As soon as I appeared at the bend, I could tell that it was a woman. Even though the bend was more than three miles away from the station office, and in the shadow of the valley, I couldn't get the eyes of a wolf, nourished by the mountains, no less sharp than a wolf.

Before, I was sitting in front of the spacious south window of the station office, drinking warm mountain spring water, looking at the circle of white clouds wrapped around the neck of Nanshan, and my heart was too lazy to dance more.

When I had a premonition that someone was about to appear at the bend, my eyes moved down from the circle of white clouds, and as soon as I landed at the bend, she appeared from behind the cliff, as if she had made an appointment in advance. But in fact, I can't say how the premonition came about, because I didn't notice any signs before, and it just popped up. It is not an exaggeration to say that it came out of thin air.

The bend is located on the south side of the station, and from the station, it is the last boundary of the track to the south, and when the southbound train reaches there, it begins to turn east. The crescent-shaped cliff wall next to the tracks, like the big mouth of an open python, swallowed the train one by one until it was completely engulfed.

The woman stepped out of the shadow of the valley, and though there was no direct sunlight, only the open sky, she was much brighter than in the shadows.

The mountains on both sides of the bend are very high, and the sun shines in only at noon every day, and after noon, it becomes gloomy again. It seems that as soon as noon passes, the mountains on both sides close together, so the shadow is always thick in the section before and after the bend.

The distance is shortening, the brightness is increasing, and although it is not within a very effective visual distance, the woman's form and gait are becoming more and more obvious, and the outline of the backpack behind her is also clear. Ho, hiker, female, solo jumper. Where is this going? Nowadays, there are so many idlers, and they don't know how to be idle, wandering around. But this is an era of hard work, how can you be idle? We can't figure out the specific situation, anyway, people in the city who live a modern life, after being bored, will put on their backpacks, throw off their legs, go to a different place, curiously explore the unknown, watch the scenery, and say: there must be poetry and distance. However, this is only my summary of the past few years, and I am not sure whether it is still like this now. The question is, how did she get here on foot?

In the few years I have been in the station, I have never seen any outsiders passing by here, and the three old-timers who have gone out of the house have never mentioned any outsiders who have walked here, let alone women. If the three old-timers were still in office, and they happened to be in the station room, and they all watched the female traveler walking towards this side, they would have been so startled that the lion opened its mouth wide, and stood like a sleeper, and could not breathe for five minutes. If you don't fall to the ground with a brain death, you are sorry for the natural attributes of people.

It was as if there was a flash of light, very short, but it didn't affect my ability to see her hairstyle - shoulder-length and naturally smooth, tucked behind her ears, looking neat and fresh. This extremely short ray of light, I'm afraid that's what I'm here to do. I couldn't help but think that the fact that I could tell at a glance that she was a woman had something to do with her not wearing a hat. If she also wore a long-tongued hat like so many hikers, I probably wouldn't have seen it at a glance. After all, the distance is far away, the light is dim, and the people who appear are just a mess.

But is that really the case? Is it true that she doesn't wear a hat, and my eyes are as sharp as a wolf? If I asked, I wouldn't be sure. It is important to know that in addition to such external conditions, there is also a mysterious inner existence - induction. I've often been able to appreciate the magical power of sensing. Although I don't have the ability to describe this magical power in a tangible way, this magical power does often enter my perceptual system.

The woman quickened her pace, and the closer she felt, the faster it felt. A person who has been walking in the mountains and mountains for a period of time will feel a sense of intimacy with the sudden appearance of human buildings. And this intimacy is the driving force that urges people's steps.

In a word, this woman is good-looking: dressed in army green outdoor clothes, walking briskly, and not showing tiredness; The big backpack on the back should not be lightweight, but it feels like the backpack is filled with weightless air: it looks quite bulging, but it is actually empty-bore, so it won't drag her down.

Another few glances of full attention, the details of the woman's body are becoming more and more textured. Suddenly, a long-lost heat flow poured out from the depths of my body, and the excitement that had been dormant for a long time suddenly awakened, and the kind of fireworks that the world did not have also surrounded me tightly. Just like that, all of a sudden, instantaneous and powerful, it pushed me from the chaos. I shuddered, and immediately realized the gender I once belonged to: God, I'm still a man! The desires and needs of men that I once had in me are being hurriedly returned, what do you say? But if not, what can it be? Don't be confused, this is getting closer, more and more textured woman, perfectly in line with your once lush desire - to be attractive.

To be honest, as soon as she appeared, I begged God: let her be an attractive woman, I haven't seen a woman outside the industry for several years, let alone a charming woman. I said that from the day I hit here, I didn't want to see any women here, and when I was left alone, it became even more even worse - it's better to never see them. But now, since it is inevitable to come, it is time to have a charming, and let my wolf-like eyes search around, and what I find is ordinary, and after it is over, it makes me feel awkward all over. Otherwise, it should be kept pure as monosexual or asexual here. To put it bluntly, there is no need for an inappropriate opposite sex to reconcile.

The woman's approach is still not slow, her posture is more high-spirited, and her confident posture is more eye-catching. Which way did this come from, with only two legs. The depths of this wild mountain are obviously not a place where you can take a leisurely stroll, and there are deadly dangers hidden everywhere, and it is by no means as quiet, safe, beautiful, and pleasant as it seems.

The general direction of the railway is due south. If she's coming along the railroad, she's coming from the south. But it's not certain that she's coming along the railroad. Because after the large cliff at the bend and out of a mile, there is a small flat area, and the railway passes slightly in the middle, and the gentle slopes on both sides of the railway extend outward, connecting the valleys on both sides. There are no roads in the valley, but judging from the trend, people and beasts can pass, but it takes some effort. If she were an extraordinary woman, there was a possibility of coming from either side of the valley.

She was certainly an extraordinary woman. Otherwise, she wouldn't be alone in the depths of the mountains.

I wish she had come along the railroad to the south. If she had really followed the railroad to the south and happened to start from the plains, then the path she had traveled was the one I had always wanted to take but had not been able to take. Then she is using her legs and feet to fulfill my long-term wish for me, and I can see her as the carrier of my long-term wish. Well, now the priority is where she's going. There are never buses here, and there are never passengers. Although the architectural layout of the small station is no different from that of the small bus station, the small station has not stopped a bus since the day it was opened. It is said that it is redundant for a small station to be built like this, and the platform is even more of a decoration in the furnishings. If she is tired of walking, she wants to buy a ticket from here and borrow the train wheels to get around, but she has come to the wrong place.

There is no one within a radius of dozens of miles from the small station, and I have not been able to verify it from the mouths of the three old-timers who are out of the way. "Ahem, you can build whatever you want, don't you just build it like this, what is there to ask!" I was blinded again. I think these three seniors may not be able to say clearly. The role of the station is to fill the steam locomotive with water and to avoid the oncoming train on the alternate line (which is necessary for a single-track railway). It stands to reason that it is enough to meet these needs when building a small station, so isn't it more economical and affordable? There is no need to spend extra manpower, material resources and materials. Back then, it was not as difficult as today to carry out construction in the depths of this mountain, and it was several times more difficult to carry out construction in the depths of this mountain. So, can you think like this, the small station was built like this based on the consideration of the future: with the development of society and the increase of population, there will be villages and towns within a radius of dozens of miles from the small station, and then there should be passengers who come to take the train. If this is the case, it is clear that people at that time did not expect that the development of society and the increase in population would not concentrate in the mountains, but spread out of the mountains. The mountains are getting more and more crowded, and the mountains are getting more and more depressed. Not to mention this small station, it is this railway, and it is difficult to say how long it can be used. It may not be long before it becomes a historical monument, along with its infrastructure.

From the trapezoidal slope at the south end of the platform, the woman walked up to the platform. After a few more steps along the platform, stop and look at the station. It is a good location to see the small station, and you can have a full view of the facilities of the small station. But I dare say that what she sees will create a sense of desolation in her heart. This small station, which is the only one living and popular for me, already likes to be silent in loneliness. In the past, the steel equipment, which was shiny and rumbling, was also rusty, dull and cold, and was corroded. In the first two years, I still like to see the platform as a stage without a big curtain, and the train from south to north as a singer who sings. Nowadays, the singers have gradually forgotten this place, and it is difficult to come again, and the platform seems to have discarded the memory of the past.

The woman finished watching and walked towards the station office. The west slanting sunlight sprinkled on the platform, stretching her shadow very long, and the half of her body facing the sun and the backpack she was carrying were inlaid with a light golden edge, and her face was slightly light bronze, in this warm light, it looked classical and mysterious. Her figure is even, her waist is thin and her hips are wide, and her head is held high, which highlights the characteristics of women, and the steady pace tells my eyes that these two legs that take turns to support the charming upper body, have a strong pedaling force, if you play the rabbit and eagle game, you will be able to play the eagle and take the opportunity to plot against the man, so that you can't find the north.

All in all, it's a healthy, resilient and adaptable body. I once read in a book about outdoor sports and survival in the wilderness that people with such physical literacy can be in harmony with nature, no matter what kind of contact they have with nature, because they themselves are the result of natural forging and nurturing. Yes, in addition to this, I also believe that her extraordinary bearing and unrelenting charm are also obtained by her walking in nature, and nature intends to give her additional forging and nourishment, which makes her unique. The closer I got, the more I felt that the bag on this woman's back was a little too big, and the top of the backpack was rolled up into a roll of moisture-proof pads, all of which exceeded the top of her head. She's not going to carry her family on her back, is she?

Passing the middle of the platform, the woman slowed down and framed her frame with the thumb and forefinger of both hands, aiming here and there, and curling her eyes as if studying composition and light and shadow effects. It can be inferred that she should have some photography experience, and maybe she is still a photography enthusiast. Closer again, the willow leaves with crooked eyebrows can also be seen clearly. What do you mean by the Eight Classics? I just didn't deliberately repair it. I like to call things that aren't too artificially carved as serious things. I don't know if this kind of name doesn't conform to the norms of real life, and I'm not a person who pays attention to the norms of real life, and I always like to follow my own approval, so I can't help but be a little self-righteous. Fortunately, I just play with my own playfulness and don't impose on others.

Seeing her as she was about to walk to the station room, I stood up and leaned against the backlight of the window. In fact, there is no need for this, but it is a peep, and it is easy to do subconscious actions. At this point, the oblique sunlight would reflect strongly on the windowpane, so I could observe her as closely as possible, but she couldn't see me at all. However, she was steady, I was restless, and my hot heart was pounding with her approaching footsteps. I didn't feel it very well, her feet were squash rackets, my heart was squash balls, and my sternum was the bouncing wall; My heart twitched with every step she took, and I felt the silent air in the station room ripple with a powerful shock from my sternum.

Five or six meters from the south gate of the station office (the only door in and out of the station office), she stopped, blinked a few times, and then opened her eyes with a focused expression. I know she was stopped by the couplet on the door. This couplet comes from my own handwriting, and I somehow transform the famous couplet of the sages and philosophers into self-righteous transformation, and evolve it into a text that is unique to me, in order to show the feelings of the self. The color of the couplet has faded a lot, but the handwriting is still clear, and a normal eye can still see the stroke of the pen from the end of the hook! The point is, her focused eyes are as bright as the sky and sparkle with inspiration. Needless to say, this is also naturally bred, and it should be full of ingredients from the mountains, and the sharpness is not below me.

When she tilted her head slightly and read the upper and lower couplets, her eyes lifted to the side.