A one-way ticket for the journey

Time is like a story, waiting for them to grow up.

In 2012, the Mayan calendar is about to usher in a new era, and the legend of the end of the world is set against the backdrop of a series of themed movies.

On December 15, Xu Niansheng was sitting on an off-road vehicle on the Sichuan-Tibet line, and she shared a car with a college couple.

From Chengdu to Zuogong, walked about 1,000 kilometers, at the 5130-meter Dongda Mountain Pass, the snow was all over the sky, and it was white.

The girl in the same car, who had mild altitude sickness, squatted on the side of the road and vomited, and the boy held an umbrella for her.

Nian Sheng walked to a sign at the pass, and met a cyclist, about forty or fifty years old, he handed Nian Sheng his mobile phone and asked her to help him take a photo under the street sign.

Against the backdrop of the surrounding snow-capped mountains, the flying five-colored prayer flags appear even more vivid.

When leaving, Niansheng asked him, "Excuse me, can I pat you?" ”

He said yes, straightened the bike, and stood straight.

I don't know why, Niansheng was quite moved at that moment.

She hurriedly pressed the shutter button of the mirrorless mirror in her hand, leaving this memorable moment.

After getting into the car, driving towards a low altitude, the girl took a bottle of oxygen, her state was much better, she asked the boy: "After arriving in Lhasa, it is almost the 21st, if the end of the world really comes, what should we do?" ”

Boy: "Don't worry, I'll take you on Noah's Ark." ”

Nian Sheng was in a trance, and through the glass, he saw a one-legged man outside the window, holding a cane, and in the heavy snow, a person was walking in the opposite direction with them.

The car was moving too fast to capture the picture.

Alas, there are too many scenarios that can only exist in the mind.

If the end comes, what will you do?

One of the things Niansheng wants to do most is not to reach a certain space, but to retreat to a certain time.

However, we are travelers who have come to the present on a time machine, but we can no longer find the return car.

No matter how sweet or bitter the story is, deep or shallow, it will be ruthlessly drowned by the torrent of years.

Xu Niansheng took out a notebook from his backpack, with a photo in it.

She gently stepped on the path called Memories, to feel the warmth of the people in that photo.

The wooden-framed photograph shows a teenage boy and girl standing under a tree.

It was sunny, and the sky was blue as if it had been retouched.

In the summer of 2006, the college entrance examination ended. They went back to school and staged a farewell for his departure. The intuition in her heart was confirmed, and once again, she wanted to watch his back fade away.

He handed her a candy wrapper, a colorful cellophane, and she slowly opened the candy wrapper and put it in her mouth.

The taste of youth, just like this orange-flavored candy, is really sour and sweet.

The cicadas were hiding in a corner, the sun was shining in their hair, she closed her eyes, and at this moment, he smiled brightly.

The camera clicked, and the picture freezes forever.

It seems too gentle to say that time awaits them to grow up. It is a ruthless killer who doesn't have time to cry and everything dies silently.

Six years.

Agui is married, Zexi is still in the whirlpool of feelings, and some people have long disappeared. Nian Sheng thought that they would eventually be like a tent in the wind, each rolling towards the slim, forgetting each other in the desert of life.

However, in 2012, he appeared. The warm winter sun hit his heart, and the tips of his hair pierced the cold air.

There is no way to know in what season they will die.

When the kapok bloomed, through the pink of the branches, his eyes were still as transparent as the dewdrops.

Looking into his eyes, memories flooded back.

My ears were filled with the sound of two aunts crying and shouting.

"Hey, hey! How can you bear to leave so early, what about your daughter? ……”

"I told you a long time ago, don't work too hard, now it's okay, woo woo ......"

Seeing is not necessarily believing, superficial emotions are not equal to what you think in your heart, Xu Niansheng understood this truth when he was a child.

Grandma poked her head and scolded her: "Your father has really raised you blindly for so many years, people are gone, they won't cry a little, what will you think when you call the people in the village, the girl is useless." ”

Grandma cried for a while and rested for a while, and her voice was hoarse: "Son, why are you willing to leave me, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, I am so miserable." ”

When the grandmother cried, the aunts cried along.

The crying is very rhythmic.

They sat in the corner of the mourning hall, and because they were too bored, they talked about him and Lin Zisheng again.

Speaking of excitement, he secretly aimed at Xu Niansheng's side, lowered his voice and said, the appearance of a ponytail is really like that demon girl.

Xu Niansheng didn't know if the adults occasionally lowered their voices and said whether they wanted to be heard or not. She heard what they said anyway.

Neither uncle wanted to adopt her.

They were contacting Lin Zisheng.

When her father is gone, anyone can bully her.

The Buddha said that the reincarnation of the three worlds is cause and effect, and if you are afraid of cause and effect, you are not afraid of effect.

So, I can't escape what you've been through in my life.

- Xu Niansheng

Xu Niansheng, the name is taken from the last sentence in "Yangzhou Slow Huaizuo Famous Capital": Reading the red medicine by the bridge, I know who I was born for every year.

Xu Niansheng's father said that he read this poem by chance and thought it was very well written, and he was deeply touched, so he named her this poem.

The background of the creation of this poem is the third year of Chunxi, Jiang Kui passed through Yangzhou, witnessed the ruined scene of Yangzhou after the southern invasion of the Jin soldiers, reminisced about the past, lamented today's desolation, recalled the grand occasion of the past, and sent it as a chant, in order to express the nostalgia for the prosperity of Yangzhou in the past and the sorrow for today's mountains and rivers.

But Xu Niansheng knew that her father was not clear about the exact meaning of this poem, and he had never even been to Yangzhou in his life.

He just wanted to call her "Ah Sheng", as if he could hide everyone from everyone with a poem, his thoughts about Lin Zisheng.

Lin Zisheng, a woman who left her and her father shortly after Xu Niansheng was born.

He never mentioned the past, and he didn't allow his grandmother and aunts to talk about it in front of Xu Niansheng, in fact, Xu Niansheng didn't know if he had specifically told him.

Anyway, every time his grandmother and aunt persuaded him to go on a blind date, when he accidentally mentioned Lin Zisheng, he would immediately stop when he caught a glimpse of Niansheng's presence, otherwise he would be angry.

He rarely loses his temper, but when he does get angry, his grandmother and uncle are afraid of him.

Niansheng asked him once, why doesn't she have a mother like other children?

He said that her mother went to pursue the life and happiness she wanted.

Niansheng seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and when he saw his father's face and serious appearance, he stopped asking.

However, in her heart, she was asking why she did not have us in her happiness.

I have never been able to understand why my father is so obsessed with Lin Zisheng. Even, disobeying grandma's will and no longer marrying.

In fact, it's not just Xu Niansheng who can't understand it, the adults in the village say that he is too honest and stupid.

The peasant women in the village, in their spare time, will sit under the ancient jujube tree next to the entrance of the village and chatter.

The jujube tree was about 100 years old, and it had a large hole in its trunk, and children often tried to burrow into it.

It still bears fruit, and when the fruit is ripe, the older child knocks the fruit off the branch with a long bamboo pole.

After living for so long, it has seen through the impermanence of the human world and listened to the gossip of this village for a hundred years, so it wants to know the gossip of the whole village, and it will definitely be heard there.

Just that time, Xu Niansheng hid behind the stone bench and heard the story about his father and Lin Zisheng, which was so vulgar that it couldn't be more vulgar.

In the year in the story, Lin Zisheng was twenty years old, with braids, young and beautiful.

In the spring, the flowers are in full bloom, and some emotions are like boiling water, constantly bubbling and overflowing.

She got along with a boy named Song Yishu in the village. Song Yishu is a young talent, and the two of them should be envious of others when they are together, but it is a pity that Song Yishu had a marriage arranged by his parents before he met Lin Zisheng.

He gave her an oath and told her to wait, but what he was waiting for was the news of his marriage to someone else.

Just when the prosperity was at the end and he was heartbroken, Lin Zisheng met Xu Zhuo, Xu Niansheng's father, and he fell in love with her at first sight. Honestly, he didn't make a moving vow, but he ignored any rumors and married her.

The story ends here, as if they can't be satisfied, those women who talk about other people's family affairs.

"Xu Zhuo is really an honest man, picking up shoes that others don't want to wear."

"I see, sooner or later, they will leave ......"

"I said it a long time ago, they are not suitable, they have to be together......"

It's all a curse like a joke, and if it works, it's a surprise.

After all, life is too bland, and you have to use other people's lives as condiments.

6 months after Xu Niansheng was born, Lin Zisheng and Song Yishu eloped, leaving shameful and ridiculous rumors, and finally fulfilled their great vow.

If fate is the retribution of the previous life, then he only knows how to accept it.

Xu Niansheng is very different from him in this regard.

Even if they depend on each other for fifteen years.

When he was seven years old, Xu Niansheng was in the second grade of primary school and had already learned to comb two neat braids by himself.

When she was eight years old, she had forgotten what she was writing in the essay on what she wanted to do when she grew up, she liked to read, she liked flowers and plants, but she didn't know what kind of person she wanted to become.

Besides, what to do when you grow up, such a topic is purely for elementary school students to say a big thing that they are not responsible for, and raise a cow that does not have to eat grass.

Scientists, lawyers, or astronauts, no one will be held accountable whether they have been realized when they grow up. However, if the ambition of the eight-year-old is just realized, this kind of perseverance and the story of achieving the ideal is the best material for the exam-taking essay.

Niansheng's life did not become the best material.

When she was fifteen years old, Xu Niansheng's father left, in a way that she would miss forever.

She didn't even say goodbye to him, they never said a word to each other before they died, they never said I love you.

Perhaps, no one in this life should have said these three words to him. Their bones are imprinted with the inherent traditional attributes of most Chinese, restrained and subtle.

Perhaps he was too shocked, hearing the news of his death, Xu Niansheng didn't shed a single tear.

I can't imagine that the person I see almost every day so often that I might get tired of it will never see him again if he disappears.

Not being able to see means that all emotions can only be digested by themselves, and they can't get a response from him, even if it's just a simple look from him.