Evil Awe-Inspiring

By plane from Kunming, you can reach Lijiang in about forty minutes.

Obviously, Lijiang is a small tourist city that is quite famous all over the country, especially the ancient city of Lijiang here, which has the reputation of "a small town in the south of the Yangtze-Guizhou Plateau".

However, we are not here to travel.

When I left the airport, the first thing I did was find a car hired by a local car company and the driver, and immediately rushed to Xiaowanggou non-stop.

The original car had to be driven for more than six hours, and all of them were mountain roads to reach the place. I feel a little distressed about Yan Di, and I don't want to let her experience this kind of remote running fatigue. It is recommended that she stay in Lijiang, take a day off and take a look at the scenery by the way.

But Yan Di refused, she must follow me.

Six hours away, and the car we rent is not a high-end car. On a rugged and bumpy mountain road, riding a car without a good suspension system for six hours will almost dismantle human bones.

Wait in the evening, wait in the evening, arrive at your destination ... Get off the bus, we and our team, unless I and Lei Xiaohu from the next practice, the body can support, other people, including those who drive The driver was almost unable to straighten his waist. The little girl was almost exhausted, and almost rolled off the car from the end.

And Yan Di, I was held in my arms in the car all the way, with my human flesh mat underneath, this only slightly relieved part of the bumps. But it is not too tired.

This is a typical small village far from the city and away from the modern bustling mountain village. The surrounding mountains are lush. It is endless, and just between the two mountains, there is a small river that is not very urgent. The river is a bridge piled up with stones. Walking across this bridge, there was a low level as if there was, I even saw the chimneys of some people's homes still smoking smoke ...

At this moment it was evening and the sun was about to fall behind the mountain, but I didn't see any light in the village ... Although a wire pole was erected at the village entrance, it was the only one in the village.

The mobile phone is no longer usable, obviously it is in a dead zone where there is no signal. Because the bridge is too narrow, I am afraid that only bicycles can pass on it, so we parked the car at this end of the bridge.

Obviously, this is a relatively closed place. Our arrival immediately aroused the curiosity of a group of children here on the bridge. From the costumes of these children, I can see that there is still extreme poverty here. Some small children. Wearing only a small bellyband made of soil cloth, older children wear gray clothes of indistinct color. Most of them do not wear shoes, and occasionally one or two older children wear yellow-green liberation shoes that have long disappeared in the city ...

After our group walked into the village. The local villagers immediately aroused the curiosity of us outsiders, and of course, there was some alertness and vigilance.

I held a jar in my arms. Inside was the ashes of Uncle Qi, walking to the back.

The driver stayed at the bridgehead. He had to check the car. We had gasoline in our car, which was enough for us to drive out of this mountainous area to the nearest gas station.

After some confirmation, we are convinced that this place should be the place where Qishu and Yaoye lived!

龅牙 周 and I worked hard for a long time, accompanied by the driver who came here) (only the driver can barely understand the dialect of the people here), we even found one or two people who are said to know Uncle Qi. These people should be about the same age as Qishu. But because of the hard work in the mountains, they looked like they were in their sixties.

I'm a little curious about everything in this mountain village, because I'm the only one who heard Qi Shu tell his story of the year.

The village is not large, with a population of more than two hundred.

We first found the village chief and then talked to him. It's time for dinner ... To be honest, the poverty environment here is far beyond my expectations ... This village is probably the poorest region in the world. Almost everyone in the village is farmers and mountain people. There is no village. In a restaurant, there are very few outsiders. There is no store here. The goods needed are said to be purchased by the villagers from a town about 15 kilometers away from here every once in a while.

But to my surprise, there is actually a school here ... if it can still be considered a school.

A dilapidated adobe house has at least four holes in the roof from visual inspection. The blackboard above is completely a substitute for painting up with the sediment at the bottom of the pot.

To my surprise, one of the few lights in the village actually had one in this classroom! The textbooks are old, the tables and chairs are incomplete, and the back is simply replaced by stones.

What makes me even more surprised is that this elementary school was the only one of those people who went to the countryside with Qishu and they did not return to the city. Unfortunately, the old gentleman died last year. Located at the end of the village.

I inquired again about the "Awang" who had an emotional struggle in the past. Of course, if she was still alive, she should be 50 years old.

I heard about this, we even found Awang's home ... A long-lost earthen house left a little wall, and most of it has been converted into a cowshed.

After questioning, I learned that Awang married to Lincun in order to save Uncle Qi, and just after the uncle Qi's group left here and returned to the city, Awang's parents living in the village were ill. After Awang married Lin Village, it is said that there was no news later, and that village in Lin Village does not exist anymore. In a plan of the government to develop the mountainous area, the whole village was relocated to another place Already.

Everything was broken, there were no traces to find.

Originally, I came here, and even hoped to find some traces of the seven uncles or eighth gods who left in those years ... But unfortunately, decades have passed and everything has disappeared. Even the two local villagers who might know Qi Shupa and Yeye could not even remember Qi Shu and Yaoye.

I thought about it for a while and walked to the end of the village. On the edge of the Xiaohegou, there is an old tree. Not far away is a lone grave. It was the tombs of the old people who went to the countryside with Qishu to build the elementary school here.

I hesitated a little bit and gave up my original intentions ... Originally, I was looking for a treasure of Feng Shui here, and then buried the scenery of Qi Uncle ... But now it seems that the conditions here are too bad, also It's not suitable for a big funeral, and it's impossible to do anything too luxurious and upscale in the grave house.

I stood beside the river, smoked a cigarette for a while, then suddenly opened the ashes jar held in my arms ...

I stood by the river like this, one by one, and sprinkled the ashes of Qi Shu along the river. The white ashes glided and landed quietly on the river, and soon began to flow away ...

"Uncle Qi, maybe you chose this place for your reasons." I looked at the sky and the mountains, and looked back at the lone grave in the distance. I sighed and murmured, "Seven uncles , I just sprinkled your ashes here, and along this river, you can stay in this village quietly ... There is also an old friend who was your old company as your companion, presumably you must know him . "

I finished dusting my ashes, patted my hands gently, and looked back at my companions standing behind me. When I sprinkled my ashes just now, all of them were standing a few meters behind me. Everyone was serious, even the little girl didn't dare to say a word, even though she looked blank.

"Let's go. Let's go back." I quickly made a decision.

Yan Di said nothing, walked to me, and gently held me.

Before we left, I asked everyone to take all the cash they brought with them, the part of the driver's remuneration, and all the other ones. A total of 100,000 yuan was donated to the one in the village. Elementary school.

The name of the donor, I left the words "Zhang Jianhua" neatly.

This is the real name of Uncle Qi.

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After more than six hours of bumps, when our group finally returned to Lijiang City ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ It was three o'clock in the middle of the night, and we checked into a Lijiang city on the most prosperous Shangri-La Street in Lijiang The best hotel ... Fortunately, it is not the peak tourist season, otherwise, we might not be able to book a room.

Yan Di saw me in a bad mood, and this evening was deliberately gentle to me.

When I got up the next day, I saw everyone talking carefully to me ... After all, I am the leader of everyone. If I always take advantage of my face, I am afraid that everyone will feel depressed.

Although it had been a night's rest, the bumps were too severe the previous day, and everyone was a bit tired.

Looking at the woman next to me, and these brothers who followed me all the way, I suddenly smiled: "Okay, guys, we have done our work ... Everyone has worked hard these days, today we are in Lijiang Let's stroll around the ancient city, stay here for another day, and we will go back tomorrow. "

"Oh !!!" Although the adults were very happy, they didn't call out, and only the little girl could not help but dance.

What I didn't expect was to stay in Lijiang for another day ... This decision brought me some wonderful changes.