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Wang Ying and Aha took Kewa back to Yungui City from Guangzhou after a day and night by train. They rarely spoke along the way. Perhaps due to the influence of Aha's emotions, the closer he was to the city he used to live in, the inexplicable fear already appeared in Wang Ying's heart. Seeing Aha's preoccupied appearance, he suddenly felt deeply worried, instinctively thinking that she was remembering and missing Yan Ruqing, but he lost the courage to ask her.
He has been holding the little baby in his arms. Kewa is very good, she plays when she is full and sleeps when she is tired.
After getting off the train, Aha felt weak in her legs, and the sound of the train's balanced rhythm was always in her ears, resident in her mind. Pushed out of the station by the turbulent flow of people, she almost sat on the ground, it was a huge dizziness. This is the train station square in Yungui City. She has never been to this place, but all the train station squares are nothing more than that. It is a huge reality, but for her, it is a huge memory, all she has in the past Habitat of experience.
This is the common feeling of all wanderers, the common weakness and dizziness of all wanderers and people who travel far. But Wang Ying quickly adjusted himself, abandoning the feeling of powerlessness and dizziness caused by being in the station square. He hugged Kewa tightly, squatted down and hugged Aha into his arms with the other arm. The tall Russian-looking man held his wife and child in his arms easily, attracting the attention and applause of passers-by.
Aha lay on his shoulders, in a semi-conscious state.
Arriving in Yunnan-Guizhou City, Wang Ying's first thought was to take them to Guizhou Hotel to rest for fear that their mother and child would be exhausted, but Aha shook his head and refused. Embarrassed, she jumped from his arms to the ground, and then she spoke: "At the beginning, my grandma Lingli fled from Xiangbao Mountain to Huaxi to meet my father in a carriage, and I also came from Jinzhu Dazhai in a carriage. To Yungui Citycan you find a carriage and take us back?"
Wang Ying knew that there were no horse-drawn carriages in Yungui City, and horse-drawn carriages were not allowed to enter the city long ago.
He said: "Let's go to Huaxi earlier, maybe we can find a carriage there to go to Dazhai."
Aha didn't speak, and followed him directly to the long-distance bus to Huaxi in the suburb.
Because it was the last bus to go to the suburbs in the evening, there were too many people on the bus, and he was afraid that she and the child would be crushed, so he asked her to hold the child, and then he carried her and the child onto the bus. The farmers in the car, whose faces were tanned by the plateau's ultraviolet rays, whispered in local dialect: "This foreigner is quite interesting!"
He smiled and replied in local dialect: "I'm not a foreigner, I'm a local!"
"Local?" An old Miao man with missing teeth laughed: "Then where are you from? We are all ethnic minorities here, so are you?"
Wang Ying smiled and said: "Of course, I am a Buyi!"
There was laughter in the car, and a car of dark-skinned Miao, Buyi and Gelao compatriots thought this foreigner was really cute!
There are more than ten kilometers of mountain trails from Huaxi to Jinzhu Dazhai. After they laughed, Wang Ying asked them how to find a carriage to Jinzhu Dazhai.
The toothless Miao old man inserted the short cigarette stick in his mouth into his headgear, and told Wang Ying that there was a chicken, duck and goose market at the foot of Huaxi Bridge, where there were some carriages that could be rented out to help people pull goods, with drivers.
It was already dark when we arrived at Huaxi.
He followed the instructions of the old Miao people and went to the foot of Huaxi Bridge. The market had already dispersed, and there were not many people left to clean up their stalls. Wang Ying frowned.
Aha said: "Don't worry, I'll go and have a look, maybe I can find someone from Jinzhu Dazhai!"
She walked around the market full of fruit peels and poultry feathers, and finally found a carriage willing to take them.
The country road before the night was dark, Wang Ying was a little worried, and wrapped Kewa in his clothes and hugged her tightly. But seeing that the young man driving the car was an experienced driver, Ahha was very eager to go home, so he had no choice but to go on the road.
? With the sound of horseshoes, the carriage goes up the Huaxi River. The green hills are like Daisy, the forests are like shadows, and the water springs jingle by your ears.
Moments later, the bronze-colored moon rose from the mountain, slowly illuminating the sky and the earth, and the shadows of the moon and trees in the surrounding fields were faint, mysterious and silent. Aha rested his head on Wang Ying's shoulder lightly, and said to him, "I've been dreaming about Bumo these days"
"That's because you miss him, and he must be thinking about you. You will see him soon!"
Aha didn't speak, just took out the red brocade bag to look again: "This is what Bumo asked you to bring to me, isn't it?"
"Yes, he said it could bless you!"
"Do you know what's in here?"
"know youAfter half an hour, thousands of lights appeared in front of us, flickering in the distant and vast night. Jinzhu Dazhai, which is backed by mountains and rivers, is like a distant and mysterious utopia, opening a gentle embrace to them in the boundless darkness. Behind Dazhai is a plateau with layers of forests, black as clouds reaching into the sky.
"Call¡ª¡ª"
The carriage came to the tall wooden gatehouse.
Looking up, the wooden gate tower stands majestically at the gate of the village.
It is the first time for Wang Ying to come to this legendary Jinzhu Dazhai. In the dark night, it is mysterious and silent, filled with some kind of warm power.
The dogs in the village had already smelled the smell of strangers. They rushed out from all the houses and lanes, barking loudly, and flocked to the gate of the village to stop the strangers who dared to rush into the village.
Ahha couldn't help shouting loudly: "Heizi! Rhubarb! It's me, it's Ahha who's back, stop shouting, find someone to open the door!"
The gate of the village is closed. This is the mouth of the Yelang Kingdom in ancient times. When civil officials come here, they have to get off their sedan chairs, and military officials have to get off their horses when they come here, waiting for the news from King Yelang. Under the moonlight tonight, the silence is like a dream. The bright moon is thousands of years old, the history is far away, the air is almost transparent, and there is a burst of sweetness in the lungs. Wang Ying took a deep breath and waited. Looking up, although there are broken eaves and broken walls, the colorful paintings and carvings on the gate tower are vivid. The baby in his arms had woken up at some point, looking around quietly, with a pair of big dark eyes reflecting the light of the moon.
There is a finely carved stone base under the gate tower, and there are light poles with high lanterns hanging on the gate tower. On both sides of the gate tower, there are half-person-high stone sculpture "clip ears", which are the places where King Yelang tied his horse when he returned from his tour in ancient times. The young man driving the carriage took the fare, and the carriage immediately turned around and drove down the mountain. The sound of the horseshoes faded away, but it was still very clear, like a string of a lyre in a boundless moonlit night.
The walls of the village are covered with sisal, miscellaneous trees and cacti. The village seems to be very quiet, it seems to be empty, people don't know where to go. Ahha felt a burst of panic, and pushed hard to push the gate of the village, which opened with a creaking sound.
There is no one in the village. The moonlight shines on the stone road like a flowing stream. The dogs stopped, surrounded Ahha, sniffed her ankles, and carefully identified her. The blue bricks and blue tiles of the houses in the village shone strangely in the moonlight, and the doors and windows of every house were tightly closed, only a faint light was revealed from the cracks. Aha was stunned, and an ominous premonition made her flustered.
The dogs surrounded her, purring and whining all around her. She smelled the strong smell of incense and smoke. Suddenly, she stuffed Kewa into Wang Ying's arms and ran deep into Dazhai.
The streets and alleys are criss-crossed, winding and deep. The streets are quiet and refreshing, and the walls are overgrown with moss. Some of the descendants of King Yelang live in courtyard houses, courtyard houses, or two-row houses. The gate of the courtyard is closed, and corn, tobacco leaves and peppers can be vaguely seen hanging under the eaves of various houses. The streets are open, chickens and dogs hear each other, and the moonlight is like water.
Aha's body was light, her eyes full of dreams, and she stumbled across the streets and alleys. Wang Ying carefully hugged the child and followed her closely. Her body may have endless air, so it can be as light as a cloud; her hair is shining with moonlight, and her body and limbs are also shining with moonlight. Soon, she dumped him and disappeared without a trace.
? On the highland deep in Dazhai, there are centuries-old trees, and in Buyi's ancestral hall, men and women gather.
In the moonlight, a pheasant is walking on the ridge of the roof, dignified and sad, as if it is always ready to raise its head and whine at the moon. As the moon rose gradually, the shadows in the village became lighter, and the dewdrops on the grass shone peacefully with the moonlight.
The child in Wang Ying's arms was already sound asleep. He held him carefully and walked towards the depths of the village. There seemed to be a tall figure in front of him, an old man in a long gown, walking unhurriedly in front of him, leading the way for him.
"Boom!"
The old man did not answer, but still walked leisurely. Wang Ying followed him closely. The figure of the old man is getting taller and taller, gradually higher than the ridge of the roof, higher than the locust tree and poplar tree.
Wang Ying was puzzled, and called again: "Bumo¡ª"
The old man remained silent, and continued to move forward, his figure getting weaker and weaker, as if diluted by the moonlight.
"Bumo, wait, I'm Wang Ying! I brought Aha back, I brought her to you, tell me, where did Aha go?"
Wang Ying ran up, trying to catch up with the old man, but the figure of the old man was high up on the tree, and then high up on the hillside, and disappeared.
Wang Ying hesitated on the spot, looking at the southeast and northwest, the moonlight was like water, and the courtyards with blue bricks and tiles were silent. There was grass and bugs in the air, and a certain once-familiar musky scent of the forest.
He lost his way, and his chest was still oppressed by the strange silence.
The child in my arms made a babbling sound, what are you talking about?
He lifted the child up, trying to make the child higher, closer to the moon, and the moon came down to them almost at the same time
The child let out a giggle. In this silent night, at the highest point of the plateau, the human world is far away, but the moon and the universe are very close (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)Higher, closer to the moon, and the moon came down to them almost at the same time
The child let out a giggle. In this silent night, at the highest point of the plateau, the human world is far away, but the moon and the universe are very close (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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