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Chapter Thirty 1. It's better to go back

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    (Earth, is it not what you will¡ª¡ª

    Invisibly awaken in us?

    Your Dream,

    Will it not one day become invisible?

    The earth!  Invisible!

    If it were not for this regeneration,

    What is your urgent call?

    Earth, dear earth!  I want!-

    Rilke: "The Lament of Duino")

    One o nine

    It was Qiong's vacation for half a month, and Luo Xiaoqi and his classmates were going to Chongqing to collect folk songs. Therefore, after April, before the climate in the south became hot, Luo Zi led them, Qiong, Luo Xiaoqi, and the other Luo Zi  The sponsored students from Sichuan and Chongqing, and Luo Xiaoqi's little girlfriend Han Ying, a group of nine, flew from Haicheng to Chengdu.

    (One day in August 2007, a football team from Brazil came to Foshan to prepare for a friendly match with the Foshan football team. Xiaoqi, who was working in Foshan during the summer vacation, rushed to the stadium with great interest and met his friend in front of the Foshan Ancestral Temple.  Classmate Han Ying, she was originally from Foshan. So they went to watch the ball game together. At the end of the game, Han Ying, who was petite and stubborn, told Xiao Qi: "Yesterday, I didn't remember a word from that economist's speech.  But what he said later touched me. He said: I regret not having a relationship when I was in college. So, Xiao Qi, there is something I have to tell you: I like you! I love you!  "

    Xiaoqi was dumbfounded: "I am from Chongqing, and it is difficult to find employment in the south. I will go back to my hometown after graduation!"

    Han Ying said: "I don't care! If you go back, I will go to Chongqing with you" She pouted, then smiled slyly: "Actually, you can stay in the south. If Haicheng is difficult, go to Foshan.  My parents will help.")

    Han Ying is petite, with dark and delicate skin. Along the way, she taught everyone to speak Cantonese, and the children cooed and laughed.

    Luo Zi sat by the window, looking at the universe scenery outside the window, holding Joan's hand tightly with one hand.  When Xiaoqi handed Luo Zi the printout of their travel itinerary and route, and asked for his opinion again, Luo Zi suddenly had a new idea: he wanted to take Joan away alone.

    The plane landed at Chengdu Shuangliu Airport, everyone hurriedly found sweaters from their luggage and put them on.  There is a big temperature difference between here and Haicheng, and it is still a warm and cold spring.

    A group of people stayed in Chengdu for a day.  After visiting the Sanxingdui ruins, Luo Xiaoqi, Han Ying and his classmates went straight to Chongqing, while Luo Zi and Qiong discussed going north.  Everyone agreed that we will meet up at Daba Mountain in a week.

    ? That night, Luo Zi took Qiong to watch the long-lost Sichuan opera, and watched the face change.  When watching the play, Joan said that the female role was very similar to Liu Xiaoqing.  An old man who was drinking tea next to him said: "You are going to Chongqing, there are more women like her, and they are more handsome than her!"

    Luo Zi wanted to chat with a well-known local playwright, and when he called, the person over there said, "You son of a bitch! That short guy has gone to Beijing!"

    The next day, Luo Zi asked a friend to borrow an off-road jeep.

    ? The first stop after leaving Chengdu, they will arrive at Shifang via Xindu and Guanghan.  Luo Zi asked Qiong if he wanted to see the Leshan Giant Buddha when he came to Shifang, and Qiong said, "I just want to go where others don't go."

    "As I thought, I'm tired of those tourist spots!"

    The sycamore trees in the city began to hang green leaves, and the bare branches of the pagoda trees on the country roads whirled and stretched into the clear air. If you look carefully, they are all covered with tiny light yellow leaf buds.

    This is their favorite season.

    The body is very warm, but the wind is cold, and the skin on the face is tense.  Joan looked at Luo Zi from time to time: "Do you want me to drive for a while?"

    "No." He kept looking ahead.

    Along the way, Luo Zi seldom spoke, and entered the state of "on the road": silent, with a little melancholy.  Joan thought: perhaps, the autumn weather had affected him?  Joan herself is a person whose moods change with the weather.  After leaving the bright sea city, Luo Zi's mood also became serious.

    She thought that the departure of men and women may be different. Men want to take risks, while women want to find.

    She wants to find her nostalgia, all the things that have brought her warm feelings, all the mysteries that she has never experienced enough in the past.  She wanted to go back to her childhood and adolescence, to take a closer look at her own growth.

    "Little girl, don't fall asleep," he glanced at her, "Let me tell you the story of King Du Yu breaking Yufu Kingdom, okay?"

    "Then hurry up and say it!"

    "Our ancestors, the ancient Shu people prospered because of the development of the Minjiang River Valley. A branch of the Shu people - the Cancong family, they raised silkworms,Those who are exiled will often be exiled to the middle of Shu.  Once here, it is difficult to leave, so the cuckoo crowing made them even more sad. They had to write countless poems and songs to express their feelings and relieve them for a while, but it became one of the great landscapes of Shu culture.  "

    After he finished smoking a cigarette, he continued on his way.  On a certain stretch of country road, dry dust billowed up, and Joan covered her face with a hood just in time.

    Dust filled Roz's face.

    When he was in the dust, he felt that he had entered the wasteland again, and subconsciously accelerated his speed.

    He told her that in the wasteland, in the Gobi Desert, he would have a hallucination, and he would see the yellow mud road that he used to run when he was a child. It was smooth and cracked.  At the end of the road, there is a small house built with thatched grass, surrounded by a fence made of golden and red sorghum poles.  Walking along the fence, you will often find a fresh cobweb, or a hive on a branch somewhere (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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