After overcoming his hunger, Yanagi found a moment of peace. When the train departed from Xinyang, it was seven o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark at the moment, and the train continued to run in the night, holding the nest head in his hand and leaning on the back of the chair, Liu Fang was actually a little sleepy, and he was napping on the back of the chair in a daze. Because it is night driving, the passengers who get on and off the train gradually become fewer, when passing Shaanxi Weinan Station, there are already empty seats, Liu Fang grabbed one nearby, sit on it, although it is a hard plate seat wrapped in green leather, after all, there is a seat, very comfortable.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the car arrived at Xi'an Station, more people went down, there were more empty seats, there were actually three vacant seats, Liu Fang grabbed one at the right time, half lying on it, Meimei ate the rest of the nest, and moistened her throat with saliva. There were fewer passengers in the carriage, and it was midnight, except for the rumbling sound of wheels hitting the rails, there was no noise in the carriage, and the air became better. In the dream, he saw his aunt's tearful eyes, saw the helplessness of his sister Liu Xia, and saw Brother Afu's confidence and shrewdness...

Yang Liufang woke up and it was already dawn, rubbing his sleepy eyes, walking through the empty carriage and finding the bathroom. It's not as crowded as last time, I don't know who put a corner of newspaper in it, Liu Fang completely solved the internal urgency, recklessly washed his face in the small bathroom, and stretched his feet under the faucet in turn and washed it with a thin stream of water. When he came out, although the vest and shorts were still worn, he was in a new spirit.

The car was more empty and you could find a seat to sit down, and Yanagigata found a place with a window, and although it was a hot summer, the morning in the northwest was slightly cool. Liu Fang closed the window and saw a different scene through the glass.

Different from the sloping roof of the blue tile and white wall in the south of the Yangtze River, the adjacent houses are compact and orderly together, the houses here look dilapidated, most of them are low-rise loess bungalows with walls, scattered and distributed, occasionally there are roads, and only small animal carts are seen on the road. The sky was blue, the white clouds drifted slowly, and not far away were the bare barren hills, and then the mountains with a little green on the tops. Farther away, it is connected with the clouds, and there is a feeling that the mountains are high and the clouds are low, and the morning fog is low.

Like the tops of the mountains in the distance, the barren hills nearby are dotted with a little sparse herbaceous plants; Unlike the Loess Plateau described in the book, these barren hills and the Yellow Mountain are a little reddish, only occasionally there are yellow paths flashing by, Liu Fang thought that the ditch in his hometown hill was the same as the drainage ditch used to prevent collapse and mudslide, and later when he went to the mountains to sell small commodities, he knew that it was the villagers who herded sheep and stepped out of the road when collecting medicine.

With the increasing flow of people, the bungalows are relatively neat, with occasional two- or three-story buildings appearing. When you can see the road again, you can see not only animal carts, but also motor vehicles, but most of them are military-green trucks. Liu Fang was looking at the unfamiliar urban environment in a new way, and a voice came from the radio: "The station ahead is the train terminal, Xizhou, Xizhou is the capital of Northwest Province, and it is the political, cultural and educational center of the province... Xizhou is an important town on the ancient Silk Road..."

It was nearly nine o'clock in the morning, with the sound of a screeching brake, the train stopped steadily, and Liu Fang got up and followed the sparse people towards the door. After getting off the train, follow the brick paved road, follow the direction of the flow of people, walk to a white board with red paint written "outbound" staircase, the station is built against the mountain, not far from the mountain. Unlike many people with large bags and small bags, Liu Fang was bare-handed and alone.

After leaving the station, there is a two-story auditorium-like building, and the words "Xizhou Station" are written in red on the building, and some people say that Xizhou is wrong, but until now Yanagikata has not found anything wrong. On the ground is a large open space paved with large square bricks, surrounded by willow and cypress trees, and tall street lamp poles stand majestically, this is the square in front of the station, and you can see the round red, blue and white three-color spliced buses outside.

The morning sun is not as scorching as in Hangzhou, the air is not as humid as in my hometown, there are people selling cigarettes and toys with boxes, stalls, people carrying large bags and small bags on trains, wearing white hats, all kinds of people and so on.

Liu Fang avoided the sun and the crowd, along the wall of the station building all the way out of the square, across the wide road, opposite is a row of various shops, the door of the shop is placed with a large iron pot, the wooden board at the door of the door with black or red font crookedly written "beef noodles" three words, all restaurants are almost every one, a little shop in front of the door there are women with Muslim headscarves and men with small white hats, busy and enthusiastic to greet guests.

Yanagi didn't listen to the greeting and walked along the sidewalk in front of the store. Not far away, I saw a few people, squatting at the door with a large blue bowl with Muslim characteristics to eat noodles, Liu Fang thought that there were many people here, so he walked in, the four wooden tables were already full of people, a few people were waiting in front, Liu Fang followed forward, and heard the guests in front of him say:

"The boss has a bowl of ga bowl, more soup, more radish, more garlic sprouts, and more spicy seeds." The clerks were busy with themselves, and they didn't even lift their heads.

Liu Fang didn't understand the northwestern dialect spoken by the other party like a machine gun, and when it was his turn, he stepped forward and deliberately said in Mandarin: "Boss, I'll eat a bowl of noodles." ”

"Gada?" The clerk still didn't look up, but replied with a thick northwest accent,

Liu Fang thought that the other party didn't understand, so he said again: "Boss, I'll eat a bowl of noodles." ”

"Gada, wide and thin?" Liu Fang still didn't understand, and a person who looked like a cadre on a business trip patted Liu Fang and said, "He asked if you wanted a big bowl or a small bowl, wide or thin?" ”

Liu Fang realized that considering his own money, Liu Fang said, "Small bowl, thin." ”

At this time, a person behind him got up after eating noodles, Liu Fang sat up, and an old woman with a headscarf put away the bowl. Liu Fang waited quietly, and saw that the person who looked like a cadre just now behind him had gone out with noodles, and his noodles had not yet come up, and when he looked back, a bowl of noodles on the windowsill was there, a few slices of white radish, white and green garlic sprouts accounted for half of the bowl, and red chili oil was spread on the side.

Liu Fang timidly asked, "Is it mine?" ”

"Hmm" The other party was still busy cooking noodles for the people behind him, and he didn't raise his head. It turns out that there is no waiter here to bring you noodles.

Liu Fang served the noodles, and then turned around to find a seat, but it was already occupied by others, so he could only go to the door to eat outside like everyone else.