My driving skills are very poor, but fortunately there are few cars at night, so although there are a lot of various signs along the way, I can almost take care of them. And I have walked it twice before, and I still know the route.

Driving is different from the usual experience, and you may be able to recognize this place at a glance on the road, but sitting in the driver's seat, there are countless uncertainties in your heart, and you can't figure out whether this familiar place has come or not.

I'm what people call a road killer in the news, and I really want to put a super loudspeaker on the roof of the car and shout that the road killer is on the road, and the ghosts and gods avoid it.

Jiang Fu's car has something that Zhe Xi has been wanting to install countless times, that is, a row of bright and powerful headlights on the roof, which can adjust the direction of searchlight in the car.

In fact, it's not much use, that is, if there is a car in front of you in the city and still turn on the high beams, the moment of awesome coaxing is coming, a row of headlights are fired together, let's see whose bright! Since you won't let me be good, then none of us should think about it.

Just because of this row of headlights, the front bumper must be strong and crash-resistant, in case the car illuminated by the headlights is a temper, you dare to shine on me, the steering wheel turned over the middle double yellow line and hit it, let's die together! Then the bumper becomes a lifesaver.

"This is just the most inferior method," Zhe Xi also knew that this method was unreliable, "If I have the ability, strength, and ability, I must make a small tank over, you try it according to me, and dare to rob my way, and dare to change lanes back and forth in front of me, I will press it as soon as I throttle!" How much money does the car pay for, we can afford to buy tanks, there is money! ”

So sometimes when I see a vehicle running around on the road, I'm really worried about what he will do if he really bumps into someone like Zhe Xi one day, it doesn't matter if the car is crushed, it's not good if the person is injured.

This is just a common complaint, why turn on the lights when you don't agree, say good things. I really agree with Zhe Xi's other sentence, "Driving in the city, there are so many traffic lights, you just use seventy-two changes, you can really drive a small tank, see the stitches, the accelerator pedal is earth-shattering, and it becomes several lanes in a row, let's not meet at the next red light." ”

At this point, the two chatters finally had a common language, discussed some basic skills of pitting people together, and finally had a trace of peace.

Fortunately, I didn't encounter those complicated road conditions, and the car drove all the way out of the city, from high-rise buildings to bungalows, and then there were no street lights, and there were few people.

Xishan is not a strange place, I went to it a few times when I was a child, and my grandfather was also half a herdsman in the auspicious Four Treasures, so he often drove his flock over.

Every time through the cold winter, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the grandfather will drive the sheep to the vicinity of the foot of the mountain, although there is no beautiful scenery of the wind and grass to see the cattle and sheep, but there are still many shrubs, and the newborn lamb in winter has begun the most difficult journey.

It's far from home, and it's usually nearly a week to go out, and the food and sleep are non-stop, so the first test for these little lambs is that they have to keep up with the big army. Since birth, they have been running on the flat ground at home, so their hooves are still very tender, and it is impossible to wear shoes like a human, and there are many plants on the road that have long thorns, and basically every lamb walks home after such a circle, the hooves are bloody. The third test is the cold of the night, where the temperature difference between day and night is very large, and the sheep are close to each other to warm each other when they rest at night, only the strongest can sleep in the middle, and the thin ones are squeezed to the edge and can easily freeze to death.

I have seen the lamb go out for the first time, walking and falling down, lying on the ground helplessly shouting, the blood on the hooves stained the white hair on the body, I wanted to go over and pick it up, but was stopped by my grandfather, who was usually obedient to me, he said that this section is a must for the sheep, I helped it this time, next time I have to bear it, how can I not hide, it can only rely on its own to get up again.

At that time, I felt that my grandfather was so ruthless, and I didn't talk to him for a long time. Now that I think about it, in fact, people and sheep are the same, and difficulties are used to resolve rather than avoid.

Grandpa didn't raise sheep for survival, but really loved it, and I often saw him sitting on a small stool facing the sheepfold, and he looked like a day, and he didn't feel tired at all.

There is no road left, and there is a winding dirt road. I like this kind of road, bumpy up with an alternative sense of rhythm, sometimes the pit is too big, the slope is too steep to hit the accelerator, hard to bump or the body involuntarily leave the seat and sit back heavily, this feeling is too enjoyable, if the seat is a little harder, you can also experience the pleasure of being smashed into several halves, sometimes you can even feel that everything in the stomach is turned upside down, and when you fly up the slope, it seems to return to the top, which is sour.

Why is the accelerator of the car so sensitive, a little movement has a great response, and encountered such a bumpy road, every time the foot is unconsciously pressed down a little, the speed of the car becomes faster, the next time it is more bumpy, and then faster, the owner's distressed complaints have long been drowned in the car's protests.

Bright headlights can't illuminate much distance, the night is the general trend, even if you have some ability, it can only affect such a small place, maybe the night watching a play looks at you, and there are some other tones in the boring life that can be adjusted.

Scattered green all around, many places are similar to Gobi gravel, once this was definitely not the case, the surface is at least covered, in recent years there have been more grazing people, unconsciously there is a trend of becoming Gobi.

The master once asked me why my grandfather's sheep had been raised for so many years, and he had to kill a batch every year, and only kept the number at fifty. I said it wasn't him who was gluttonous, it was me who was gluttonous.

Somehow I remembered it, and finally I had the right answer for it. It's not gluttony, it's not cruelty to kill, fifty sheep is just enough to feed a family, and if it is allowed to breed, maybe the first two years will be abundant, and the next few years will be gone.

Grandpa once said that people who live a life should know that they should be satisfied and have enough to live on their own. Don't be rich, when you get rich, you start to think about some messy things and become restless, and don't be too poor, too poor to think about how to make a living every day, and lose your ambition. It's best to live like this, saying that the poor are not poor, saying that the rich are far behind, and not worrying about food and clothing, but you can't let it go, and you have to be busy every day.

When there is something to ponder, no matter how noisy it is, it feels quiet; When I force myself, the small voice feels too noisy.

The older generation of people, they are only poor in cultural knowledge, maybe a little informal, or stubborn, or limited by the vision and environment, many ideas are incompatible with modern people, but carefully taste, they are great. They don't know what long-term vision is, strong beliefs, and they have been feeling in the natural world all their lives, but they just feel that they should do this, so they do it, and future generations remember their deeds, so they have these words.

Deviating from the direction I explored the first two times, Zhe Xi said that he sensed a different direction.

Passing by a small house, a window, next to the door, which was built by the herdsmen, it contained water, food, ignition materials and clothes, and even some wine, medicine for bruises and sprains, which was not privately owned, but communal. To this day, they still maintain this tradition, and anyone who has been here consciously updates the contents just in case.

I look at the old house, which is much older than our public facilities, and it is still undamaged, with wooden windows and iron doors, and strange combinations.

This is probably the hut where my grandfather and I stayed, and at night I wanted to carry the little lamb back into the house, but he wouldn't allow it. Angry, it took some effort to close the door, and then it broke, and then we had a lot of trouble installing an iron door.

It was here that I saw with my own eyes the sight of goats walking on the cliffs.

Jam on the brakes!