Prose crossing the angry river

Last autumn, I followed my friends from the local forum, followed them in a convoy of 20 off-road vehicles, and set out from Qinhuangdao to shoot autumn scenery in the Kangxi Grassland at the junction of Hebei and Inner Mongolia.

The organizer of the event is one of the forum moderators, "two-cylinder engine". Friends on the forum call him "Brother Jiang Jiang", and they all respect him and almost obey orders. Someone in the intercom on the road said that the netizen "Jiuse Deer" had fallen behind. Brother Jiang immediately ordered everyone to stop and wait for him in the service area. After 40 minutes, someone began to complain. Brother Jiang Jiang only said four words: "a lone wolf under the moon", and everyone quieted down and never heard a complaint again. Twenty minutes later, the "Nine-color Deer" appeared. I'm sorry to tell us that the car had a little trouble halfway and it has been repaired.

What does the Lonely Wolf under the Moon mean? I didn't have a chance to ask Brother Jiang until I had dinner in the yurt that night. He took a sip of the drink I handed him and said slowly that "Lone Wolf under the Moon" was a net name and an id on a motorcycle forum. Three years ago, Jiang Jiangge appeared in that forum, and his name was also called "two-cylinder engine". That summer, someone at the forum called on everyone to take the Sichuan-Tibet route by motorcycle, which quickly got a response. 15 netizens from all over the country gathered in Ya 'an, Sichuan, and rushed to Tibet. Brother Jiang and the lone wolf under the moon are among them.

The economic conditions of "lone wolf under the moon" are obviously not good. Every three to five, I will post on the forum that I have been cheated of money in finding a job or doing business. He is riding a 70% new domestic motorcycle, which is very dazzling among a group of brand-new BMW motorcycles, and his clothes and equipment are obviously parallel imports. Therefore, when we discuss the performance of motorcycles and the reliability of equipment, the lone wolf is always silent and silent under the moon. After two days together, everyone knows more about him. When I was a child, I was fostered in my uncle's parents' house. When I was studying in a technical school, I had a crush on an elderly female teacher and even committed suicide for her. After work, he helped a friend fight, stabbed others and served two years in prison.

This bizarre life experience, coupled with his withdrawn personality, is always so reluctant to spend money that people can't help alienate him, not to mention his limited motorcycle speed, which always keeps up with the big team. So, on the day he entered the canyon, no one found him left behind. Maybe, someone noticed, but didn't remind everyone.

Brother Jiang Jiang said that the canyon is really beautiful. The mountains are covered with green trees. A swift river is in the middle of the canyon, and the sound of water is stirring. On the cliff beside the highway, an unknown plant has big yellow flowers. It's very pleasant to go there by motorcycle and breathe the humid air.

It was not until noon that I left the canyon and rested in an inn that someone reminded me that the lone wolf under the moon had been forgotten for a long time. The last time I saw him, it was at the entrance of the canyon. At that time, everyone stopped to take pictures, and he was among them, but I never saw him again. The phone is still disconnected.

Wait for him? Still not? Most people think that you don't have to wait. Even if you wait for him, he will still fall behind in the next journey. It's better to continue walking according to the scheduled itinerary, and meet him after he arrives at the hotel booked by the small county in front at night.

In the evening, when we arrived in the county, we ate, bathed and played cards. But until the early morning, the "lone wolf under the moon" did not appear. The next day, the people who went out to find out the news came back with the police. The police told them that the body of the lone wolf under the moon was found on the rocky beach of the river in the canyon. He was hacked to death with a knife, his arms crossed on his chest and his bones were cut off-it is conceivable how tragic the struggle was at that time. His motorcycle and camera were robbed, leaving only his certificate and some postcards.

Only from the police did everyone know his real name. His name is Wu Jianbang.

This is the only trip to the forum that died halfway. Everyone returned to their respective cities in confusion. Some people have never participated in similar activities again. Some people changed their net names and quit the QQ group. In short, it is a psychological blow to the remaining 14 people.

Brother Jiang Jiang hasn't logged into the forum for half a year, either. He constantly reflects on himself and his companions. How much of their trip is because of love and how much is because of vanity? Under the influence of people's hearts, how likely was the team spirit they advocated at that time? Every time he thinks about this, he thinks of the river in the canyon, the almost angry water flow, the majestic sound of water, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly comes. He doesn't know when he can cross the angry river.

He never rode a motorcycle again, and began his atonement in some way: sending money to Wu Jianbang's family, donating blood several times a year, and going to Sichuan earthquake-stricken areas for disaster relief. In this way, he calmed the existence of the river.

At this point, we were all silent. Just then, someone outside shouted, "The bonfire is on fire!" We ran out together. The bonfire is golden red, shining and exploding with Mars. A full moon suddenly jumped out from behind the clouds. We ran to the fire and held hands around the bonfire. Brother Jiang, Jiuse Deer and everyone else.

We danced around the bonfire, and no one left behind.