Along the way, my confusion and confusion, sensitivity and pain, all began to tell him, and his rhetorical questions were often just a few words but to the point, which made me more aware of myself.

I'm glad I stopped the car this time, not for fifty dollars, the biggest gain is to meet him, maybe it's a gift from God.

Sending him to a nearby service station, I said goodbye with a smile, but I didn't deliberately add a WeChat or contact information, because the appearance of some people is a kind of passerby and experience, just enjoy it, if you force yourself to intervene or even understand other people's lives, cognitive changes often occur.

With this experience, I became interested in the next chattering guy.

I kept imagining what kind of posture this nameless guy would be in my sight, with a guitar on his back, a dreadlock, a studded leather jacket and Martin boots.

When I finally met him at the agreed place, I felt full of malice from a distance, buddy in his early twenties, with a flat hairstyle, a WiFi pattern on the back of his head, but only two signals, and a man carrying several large bags of snacks on the highway, standing on the side of the road and waving to me.

There is no harm if there is no contrast, and compared to the previous photographers, I always feel that this guy seems to be missing something.

After confirming the license plate number, he got into the car, looked at the uneaten Oreo on the center console, took out a pack of Cobico from the canvas bag and said, "I heard that driving to relieve fatigue Oreo is more compatible with Cobico, do you want to buy a pack?" ”

"Who said that?"

The talkative buddy is familiar with his personality, and he said indifferently: "I said it." ”

I asked rhetorically, "It's the time of Lay's, right?" ”

"That's not necessarily, just like you, the older the thing, the more flavorful, let me tell you, in fact, I just sell snacks along the road, and I haven't kept up with the trend."

"Nonsense, can you leave it for so long without a taste?"

"You're using strong words!"

"You're messing around!"

"Stupid!"

"Stupid donkey!"

The reason why I dare to say this is because I was familiar with his temper before, and the friendship quickly became familiar in the previous few conversations.

I got up, patted my arm and said, "Brother is very social, tell you, I have a tattoo." ”

"I've been in the wild." He gave me a blank look.

"I've carried a gun."

"I've dug trenches."

"The strongest Moutai I've ever drunk."

"The wildest teddy dog I've ever had."

I really wanted to send him down, but in the end, I looked at his face with a few large bags of snacks and sighed: ", buddy, you cow, there is hot water in the thermos cup, hurry up and take a box of instant noodles and soak it, thank fate!" ”

He suspiciously opened a box of instant noodles, looked at me while soaking, and then stretched out a hand and continued: "Introduce yourself, my name is Shuma." ”

I pulled over to the side, took the instant noodles, shook his hand and said, "My name is baby."

"Are you really called Baby?" Shuma asked me as he curled up in the car.

"Yes, of course...... Lie to you, call me Brother Hang. I said vaguely as I ate instant noodles.

Shuma swallowed: "There is only one box left, can you leave me a mouthful?" ”

"No way!" I righteously rejected him.

"That's my instant noodles!"

"You're still in my car!"

"But I paid for it!"

"I'll give it back to you."

"How do you speak, tell you, I'm a serious yellow flag, push forward for more than a hundred years, no matter how big and small it is, I'm also a Baylor, when will it be your turn to pick and choose among civilians."

I didn't know that Shuma was a descendant of the late Qing Dynasty, and I didn't think that he would have a yellow flag, so I couldn't help but sigh: "You should be glad that it wasn't a few decades ago, otherwise a remnant of the former dynasty like you would have gone to have tea with Marx and his old man." ”

"There was no Marx in the late Qing Dynasty, right?"

"You weren't there at the time, were you?"

Shu Ma thought for a while and lit a cigarette and said, "You said that you came out to pick up the work, why don't you prepare more dry food?"

"Because I knew there would be a like-minded person who would come to me with food."

"You've seen too much talk about Journey to the West, what if I don't bring food?"

"There is always some young people in this world who want to pursue poetry and distant places on a whim."

Shuma pursed his lips and asked me, "Where are you going now?" ”

"You're not going to Huashan?"

Shu Ma nodded: "Brother Hang, do you have a place you want to go?" ”

"No, I want to go home."

Shuma paused and said, "I regard Huashan as a turning point in my life's journey."

"Come!" I took a sip of instant noodle soup and said, "Have a great trip back!" ”

Shuma glared at me and urged me to hurry up and drive, but I analyzed rationally and advised him not to go to Huashan at the moment, because he couldn't catch up before dark, and I had to lead a group tomorrow, so I couldn't accompany him on the road all day.

He was also easy to speak, rubbed his hands and said, "Brother Hang, then go to the hotel owner I contacted before, you can rest for a while and change it for me." ”

After the car turned around and got off the highway, I looked at the road and saw that the road was in good condition, so I did the stupidest thing in my life and handed the steering wheel to Shuma, who hummed a little song leisurely, like an old driver, I really regret not asking him about his driving experience......

……

Just after a short nap, the car shook a little, when I looked at the watermelons in the rearview mirror all over the ground crushed next to the car, Shu Ma looked confused, I scolded viciously: "Dog thief, what kind of grudge does the melon seller have with you, you have to press on the watermelon." ”

"What should I do, Brother Hang, or let's run?"

I gave him a blank look: "Use your brain, are you going to be the god of autumn mountain bicycles?" Don't you see anyone else in front of you? ”

Seriously, if it weren't for the teacher who said that throwing garbage was uncivilized when I was a child, I would have kicked Shuma down.

After a brief conversation, I got out of the car and looked, fortunately, the person was fine, otherwise he would have to bother his family to send him prison meals in the future.

The people were fine, but the melons were rotten, and we didn't bring any cash, and finally we mortgaged everything we could mortgage with Shuma, even his big bag of snacks and the beer in the back seat of the hotel owner.

Fortunately, the price of watermelons in summer is not too expensive, and the boss is reasonable and does not slander people.

After getting into the car, I held the steering wheel and scolded: "You're such a god, I'm going to wake up and steal a few packs of Shaqima, which is good!" ”

"It's not like he doesn't have a POS machine and can't swipe his card." Shuma looked aggrieved.

"Then why don't you ask him if he needs Alipay?"

After listening to me, Shuma suddenly realized: "Yes, look at my memory!"

"You're hopeless!"

Shuma actually nodded earnestly.

……

When I returned to the Aokigawa Hotel, the boss signaled that a special dish was prepared for us to pick up the wind and wash the dust, I parked the car in front of the hotel, got a haircut, and waved my arm to hand over the car keys to the boss.

The boss was stunned for a while before taking the key, lighting the fire and stepping on the clutch, and it took a lot of effort to start the car, and the billowing black smoke from the rear of the car choked people to avoid it, in fact, I just wanted him to see for himself what virtue this car had.

During the meal, Shuma whispered to me if I was familiar with this place.

I nodded, then smiled and said nothing, saving a lot of topics.

This evening, I didn't wait for Li Shi, who came back with the bus, and she sent me a message telling me that she had returned to Xi'an.

After cleaning up in the evening, I took Shuma to visit the scenic spot, there were many tourists, and I suddenly got a little tired of shuttling through the crowd.

But I don't know what I'm tired of, the emotion comes suddenly, I don't know what to do, maybe I learned that Li Shi, who was tired all day, didn't even have time to rest, so I went back again.

Shuma was happy to see everything, curious to see everything, and happy to see everything. In fact, people can see their own shadows from others, just like Shuma at this time, why not me at the beginning of my twenties.

In the first year of graduation in my twenties, I volunteered to travel most of China with the team in order to understand the industry.

Come to think of it, no one can live up to their original intentions.

When I was twenty years old, I was proud of my loneliness, and I always felt that time was half old, and I still had a glass of turbid wine left, inviting me to be lonely in the splendid years. Now that I am slowly stepping forward, I find that I have nothing but to go more than others, see a wide range of the world, and make friends, otherwise I would not feel lonely after getting drunk, and a shameful scene will happen.

yes, I have nothing but loneliness.

Commemorate the lost youth, by the way, pay tribute to the original intention of the past, give the youth an explanation, and at the same time give yourself an explanation, life day after day is enough, always thinking about the escape of changing the law, really waiting for yourself to waste enough, but I want to live with my heart.

Is this man always so fickle?

Shuma has its own WiFi on his head, so much so that when I see his head, I want to lean my phone up, Shuma has fast legs, and when I get into a temple, the person disappears.

When I was bored, I bowed to a master and asked, "Master, why do you think this man is fickle?"

The master gave me a salute back and said lightly: "Have you ever heard of the three refuges of Buddhism?" ”

I shook my head and said, "Xiaosheng is stupid, and I hope that the master will teach me." ”

"Once upon a time there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves, and he couldn't bear it anymore. And it came to pass, that day, when the thief came again, he said to the thief, "Put your hand through the crack in the door, and I will give you whatever you want." The thief was overjoyed to hear this, and put his hand through the crack in the door. The old monk grabbed his hand, tied him to a pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting as he beat him back: Take refuge in the Buddha! Convert to the law! Take refuge in the Sangha! ”

"And then?"

The thief was in great pain, and he had no choice but to shout: Take refuge in the Buddha! Convert to the law! Take refuge in the Sangha! Immediately afterwards, the master said kindly, "This is the famous story of the three refuges in the Buddhist scriptures. ”

I shook my head, saying I didn't understand what it had to do with the fickleness of the human heart.

The master smiled and said, "The world is safe and perfect, and take refuge in my Buddha to overcome all suffering." ”

"Master, I haven't died yet, let's live a worldly life first!"

I pulled my legs and left, but the master grabbed me and pointed to the small stall next to me, on which was spread a tarpaulin, and it read: Buddhist Psychological Counseling Room, 51 solutions.

"Master, I don't have any cash."

Looking at the master's confident appearance, I couldn't help but secretly scolded: I have been beating geese all my life, but now I am pecked by geese.

The master pointed to the corner of the stall again, and there were two QR code patterns on it, one with the words "Scan WeChat Pay" and one under the other that said Scan Alipay Payment.

"Monks are kind to others, how convenient is the donor, if the mobile phone is out of battery, we can also swipe the card."

Immediately afterwards, the master took out a pos machine from his arms: "Of course, credit card consumption is also supported." ”

Everyone around me watched, even ten teddy dogs were not enough to express my feelings, so I took out a hundred dollars for him to find money.

The master took the money, squinted at the light for a while and said, "I'm sorry, donor, your first customer, now you don't have money to change, you might as well donate the other fifty to the monastery, my Buddha is merciful, and will bless the donor's family." ”

I smiled, took out a fifty-fifty sheet from the incense box I was enshrined, and left a sentence: "The Buddha told me that he doesn't like to take advantage of others."

When Shuma appeared in front of me in time, I pointed him to the head and pulled him straight to the barbecue stall in the night market.