"Beijing, it's here!"

Near noon, the train slowly drove into Beijing West Railway Station.

The whole carriage began to be noisy.

This is the terminal, everyone packed up and got off the train.

Zhiyuan was not in a hurry, he kept looking out the window, stunned.

He was far from home.

He never imagined that he would come to Beijing under such circumstances.

Looking at the slowly reversing railroad tracks, the hurried crowd on the platform, and the skyscrapers towering into the clouds, Zhiyuan felt that this was no different from Guiyang.

It's all the same, it's just the size of the city.

It's all the same, he has no relatives.

No different.

I heard that this is the political, cultural, economic center, but in the carriage, he does not feel it.

All that surrounded him was the sound of hurried footsteps.

The car stopped, and the people in the carriage got off one after another.

"Brother, let's go!" Another sleeper man spoke, revealing his white teeth.

"Hmm!" Zhiyuan nodded, he was not in a hurry.

He's going to the Northeast, here, just passing through.

At first, he didn't know why he chose to go to the Northeast, but now, he knows, there, far enough.

He now knew that he was trying to escape, and perhaps, the farther away he was, the sooner he could forget the pain.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry, the car to the northeast is tomorrow.

Today, he has to spend the night in Beijing.

He doesn't like crowds.

Many times, he likes to be quiet, the more people, the more lonely, on the contrary, when he is alone, the heart calms down.

Zhiyuan was silent, and after a long time, he finally got up, lifted his luggage, and put the guitar on his back.

In this carriage, he was the only one left.

Zhiyuan was not in a hurry, got off the train, and walked out of the station.

"After three days of driving, long enough, when, our country, it would be nice to have high-speed rail!"

Zhiyuan stood at the exit and exhaled a long breath.

He couldn't help but take off his coat!

Beijing in July is too hot, very hot, and very boring.

The air here is 108,000 miles different from Guizhou.

For a while, Zhiyuan was not used to it.

He now knew that the big cities, perhaps, were not as comfortable as the quiet cottages.

There are too many people, too many cars, and even too many high-rise buildings, he can't see far away, and his vision has been blocked.

This is Beijing, his first impression.

Here, it seems that everyone is in a hurry, looking nervous, except for the unkempt homeless man in a certain corner, he is the only one, very idle.

At least, that's what he thinks.

At this moment, he was standing alone at the gate of the station, out of place with the hurried crowd around him, and with this great city.

"Let's go, I'm hungry, and I don't know, there's something delicious here!"

Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, as soon as he arrived in Beijing, he began to feel homesick.

I miss the mountains and forests of my hometown, the slate houses of my hometown, and the bacon and blood tofu of my hometown.

Here, unlike what he imagined, it was very different.

After going through so many things, he is no longer simple and full of fantasy.

He doesn't expect to find a little surprise in this bustling and unfamiliar city, and he doesn't expect the kind of unexpected romance, life itself is a big lie.

He doesn't expect anything!

Beijing is not as beautiful as he imagined, but he is not too disappointed, and things in his life that are worse than expected can be seen everywhere.

He was just passing through here.

He didn't know what he was doing here, he just thought so, and just did it, and came to this great city.

Even, he didn't know what to do to vent his inner fear and inexplicability.

That kind of endless absurd anxiety.

Something terrible is not only lurking in the shadows or lurking alone, but sometimes, in broad daylight, when we are with normal, friendly people, we can feel very lonely, dangerous, and isolated.

Zhiyuan was thinking wildly, walking aimlessly on the street, this to Beijing Station, only more than ten kilometers, he did not need to take a car, just stroll, but also by the way to see the scenery of Beijing.

Although, in his opinion, here, except for the cold high-rise buildings, there is no scenery to speak of.

Cars are being sung one after another, and the horns of all kinds of music are singing, crying, sneering, and wailing! kept passing by Zhiyuan's side.

The glowing windows of the car reflected the uncertain faces of the hurried pedestrians, as if mocking them for living that eager and vulgar life.

They all live their lives mechanically and repetitively, day after day, year after year!

All they care about is a small area around them and how their lives should continue tomorrow.

They also have pain and trouble, and worry about things that are very important to them, but which, however important they may seem, can be ridiculous when viewed from his point of view.

The pedestrians on the street, like characters from an opera, hurrying about their own business, and they, without even noticing, blooming flowers in a corner of the street.

Only Zhiyuan, a person walking aimlessly on the street.

He felt that he was the only one of them who was alone.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little sentimental, but he couldn't help but feel proud, after all, he was different.

He is like a lost soul, looking for a different dream in this strange city.

Unconsciously, Zhiyuan walked into an underground passage.

At this time, the sound of the piano was heard.

Following the sound, Zhiyuan saw that there was a beautiful girl, at the mouth of the passage, she was playing and singing.

"I walked past you alone, and I didn't have anything to say to you, and I didn't dare look up at you...... ...... face"

"Cui Jian's song!" Zhiyuan became excited, in the past year, he has been listening to Cui Jian's songs, this flower girl, he will too.

And, after picking up the guitar, I can't put it down.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in Beijing, he saw someone playing Cui Jian's song, a beautiful girl, a real wandering singer.

She was dressed in denim, with a lot of braids on her head, wild and uninhibited.

However, she played too well, and in particular, she was very serious and did not care about the comments of passers-by.

This is the only surprise from Zhiyuan to Beijing.

Zhiyuan stood beside her, did not leave, and listened with relish.

"Little brother, yo, Martin, yes!" At the end of the song, she put down the guitar and looked at Zhiyuan, or rather, she looked at the guitar on his back, her beautiful eyes kept flashing.

"Sister, you play so well!" Zhiyuan said.

"Giggles!" She laughed coquettishly, "What's the use of playing well, you see, more than ten yuan is not enough for room and food!" ”

"Sister, are you Beipiao? Listening to the accent, it doesn't look like a Beijinger! Zhiyuan asked.

"You don't look like a Pekingese!" She said, stretching out her right hand, "My name is Qin Feng!" ”

"Wu Zhiyuan!" Zhiyuan shook hands with her, "Sister, I just came to Beijing, I'm hungry, what is there to eat around here?" ”

"Why, you want to invite me to dinner!" She stuck out her tongue and said playfully.

"Okay, just don't be too expensive, otherwise, I'm afraid that someone will stay to wash the dishes and pay off the debt!" Zhiyuan said.

"Giggles!" She smiled flamboyantly, "It's okay, there is a Sichuan restaurant in front, the taste is authentic, and it is affordable, it won't cost you a few dollars!" ”

"Sister is from Sichuan?" Zhiyuan was pleasantly surprised that he used a Guizhou accent.

He has an instinctive affection for the Sichuan people.

It is said that Sichuan people are hard-working and hard-working, and the girls in Sichuan are very beautiful, and more importantly, they make good dishes.

Xiao Yong is from Sichuan.

"I'm a student at the Beijing Film Academy!" Qin Feng said, "If you have nothing to do, just come out and make some extra money, not the wandering singer you imagined!" ”

"Sister, you are really good, you will make movies in the future, you want to make musical movies, a girl, a guitar, and pursue your dreams...... Zhiyuan imagined.

"Giggles!" Qin Feng gave him a blank look, "Don't you help me clean up, aren't you hungry?" After eating, my sister will take you to an interesting place! ”

"Tiananmen?" Zhiyuan's face fell.

The old man said that when Xiaoyong grew up, he would take him to Tiananmen Square and climb the Great Wall.

At that time, Zheng Yong was very excited.

However, Zhiyuan didn't feel anything.

"Tiananmen!" Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, "Tiananmen Square is like that, what does it mean, I'll take you to a very interesting place!" Very, very interesting! ”

"Where?" Zhiyuan can't wait.

"You'll know when the time comes, giggles, invite my sister to dinner first!"

She took his hand, without any scruples, not at all recognizing life, and the sound of coquettish laughter came, and their backs disappeared into the underground passage.

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