Dreamland Guide

Cuanjia Village is on the outskirts of Cuanzhou City, surrounded by mountains on all sides. There is only one road. From Cuanzhou City, it winds around the ridge of the mountain, like a thin gray ribbon that wraps around the waist of a giant.

Yao Jingjing drove down from Lu Liangkou on the Chuncuan Expressway and stepped onto the streamer.

She rented the car from the car rental shop in Spring City. Mother Yao said that she would take the train back. Yao Jingjing was worried about her mother's body. She had to catch the train immediately after she got off the plane, and she had to have a car to go to her hometown in the country to pay her grandma to her grave.

Mother Yao also said that Cuanzhou could ask her friends to borrow a car, but Yao Jingjing was unwilling. She doesn't want to bother others. Borrowing a car is very annoying for people who have a car. Don't borrow it. You can say that you are stingy and not enough friends, and you won't drive a car. Everyone is unlucky when big things happen, but small things, if you run a red light and make a small mark, you say you still care about this with your friends?

Yao's mother doesn't think so. Relatives and relatives must move around frequently, have contacts and help each other, this relationship is true. You don’t beg, and people don’t beg you. As time goes on, relatives will fade away and friends will disappear.

Yao Jingjing felt that this was the thinking of the older generation. Although it was reasonable, it was no longer in line with the current era. With the fast pace of society these days, who can care about whom? For your own business, try not to trouble others as much as possible.

She resolutely went to rent a car. Mother Yao saw her take a few scans with her mobile phone, and the car was successfully rented. She couldn’t help being stunned: “Rent a car so fast now? I remember going out with your dad before, and he went to rent a car, check his ID card, and pay. Deposit."

Dad Yao said: "That's the old calendar of what year. Later, I only need to use a credit card for pre-authorization. Now I use a mobile phone, which is more convenient!"

"Only you can!" Mother Yao sneered, "You show that you can, why don't you buy a car? Let Jingjing take care of us!"

Yao's father was choked by her and was not annoyed, he just smiled and stopped talking. Of course Yao's mother didn't mean to choke him, but she has been used to it for so many years. It is probably because most of the women in the old cuan family are strong. She always likes to talk to her husband. In fact, she doesn't know how difficult it is for them to move from the countryside to the city to set up a family and start a business. If it hadn't been for her to have this disease, their little life would have been pretty good. Not buying a car was just to save money to leave a dowry for their daughter.

"Just know the smirk!" Yao's mother stretched out her hand to help her husband adjust the collar of the coat. This coat was bought by my daughter. After knowing the price, the old man was distressed for several days.

After finishing the collar of his coat, he suddenly found that the white hair of her husband's temples was much more than before, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper. Mother Yao touched his face and said, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have this kind of disease."

Dad Yao held her hand: "Isn't it all well? Even if I'm sick, my daughter is well. You should be happy!"

Mother Yao laughed: "Do you know what is the most successful thing you have done in your life?"

"What?" Dad Yao asked.

Yao's mother said: "Just helped me give birth to such a capable daughter!"

Dad Yao jumped up and hit his head on the roof of the car. He sat back and covered his head and said, "What do you mean by giving birth to a daughter for you? What's wrong with you? It should be you who gave birth to me. Daughter, Jingjing can be named Yao!"

Mother Yao said: "Go, I will let Jingjing have your surname. That is to give you face, and you still slap your nose. Jingjing's bones are the blood of our old cuan family, otherwise she can be so prosperous!"

Father Yao scratched his neck: "Then her surname is Yao too!"

Yao Jingjing looked at the two elders and wanted to laugh, so she said, "Dad, Mom, how old are you two, and you are so tired!"

Mother Yao groaned: "Where are we crooked?"

"It's not too crooked, whoever helps others to have children all day long, you will give me another brother!" Yao Jingjing smiled.

Yao's father said: "Your mother had a hard time when she gave birth to you, and she would never be happy to give birth again, or she would have given birth to the old Yao family a long time ago."

Mother Yao said: "If you want to be beautiful, if you want to have a little daughter, who will give you a son!"

Dad Yao said: "Daughter is fine! This is what you said, or get one if you don't go back. Anyway, your illness is almost healed. I have been holding back for two years."

When Yao's mother heard him suddenly not being serious, she took a sip: "In front of the child, what are you talking about!"

Yao Jingjing blushed: "Dad! Mom!..."

Panshan Road went round and round, high and low, looking out from the front window of the car, just now I felt that there was no way to the end, and suddenly I saw it, like the noodles in the hands of the ramen master, slowly becoming endlessly long. . Clouds and mists linger on the mountainside outside the car, and it really feels like floating in the clouds when you start the car.

Yao Jingjing opened the window a bit to let fresh air into the car. Although it was a bit cold, it was better than refreshing.

Mother Yao is still blaming her husband for his indiscretion. Seeing his hippie smile, she wanted to pinch a few vents on him, but her daughter’s face was not good. All of a sudden, she smelled the fresh mountain air. Take a sip comfortably:

"Ah, I smell the smell of my hometown again, so comfortable!"

"Why can't I smell it?" Dad Yao sniffed, "Isn't it just the smell of dirt?"

Mother Yao said angrily: "What kind of smell, this is nostalgia, no culture!" Then she read the poem with emotion, "It's only seven days in spring, and it's been two years since I've been away from home. After returning to the wild goose, I think about sending it before the flowers. ."

Yao Jingjing said: "Mom, you are so good, you can think of reading poems."

Mother Yao sighed and said, "Oh, I'm old, and my memory is getting worse and worse, so I can still remember the things I have memorized as a child."

Dad Yao said: "When your mother was young ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she was really a talented woman. In the current language, she is called both beauty and wisdom, otherwise I would not like her."

Mother Yao was happy, and murmured: "Who is so rare that you are attracted to it! Alas, when I was a child, I was in the Cultural Revolution and I didn't have any books to read, otherwise I could go to a college."

Yao Jingjing said, "Mom, you have no books to read. Where did you learn so many poems that you taught me when you were a kid?"

"That was all my grandma taught me." Yao's mother said.

"Grandma too?" Yao Jingjing said strangely, "Isn't the grandma a countryman? Is it a young lady before liberation?"

Yao's mother said: "Old Cuan's ancestors have also passed away. Your grandma is a well-known figure back then. She went to military academy when she was young!"

"Ah?" Yao Jingjing exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, just laugh, grandma returned to the Republic of China when she was young, how could there be girls in the military academy at that time?"

Yao's mother said: "Then I don't know. I remember seeing photos of my grandma wearing a military uniform when she was young. She is so handsome! Then I asked her where it was taken, and she said it was in Wuchang."

Father Yao said: "I know..."

Mother Yao said: "You know what a shit! How can you know something I don't know?"

Dad Yao said: "I really know that the Whampoa Military Academy Wuchang Branch recruited a group of female students, more than 200 people. They were the first and only female officers in China before liberation. They were all amazing women who have been on the battlefield. Shortly after the April 12th coup, they disbanded. Some went to the Soviet Union, some went to the propaganda teams of various units, and some went back to their hometowns. A writer named Xie Bingying was one of those students. She wrote a book. "Military Diary" tells this story."

"Then my grandma really went to military academy?" Yao Jingjing couldn't help but yearn for it, and the image of an old lady with double guns popped up in her mind in a TV series.