There are six beds in the fourth-class room of "Changhe": a couple who traveled to Shenyang to get married and returned, two technicians who traveled to Changchun on a business trip, and a five-bed military uncle who celebrated his grandson's return to Dandong after his first birthday, Jiang Lesheng was called a "six-bed" guy.

They quickly became acquainted with each other's identities and the purpose of their trip. "Six beds" but do not speak - admit that he is an exile? Leaving home to escape from the Great Northern Wilderness?

The military uncle is enthusiastic and talkative. "Six Beds" was asked, but only said that he used to teach in the factory, and now the factory is down. The destination only says that Harbin changes cars and then goes north. The old man's eyes widened when he heard this: What? Still to the north? That's the Great Northern Wilderness! I don't scare you, young man, with your small physique, it's enough to go to that place. It's been thirty-nine days now, and it's minus thirty or forty degrees!

His exaggerated expression and rough voice attracted everyone, and the old man's interest increased: At that time in Manchukuo, I was captured by the little devil to go to the railroad to repair the railway, that snow! The good guy is one person tall in the thick place, and waist-deep in the shallow place. The spit freezes without landing on the ground. Legend has it that a man has to be beaten with a stick when he urinates, or the guy can't walk away, although this is a bit hanging, but the place is really afraid of people in winter. I've seen the appearance of a frozen ghost with my own eyes, and I have saved a human life!

The bride blushed at the words "guy is sticky", and the technician in Shanghai opened his mouth in shock. The old man even made a gesture: One day I was climbing the plough and pulling the sleepers, and I saw a person squatting on the snow from a distance. I shouted at the horse to stop and look, there was a pile of horse manure on the ground, the man was covered with snow and frost, and his two hands were scratching on the pile of horse manure.

The military uncle is like a storyteller, and he stops drinking saliva at a critical moment: the locals say that people who are about to freeze to death are insane, and they use everything as a fire, and they don't know that they will giggle when they cry. Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter! I slapped him twice and shouted: Nonsense! What a fire! Run! Run with me! Tie him to his waist with a rope and trot on the leg of the plow. - If you don't heat up the blood on your body, you can't save people.

The old man hastened the narration of his personal experience: There is a childless and daughterless old couple living by Tunzi, and they are also kind-hearted people like me. We stripped the frozen ghost of his clothes, fetched well water to help him wipe his body, and tossed for an hour before he regained consciousness, and cried "wow". If a person is frostbitten, he must use cold water to "ease", and the cold in his bones can be saved only if he "slows" it, remember that there is no "six beds" guy? The old man told Jiang Lesheng that it seemed that he would get frostbite if he didn't freeze to death when he went to the Great Northern Wilderness.

The ship sailed to the confluence of the river and the sea. There is a dividing line on the surface of the water, with the orange-yellow Yangtze River water on one side and the blue water on the other side, and the lighthouse jumping up and down with the undulations of the waves. In the distance, two ships seemed to be moving, and the chimneys dragged their long tails, like silhouettes on the canopy.

This is the long-awaited sea!

You're so broad. Apart from the universe, what is so boundless in the world? Thousands of waves stretch up the sky, where is your end? Let the heroes and greats of ancient and modern times be just a drop in the smoke in front of you!

You're so vast and profound. The sea is extraordinary, combining beauty and ugliness, good and evil, honor and disgrace in the world. In your bosom, dirt accumulates into fossils, decay purifies into magic.

You are so eternal. The waves are your beautiful eyebrows, the waves are your pulsating breath, and the waves are your roar. Human beings have been fighting for more than a thousand years, and flesh and blood are flying in the autumn wind, how many peaceful and prosperous times are there? As long as this planet exists, the sea will never be exhausted, and Jingwei reclamation is only to promote the spirit of immortal birds!

Facing the sea, Jiang Lesheng spit out the stuffiness in his chest. He stretched out his arms and struggled to expand his chest, inhaling the salty sea breeze and feeling more relaxed than he had ever felt before. The setting sun turns the sea golden, the waves gently lap against the ship's side, and the flag on the mast is hunting. The whistle honked merrily, greeting the passing ship. Ah, life is so beautiful!

Please note that gale warnings are now being broadcast......

Winds increased rapidly in the middle of the night. The waves were as turbulent as angry horses, chasing and neighing against the side of the ship, and in the penumbra of the searchlight, condensed into dark green glazed sculptures. The waves shattered on the deck with a terrifying bang.

He hurried back to bed and lay down, the ceiling spinning above his head, food churning in his stomach, streams of stomach water pouring back, pressing down his throat and swallowing back. He closed his eyes and didn't dare to move, and his body seemed to be weightless.

There was a loud "click", and the bow of the ship was raised and the hull stood up. The Shenyang groom held the bed rails in his hand to protect his moaning wife from rolling to the ground; Shanghainese occupy the washbasin and vomit and begin to vomit dinner food, and later vomit green bile. Jiang Lesheng and the military uncle squatted on the ground, holding the empty lunch box and vomiting, and the room was sour and sour.

At dawn the storm stopped and the sea returned to calm. Who is the amazing painter who dyed the white of the fish belly in the sky into orange, orange and red, and dyed it into a magnificent fiery red? Ten thousand rays of light boiled the blue sea, and a round of red sun jumped out of the sea. People flock to the deck to watch the rare sunrise. Nature is like an old man with a changeable personality, who used indiscriminate dews last night, and the morning is already sunny and beautiful, and he seems to know his mistakes and admit his mistakes, and give people a kind and kind face.

The "Long River" sailed into Dalian Port. Passengers hurriedly bid farewell to each other and re-chose the means of transportation to run to their destinations.

Jiang Lesheng squeezed into a bus marked "Wharf - Railway Station" and inquired at the information desk that there was a slow train from Harbin at 6 p.m. He joined the long snake formation of transit visas, and stamped a blue stamp indicating the seat number of the train on the back of the joint ticket.

It was his first time on a train. After checking the tickets, they crowded into the bus with the tide of people. The carriage was flooded, and even the aisle toilets were crammed with people. Fortunately, I checked in my luggage in Shanghai, otherwise it would have been difficult to squeeze into the car.

When the train left Dalian, he was sleepy and tired but did not dare to sleep, for fear that the bag containing the rice and the erhu would be taken by the hand. Ganjingzi, Wafangdian...... The train is like an old man who is physically exhausted, walking for more than ten minutes to stop to catch his breath, rest for a while and then continue running. After Anshan into the night run, more people get off the car and less get on the bus, and there are many empty places before dawn. The temperature of the carriage plummeted, the window glass was covered with thick frost, and the weather melted into a hole of transparency, and I saw the ice and snow world outside.

I didn't feel too cold in the first half of the night, but at the moment I was cold and my upper teeth were swallowing my lower teeth, rubbing my hands and stomping my feet and not getting warmer, and the water and snot flowed into my mouth unconsciously. He can't see his appearance, is he like the frozen ghost described by the military uncle?

It was dawn, and the sun stained the frost on the window on the right. Almost all the cars were replaced by new faces from Shenyang. When he saw that the seat next to him was empty, he took off the bag containing rice as a pillow, put the erhu box under his armpit, and slept with both hands in his sleeves. Since boarding the small steamer, I haven't had a good night's sleep in four days away from home.

The train stops and stops on the snow-capped Great Plains of the Northeast, arriving at the end of the next day, Three Trees.

The ice city of Harbin lives up to its name: on the ground on the branches, on the poles, on the shoulders, on the roof of the bus, on the long tail of the tram, all the buildings are covered with thick ice and snow. People wear fur hats and thick coats, and their feet are felt or toed shoes, and their hands reach into the cotton hands of one finger, and they rub against each other when they walk, making a flickering sound.

Jiang Lesheng got out of the car with a bag and an erhu box under his arm. The wind choked him so hard that he couldn't breathe, and his hands immediately became numb. didn't take a few steps and fell two heels, and ice bumps grew under the soles of the cloth shoes, no wonder he slipped and fell to his knees and got up.

The waiting room was crowded with people. Two ticket gates are being checked, and as soon as the flow of people in front has been removed, the crowd behind them is immediately filled. In the limited space, there are many voices, children crying, adults calling everywhere with accents. The air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

Jiang Lesheng came to the luggage office to pick up his luggage. The staff said that if you buy a land and water ticket, the luggage will be at least two days late.

He began to wait for a long time in the waiting room. It's crowded and noisy, and the smell is bad, but there is heating that doesn't freeze.

I didn't move a place for a day or two nights. When you are hungry, you will nibble on the rancid pumpkin pie, and when you are thirsty, you will drink tap water from the faucet. I didn't take off my clothes and slept for a few days, and my body looked like a shell. Suddenly, I felt something crawling in my armpits, and I felt a sharp pain like a needle poking, and a pimple immediately appeared on my arm, which was extremely painful and itchy.

Next to him was an old northern man in a bare leather jacket, and his two hands were scratching his body, which looked very uncomfortable. Shaoqing pinched out a small worm, squeezed his thumb nails, and scolded with hatred: Tell you to fucking bite! Jiang Lesheng asked what it was, and the old man's evil anger was not gone: bed bugs! Moma Bazi, this chair has bed bugs sewn in it!

Sure enough, the old man didn't make much effort to catch a bed bug from his neck! Half the size of a red bean, bright red and transparent, fat and bulging like a small spider, squeezed between the two nails, accompanied by a foul smell of blood, leaving a layer of gray-brown skin. The old man said that this thing is very toxic, and he can't get off it for a few days after biting and slipping the bag, and he is disgusting!

According to the bellman, the luggage should arrive today. The anxious squatting was about to end, and Jiang Lesheng cheered up. He couldn't stand the bites of bed bugs and the suffocating foul air, and wanted to be outside to breathe.

Lifting the heavy curtain of the waiting room, a fresh and biting cold wind choked him repeatedly. There was light snow last night, and the snow powder sprinkled on the ground was as smooth as a mirror. He cautiously walked down the steps to the square in front of the station, placed his belongings under a large tree, moved his numb waist, opened his nose and took deep breaths greedily. In less than two minutes, the cold air penetrated the front and back of the heart, and the pinna of the ear was also unconscious. He didn't want to go back to the waiting room right away, so he covered his ears and ran around the trunk of the tree to keep warm.

During this time, there are no trains arriving and sending, and the square is extremely deserted. Two figures appeared around the corner, looking around as they went, muttering something to each other, and approaching him through the creaking snow.

Jiang Lesheng was concentrating on running around the tree, and Leng Buding's shoulder was heavily pressed by a hand, and he almost slipped and fell. Turning his head, he saw that the person was wearing a black sticky velvet hat, covering a dirty mask, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he whispered in a northern accent: Stop, where did you fight?

Jiang Lesheng wrenched his shoulder but didn't pull it, glared at him and asked: Who are you? What do you want to do?

The black velvet hat pointed to the red armband on the left arm with his right finger: Don't recognize? Do you have a letter of introduction?

The other person wore a gray dogskin hat and two mustaches, and went straight to Jiang Lesheng's bag, pinching and shouting in surprise through the bag: Food!

The sticky velvet hat sneered, and said gloomily: Wow, opportunistic, come with me!

Jiang Lesheng concluded that they were not good people. Snatching away the hand that was pressing on his shoulder, he snatched back the bag with an arrow step, hugged it to his chest and fell to the ground. Shouting: What are you doing?

The two bad guys lowered their voices and threatened: Don't shout, come with us!

Jiang Lesheng raised his eyes and saw that there was no figure in the square. He shouted loudly: Why should I go with you! I'm not going!

He made up his mind to wait for help. It's dawn, and it won't be long before someone comes. As long as he does not leave the square, the gangsters will not dare to do anything to him.

The two guys exchanged glances and immediately attacked: the sticky hat lifted him from the ground and hit him in the temple; The dogskin hat snatched the bag and fled.

Jiang Lesheng fell to the ground with gold stars in his eyes, and then jumped up and chased after the gangsters. I hated that there were ice bumps on the soles of my cotton shoes, and I slipped and fell after only a few steps.

He threw off his cotton shoes and chased after him in the snow, shouting that there were robbers as he chased! Catch the bad guys!

The two gangsters fled across the open field to the back of the building. Jiang Lesheng chased after him, and the two sides always kept a distance of seven or eight meters. The velvet hat suddenly turned around, flew up and kicked him down, and a dagger flashed out of his sleeve and shouted: Looking for death? I'll stab you to death again!

When he got up and chased after him, the villain had disappeared without a trace.

A bus came. A well-wisher helped him find his cotton shoes, and everyone talked about it:

- Daring up! Dare to grab it early in the morning!

- They are stealing the cold air, and there are few people who know that they are passing by in this period.

- If you know the roots, report to the Public Security Bureau!

Jiang Lesheng reported the case to the public security duty room, and the police on duty said that if the case was solved and the stolen goods were recovered, he would be notified to claim or send them. With a glimmer of hope, he left the address of the third sister of Maoshan Farm.

Back in the waiting room, the original spot was still empty. The bag was robbed, with 20 catties of rice and glutinous rice in it, and more than a dozen pumpkin pies that filled the hunger on the road. The stomach was empty, and the rancid pumpkin pie was gone. The bed bug bite is itchy and painful, and it makes me uncomfortable.

He raised his eyes without relatives and wanted to cry without tears, feeling lonely and helpless like never before.

He opened the rosewood erhu box and wanted to pass the time by playing the violin. The minor key of "Meng Jiangnu" is played, and the sound of the piano is poignant and crying. I don't know when I gathered a circle of people and surrounded him in the center. At the end of the song, he woke up like a dream in the cheers.

People asked him to play another song. The kind man who helped him find his cotton shoes said: This guy's luggage has been robbed, everyone help him! He took off Jiang Lesheng's hat and held it on his hand and stretched out to the audience.

Mistaken for a beggar, he blushed with shame and lowered his head any lower. Some people turned around and left, and most of the "bosom friends" said something: those who threw coins into their hats, those who threw one, two, two or two food stamps, and two female college students wearing school emblems made generous moves, and even put in five cents and half a catty of food stamps. Everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, and the change and food stamps actually covered the bottom of the hat in a circle, which undoubtedly sent charcoal in the snow.

If you get funding, you really have to be a performer. He picked up the erhu and bowed in a circle to the well-wisher to thank him. took off his coat and adjusted the strings, and seriously pulled up the best "Singing in Illness" and "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", and finally at the request of female college students to "have a cheerful tune", he played a song "Golden Snake Dance" before it ended. This bizarre experience is etched in his memory.

The luggage checked in from Shanghai arrived in the afternoon. He bought a ticket and boarded the bus to continue north to Maoshan.

Goodbye Three Trees Station. He never forgot the waiting room filled with the smell of smoke, the bench where bed bugs hid in the crevices, and the square in front of the station where gangsters infested early in the morning. I will never forget the kind people who helped him find his cotton shoes, and the many "bosom friends" who threw coins and food stamps into his hat.