Meet·Lijiang

I am walking on the road, looking for my true self, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and endless torture, I have nothing, but maybe this is the beginning of my own self, letting go of everything, I see the blue sky and white clouds, mountains and rivers, see Those tanned skins can see a sincere smile passing by—maybe only when there is no conflict of interest can one see such a clean smile.I noticed the pessimism hidden in my heart, and realized that this pessimism came from my own surrender these years. Cui Wei’s Xionggu, from now on, do I have enough reasons not to surrender at will?

-------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------- Zhuang Sheng's Travel Notes Insomnia at night, Zhuang's mother's words are like knives, and slowly It scratched her heart, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't sleep.

Du Lang's death just made her feel sorry. This kind of regret was not based on her loss of status as a wealthy daughter-in-law, but based on her emotion at the fragility of a young life.

Leaving Yixing also made Zhuang Zijing feel a little regretful. This regret did not stem from the fact that she had lost her position and income as an executive, but because looking back, everything was like a dream. continue.

Mo Shu's call also made Zhuang Zijing feel a little sad. This kind of sadness is not the hidden gloating towards herself in Mo Shu's words. In Zhuang Zijing's view, Mo Shu's distorted heart is just this distorted world This kind of sadness is just because I think of the time when the two played together when I was a child, why are these intrigues now?

Whether it's Du Lang, Yi Xing, or Mo Shu, Zhuang Zijing can let go, and now her departure is actually a let go, let go of all the things she doesn't need and don't want, and return to her heart.But the only person who made her suffer so much but couldn't let go of it in this mental journey was her mother.

It doesn't matter if you are angry, sad or contemptuous, but it's hard to let go.This may be the so-called unbreakable grace of upbringing. No matter how completely different thoughts there are, there is no way to make a clean break after all, so the pain will naturally be more lingering.

It was only when the sky was getting brighter in the morning that Zhuang Zijing fell into a drowsy sleep.

At noon, seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, the proprietress of the inn knocked on her door to wake her up. It was already sunny, and the pots of green plants by the window sill were full of vitality under the bright sunlight.

This wooden Naxi residence has a low and simple second floor. The yellowed wood quietly tells the vicissitudes of time. I don’t know how long the vines have been planted along the wooden wall, and they are poking around the windows.

"You sleep really well. You have slept till now last night. Hurry up and pack up and come down to eat." The proprietress is an enthusiastic Naxi person, her face is tanned, and she wears brightly colored national costumes. For foreigners, you still have to listen carefully to understand.

With a tired face on her face, Zhuang Zijing smiled at the proprietress: "I'll leave after dinner, I've been bothering you for the past few days."

"Let's go!" The proprietress, who was about to exit the door, stopped: "Pack up your things and don't leave anything behind. Where are you planning to go after that?"

"Meili Snow Mountain."

"Meili Snow Mountain is in Deqin. It's already late now. There is no expressway from here. I can't get there today. Otherwise, you can stay overnight and I'll wake you up early tomorrow."

Zhuang Zijing hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, I'll just walk half way today, find a town to stay overnight in the middle, and go slowly tomorrow. I have plenty of time, so I'm not in a hurry."

"That's fine, then hurry up and pack up and go downstairs to eat, you're leaving, I'll add some more ham." The proprietress said as she went downstairs, and then Zhuang Zijing heard the proprietress calling loudly on the stairs The boss is going to steam a ham.

Zhuang Zijing smiled slightly, feeling that the dullness of last night was swept away by the ham-steaming proprietress. While packing up her things, she thought, maybe life should be like this, simple and enthusiastic.

After lunch, after paying the bill, and asking the proprietress where to get a taxi, Zhuang Zijing put on her backpack and hailed a taxi and headed straight to Jinkai Square, where there is a bus to Judian.And Judian is Zhuang Zijing's chosen destination for tonight.

The choice of this foothold is not particular, it is very random, just because of the name, Judian, which reminds people of a large fertile field in the mountains, plowing in the morning and smoking at night, truly peaceful and peaceful.

It seems that there are few buses from the city to Judian or many other towns, and most of the passengers are vans with a destination sign on the front stall, and the driver is beside them.Zhuang Zijing randomly chose a friendly-looking driver, took a photo of the license plate number and sent it to her travel notes and Weibo, and then got into the car.

Most of the people who took the bus at this point were locals from Judian, returning home after finishing their errands in Lijiang.Zhuang Zijing's fair skin stood out among these dark-faced locals, so it naturally attracted people's attention.

After waiting for nearly an hour, Zhuang Zijing had already written a travel note in the car, and the car was finally full of people. After the driver skillfully and quickly put the guests' luggage away, he jumped into the car and started the car to set off.

After leaving the city, the van drove up the mountain road, winding and circling all the way up, and the passengers gradually began to chat.

"Is the price of tobacco leaf okay this year?" the driver asked the thin man with dark face sitting in the passenger seat.

"The price of tobacco leaves this year is higher than last year."

"That's a lot of income. I'm begging for a daughter-in-law." The driver smiled.

The man waved his hand: "Don't talk about it, my prodigal son went to Xiao Yang's house to buy a motorcycle on credit before the cigarette money came down. It was still a high-end product, more than 8000 yuan. The one he bought last year was worth 1000 yuan directly." Throw it back to Xiao Yang's house. No, after the cigarette money is paid, go to pay off the debt first."

"What's more than 8000, isn't it a drop in the bucket?" the male passenger behind the driver added.

The man laughed and said, "But now the baby girl is precious, and I can't get it back without a hundred and eighty thousand. My son said that he wants to change to a more handsome motorcycle, so that he can recruit girls."

This made everyone in the car laugh.In recent years, the more beautiful and educated girls in the countryside have all married in the city, and there are very few girls who can stay in the countryside, let alone their quality.It becomes a problem for boys to ask for a wife.Especially for boys in the mountains, the transportation is not very convenient. If you want to buy a car, you can only buy a two-wheeled motorcycle. Even if you have money to buy a four-wheeled car, you can't drive it.

"Speaking of which, Xiao Yang has been driving a car dealership for several years, and she hasn't seen any marriage yet? If she is capable, she will make money. It's not bad who can get her." An old lady sitting in the last row also joined in.

"Xiao Yang is a good person, but he is too manly." A man next to him joined the conversation.

"But she is a nice person. There is nothing to say about her heart. She has been in Judian for eight years, and she has never seen her blush with anyone. It's just that she is too demanding, and she doesn't like the boys here." The aunt is like a fan of Xiao Yang.

"Speaking of which, although she is a woman, her technology is top-notch in Judian! There is nothing to say about her character, and she never cheats people when doing business. The boys in our village who like to play with motorcycles all regard her as a brother "Although the man in the co-driver scolded his son for being a prodigal, he changed motorcycles every year, but he himself likes to play with cars, and when it comes to driving, he can't help but admire Xiao Yang from the bottom of his heart.

Zhuang Zijing quietly listened to their chat. Although she was talking about someone else, she didn't speak ill of anyone behind her back.At most, I just think that little Yang man is a little bit.

Halfway through the conversation, the driver also asked Zhuang Zijing: "Sister, are you visiting relatives in Judian?"

Zhuang Zijing hummed, and then added: "Look for Xiao Yang."

This was just a joke, and she just said that she didn't know who Xiao Yang was.I just heard such a name in everyone's gossip.It's not that she intends to deceive this car of people deliberately, but after all, a single woman is on the road, she has no intention of harming others, and she still has to be somewhat defensive.What's more, Zhuang Zijing decided to settle down in Judian tonight, and knowing Xiao Yang, who should be quite well-known in the area, is probably somewhat safe.

"Xiao Yang from Xiao Yang's car dealership?" The man in the co-driver turned to look at Zhuang Zijing.

"Yes." Zhuang Zijing responded calmly.

"Are you from her hometown?"

"Yes." Zhuang Zijing casually agreed, it seems that Xiao Yang is also a foreigner.

Because of Zhuang Zijing who is "Xiao Yang's relative", it is naturally difficult for everyone to talk about Xiao Yang's marriage, and everyone in the car changed the topic.

"This Xionggupo is prone to accidents." The dark-faced man continued to chat with the driver.

"Yes, most of the time, there can be seven or eight accidents a day. On rainy days, the rescue vehicle simply drives to the places where accidents are likely to occur and waits. When one occurs, it is immediately pulled away. Most of the accidents are outsiders. , I don’t know how powerful Xionggupo is, and I thought I could control it. When I reached a sharp bend, I braked and flew out with the car and people.” The driver is an old driver. He has been on this road for many years and has seen many accidents. Good, but still slow on winding mountain roads.

The van travels on the uninhabited mountain road. The green pines are everywhere, quiet and beautiful. Occasionally, one or two bicycle teams can be seen slowly going uphill. According to the map, these people should be riding long distances. This line can Riding from Lijiang to Shangri-La, of course, you can also enter Tibet via Meili Snow Mountain.

When the car turned a corner, looking sideways, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain seemed so close.And a sign on the side of the road seems to have been standing for a long time, with black characters on it: "Xionggu".

This is really a good name, Zhuang Zijing thinks, this name suddenly reminds people of Cui Wei, who has been so tall and majestic for thousands of years.

After crossing Xionggupo and walking along the Yangtze River, it was already sunset when we arrived at Judian.

A large piece of flat and fertile land is quietly spread among the mountains, and the rice that is ready to be harvested is spread far away. Appears peaceful and peaceful.The village not far away, just as Zhuang Zijing imagined, was filled with smoke from cooking.In a daze, Zhuang Zijing vaguely remembered her childhood, as if she had lived in such a quiet and beautiful place when she was a child.

The driver stopped the car, turned to Zhuang Zijing and said, "Xiao Yang's car dealership is here."

Zhuang Zijing paid the fare, thanked her and got out of the car. The driver stepped on the accelerator and continued on.

The streets of the town seemed very quiet in the evening, and the golden light of the setting sun shone down on the long street, dragging out the shadows of a few children playing on the street.

Zhuang Zijing raised her hand to cover the glare of the sun, raised her head slightly, and saw the sign of "Xiao Yang Car Dealer".The wooden store sign is very low-key, a little quaint, and it blends well with the wooden structure of the store.

The wooden shop is the same as the Naxi Inn where Zhuang Zijing lived these days. It is also a two-story building. The first floor is relatively high, and the doorposts are thick and yellowed logs.The second floor is lower. Behind the wooden railings, you can see the passage paved with wooden floors, and then there are wooden walls and wooden carved panes. For Zhuang Zijing, who is used to seeing urban buildings, it has a different kind of beautiful.

The shop on the first floor looks a bit old, but the motorcycles neatly placed in the shop look bright and clean. One end of the shop is obviously the maintenance area, and there are many accessories on the shelves. The engine of one of them has been disassembled. A tall and thin man with short hair and brown overalls with the words "XX Motorcycle" is squatting and working hard.

Is this man the legendary Xiao Yang?At first glance, I really don't think it's a woman.

Zhuang Zijing smiled, looked at the twilight that fell on the town, and felt that she should find a place to live.