The most beautiful scenery passing by

Walking through the same places every day and taking the same Line 2, are you like me, lost in the life of two points and one line, and forgetting the original scenery around you? Whether you are there or not, she is there every day, every day.

The first time I met Longquan Mountain was in June, when Zhutou had just arrived in Longquan. To Longquan, Zhutou was an outsider, and even to Chengdu, he was still an outsider. Every midnight, Pig Head would always appear at the window of the rental house, with his hands on his trouser pockets, looking at the lights of thousands of houses, "I'm glad that I live relatively high, so I can see far away." There was a long silence. Then he closed the curtains in disappointment and left the window.

Zhutou used to work in an HVAC company, but later left because of discomfort. Recently, he was savoring life in a tavern. For Zhutou, that was his favorite job and career.

Every day in the tavern was very fulfilling, from three o'clock in the afternoon to two o'clock in the morning. It was difficult for Zhutou to adapt to the new schedule at the beginning, and he felt sleepy in the afternoon. So I still feel guilty.

There is a 5.6-kilometer road that Zhutou passes every day. On his way to get off work, Zhutou discovered that the riverside path was so beautiful. Before that, he had only one goal after getting off work every day, and quickly hid under the quilt. , looking for Zhou Gong to play, but he suddenly found the path that day and seemed extremely excited.

The bright street lights illuminate the lonely road, which is silent and poignant. Then who can illuminate the pig head's heart? He sat on the side of the road, "I live alone in this city, and I am exhausted just to fill my stomach. What ideals are there to talk about? That is our dream. After waking up from the dream, we are still running on the windy and rainy streets. Sometimes I want to cry." I swallowed my tears into my chest filled with blood..." Humming this folk song by Zhao Lei.

Rubbing his wet eyes, Zhutou took out a box of cigarettes from his bag, opened it and looked at the last cigarette, thinking about something in his mind. A few minutes later, a weak firelight ignited the last cigarette. The firelight looked very weak under the bright street lamp, so weak that it could even be ignored.

Half an hour later Zhutou stood up and left...

It was as if no one had ever passed by, and the night was still so quiet.

A long time ago, on his way home, Zhu Tou discovered that a restaurant "Encounter" was lit up on the side of the road with feasting and feasting. In the cold night, invisible arms stretched out time and time again to stop him from stopping to take a closer look. But every time it was just passing by, passing by...

Until one day, a colleague who got off work early left the key to his cozy home unintentionally in the store, and this allowed the pig head to stop in "Encounter" for the first time. In front of the door, "Encounter" is like "One Meter of Sunshine", "Mythology", "Rouge Rain"... which Zhutou has drunk before. It is a music bar with the theme of romantic encounter. There wasn't much to see.

While I was bored waiting for my colleague, I picked up my mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, and carefully walked towards the path next to "Encounter". It was dark and slightly eerie. Until I saw a path going up the mountain. The pig head ran back quickly. A chill ran down my back. It was not until later that Zhu Tou realized that this was his first sight of Longquan Mountain.

On December 10th, the weather was particularly warm. The long-lost sun finally broke through the cold clouds and hazy haze, shining directly onto the earth. The long-lost sunshine tempted most people to go out for activities, including the lonely pig head.

Today, Zhutou got up earlier than usual. After doing all the chores, he also planned to let himself absorb calcium, so he went out early to enjoy it. At this time, he remembered a dark path next to "The Encounter" that night.

There were many people following the path up the mountain, and Pig Tou also took the first step, walking up with everyone. No one in the crowd would care whether there was Pig Tou. There is a B&B 150 steps away from the road, and there are two old ladies next to it, carrying bamboo poles on their backs that seem to contain pickles and black beans. After turning a big bend, a lady next to me who was a few years older than Zhutou took a look at "Wow" and then said to the little girl next to her, "Mom will take you to climb the mountain today. I will write a diary when I get home." , take a good look." Zhutou didn't say anything, thinking in his heart that the scenery I passed by every day was such a scenery.

About one meter of the stone road is planted with flowers on both sides, extending straight up until it disappears from the pig head's field of vision. It was like an old father holding the bride at the wedding and walking towards the center of the stage, walking on the red carpet with rose petals sprinkled on both sides, and "Wedding March" playing in the center of the stage. At this moment, Zhutou is walking on the stone road, thinking about his beautiful bride, but he still can't see the face. Zhutou is wondering if he will be like "Zhutou" in "Passing Through Your World", Is there a swallow whom I love deeply? Will I give up the whole world for the swallow like in the movie? There may be a wild goose deep inside the pig head.

Looking up, the five characters "Madman's Bar" came into Zhutou's eyes, which aroused Zhutou's interest. Zhutou quickly ran to the door of the bar, looked at the slogan on the small blackboard, and smiled slightly: "Boss You have a lot of personality." I just happened to be waiting for the sister just now.

Warning: You are entering a place where romance is popular, so please keep your eyes and chastity safe.

Just in time, the sister I just met just came up. Zhutou tried to talk to her, "Hello, you guys came to climb the mountain because the weather is good." Sun." She answered politely, "How high is this mountain?" Zhutou asked anxiously, "It's not that high. There will be vendors selling some water and snacks on the roadside." Zhutou wondered if he just came to Longquan. At that time, my friend mentioned Longquan Mountain, but I dared not confirm it. "Sister, what's the name of this mountain?" "You don't know, this is Longquan Mountain." Zhutou was very surprised. "I just came here not long ago, so I don't know." He said with a smile, "I pass here every day when I go to work!" Seeing that her sister was preparing to take pictures of her daughter, Zhu Tou ran up quickly.

In the blink of an eye, I saw the first fork in the road after going up the mountain. One side was a stone road and the other half was a dirt road. Looking at it, I still had no time to finish harvesting the vegetables. The fork in the road was surrounded by seven trees. The turntable, where many elderly people sit and rest, is fixed with cement and pebbles below. To inhibit their free growth. On both sides of the intersection, there are several old people setting up small stalls, sitting on children's pedals. The stalls mainly sell mineral water and drinks. Unlike the fork in the road, there is a pot, a fire, and the iron rack on the pot that is common in childhood. Food is also common in childhood.

Zhutou was thinking that for such an old man, with such a big backpack on his back, he was forced by life after all. There wouldn’t be anyone who is afraid of being idle, right? My grandfather in my hometown is also an old man who can't sit still. He just wants to reduce the burden on his children. He was the only grandfather-like relative left in his life. From last year to this year, grandma and grandpa went to heaven one after another. It also makes Zhutou know better about "cherishing the people in front of you".

As the steps go up, the wild chrysanthemums on the mountainside also come into view. The yellow and pink flowers are all fragrant, greedily absorbing the long-lost sunshine. On the lower edge of the road were some plants that Zhutou didn't recognize, and a little further away there were scattered cabbages.

Not far away, there is a place that looks like halfway up the mountain. There is a chess and card room with tea and tea. Outside, an almost 80-year-old grandfather is sitting, holding a pig head in his hand, which he often used as a fruit when he was a child. The sweet potatoes that I have been gnawing on are taking off their "dirty clothes" that are a little muddy! Zhutou walked onto the vacant platform. From the edge of the platform, he could clearly see far, far away...

The rapid development of the city has filled the whole city with the smell of decaying reinforced concrete, making it difficult to The entire human heart is related to money and interests. Only there is a breath of clear air here! As a result, all life on the mountain is greedily absorbed.

What Zhutou sees is not the buildings, but the small window that cannot find his own. Deep in Zhutou’s heart, he also hopes that he can become a permanent resident among this 20 million people. One of the players. Have a warm little home. Stand there and stare for a long time.

There are two roads ahead, and there are also a few tourists on the road. It is unclear whether they are connected together, with some herbaceous plants similar to orchid leaves acting as partitions in the middle. Zhutou chose a relatively straight upward path, and soon saw the connecting points. I saw the first pavilion for people to stop at the junction, but there is no stop on the road of youth.

The pig's head continued to climb up...

There was a burst of music in my ears. Unexpectedly, there were speakers hanging on both sides. When I walked in, I realized that it was a ""Hey Store"", which can also be regarded as a supply chain. A small shop where people can rest and sell some drinks and food is also run by an aunt who is over fifty years old. Next to it is the terminal exit that was just passed into the pig's ear.

The ball-shaped tempeh on the stall looks very special. It should be placed in a jar and wrapped in banana leaves before fermentation. The pig head reminds me of the red curd made by my grandmother a long time ago. .

A wooden bridge is reflected in Zhutou's eyes. The accumulation of time on the bridge deck may be the leaves that have been left for several years. Some of them have rotted. Unfortunately, I have lost the opportunity to step on it. , both ends of the wooden bridge have been sealed. Fortunately, it is still there for people to enjoy.

A burst of brisk music spread within 50 meters nearby. When you look up, you can see that the loudspeaker tied to the big tree with its clothes off is really singing happily.

Next to a rice dumpling leaf under the tree, a girl is posing. Not far away, a boy is holding a mobile phone, and the camera is pointed at the girl, with a happy smile on his face.

Not far away is a street lamp, standing alone on the roadside.

An old house appears in the picture. When you walk in, you can see volunteers providing free thirst-quenching water made of chrysanthemums, lemons, jujubes, and honeysuckle to mountaineers. Through the old house, you can see the hazy See the Baoshi Lake Reservoir at the foot of the mountain.

With the mood of wanting to see the reservoir, the pig head ran upwards with all his strength, and he would eventually reach the top. Children in the countryside must have seen it, and even shook it made of wood to separate the millet and chaff. The "Big Trojan Horse", this is also the first step in the production of rice. In modern times, it is all mechanized! The "Big Stone Horse" standing majestically on the top of the mountain is not afraid of the wind and rain. It also brought back Zhutou’s memories of his childhood.

Further ahead is the road down the mountain. I don’t know where the stone road extends, and I don’t know how many steps are left to reach the end. No matter what, "I've climbed to the top of the mountain anyway, let's go back the same way, my car is still parked at the bottom of the mountain."

So Zhutou returned the same way, "like a discarded balloon, floating into the sky..." The music from the speakers on the roadside suddenly broke Zhutou's sigh after completing the tour. But I can only wander in the crowd...

The people in front of me are all the people who just went up together, and now they meet each other, one goes down, the other goes up, staggered and parallel, no longer focused.

Following the road up the mountain, all the way down, I met a child looking for plant specimens squatting on the side of the road and looking at something affectionately. Pig Tou’s eyes were also attracted to it. They were plants with unknown names. The herbaceous plants look very much like the nectar-gathering butterflies attached to the flowers. These are purple butterflies that flutter their "wings" when the wind blows. The one I encountered when going up the mountain was a yellow butterfly. As I thought about it, it was very strange. He wanted to take one home, but in order to let more people see the beautiful scenery, he withdrew his extended hand. Keep walking down.

"You haven't finished the climb yet." Zhutou, who was busy on his way, looked up and saw, wasn't this the sister he met when he just went up the mountain? "I'm at the top of the mountain," Zhutou replied with a smile, "There are still things on the way down the mountain over there. The district hospital is down there, and there will be some beautiful scenery on the way." Zhutou quickly responded, "Oh, my car is still parked here. It's at the bottom of the mountain. You need to go down and ride a bike." She pointed and said, "It's over there. Just turn around and you'll be at the bottom." She walked up. Pig Tou didn't answer.

Zhutou is thinking in his heart at this moment, after all, I only understand part of you, and I still missed it in the end. From the moment Zhutou decided to go down the mountain, he and Longquan Mountain were missed. Even if he came back, he would still miss it, although it was always here. After being deliberately selected by Zhutou, they only missed out.

At the entrance to the mountain climbing, two girls were walking towards the pig head. One was holding a marshmallow in her hand and a toothpick in the other. As they walked, they said to the girl next to them, "I feel like I'm eating cotton." "You are not a girl when you are sweet." At this moment, Zhu Tou had just passed by them side by side. "I think so," Zhu Tou said, walking out of Longquan Mountain without looking back.

I hope you don’t move too hastily in life, cherish the people and things in front of you, and don’t just miss or pass by from now on.