Jean Love

During the Spring Festival in those few years, Jinmin and the others did not go home, and neither did Ozawa and the others. They were all a family and stayed together in Dongguan for the New Year.As the year approaches, parents will generously spend a lot of money to take care of themselves and buy new clothes.That evening, Ozawa came to call me and asked me to accompany me to go shopping in Houjie. It was the same as last year, a street, from the beginning to the end, from the end to the end, what Baleno, what seven wolves, what Giordano, they always brought Then I went to the specialty store to find their favorite clothes and pants.

"Do you have to buy branded underpants?" I watched Ozawa walk down the street and spent nearly 1000 yuan, carrying a few exquisite bags containing a few pieces of fabric that were made into clothes, and asked distressedly.

"Of course, the one that fits the best must be the best one. What size do you wear and what color do you like? Buy two and give it a try and you'll know." He looked proud.

"How about this one?" Xiaofeng next to him asked.

"Damn it, this year is your birth year, buy the red one, it's so old-fashioned." Ozawa scolded.

"Mother squeezed the juice, red is the most popular this year, look, doesn't it look good? Haha." Xiao Xia looked around without any embarrassment, fixed her eyes on Ozawa, picked up the red underwear, and quickly gestured in front of her crotch, Twist the hip twice.Two tall, handsome, gentle scums with aristocratic airs started to fight again.Attracted two young and beautiful salesgirls, stood aside, not only did not stop, but smiled.

At first, I was not used to the way these two guys communicated. After seeing and listening to a lot, I gradually felt that it was natural. Young people know what it means to be young, and it also made me, a country bumpkin, start to pay attention to my own image.

Silently accompany them to buy, after buying, stop and look at me, Ozawa asked: "It's Chinese New Year, don't you buy anything?"

"Come on, let's go to China Resources Plaza, I also want to buy something today."

When we came to China Resources Plaza, I bought a camera, a medium-to-high-end camera in the counter, Samsung, silver-white, and film.I also bought a backpack with double shoulder straps, khaki, canvas knitting, with a total of six bags of size.I bought a toy car, a writing tablet, and some scattered things. Ozawa saw that I was also empty-handed, and asked, "Are you going home or going on a trip?"

"Go home and take a trip by the way, hehe, isn't it handsome?" I put all the scattered things into the newly bought backpack, carried it on one shoulder, scratched my eyebrow-level hair, and posed for a pose.

I didn't tell them exactly where I was going, and I didn't tell anyone that I was going to Lian Yu's house. I only said that I would take the car the next morning, say goodbye, greet, and wish, and contact each other after we got back.

On the night before my departure, I packed up my clothes and luggage, and distributed the money in three or four places.Worried about oversleeping, I went to Hetian Night Market to buy a plastic alarm clock worth a few dollars. At the same time, I set the alarm clock of my mobile phone to 04:30 in the morning. woke up.Wipe your eyes and look at the time. It was a little past four o'clock, and it was not yet 04:30. It was still dark, and there was a chill in the cold winter morning.

In one go, wash and dress, put on my backpack, lock the doors and windows, the surroundings are quiet and quiet outside the window, the night is thick, only the street lights are bright, fireflies are dancing, and the cold wind is clear, I walk forward quickly.

When approaching the national highway, I heard ho, ho, ho, the sound of the car rubbing against the air when it was moving, heard the sound of the horn, and when I approached, I heard the sound of yelling. Compared with the long-distance bus that stopped to solicit passengers today after the Mid-Autumn Festival There are more, there are single-layer ones, some double-layer ones, some new ones, some old ones, and all the drivers and passengers are sturdy and strong.

"Luoding, Rongxian, Guilin, Yulin, Beiliu, Beihai...Let's go, get on the bus," they shouted loudly, winking, nodding, waving, towards the travelers with big and small bags on the roadside, enthusiastically, like Is their own family.

Someone came over, tugged at the shoulder strap of my backpack, and copied out a strong Yulin vernacular: "Boss, are you going to Bindu? Get in the car."

"I'm still waiting for a friend." I took a step back and ignored it.

A dark red, half-new, old double-decker bus came. There was a circle on the front windshield, and there were three Arabic numerals written in the circle. This was the vehicle that Lian Yu pointed out. The driver also waved to me. Sound, nodded, and stepped over.

"Boss, are you going to Bindu?"

"Rong County Intersection." Only four words, I imitated Lianyu's accent.

There was a difference of ten yuan between the price offered by the driver and the price Lian Yu said. I gave him the money without saying a word, found a top berth, and climbed up. The quilt, I moved the quilt to one side, sat there, hugged the backpack, watched the car stop and go, the door closed and opened, and the man raised his hand and yelled.

When a gust of wind blows, scraps of paper fly on the road, flying into the distance, the sky turns from dark to gray, gradually revealing dawn, the national road is getting busier, more and more cars are full of travelers, and the doors are closed.

The car body is stable and the speed is balanced. When I heard the snoring sound, my eyebrows felt sleepy. I lay down flat, with my backpack as a pillow, my feet covered with quilts, and my hands protecting my chest. I was sleepy and squinted for a while.

"Hey, good morning, Ayu." After six o'clock, I was woken up by a ringing bell, and I saw that it was Lianyu calling.

"Are you in the car? What car are you in?"

"Come on, as you said, from Shenzhen to Rongxian, the Peugeot is three fives." I whispered.

Lian Yu also asked some questions, reminded me of some things, told me to pay attention to some situations, and then hung up the phone. I wanted to sleep for a while, but I couldn't sleep. Looking at the scenery along the way, I didn't know where it was.

"Where are you?" At eight o'clock, Lian Yu called again.

"I don't know." I saw many fish ponds on both sides of the road, many fish ponds that had dried up, and saw many lotus leaves, which were once blooming but are now withered.

"Maybe this is Yangjiang?" I called to tell Lian Yu, the car stopped at a service station for a few minutes, waiting for the traveler to relieve himself, the sky was clear, the traveler walked through, and Xixi yelled.I saw a lot of conch and seashell handicrafts, as well as a lot of knives, with the authentic Yangjiang Shibazi written on it.I bought two zodiac shapes made of stacked shells.

I got in the car again, and Lian Yu called no less than five or six times along the way until the intersection of Rongxian County. How to go?"

"You walk forward for more than ten meters, and you see a bus plate, take No. [-] to..." The intersection was very noisy, and Lian Yu spoke with a strong hometown accent. I was a little nervous, and I couldn't understand it all at once.

"How about this, where you are standing now, is there a traffic police desk next to you?" Lian Yu asked, a little anxiously.

"Yes."

"Find a traffic policeman, give him your cell phone, and I'll tell him to tell you."

That fat traffic policeman, ummm, talked to Lian Yu, returned the phone to me, patted my shoulder with his left hand, tilted his head, raised his right hand flat, and pointed forward, speaking very non-standard Mandarin, enthusiastic, and detailed Give me pointers, in case I don't remember, repeat it again, I nodded my thanks and waved away.

Stepping on the No. [-] minibus, walking all the way, feeling that the person is in front, the more nervous and excited I feel, like the crowd in the carriage, mixed and noisy.I sat on the right side by the window and looked out the window. The mountain road was rugged, with seven turns and eight turns, densely covered with mountains and forests, and uneven.There are also rice fields. On both sides of the road, there are slender terraced fields, sometimes with a small area, with dry and white straw piled in the middle, piled into a round tower shape, with a straw cover on top, like an official hat with a round top in the Qing Dynasty.

"Are you taking the 5612 bus? Wait for me at the station after you get off the bus. Don't walk around. I'll come right away."

Lian Yu is a man of gods, he knew the license plate of the vehicle I was taking from a long distance, and when he arrived at the station, he was already waiting there, under an iron pillar, a men's motorcycle, a familiar figure with a A cigarette, seeing me looking around, honked the horn, smiled at me, took out the cigarette case, and greeted me.

We came to the market outside the station, the market in the township, similar to the one in our hometown, relatively simple and messy, with yellow sand and gravel on the ground, potholes, and selling on the street, piles of Shatian pomelo, scattered and packed in gift boxes Okay, there are net bags, one net bag, one net bag, piled up into a hill, Lian Yu bought a big bag, and quickly tied it to the rear of the motorcycle.

"Get in the car and go home." Clapping his hands, he looked at me.

I wanted to buy some more fruit, but was stopped by Lian Yu, carrying a backpack, stepped up, leaned on his back, walked for a while, turned twice, entered a small path, climbed a hillside, there was still a hillside in front, and forests on both sides, Yellow mud road.

Huh huh, huh huh, Lian Yu put on his full horsepower and flew all the way, I wrapped my arms around his waist, getting tighter and tighter, getting closer and closer, with my hands up and down, through the clothes.That familiar smell seeps into the breath, the wind can't blow it away, it can't be taken away, take a deep breath, it's refreshing.Although a long time has passed, a week, a month, even a year, his breath can still stick to my thoughts, and that yearning makes me think about it.