plastic rose

The author has something to say: "There are two great medicines in this world, one day dies and the other is half-stepped with a smile. Which one do you choose?"

"Bring a bowl of each, take it away, put less chili, and no coriander."

This chapter...it seems to be written while dreaming... If you think you are dreaming after reading it, then congratulations, you are dreaming...

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The bus slowly circled upwards along the expressway. In the morning sunlight, the gray city of Taiyuan could be seen obliquely below the expressway, and it was thrown out of sight a little bit.

After driving for more than an hour, the scenery outside the window changed from yellow and green hills to vast Taihang.The vigorous greenery runs all the way to the side of the highway along with the mountain, and is cut off by a huge gray anti-skid ramp.

Ouyang Wensi sat by the window, watching the scenery along the way.Zheng Yuan was overwhelmed by the drowsy atmosphere in the carriage, found a windbreaker from the backpack on the shelf, put it on his body and began to catch up on sleep.

When he was half asleep and half awake, he felt Ouyang's hand slipped under the windbreaker and quietly covered the back of his hand.He smiled foolishly at the car window until the aunt in the front row turned around and rolled her eyes.He stopped laughing, picked his fingers, turned over his palm to hold Ouyang's hand, and continued to sleep.

The long-distance bus unloaded a load of people in front of the Wutaishan bus station, and it was past noon.As soon as Zheng Yuan and the others got out of the car, several black car drivers followed quietly, asking if they wanted to take a taxi.

After Zheng Yuan inquired, he found out that the sightseeing bus for Mount Wutai had been cancelled, and if he wanted to visit the scenic spot, he had to charter a car.

After a brief discussion, the two decided to contact the hotel to check the situation.Zheng Yuan called the hotel owner and confirmed that the tour bus had indeed been cancelled. The boss asked them to wait where they were and sent a car to pick them up for free.

After waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, a white Chery E3 stopped in front of them, and a skinny and tanned uncle poked his head out and asked, "Are you going to the ** hostel?"

After the two parties confirmed it was correct, Ouyang and Zheng Yuan carried their luggage and sat in the back seat of the car, and the Chery E3 started to drive on the flat road.

Turn right at an intersection on the main road and the car enters a dual carriageway.There will be a small hotel in the woods on the right side of the road.And on the left side of the road, there are continuous mountains, covered with green firs, neat as a print plate, and the greenery is printed on the heart at a glance.

Drive for 10 minutes, turn right and stop in front of the youth hostel.This is a hostel converted from a three-story residential building.After entering the yard through the front door, the bungalow on the left is the kitchen and dining room. The lobby is on the ground floor of the three-story building. There are three beige sofas at the entrance. The cushions and back of the sofa are covered with magenta handmade woolen blankets, and the same color cushions.

After the driver took them in, he casually sat on the sofa and looked at the LCD TV hanging on the wall.

Before departure, Ouyang had taken the motion sickness medicine that Zheng Yuan had brought, but at this moment his face was still pale and he didn't say a word.It wasn't until he entered the lobby of the youth hostel that he opened his mouth to check in with the boss.

The boss is a man in his early 30s, not tall, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and wearing a sky blue sports short-sleeve with the NIKE logo printed on it, just like travelers everywhere here.

A female college student who came here to work part-time during the summer vacation was learning how to operate the room reservation system. The boss stared at the computer and quickly selected something with the mouse, called up their reservation information, and asked in a daze: "Two nights, standard room, come to the store Payment?"

Ouyang nodded to confirm.

The boss held the mouse and clicked again, then adjusted his glasses, and said with a smile: "Just in the morning, a guest checked out of the room, the double bed room on the third floor has a good view, plus 20 upgrades, it is suitable for the two of you to squeeze together. "

good.Ouyang answered briefly with a pale face, and took out the gun from his wallet.

"Hey..." Zheng Yuan wanted to stop him, but seeing Ouyang's appearance, he swallowed the words back.The girl on the side laughed and coughed twice, and handed the room key to Ouyang. Zheng Yuan could only follow behind with his head down and his luggage.

In front of the small window next to the stairs on the first floor, there is a small Buddhist altar, on which is enshrined an exquisite Guanyin Bodhisattva, and electronic incense candles and three-color fruits are enshrined in front of the Buddha seat.Outside the window behind the altar, you can see the green bamboo branches swaying in the breeze.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, Zheng Yuan pointed to Ouyang with his eyes. There was a smile in Ouyang's eyes, but there was no smile in his expression.

After entering the room on the third floor, Zheng Yuan hurriedly opened the window to ventilate, cleaned the cups in the room, and boiled water to make tea.

Ouyang sat down on the single sofa chair in front of the window and looked at the scenery outside the window.Layers upon layers of mountains spread out to the distance, and the fir trees all over the mountains and valleys are full of greenery.The greenness slowly infiltrated from the eyes to the heart, and the dull chest relaxed a little bit.

"There is nothing wrong with changing rooms." Zheng Yuan served the brewed Pu'er tea and placed it on the small round tea table between the two sofa chairs. Seeing green eyes, he couldn't help admiring.

Ouyang picked up the teacup and sipped the hot tea in the cup, but his eyes darkened a little.

Seeing that Ouyang was not in a good mood, Zheng Yuan first went downstairs to ask the boss if there was any place nearby that could handle lunch.The boss thought for a while and said that the nearest restaurant is a 15-minute drive away.Zheng Yuan thought that Ouyang didn't want to take the car anymore, so he went back to his room to get his wallet, and told the driver to take him to a reliable restaurant in the town, where he packed wontons, wild vegetable cakes, and other odds and ends, and took him back to his room to eat.

After eating, Ouyang looked alive.The two took out a travel guide and discussed where to go in the afternoon.

It doesn't matter if you don't read the strategy, after careful study, you find that there is no vehicle to travel, and it is too late to go to "Wutai" in the afternoon.

Just walk around?

Just walk around.

So sure, the two went to the front desk to ask the boss what nearby attractions are suitable for an afternoon trip.The boss was sitting on the sofa and watching TV leisurely. Hearing Zheng Yuan's question, he recommended Zhulin Temple to the northwest of the hostel without hesitation.

"The scenery is very good at this time of year." The boss suggested, with a look of aftertaste on his face, "Go north along the driveway in front of the door, turn right at the next intersection, and go straight along that road for 20 minutes I can get there. If I can’t walk away, I also want to find some time to go shopping.”

After confirming the route, Zheng Yuan and Ouyang walked along the route the boss said.There are poplar forests on both sides of the road, and there is no sound.The air in the mountains is fresh and cool. Occasionally a car drives by and brings a cool breeze, which makes people temporarily ignore the fatigue of walking.

Going north along the edge of the roadway and turning right at the next intersection, the scenery in front of you suddenly changed.This road seemed to be carved out of a low valley between two mountains, with open grass on both sides of the road, until it stopped before the low bushes at the foot of the mountain.In the midsummer season, wild flowers of various colors that cannot be named are dotted on the green grass.

Ouyang walked to the side of the road and picked a rose-purple flower and stuck it behind Zheng Yuan's ear.Zheng Yuan shook off the flowers with a smile, picked them up again, and wrapped the soft and slender flower branches around the low branches extending from the side.From a distance, it looks like the tree is in bloom.

The two walked and made noise all the way, passing through the dense shade of trees, and the scorching sun shone down mercilessly.Ouyang squinted his eyes and looked at the distant mountains. Zheng Yuan took off his hat and put it on his head, whistled, ran to the distance, and called, "Let's see who gets to the next shade first?"

Ouyang took big strides and looked at the back of Zheng Yuan running in front of him.When Zheng Yuan stood still and turned his head to look at Ouyang, he found that Ouyang's face had some incomprehensible expressions, covered by the heavy shadow under the scorching sun.

Zheng Yuan was a little flustered, wondering if it was because of the violent running just now.He turned back and held Ouyang's arm, and ran a little further, and saw a temple with a golden roof and red walls appearing on the mountainside not far away.

I thought it was close at hand, but I didn't expect to walk around for a long time before finally arriving at the gate of Zhulin Temple.

"There is no bamboo forest in the Zhulin Temple." Legend has it that the Zhulin Temple was first built in the Tang Dynasty, but most of the buildings in the temple are currently being rebuilt after wenge, and the former bamboo forest has disappeared.After entering the mountain gate, there are meditation rooms on three sides of the courtyard.Going around to the back of the Temple of Heavenly Kings, a narrow staircase leads directly to the high place.After going up the steps, there is a small platform, and directly in front of the platform is a staircase twice as wide, which seems to lead to the Daxiong Palace directly above.This passage looks like it is newly built, and the dark gray brick surface is brand new.It's just that in the middle of the stairs, there is a stone statue of Bodhisattva.It was wearing a turquoise cloak, and held a jade-colored water bottle with a bunch of bamboo sticks in it.Mount Wutai is the ashram of Manjusri Bodhisattva. After careful identification, this statue is Guanyin.

The turquoise in front of him was too good-looking. Although he never thought of getting close to religion, perhaps because of the influence of the atmosphere, Zheng Yuan stood still in front of the Guanyin statue, without saluting, just staring at it.In front of the Guanyin statue, he wanted to blink inadvertently, but stopped because of the soft and solemn gaze in front of him.

Some almost absurd thoughts flashed through his mind, and the sound of Ouyang answering the phone came from not far behind him.In the silence, his voice was still very low, as if he was comforting someone.

After a long time, he hung up the phone, rubbed half of his cheek, sighed and returned to the Guanyin statue.

"The unit urged you to go to work?" Zheng Yuan finished his fugue, looking for something to say.

Ouyang shook his head, glanced at the Guanyin statue beside him, his eyes suddenly lit up, turned his head to carefully identify the stone statue, and then said without looking back: "Song Tianhao was in a car accident."

Zheng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Isn't it drunk driving?"

Ouyang nodded, reacted and denied: "It's really not this time. Both parties pay half of the responsibility, but the other party seems to have been seriously injured, and it's not a good thing. His parents refused to care, saying that he would teach him a lesson. Qiao Yu asked if there is anyone here who you knew when you were in the society who could help you?"

Zheng Yuan recalled that he had never met Song Tianhao, and every time he was half drunk and half awake, something happened sooner or later.But I didn't expect that something would happen when I didn't drink.

"I know you don't want to see Song Tianhao, but if you can help, please help." Seeing that Zheng Yuan didn't answer, Ouyang said pleadingly.

Zheng Yuan laughed when he said this, and replied: "I don't want to see him. I just don't understand why Qiao Yu still cares about him."

Ouyang looked back at the Avalokitesvara again, said "Fate, who understands such a thing", then turned and continued to climb up the steps.

"Ouyang?" Looking at Ouyang's back, Zheng Yuan couldn't help calling out, but he didn't know what to say.

Hearing this call, Ouyang stopped on the steps, and when he turned around and looked down at him, his eyes were red.

"Why don't you go back?" Seeing Ouyang's pale face, Zheng Yuan still stood where he was and proposed.

Ouyang shook his head and said it was okay, continued to walk up the rest of the steps, reached the top platform, turned around and explained in a low voice: "I think of a person I know, something I met here. Let's run here in a fever... ...isn't it far enough?"

Zheng Yuan followed his steps with a smile, carefully looked at the regular steps under his feet, and replied: "It's not too far, it's not too close."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Ouyang who was waiting for him, and continued to ask: "You said that there are two great medicines in this world, one day's death powder and half-stepping with a smile. If you were asked to choose which one would you choose?"

Ouyang thought carefully: "I choose motion sickness medicine."

Zheng Yuan jumped onto the top platform, glanced at the heads of the monks who passed by the gate of the Daxiong Palace, stood still and said solemnly: "I have taken the half-step step with a smile before, and now I have taken the next day's dead powder. I am afraid there is no medicine for it." Save. Benefactor, you..."

Ouyang ignored his nonsense, but his eyes were no longer red, and he went straight to the Daxiong Palace.Zheng Yuan put away his indecency and followed behind him.

Zheng Yuan calmed down and followed suit, but his heart couldn't rest in his stomach.When worshiping Buddha, he begged Buddha to bless Ouyang to be happy every day.I wanted to make another wish, but felt that I was too greedy, so I silently recited Namo Amitabha Buddha three times in my heart.

Then, he was full of thoughts, now, who owes who and who is sorry, no one can tell, and it doesn't matter. What matters is what Ouyang wants and what he wants. The story of the ending is that I really want to have a can of Yiyishensan, add a bottle of Michelle Half Step Dian, and then soar in the daylight.

So, the way back was quiet.Walking to the flowering poplar tree again, without the nourishment of the rhizome, the flower has wilted and lost its original luster.

Ouyang walked in front of him, Zheng Yuan chased for a while, then stopped, stared at the flower for a moment, and raised his voice, "Ouyang Wensi."

Ouyang stopped hesitantly and looked back at Zheng Yuan with a smile on his lips.But Zheng Yuan knew he wasn't smiling.

Zheng Yuan quickened his pace and walked in front of Ouyang, reached out to wipe off the sweat on the bridge of his nose, slid his fingers across his lips, and then had nowhere to put them.

On the mountains in the distance, there is a lonely cloud floating, and its shadow is completely projected on the ridge in front of us.The next time I looked at it, the shadow had already drifted to a farther mountain peak.

Zheng Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the distant cloud shadow, then glanced at Yuer's gray Toyota SUV driving past him, grinned, and suggested, "Go back."

Ouyang put away his original expression, took out a box of white Marlboro from his backpack, poured out one and put it in the corner of his mouth, only then remembered that the lighter was buckled when he entered the scenic spot, so he put away his cigarettes, and followed Zheng Yuan closely.

After walking southward for nearly half an hour along the path next to the two-way driveway, the hostel was still nowhere to be seen. Only then did the two realize that Zheng Yuan had taken the wrong path from the beginning.

The dirt path, covered with fresh leaves, feels wet and slippery when stepped on.Ouyang followed behind Zheng Yuan and asked in a low voice: "Do you still remember the way you came here?"

Um?Zheng Yuan only focused on watching the road ahead, without turning his head to ask questions.

Behind him, Ouyang's voice never came again.The two walked slowly one after the other, making a big circle, and it was nearly dark when they returned to the hostel.

The hostel owner's mother and chef cooked a table of home-cooked vegetarian dishes and invited them to cook together.The two hungry people sat down at the small square table in the restaurant and ate the pumpkins and potatoes that the old lady planted and cooked.

"Is this the first time for you to come to Mount Wutai?" During the meal, the old lady helped them add millet porridge and started chatting.

Zheng Yuan gnawed on the handmade steamed buns, nodded and said, "I want to find a cool place in summer."

The old lady put the remaining millet porridge in the pot back to the stove, turned around and sat down at the table and said, "It's cold in the mountains at night, remember to cover yourself with quilts."

Zheng Yuan agreed, and chatted with the old lady about homework and interesting things about the hostel.Ouyang chewed slowly at the side, took two bites by himself, and then helped Zheng Yuan pick out the prickly ash and red pepper from the fried pumpkin.

The old lady listened to Zheng Yuan's jokes, and glanced at Ouyang with her eyes, and asked Zheng Yuan with a smile on the corners of her eyes: "Is he your brother?"

Zheng Yuan laughed when he heard this, blinked at Ouyang, and said to the old lady: "Do we look alike?"

The old lady shook her head, took a bite of stir-fried vegetables and mushrooms, and said slowly: "It doesn't look like it, it looks like a family."

Zheng Yuan laughed, planning to talk nonsense.Ouyang also raised the corner of his mouth, and replied, "He is my uncle."

The old lady looked at Zheng Yuan in surprise, and shook her head to express her disbelief.He bowed his head and took a sip of the millet porridge, then glanced at Ouyang's expression, and finally believed it.

Zheng Yuan buried his head in his meal and stopped talking.

After dinner, he helped the old lady clean up the dishes. After returning to the room, Ouyang took a shower, sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette with a match in the room, and read the thin book he brought. There was no 3G signal, and the wireless connection was not available. Zheng Yuan turned on the TV and changed the channels, feeling bored. After walking for a long time, his legs felt sore, so he ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

The mirror in the bathroom was covered with a layer of fine water droplets under the envelope of water vapor. Zheng Yuan stretched out his palm to wipe off the water droplets, stared at himself in the mirror, picked up a towel and wrapped his head from the forehead to the back.After thinking about it again, he shaved seriously, and then shook off the towel covering his head.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Ouyang was leaning on the side of the bed reading a book.His glasses are so light that he doesn't really need them for close reading.Perhaps for relaxation, he took off his glasses and put them aside, holding a cigarette in one hand, focusing on the book.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his head to look at Zheng Yuan, then continued to look down at the book.Randomly flipped through two pages, raised his head again to look at Zheng Yuan, put out the cigarette butt on the ashtray of the bedside table, and said, "I won't be able to wipe your hair for you in the future."

Um.Zheng Yuan suppressed the agitation in his heart, lingered to the side of the bed and lay down face to face with Ouyang.Turning sideways and supporting his head with his arms, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, but the smile still leaked from his eyes unconsciously.

"If you want to wipe it, I'll keep it longer." Looking at the sleepiness hidden in Ouyang's eyes, he wanted to make him happy.

Ouyang pressed the page of the book with one hand, and reached out to stroke the top of his head with the other, without answering.

Zheng Yuan took his hand, drooping his eyelids, looked at his fingertips carefully, and whispered: "I heard that I am your uncle."

Ouyang flapped his eyelashes, still didn't answer, just looked at him.The pupils, which looked dark brown in daylight, settled into a deeper black under the cold night light.

Seeing that Ouyang didn't respond, Zheng Yuan lowered his head and kissed his cigarette-stained finger, and asked, "Is this considered an uncle?"

Ouyang stared at him with a half-smile, and after a while, he shook his head.