The car slowly drove into Beishan, both sides of the highway are mighty mountains, lush trees, the sun from time to time turning the scale-like leaves, sorghum's mood is very novel, although he lived in Xicheng County, the concept of Beishan is a blank, he has never been here at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As soon as I talk about the mountainous area, my consciousness conceives a picture of splendid scenery and natural harmony. He went to Huangshan with Pang Xiaoya a year ago, where wilderness, rivers, water bridges, wilderness, insects, pigeon whistles, swallow's nests、、、、、、 and even millstones and pears in the countryside, like a fairy tale world, that time they lived in the farmhouse hotel at the foot of Huangshan at night, and walked outside at night, the moon fell and cried, the weeds and insects chirped, the wind swept the bamboo, it was very wonderful, the weather was a little cold, Pang Xiaoya only wore a thin skirt, Pang Xiaoya said cold, Sorghum understood and hugged her to warm her, both lips and hands, In the end, they couldn't help but go crazy again, on the wet and soft hillside grass. Afterwards, Pang Xiaoya scolded him with a hippie smile that he was a mule ball, a low-level animal of nature. Sorghum was very interested in this laughter and scolding, and joked, didn't you feel the mule ball just now? Pang Xiaoya twisted the ass of the sorghum very hard, and in the process of twisting, they couldn't help it, that memory was the most unforgettable, because the natural water ** melted the sorghum was even more vigorous and high-spirited.

The car swayed and walked unhurriedly, swallowing the passengers scattered on the side of the road from time to time. Looking at the red and willow green woods on both sides, the sorghum is full of Pang Xiaoya, Pang Xiaoya, are you thinking about me at this time? When I'm settled, I'll definitely bring you here again to enjoy the madness, don't you like this environment?

Sorghum involuntarily turned on his phone, and he saw the message from Pang Xiaoya - remember, no matter how busy you are, you have to find time to call me or send me a text message, let me know that you are thinking about me, and you know how worried I am about you. Sorghum smiled and replied, miss you, duck.

The car began to wind up the mountain, the hazy distant mountains, shrouded in a layer of light veil, shadows and shadows, in the misty clouds and smoke flickering far and near, if you are about to leave, like a few light ink, smeared on the blue sky.

Gao Fushun's face has been tense like frozen ice, the car began to be stuffy like a steamer, people began to tweet and tell the driver to turn on the air conditioner bigger, the conductor said, the mountain is too high, if the air conditioner is turned on, the vehicle will be boring, how to go.

Some people said that it looked like it was going to rain heavily that day. A woman chirped: "It can't rain, last month a heavy rain heard that a village and a team of people in Jixiang Town were swept away." The woman's words were terrifying, and the car was noisy, and many people listened with their ears stunned.

Another person said: "There is no truth in ten miles, I heard that only one old lady was scraped away." ”

"What I'm saying is true, one of my relatives lives there."

"I was on that team last week, can I talk nonsense?"

"What am I fighting for you? Yesterday I was in the county seat, and many people coaxed that there was no one in the village. The woman's voice was loud and loud in the car, like a quarrel. Sorghum glanced at her, the woman was very fat, her waist was like a lifebuoy, her sack-like butt occupied a seat and a half, and there was a thin college student like herself sitting next to her, with a small half of her butt hanging on the seat, and it was estimated that she had also reported to Beishan. Somehow he was somewhat misogynistic and silent.

The car climbed up vigorously, obviously a little tired, humming incessantly, the stuffiness in the car became more hot with people's arguments, the fat woman who had been running at high speed with the mouth organ rested for a while, and suddenly vomited like a cat eating a dead mouse, a large white stain was scattered under the car seat like a pancake, the college students in the neighboring seats hurriedly got up, a car of people invariably covered their noses with one hand, flashed turbid air with the other, and the conductor rolled his eyes and complained, If you want to vomit, open the window early and spit outside or take a food bag in advance, see that the car is dirty, and before the complaining continues, more people will retch, and there will be children's "wow" crying, which is heartbreaking. Holding the child is a young mother, in her twenties, her face is very handsome, the spots left by the birth of the child set off her natural vividness, the child's cry made her seem at a loss, sweat seeped out from her delicate porcelain white forehead, densely turned, she shook her legs desperately, gently patted the child's back, but the child's voice was still the same. This kind of crying makes people feel unspeakably anxious in the empty and lonely mountains, where there are few vehicles and no one around. The driver suddenly stopped the car and shouted: "You still let people concentrate on driving, no, one moment dead, one moment vomiting, one moment the child crying, coax the child well, and then leave." ”

The driver's tongue of fire finally shot at the child, but there was no kind person to quarrel with him.

There was a moment of silence in the car, the child's cry was more wanton and turbulent, and when he saw the driver's fierce look, someone accused his young mother: "Hurry up and coax the child well, the child crying makes the driver's heart hairy, the driver holds the steering wheel, and dominates the life and death of the whole car." ”

"Yes, yes, hurry up, the child is crying on this high mountain, unlucky, the driver is the most taboo, here more than ten years ago turned over a shuttle, the whole car was destroyed."

"Who doesn't have a child, and I can't help him if he wants to cry." The young mother argued, her voice like a mosquito, and she slapped the child fiercely with red faces.

The doors opened, and a carload of people squeezed out of the car to get some air, and it was too hot in the car. The young mother also got out of the car cautiously, and in the shade of a tree, in front of a circle of people, she did not hesitate to open her clothes, and stuffed the oval "grain bag" into the child's mouth.

Standing high and looking into the distance, the mountain breeze blows softly, which is much more comfortable. The surrounding verdant mountains are overlapped, the peaks are undulating, and each one is higher than the other. The road I walked just now floated to the low mountain like a ribbon, and the sorghum of "Eighteen Bends of the Mountain Road" couldn't help but think of this lyric at this time: bending and ringing, bending and bending, all around the water and mountains of the Tujia people.

Gao Fushun stood behind his son, and said with a cigarette in his mouth: "This is called ** mountain, more than ten years ago, a shuttle bus fell down the mountain from here, and none of the people in the car survived, but now the road is much better, and the iron guardrail is added to the roadside, which is much safer." ”

Sorghum carefully look at this mountain, it is indeed a bit like the appearance of **, a road spirals up from one side and spirals down from the other, the road is lined with cliffs, many irregular mountains and rocks rush to poke out their heads from the cliffs, some grinning, some have hideous faces, as if they want to poke down and devour people at any time, the cracks in the rocks are full of wild weeds with bent branches, and you can see the traces of mudslides at any time.

Sorghum wanted to talk to his father about the safety issues here, and seeing Gao Fushun's expression of black clouds overwhelming the city, Sorghum also swallowed back this theme.