"My home is in the northeast, on the Songhua River. There are soybeans and sorghum all over the mountains and plains..."
This lyric is correct or not. At least it is not like this in my hometown. Our mountains and fields are full of hazelnuts, fungus, and blueberries.
Many young people risked their lives and went to Mohe in order to catch a glimpse of the legendary "Aurora". As a result, they froze to death within a day and returned home dejected.
My suggestion is that in addition to preparing the necessary hats, cotton headphones, gloves and other things before coming, you must wear a pair of shoes that are one size larger, because when you go to Mohe in winter, you must put on three layers of thick socks to prevent your feet from freezing. .
Let me tell you, the aurora is beautiful, but the most beautiful scenery in my hometown is not the aurora, but "daytime".
During the summer solstice, the days in Mohe are very long, and the sun will not set until around 9 p.m. During those two nights, the sun will hang next to the moon in the sky, and the scenery will look like an oil painting.
In the early years, Mohe Station was very beautiful, with white walls, long stairs, and wind chimes. Now these are gone, and the station has been transformed into a purely European-style building.
After leaving the station, I took a bus and walked west for more than two hours. Then I got off the bus and walked, stepping on thick snow along the way.
He breathed out, and a layer of frost formed on his eyebrows in an instant.
Soon, I saw a carriage parked on the side of the road. I felt happy and hurriedly walked over.
"Brother, can the car leave?" I said loudly.
"Haha, brother, what's wrong with you?"
I pointed forward and said with a smile, "I'm from the Great Meadow Village."
"Hey, I also know about Big Meadow! It looks like you are a local here. Let's wait a while and see if there is anyone there. Otherwise it won't be worthwhile to drag you alone."
I hurriedly said: "No, brother! In this case, I will pay you three people's fare alone, can we leave?"
"Oh! Brother, if you want to say that, then get in the car!"
This kind of carriage is also called a platoon carriage. I used to ride it a lot when I was a child. At that time, I was a boarding school student at Polaris School. Summer was fine, so I would go home by boat along the river. If it was winter, I would have to take this platoon carriage. . It's a long way, and it takes a day and a half. For example, if I leave school this morning, I won't get home until tomorrow morning.
I believe you all have heard of Polaris Village, right? Now it is an Internet celebrity Snow Village, an AAA-level scenic spot. What many people don’t know is that it was not called Polaris Village before, but Lama Village.
And my hometown is in Beihong Village. Before the development of tourism, it was called Dacaodian Village and Beiji Beihong. These were all renamed later.
Nowadays, tourists who come here all go to live in Beiji Village. They don’t know that there is Beihong Village down there. So Beihong Village has made a lot of money from tourism in the past few years. Our Beihong Village can only make a lot of money. Can drink hot soup.
More than an hour later.
"Hey! Who is this? You are... you are Xiaofengzi!"
"It's me, hello Aunt Liu, have you eaten?"
"You're such a kid! You haven't been back for several years, right? You're so high!"
I smiled and said, Aunt Liu, you are busy, I will go back first.
"Go, go! Your grandma will be so happy to see you!"
When I arrived at the door of my house, I looked up at the thick snow on the roof. I took a deep breath and opened the wooden door.
Walk into the courtyard.
Everything at home was still the same, unchanged. There was a man lighting a fire in the kitchen. He was wearing big-toed cotton shoes and a coat, his back to me.
"Doctor Fan!"
When she turned her head, her face was stained with a lot of pot ashes.
"Xiang Yunfeng! You're back! I'm making medicine for your milk. Come in and see your milk. He misses you very much."
I hummed and ran into the house.
"Milk!"
"Milk! I'm back!"
"Xiao Feng! Xiao Feng, you are back!"
When I saw the old man with white hair on the earthen bed, tears filled my eyes for a moment.
I shouted loudly! Ran over.
"My child... my child, you have grown taller again. Let me take a good look at you. How are you eating and living outside? Is the boss of the engineering team treating you well?"
"Okay! I'm fine! Everything is fine with me! How are your eyes?"
"hehe......"
My grandma held my hand tightly, as if she was afraid that I would run away. She said with a smile: "Don't worry about me, grandma is fine. It's just that there is a bit of double vision in my right eye now. Thanks to the doctor Fan you found, grandma is fine." After taking a few doses of the medicine she prepared, my body feels more than ten years younger! My eyes are no longer dry.”
"My child, you don't know that now, people from all over the country come here to ask for Doctor Fan's treatment!"
I lowered my head and wiped my eyes, feeling all kinds of things in my heart.
No matter how capable I am, no matter how much money I make outside, I can't change the fact that my loved ones are getting older.
"Son, how many days will you have to stay when you come back this time?"
"Well, yes, grandma, I plan to stay at home for a while and spend more time with you."
My grandma was very happy after hearing this. She got off the kang and shouted to make my favorite bean buns.
I didn't stop her. As long as the old lady is happy, she can do whatever she wants.
I came to the West Room alone. This is my room.
Everything is as before.
The old little table was spotless. I walked over and slowly opened the drawer.
There are several books in the drawer, which are about porcelain and copper coins. In addition, there are dozens of rotten copper coins and several rotten porcelain pieces in the drawer.
I used to lie on this small table, reading and studying these junk things all day long.
I remembered that there was a small pottery horse on the windowsill. When I opened the third drawer, I saw the little pottery horse again.
There are too many intrigues and intrigues in the world, but there is none here, only peace of mind and tranquility.
I became playful and immediately pulled out a large suitcase from under the bed.
The things in this big suitcase are amazing, they are all my little darlings.
There are small cups, small plates, matches, candles, ink, carving knives, watercolor pens, etc. I used to use these things to make fake antique porcelain and scribble the year number on the bottom of the porcelain.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Xiang Yunfeng, can I go in?"
"Enter!"
During the conversation, I naturally told Dr. Fan about the things I had experienced in the mental hospital. When I told her about a guy who didn't eat and ate shit every day, she immediately covered her mouth and listened to vomiting.
I didn't tell anything about Zhuge Qing because my intuition told me...she knew it would be of no benefit.
I said, "I've been calling the miracle doctor Taishengfen, can I call you Sister Fan?"
Maybe I saw it wrong, she blushed a little for a moment, and rolled her eyes: "You can call me whatever you want, but we must agree that you can only call me this in private."
I nodded and said yes. At the same time, I also understood in my heart that her external identity in the world was still that of a man. The reason for this, I guessed, was related to the fact that the medical skills of the Fan family were passed down from male to female.
She actually looks pretty good, maybe because she is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine who knows how to regulate her body. Her complexion is always very good, her eyes are clear, and she is full of energy. She is not seen using any cosmetics, and her skin is always white and rosy, just like a child's skin. Same.
I invited her to stay at my house for a while and wait until my health is fully recovered before leaving. She agreed and said with a smile: "I like your village very much. Living here will make me calm down."
Then, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly said: "By the way, Xiang Yunfeng, please stretch out your hand, I'm taking your pulse."
I nodded and reached out.
After two or three minutes, I asked in a low voice: "How is the situation?"
She didn't speak, just looked at me and frowned.
