Women are good to say, the law of man. But women think that what should be said is easy to say—if you don't let it be said, you will be sick—but if a woman thinks it shouldn't be said, don't bother in vain.

Women are the makers of secrets and the guardians of them; Secrets are untouchable treasures of women, and women will keep them as if they were guarded. If you don't know how to touch it, the uncultivated ones will make you feel gray, and the well-cultivated ones will almost adopt the same attitude: ignore them. However, the effect is quite comparable, and it can make people who are not interested in it lose face. Fortunately, we don't have anyone here, and her face is twisted out of the window again, so I don't care about what I eat, and it is smoother to digest than the kind that others laugh at.

In the silence, I was bored, and began to reflect: When you drive a train in the mountains, you go around and around, a railway worker, you don't use your rectum to play any tricks, and people are disgusted. A little smart really can't be pretended to be a big smart, and the test of intelligence is no different from the test of boxing, and it has to be limited by magnitude. The magnitude is not equal, but you can't fight on the same stage, otherwise it will be miserable. Well, let go of your curiosity, clear your non-trivial thoughts, and people will walk by without leaving a trace. As for where you come from and where you are going, it is purely a private matter of the people themselves, and it is up to you to do so. You can just stop and rest your breath, and entertain them reasonably, and please put away the extra branches. - That's probably what people think.

The current impasse was created by me, and breaking the impasse naturally fell on my shoulders. But I, a rough man who does stupid and good work such as picking a sledgehammer, carrying sleepers, and unloading train wagons, will undoubtedly drive ducks to the shelves when I do this work. I just lack the ability to do that. How good it would be for her to be able to carry on the past. I would have thought that the slightest movement of her blood-covered lips would melt the spring breeze and rain, and the ice and snow would melt...... But she was still facing out of the window, her lips were tightly closed, and her waist was stiff when she sat upright, I don't know if it was her waist that was helping her lips, or if her lips were lifting her waist. In my opinion, this is deliberately difficult for me, so that I can seriously ponder and ponder, what is called the bell must be tied to the bell, taste with heart, and what it is like to suffer by myself. - Maybe I'm careful.

There is no power to borrow, there is no momentum to follow, so you can only swing your own rod to catch up with your own shelves. Isn't it just to speak, and it's not to open your mouth to eat poisonous mushrooms, and you can still die! Then open your mouth, there is nothing to talk about, where are so many useless entanglements. She was looking out the window, and it was not difficult to find something to say, so she moved the words closer to what she saw.

"Look how quiet it is. There is an all-round silence inside and outside the station. The biggest advantage of a small station without passengers is that it is quiet. Tranquility is good for people's health. ”

I was determined to speak, and I said this. She raised her face, but she didn't turn around as I expected, still looking out the window. But I could see that she didn't hate me talking. I continued:

When the four people stand in a small station, it is basically quiet. It's just that in the silence at that time, there were still some sparse noises. After the three old-timers are gone, they will be as quiet as you see now. In fact, the quietness of the small station began in the last few years after the end of the steam engine era. In recent years, with the increase of highways and the continuous rerouting of railways, the original noisy here has also been sucked away by the tide of the new era. After becoming a small station by myself, Qingjing entered into a thoroughness. But it's hard to say how long the complete silence of the small station can last. Because of the value of the existence of the small station, one day is less than one day, and it may be completely abandoned one day. What follows should be dead silence. Qingjing was buried by death.

"Oh, just because the railroad has no transportation value?" She asked, turning her face back. I nodded affirmatively.

"There is no transportation value, and there is tourism value!" She said, her eyes widening into my eyes staring at me and pausing slightly. I seemed to understand all of a sudden, and my eyes widened. She seemed pleased with my apparent reaction to my understanding, got up and left her seat, and said with great interest:

"The old railways in some countries in Europe and the United States have been developed into tourist lines, and they are equipped with luxury tourist trains, with boxes of various grades, as well as large luxury boxes specially prepared for the rich. The dining car is a panoramic style, sitting in it, the lakes and mountains along the way, can't stop the gushing inward, it's really called a person in the middle of the painting! Those small stations with a sense of history and the rural crossings with a strong local flavor are all favorite attractions for tourists, making people forget to return.

"Now, when domestic tourists travel to Europe and the United States, they have to take such a train, in the flowing luxury space, to take a foreign landscape painting in the middle of the tour, to appreciate the exotic beauty. Tourists from other countries flock to it. Stupid ideal, with so many people cheering on the scene, can the income be not big? If something historical is used well, there is no such thing as having no value. History itself is value.

"You are going to guard the cornucopia and be a beggar, and you will make yourself poor. Why not learn from these successful experiences of Europe and the United States? Our people do lack innovation, but there is no lack of imitation, and we can always succeed by learning! Don't worry, at least I haven't heard of foreigners applying for this as a patent, so there is no intellectual property protection problem, you can copy it as it is and use it for my use. Taking a step back, do our countrymen care about patents, intellectual property rights, and the like when they are profitable? Isn't that just a blank piece of paper, a few machine-typed lead words! As a profit-seeker in our territory, we are inappropriately infringing on infringements, and we are embarrassed to greet each other. ”

She laughed and smiled charmingly; I laughed too, and it should have been rough.

"Just kidding, just kidding, I'm not obligated to instigate you to break the law." She said. "But you really have to learn to use your brains to think about development and seek a way to survive. Now, isn't the country a national tourism, everyone is willing to pay for tourism in the pocket, throw money, worry only that there are no new things, fresh varieties, with a dreamy color, novel artistic conception is less. The so-called tourism is still at the level of taking a commemorative photo and eating a flavorful meal. It can be said that whoever catches this business opportunity first will be able to make a fortune. How many people are there in China? Can China afford to have the number of rich people? If you can operate it as a tourist route, with a luxury tourist train, and make some couples' rooms or something, this cold line will not be so hot that it will catch fire, and the surrounding mountains will have to be aggrieved into plains. At that time, the benefits will not be comparable to transportation alone. ”

Her vibrant eyes looked out the window again, and she turned sideways and crossed the standing field with her outstretched fingers.

"You look at the environment of the small station, I really can't think of any kind of words that can match the beauty of this place and the tranquility here. The alternate line can be used for the special train to stop here for the night, and the empty field next to it can be used for night barbecue, grilling, roasting, and popping beer. When the night is so quiet that you can hear the breath of the stars, how wonderful it must be to fall asleep with the moonlight through the car window, and where can you find such enjoyment?

"You can also visit this little station! If you don't want to charge tickets for free, by the way, you can also sell some of your small station springs, and the RMB will not flow into your pocket! I dare say that some dollars, pounds, francs, and marks can flow in, and the ruble doesn't matter. But you have to look at it, don't be fake! ”

With that, she turned around and smiled at me. I felt some heat on my face. Really, I really saw in this smile the mockery of a well-informed man of a lonely mountain man - I was careful again. However, I really didn't mean to belittle myself, and now in front of her, there are more and more reasons for my face to be hot, and I can't control myself. Take the foreign currency she mentioned,—— if there is such a day, I am afraid that I will live up to her expectations: how to see it, I don't know it at all, and how can I tell the real from the fake.

You're really good, glamorous woman, and you accidentally lifted me up.

Putting away her smile, she folded her arms and turned out the window again, and whispered, "I think everyone who comes here will think that they have entered a fairy tale world." I was lucky enough to be one step ahead and read the real-life Hans Christian Andersen. ”

When she spoke of Hans Christian Andersen, the sunset cast from between the two mountains gilded the places outside the windows with gold: the gravel of the roadbed, like gold nuggets scattered together; The leaves of the hundred-year-old tree on the platform are shining golden; The tallest building, the Water Tower, resembles a burly general in a pure gold robe, gazing at the mountains opposite. Where it is not covered by the sunset, it is a quiet blue, like a deep ocean floor, hiding an unknowable mystery.

Fairy tales, fairy tales that have nourished countless souls, these scenery in your eyes are all materials that organize your world, right? How many tentacles of your world have stretched out to this world? How much does your world have to do with it? How many fairy tales are there in this world that we can see? Can you give a practical basis for measurement, as well as quantitative standards?

In the past, Xiaozhan also gave me a fairytale-like feeling. When I stood on the top of the opposite hill and looked down at the small station, I seemed to see a fairy tale. But in all fairness, it's all slim and not definitively determined. Today, after she said this, the fairy tale sense of Xiaozhan really became clear and clear - my perception system was like a light-sensitive film put into the developer, and the content hidden in it was quickly revealed. Yes, this place has long been full of fairy tales, and it has long been a part of the fairy tale world, especially after the trains have passed less and less, and I am the only one left. It's just that I don't have this kind of sensibility like hers, I'm still too rough.

Indeed, when I was left alone, the tranquility of the small station became one with the tranquility of the mountain, and I was no longer willing to be separated by the noise of the outside. There is no difference between distance and proximity in the tranquility here. As far as my cognitive preference is concerned, tranquility is the first condition for the composition of a fairy tale world. I also deeply believe that only with the condition of tranquility can the background color of the fairy tale world be made, and the many colors that depict the fairy tale world can only be clearly highlighted on this background color.

Her speech and emotion were also clearly inclined to my preference - tranquility.

However, the tranquility of the fairy tale world is not the tranquility of stagnancy, but the tranquility of dynamics. The dynamic tranquility of the small station is everywhere: the long or short starlight, the thick or light moonlight, the whispering mountain stream, the birdsong in the depths of the mountain forest, and the white clouds shining in the sun, when passing by the small station, in the depot, on the roadbed, on the platform, on the roof, what a complete tranquility, what an indispensable fairy tale world! I was originally a person who worked and lived in a fairy tale world, but my dullness made me waste so much enviable time. If it weren't for her today, I don't know how long I'd have been in it.

Attractive woman, what kind of unfathomable charm do you have? If you wish, will the light of your charm be invisible and impenetrable? You are not an ordinary person, at least not an ordinary woman. Do ordinary women carry a big bag and walk alone in this empty, barren and wild mountain? But if it weren't for that, how would you have come all the way to this quiet station and offer your discoveries?