Turn onto this small village road that seems to have been built decades ago and walk into its trees. Shade. , you will feel that the whole space is a little foggy and unrealistic, and the road is very narrow, which can only accommodate the width of a car.

After crossing the small bridge and approaching the iron gate on the side of the Nordic villa complex, she also deliberately looked into the house area of the 'Elysee' on the right, under its complete architectural shape, there was obviously no light inside, and it was already desolate to such an extent, if it were not for the young man next to him, he might have to worry about whether he would be sold.

After not walking much distance, he pointed to another more remote and narrow path on the right and said, "That vegetable market is over here, and there are still more than a hundred meters to go." ”

"That's pretty close." She nodded, she didn't have much interest, now she felt a little out of food, although she felt that the road was too remote, and she could see its end in an unclear vision when she looked in this direction, and the two-meter-high cement fence was erected on the right side of the road, which was not wide, and there were many cars parked along the left side of the road.

Most of the cars on the road just turned into the lakeside garden community along the village road, and two electric vehicles showed that there was a road ahead.

On the left, there are basically one-story bungalows, and its mottled cement façade is covered with vine plants, and in this environment, it is easy to give people a sense of . Secluded, deep and broken.

This reminded him of the electronic parts factories in the nineties of the last century, many of which were built at the end of this narrow cement path, with low factories that exuded . Heat.,of. Steel is mixed with industrial waste. Gas. Waste. Water. Target. Taste. Dao., if you don't have to suck on a few mouths, and smell the smell of green, grass, and fragrance, you will feel very uncomfortable in your chest.

That memory was frozen in the third grade of elementary school, and there was such a factory next to the elementary school, and many memories of that moment were deeply imprinted in my mind.

When he graduated, he took a look at the street, which may have remained unchanged for nearly twenty years, but the school and factory had disappeared many years ago.

"It's on the map, it's here, it won't be nothing." He looked at the area uncertainly.

"Don't tell me it's all gone in vain." Her right hand. Fork. Leaning on his waist, he frowned slightly and looked at the cramped and cold environment here, although there was a familiar person next to him, he still felt a little desolate, and he wanted to leave this area quickly.

"Don't you see someone in front of you, I think it's possible that it's inside, it's coming, take a few steps and look inside." He said.

Through this small door, which looks like the entrance of many small factories, there is a large parking lot in front of you, and there is a large space like a factory on the right side. Yellow., color. Light. A faint light shone on the concrete floor in front of the door.

Seeing this scene in such an environment, especially in such a remote place, "You wait a minute. She habitually shouted to the young man next to her.

"I'm taking pictures again." When he stopped beside her, she took a photo of the inside of the vegetable market, perhaps in a less lively vegetable market that others saw, there were not many stalls in it, and there were not many people buying vegetables, basically local old men and old women.

In this photo, if you add a layer of emotion, it is the cold suburbs in late autumn and early winter, hidden in its most. Deep. At the junction of popularity, whatever you think in your heart: so desolate that if she doesn't leave here quickly, she will have a kind of loneliness in the suburbs for a long time. Throbbing., moving. Feel.

There is a special desire in his heart to return to the prosperous world.

A few months ago, on the afternoon of the day when Xueba came to see him, he sat on the second floor of Dapu Bridge. Milk. Tea. On the stool outside the door of the store, so many people walked past him in a moment. The young figure, perhaps only in this way, can neutralize the feeling of being abandoned by the world at this moment.

The interior of the vegetable market is quite large, and now there are only a few shops in a few rows near the door, and the owner in his forties and fifties is sitting on a stool and playing with his mobile phone.

"Just buy oranges, there is nothing else to eat, and I am tired of carrying it if I buy too much." He said.

"Heh, who can believe that we will buy oranges after walking so far." When she was picking oranges in Zhu Jia, she walked towards a few stalls inside, and there was nothing that made her want to eat. Taste. It doesn't seem to have disappeared until now.