Entering the room I had cleaned up for her, she put the large backpack in her arms on the tin cabinet at the door, then looked around the room, and walked to the window with her hands behind her back to satisfaction. Outside the window, above the mountain tops in the distance, a few stars appeared, and they were exposed and hidden, adding a little vitality to the lonely sky and the gloomy mountains.

"'In the city,

Little Star,

sparsely shiny,

Too much light eats their figures. ’”

She hummed a few nursery rhyme-like songs, and after humming, she turned her back to me and asked, "Have you heard this song?" I said I hadn't heard of it, but it sounded good! I thought that answering this would encourage her to continue humming. I want her to keep humming and go from humming to singing to her heart's content. In the station room, when she showed her singing voice, I had such hope. If she was willing to open her voice at that time and come to the last paragraph in its entirety, then the glory in the station room would have increased many times, and I am afraid that it would have broken through the roof. Then, in my smoky memory, I will search for her to belong to the heroine of that opera. I also firmly believe that if my ears are lucky enough to enjoy her singing, it will definitely be deeply rooted in my memory and will never disappear.

"In the city, the little stars are sparsely shining. What beautiful words. But then it smelled rotten. She said. Looking at the stars here, I feel how pitiful the stars in the city are. In the air, which is heavily polluted by all kinds of exhaust fumes and miscellaneous lights, I don't know how much effort it takes to show my head. ”

Her head remained motionless towards the top of the mountain in the distance, as if to keep an eye on the dodging stars with my invisible eyes.

"The world is moving more and more to two extremes: either it is muddy, or it is icy and jade. People have to choose between two extremes, and there is no middle way. Alas, it's all nonsense, adding to yourself. Now, I just hope that it will get dark soon, and as soon as it gets dark, I can 'see the moonlight in front of the window,' I don't see that it is frost,' raise my head to look at the bright moon,' bow my head and feel lazy and homesick." How's that good poetry, isn't it? ”

"Good poetry!" I opened my mouth and replied.

"Why don't you say that you are stronger than Li Bai!" She chuckled with her back to me. My face is hot under the brush. Fortunately, it was her back to her, otherwise she would have seen Guan Gong in a play.

"It's just like that——, it's nothing and you can say it's a good poem, how much conscience do you say you have to slap in with a woman!" She chuckled. My face was hotter, and I caught up with a pot of charcoals. I should have run to the water tower and dip my whole face in the water of the cistern.

Since I was a child, I have never complimented a woman so much! What's wrong with me? Just because I haven't seen such an attractive woman in a few years? That's it, I can't lie to myself. The glamorous woman has captured me entirely, and I have a slave-like impulse. In fact, at the first glance, I was on the path of being willing to be captured. That's all there is to men. However, there is also a slight disturbance: in this way, the seriousness of my working class must not be dismantled one by one by her irresistible charm; I always thought that I would be able to sit on the throne of the general in time for the war years, and I should develop rapidly in the direction of a scumbag with thick bricks and a flattery without a ceiling!

"Just kidding, don't mind!" She still had her back to me. "Actually, I mean, the moon won't be very big tonight, but the moonlight will still be bright. You know this better than me, are you a real mountain man, you know a thousand times more about the moon in the mountains than I do. I've guessed you've sung a lot of poems about the moon, but you didn't bother to stick them on either side of the gate. There has to be such a song: The mountain and the moon rise quietly, that is the heart of the big cake I washed, and I hang it in the night sky as a silver lamp. ”

She turned around and took two steps back, the smile on her face that made her eyes slit. The ceiling lamp with average illumination outlines the eyes of this shape in a strange way, reminiscent of a cat that has just woken up. However, my wolf-sharp eyes let me see the deity: extremely sharp, aimed at the inadvertent, ruthless in killing. This is not two seams that look soft, these are two crescent-shaped hair-blowing blades, which can pick your tendons and veins, cut your skin and bones while speaking.

"I'm not poor with you, my head is poor by me!" She said with a smile on her face. "Come on for real. I have heard that the moonlight in the mountains can become silver in the pocket. When the moonlight climbs up the window, the window will be covered with silver, and you can peel it off layer by layer with your eyes while lying on the bed. Peel off a layer and wrap it all over again, and if the moon doesn't set, you can't finish peeling it off. If you peel it quickly, you will be able to reap as much silver as He Shen, and you will be richer than the rest of the country. ”

Is this also called a real Ge'er? Is there a base for the real character? Strangely, I was willing to listen to it as it really was.

For the rest of my life, I was standing at the door, and I didn't follow into the house. I don't think it's appropriate to go inside the house. The door was pulled outward, and when she opened it, I stopped at the door when she walked in with her bag in her hand. The grooved wooden thresholds lie horizontally underfoot, defining the inner and outer lines.

Seeing that she was almost ridiculous, I seized the time to ask, do you need to hold the bed and futon? She said no, she could use her own sleeping bag, which was not used to it, and by the way, it could also avoid wear and tear on state property.

She's addicted to my sarcasm, and she has to piggyback on a few words. But her sarcasm no longer embarrassed me, but made me feel very useful, and my heart was inexplicably comfortable. It seems that two people who meet in Pingshui, especially the opposite sex, are not afraid of sarcasm but politeness. sarcasm is the deliberate attempt to break through the barrier, and politeness is to deliberately build a wall between the two; Sarcasm brings people closer, and politeness pushes people away. Experience-wise, sarcasm is awkward first and then comfortable, and then it can make people feel at ease, let go of unnecessary guards, and relax each other; Politeness is first comfortable and then awkward, so that people bother to fortify: you add a stack of bricks, I will add a yard of stones, you come and I will go, the result is that each other is guarded, tired of both sides. She teased me again and again, showing that there was no need for us to work together, and that she did not treat me as an outsider, did not rely on her charm to be polite, and rejected people thousands of miles away. The distance between me and her was shortened by her sarcasm again and again.

Her reply without a futon made me breathe a sigh of relief. The few bedding in the small station are all left by the old-timers. Although I am diligent, I have washed all the sheets, and I also carry the cotton cover outside to bask in the sun every now and then, but the cloudy smell of men is always entrenched in the cotton wool that has lost its elasticity, and it cannot be dispersed. In fact, at first, I was not used to this smell, but after a long time, I was assimilated by this smell into a sense of intimacy, and then gradually developed an indescribable dependence: every night after getting into the bed, I had to drag my head to my nostrils and sniff deeply, or I would not be able to sleep soundly. Excuse me, does such a futon have the qualifications to be attached to the body of a charming woman?

When I came to clean up the room, I had this extra mind. After cleaning up the unsightly clutter in the room, he rolled up the bedding on the bed and carried it to another room, leaving only a mat made of straw on the bed.

Before that, I hadn't heard her say she had a sleeping bag. But judging by the tent bracket and moisture-proof mat tied to the top of her backpack, she must have a sleeping bag in her backpack. It's also a must-have for backcountry hikers.

The small station at night sinks into the silence, and the surrounding mountains will return to the silence of the small station to deepen.

She turned off the lights early. Walking in the mountains for a day with a heavy bag on your back, no matter how good your physical fitness is, it is impossible not to get tired. But I wasn't sure if she was asleep, or if she was lying on the bed, peeling the silver from the window with her eyes. Joke about it, where do you have so many economic minds, and the fantasy of making a fortune is not suitable for swimming here. Anyway, she can't pretend to be a person who is addicted to money, and the moonlight in her eyes can only be natural particles from the distant night sky, and has no commercial value.

"'Raise your head to look at the bright moon', bow your head and be lazy and homesick." Is that really the case? It's supposed to be "bowing your head and thinking of your hometown", right? A traveler in a different place, in the moonlit night, homesick, as a matter of course.

When everything is silent, the wild life in the mountains should also sink to sleep—except for those who walk at night. For a while, I didn't hear much wolf howling, which may be the cause of the drought. Is it true that when a wolf howls, it consumes a lot of water on its body? But you can find a mountain spring in any place in this mountain, and if you take a sip of it, won't you replenish it? The wolf should not lack this heart.

This year, there is surprisingly little rain in the mountains, and I don't know where to move to the rainy scene that has come in previous years. Fortunately, the original vegetation in the mountains is well protected, and the water culverting capacity has not been damaged, and the large and small mountains are still as lush as in previous years, and the flow of the mountain springs cannot be seen. If you are like the mountains in many places, if you are bare, you will have to dry up and smoke.

I turned off the lights and stood out the window to look out, the trees on the platform seemed to be dormant under the night sky, but I could still feel it with my eyes when I breathed softly in secret. It's a poetic scene, and it's easy to elicit in the mood. Suddenly, I remembered two crooked poems I had written: "The wind in the hollow valley is sluggish, and the moon is guarding the door in the quiet night." "Oh, when she said how I wrote poetry, why didn't I think of these two sentences, it didn't feel bad, it was better than "that's my washed big cake heart, I hung it in the night sky as a silver lamp". It's good that I didn't think about it, but I didn't dare to take it out when I remembered it, and I was upset. Frankly speaking, I really don't dare to show it in front of her, I really see that she is the female Cao Zijian, or another Mrs. Bai Langning; She longs to meet a bosom friend who is beautiful in poetry, a few steps into poetry, and passionate and flying. What am I, a reckless man who works out of coolies, a lone traveler in the mountains, except for an inexhaustible strength, all that remains is a wooden brain and a clumsy cheek with a stupid mouth. I moved my gaze to the tallest tree on the platform:

Tower-like canopy stretching out into the night sky,

With the silver glow of the moon,

Dormancy.

Mountains in the distance,

With the stars as the background,

Undulating lines are drawn.

I waited for the night,

Further deepening.

The night is finally deep, let's start. I left the window, gently pushed the door open, and listened intently. It's still quiet in the hallway. I tiptoed out the door, walked down the hallway, turned into the station room, opened the door to the station room, and turned around to carry a heavy chair to the door. - Couplets on both sides, no problem, keep it; Horizontal batch on the lintel, there is a problem, take it. Climb on the chair, gently remove the horizontal batch, and knead it into a ball. I felt that the sleeping mountain behind me opened my eyes and smiled secretly.

I should have written another horizontal batch to fill the gap, but I didn't think about it properly: what do you mean, selling knowledge? Just your little ink, forget it!