand avenues, the world of mortals refines the heart..." An old voice came to my ears.
