Xiang Yu took a half-month vacation, bought a train ticket, and finally arrived in Jiangyun City after more than 20 hours of bumps.

What was once a familiar place becomes a stranger. Jiangyun, like any other city in China, is undergoing earth-shaking changes, with land transportation such as roads and railways extending in all directions, and the geographical advantages of the Yangtze River port, the economic development here is growing by leaps and bounds. The factories left over from the construction of the third line were revived, and the whole city was tumbling in the furnace. The beautiful mountain town is one day at a time!

The road from the railway station to Jiangyun Wharf has also been remodeled, the elevator rooms with more than ten floors on both sides of the road have become commonplace, the number of private cars shuttling on the road has increased significantly, and the new shopping malls and shops on the street are full of dazzling goods.

What hasn't changed is the hot pot restaurants. In the hot evening, people threw off their arms, opened their throats, drank, soaked, boxed, sang, those familiar local sounds lingered in her ears, he seemed to return to his childhood, at the corner of a certain alley, met the uncle who sold popsicles!

"Uncle, this popsicle is a lot of money, huh?"

"A dime, very icy, quench your thirst, do you want it?"

"Let's have one!"

Xiang Yu was eating a popsicle, and the sweet, cool feeling was simply "refreshing"!

Jiangyun's night has been lit up by street lamps, and a fire dragon has been strung along the fence along the river, which is reflected in the river and illuminates Hulong Mountain.

It's not her destination, but here she can only rest tonight. Her family's old house has been sold. She couldn't help but smile bitterly, this place where she grew up has no relatives and no place to settle now. She knew a few distant relatives, but after so many years of not seeing her, she couldn't help but feel unfamiliar.

She paused to wipe her sweat, then lowered the backpack attached to her back and carried it in her hand. Not far away is Jiangyun Wharf, where there is a silly boy who used to climb the stone ladder with heavy goods. There is also a silly "tomboy" who cheers for him on the sidelines.

Time seems to be just yesterday, and it seems like a thousand years have passed. She didn't know what she was still worried about, why couldn't she forget it?

When we were young, we also thought that the love we had could last forever. As we grow up day by day, we realize our childishness. A lot of people come and go, and we even quickly forget his face; Some people go and come again, only to find that the past has long passed and comes. But a familiar stranger.

Gradually, the person who goes will only leave a back, and he will not turn around in this life; And we ourselves have also turned around and gone in the opposite direction, further and further. When you look back, the world has changed, and no one can find their way back.

But Xiang Yu's road is so clear, they have not walked many footprints, but they are so deeply imprinted on the road. She wandered down that road repeatedly, for fear of taking the wrong step.

Xiang Yu walked quickly to the side of the road. The steamers on the river have already docked, and many people have come down one after another from the big boats. The "bangbangs" rushed up and carried the passengers' luggage either on both ends of the sticks or directly on their shoulders.

Occasionally, I met a foreigner, and "Bangbang" would also communicate with people in Mandarin mixed with dialects, and the enthusiastic "Bangbang" started to be a part-time tour guide.

However, there seems to be a lot less "bangbang" on the wharf, floating cranes have replaced manual work, and the labor required for freight transportation has been greatly reduced. The "bangbangs" began to flock to the main streets and train stations. Even farther than Jiang Yun.

As soon as Xiang Yu raised his head, the big words "Yonghan loading and unloading" and "Yonghan labor" came into view. It seems that Liu Yonghan's business has become bigger and bigger, with the former warehouse replaced by a six-story building, and four or five newly built berths and floating cranes. Digging for gold in the waves of the Yangtze River.

Xiang Yu looked at his watch, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. She didn't plan to go to the hotel, but walked towards Mr. Liu's home, where she stayed overnight last year.

The door was opened by a plainly dressed woman, "Which one are you looking for?" ”

"Hello, Auntie, I'm looking for Yang Guiying!"

"Oh. She's not here, go out to play mahjong! ”

"When will I be back?"

"I don't know, sometimes I don't come back all night."

"Where's Uncle Liu Yonghan?"

"The boss is busy with business, and he can't tell when he will come back!"

Xiang Yu poked his head and saw Fuli on the sofa in the living room, watching TV with the remote control. "Fuli ......," Xiang Yu shouted.

Fuli turned his head and looked, the little guy's nose looked very much like Liu Yonghan. "Which one are you?" He put down the remote control, walked to the door, and blinked at this big sister who seemed to have seen it somewhere.

"I'm your sister Xiangyu, have you forgotten? Little preserved eggs! Xiang Yu gently rubbed Fuli's face, and then took out a small duck from his backpack that could make a sound.

The little guy is holding a toy and pinching it and quacking it. "Sister Xiangyu, I'll take you to my mother!" He raised his head and pulled Xiang Yu out.

"Fuli, don't go out!" Aunt Niang opened the door and grabbed Fuli, "Girl, you go to the teahouse downstairs to take a look, the proprietress may be there!" ”

"Okay, thank you!" Xiang Yu can completely understand this woman, it seems that she is a nanny invited by Liu Yonghan, and she is responsible in the face of strangers.

Xiang Yu came down from the upper floor, and the shop on the street said "Guiying Teahouse", which should literally be Gui Ying's teahouse. There are really a lot of tea drinks in the teahouse, a few guys shuttle in the meantime, there are a few boxes in the depths of the hall, and the mahjong sound of "ho ho" comes out from the box.

"Is Yang Guiying here?" Xiang Yu stopped a young man with a teapot and asked.

The young man did not answer, but with one free hand, he pointed to the innermost private room.

Xiang Yu pushed open the door in the past, and the four people were busy, and the four women on the table of the Eight Immortals showed their powers, and they enjoyed "eating and bumping".

Gui Ying was holding a cigarette, his mouth was swallowing clouds and spitting smoke, and there were gold and silver jewelry everywhere on his earlobes, neck, wrists, and fingers, and they shook loudly when he touched the cards.

"Bump!" Gui Ying snuffed out her cigarette, picked up a "eighty thousand" from the middle of the table, and looked up to see Xiang Yu. "Xiang Yu? Sit down," Gui Ying beckoned to Xiang Yu at the door, "It's been a long time?" ”

"Just arrived!" Xiang Yu walked over with a smile and sat down next to Gui Ying.

"This is Li Xiangyu, this is Sister Wang, Sister Zhou, and Sister Lin, all of whom are good sisters who support me!" Gui Ying briefly introduced, "Thirty thousand, isn't it?" Haha, it's nonsense, thirty or sixty thousand, all the same! ”

Xiang Yu nodded at them. She doesn't know how to play mahjong, but she doesn't want to disturb the fun of these people.

Gui Ying took out a few cigarettes from the cigarette case and handed one to Xiang Yu. Xiang Yu waved his hand and said no. Gui Ying said again: "Come, play mahjong, Xiangyu!" "I'm going to get up.

"I won't!" Xiang Yu waved his hand again.

"What about Fushun? Not with you? Gui Ying sat down and continued to code. It seems that she doesn't care about Fushun's affairs, and she doesn't know his current situation at all.

"Oh, no, Gui Ying, you get busy first, I'll go out for a walk!" Xiang Yu choked on cigarettes and coughed, and the filthy air in the private room made her breathless.

"Okay, you see I want to leave and I lack a corner, you go up and let Chen Xian open the door, watch TV at home for a while, and I'll be back after two laps......"

"You play yours, I'll go find a friend!" Xiang Yu and several eldest sisters beckoned, got up and went out.

The heat wave on the street and the waves in the Yangtze River rolled together, and Xiang Yu's heart was indescribably sad. Yang Guiying, who is two years younger than her, is now a proprietress who wears gold and silver, but she can't hide the bitterness in her heart......

Man, what does it take to be happy? (To be continued.) )