I don't know what "nest" means, I feel that maybe I heard it wrong, maybe it was "trough" or something else, but at this time it was raining, and there were people coming and going at the pick-up office, and we didn't want to stay long, so we didn't ask carefully, turned things into the small truck, and drove into Chengdu in the drizzle.

The small truck is smaller than my golden cup, the wheels are only the size of the basin, and the hair is straight and floating, the small flower road makes me endure a little, and I will take this small car in the city, and the dirt road in the back of the mountain will be replaced by the yellow sand car, because the road over there is not very easy to walk. I said in my heart that if you really do this business, don't care how glamorous it is in the handicap, you have to be like a thief when you get to the ground. This line of work seems to be playing a kind of seesaw in the hustle and bustle, and it is rare for everyone to think so.

Chengdu is a very good city, I had classmates from here when I was in college, talking about the beauties and snacks of Sichuan, which made us drool, and the best word to describe this place is "comfortable", but this time I am afraid I have no time to enjoy it.

The truck took us into a small alley in the north city, and across a street you can see the front of Sichuan University, which is full of yellowed yellow cement old houses, which seem to have undergone the transformation of the old city, and are embellished in several places, making this ancient image usable, but congenitally insufficient. Look carefully at the old house or the old house, at the end of the alley, there is a small guest house, the guest house has no signboard, only a wooden board with "accommodation" written on a few red letters hanging at the door with the wind.

We parked the car and went in to bypass the humble front desk (if that thing had to be called the front desk), and suddenly it was clear that there was a very elaborate European decoration in the corridor, the floor was all solid wood, and the corridors were full of oil paintings on both sides. Xiaohua told me that this is their handicap in Chengdu, this guest house is not open to the public, you have to ask, there is no room all the time, the signboard is just a disguise, and it is full of guys coming and going.

We each went into the room, took a shower and relaxed, a local Sichuan Tangkou guy took us to eat Korean steamed buns, and walked a few old streets, and ate a butter hot pot for supper at night, I relied on, I knew for the first time that I also ate hot pot for supper, in order to go to the spicy feeling, I drank six or seven bottles of beer while eating and rinsed my mouth, and I still ate the back of my head numb, and I almost didn't faint.

The most interesting thing is that I couldn't find the toilet in the store, so I asked a girl, maybe she had drunk too much and her mouth was not good, and she said, "Where is the toilet?" The girl immediately became angry and scolded in Sichuanese: "The old lady is not a toilet!" "Laugh at the little flowers.

This is a typical experience of sightseeing, to appreciate the local characteristics in the fastest time, speaking of which I am a guest, Xiaohua is the host, so habitually take me a hasty walk, early the next morning, we left Chengdu, on the highway, all the way without words. During this time, I have long liked this kind of long journey, and Xiaohua didn't deliberately chat with me or anything, but I don't know why, I didn't feel anything strange and embarrassed, maybe because our backgrounds were too similar, and I seemed to see another side of me in him.

In this way, we each stared out the window, or slept with our eyes closed, looking at the mountains, the clouds, the sky. The scenery slowly changes, the mountains get higher and higher, the road gets narrower and narrower, and every time you wake up, you will find that the scenery around you is getting more and more mountainous. That night, we got down and changed into a yellow sand car with better off-road performance and officially entered the mountain road. And in the darkness of the night it was another night.

Finally, the next morning, when I woke up from the bump and got out of the car to breathe, the first thing I saw was the legendary four snow-capped mountains.

"Siguniang Mountain." The driver of the car said in Sichuanese, "The Alps of the East." ”

I stood on the edge of the ring road, one more step into the abyss, the view in front of me was extremely good, I looked at the green peaks in front of me, and the huge snow-capped mountains behind me, the dark green and snow white have never been so harmonious, maybe only nature can call up such a different but matching scenery, everything is cloudy, beautiful to make people tremble.

However, this kind of beauty does not have a sense of domineering, but feels very soft and mysterious, Siguniang Mountain, you stand there alone, what are you thinking?

I can't help but feel strange about my sudden lyricism, I have been to many beautiful places with the fat man before, but when I first feel it, I will always be overwhelmed by the fat man's witty words, and it is rare to be separated from him this time, and it feels so different. Maybe I'd be better off writing something pretentious than being a grave robber.

"This is the eldest sister, this is the second sister, the third sister, that is the younger sister, the youngest sister is the tallest and most beautiful, more than 6,000 meters tall." The driver continued, "We call it the Four Girls, the area here is full of Qiang people and Tibetans, and there are a lot of Qiang people in the place where we go, remember not to sit on their thresholds, and don't touch their tripods. ”

"What is a tripod?" I asked.

"In every Qiang family, there is a pot village, it looks like a tripod, they call it Himi, Himi hangs an iron pot on it, and there is a bonfire below, it is a 10,000-year-old fire, it will never be extinguished, tens of thousands of years ago their fire god gave them the fire to spread the fire, so, the fire is very sacred, I used to have a friend, spit into the fire, and then ......" Xiaohua said while brushing his teeth, "I bought more than a hundred sheep to bring him out." ”

"You've been here before?" I'm a little weird.

He smiled at me, "It's a long story, it's something about me that you wouldn't want to know." ”

When I looked at his expression, I felt more hypocritical, but after taking a breath of fresh air, I felt that it was not bad to be hypocritical in the early morning.

The last part of the road had to be carried by motorcycle, so we called a few locals to drive the motorcycles, negotiated the price, got all the things off the car, went to the village closest to the road, looked for the surplus labor in the village that had not gone out to work, hired three or four people, pretending to be photojournalists, and asked them to help with some moving and carrying things. A few more motorbikes were chartered and everyone was transported to another village in the mountains.

When Huo Xiangu came here, this was really a deep mountain and old forest, and now it is much better than then, although it has also experienced a lot of trouble, but finally on the third day of arriving in Sichuan, it entered the vicinity of the cliff they said before, and it is only half a day's journey from the nearest township. At this time, the fat man and the stuffy oil bottle should still be on the way to the mountains in Banai, Guangxi.

The feeling was very similar to that in Banai, except for the climate and customs, which made me a little more settled, and we used mules to carry all the equipment with us, and walked along the base of the cliff, and soon found that caves began to appear on the cliffs, one after the other, and in some places they were so dense. "Some of the holes are covered by the trees, but there are more holes above." The locals told us that this kind of cave wall is everywhere on the surrounding mountains. The locals call this fairy moth, and I don't know if it's written like that, it sounds a little weird.

I asked Xiaohua, "How's it going?" Do you know which is the cave where they found the silk book? Xiaohua shook her head and said, "The old lady didn't come up by herself back then, and after so many years, even if there were marks left back then, I'm afraid all of them are gone, I only know that it should be in the middle, and the position is very high, we have to look for it." With that, Xiaohua began to ask the others to unpack their equipment, and then began to trace the entire cliff wall, numbering all the caves that could be seen.

"Looking?" I looked up at the cliff and felt a little dizzy, and my heart said how to find this, how to eat up and down. Moreover, I suddenly felt that these caves are so familiar, so many, how do they look so much like the meteorite full of holes of the Queen Mother of the West?