Chapter 374 Yuwen Chongfanwai 2

He went to Yosevena, and on the fourth day there was the full moon night, the innkeeper's daughter took him to the Moon River, and a full moon fell on the river, as beautiful as a painting.

On both sides of the river, there are young people playing guitar, young girls will give the flowers in their hands to the people in their hearts, and there are also street performers who are singing and singing, the tunes are gentle, like folk songs.

He used to ask: "Can I play a light rock?"

The other is in his thirties and has long hair: "I don't play well."

"It's ok."

The street artist then played a rock song, which was probably too lively, causing young men and women to dance.

He took a stack of paper money from his wallet and put it in the piano box: "Thank you."

The other party said too much in English.

He smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and left.

The girl who walked with him chased over and asked, "Do you like light rock?"

The girl's name is Sol. She is young and under twenty years old. She is the youngest daughter of the hotel owner. She stopped studying very early and served as a guide for tourists at the hotel.

Yuwen Charge is the most handsome guest she has ever seen.

He said, "No."

He walked ahead, his slender legs striding lazily, and his voice was like him, always inattentive. The female guest of the hotel always said that he was like a wandering ghost, without a soul, but he had a pair of extreme Beautiful skin.

Saul felt the same way.

"There is such a person, she likes it." He smiled and glanced back at the Moon River. "She was originally studying the cello and later became a rock singer."

He will laugh too.

Sol suddenly felt that he had a soul, but he was lonely and hid.

She couldn't help but ask: "Is she a girl?"

He didn't answer, walking faster and faster, and Sol speeded up to keep up: "Yosevina still has many attractions, I will take you tomorrow."

"No need."

She asked why.

He has a low voice and can read English very well: "I came here just to listen to the guitar sounds on the Moon River, and I'm leaving when I'm done."

Saul paused.

She seemed to know why this handsome guest came to Moon River.

The next day, he flew from Yosevena to Park Tianmai. It was a place with only autumn. It was bleak and cold all year round. Park Tianmai had a lot of rain. There was no clear weather for a week.

He met a woman there, a very beautiful oriental woman, and like him, was trapped in the bed and breakfast by the rain. The woman's surname Qiu did not say a name. She said she was a lawyer and specialized in divorce lawsuits.

After dinner, the rain stopped for a while, and a house of flowers was planted at the back of the bed and breakfast. The rain washed the petals away. The courtyard was full of earth and grass.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

Yuwen charged a flower: "Do not mind."

She didn't mind the rain on the wicker chair, sitting directly on it, the skirt that grew to the ankle fell to the ground, she took out a cigarette, lit it, and expertly swallowed the clouds and spit out the smoke ring.

"Do you want one?"

She took one from the cigarette case and handed it to him.

He took it, biting it in his mouth, twisting a red flower in his hand, playing with interest.

The woman walked over, slipped a match, and gave him a cigarette. The lady's cigarette, long and slender, was held between his middle and middle fingers and he took a sip.

"how about it?"

Yuwen Charge contained a cigarette and his voice was hoarse: "Too light."

She laughed and twisted the match on the ground: "Next, where are you going?"

"do not know."

She walked over to him, wearing a low-necked sling over her long skirt, her skin exposed was very pale, and there was a mole on her left chest. She leaned close to him, and she was almost close: "Want to go with me?" "

He turned his head to look at her, smiling Yapi: "Do you want to soak me?"

She smiled, her eyes full of charms: "Yeah."

Yuwen took a step back, took the ring around his neck, hooked his finger, shook it, and smiled swayingly and coldly: "Miss Qiu, I am married."

What an unfamiliar man.

The woman smiled and took out a business card from the cigarette case: "If you want to get a divorce lawsuit, you can find me." She put the business card on the wicker chair and brushed the rain on the skirt and entered the house.

He stood under the rain shelter of the flower garden, smoked the smoke, and picked a flower he knew, chewed in his mouth, the astringency of the flower, and the astringency of the smoke, mixed together, numb the taste buds.

The rain started again, and the business card on the wicker chair didn't know where the wind blew it.

He spent half a month in Buputian Mai, and left. Without booking a ticket in advance, he went to the airport, wherever he had a ticket, he went. In September, he didn't go to Xie Dang's tour. Xie Dang came over the phone and sent the princess temper for a long time.

I do n’t remember how many places I ’ve been to, and I stopped, every time I went to a place, he would send a postcard to Jiang Jiusheng, he had seen a lot of landscapes, and had met all kinds of people. .

It was under the Alf Snow Mountain. He met a shoe polisher. For three days, he polished shoes in the same place, or was wearing that worn cotton jacket with a bamboo tube on his body. laugh.

"Sir, do you still shine shoes today?"

He sat down.

The man was the same as the previous two. He talked a lot, and he lowered his head to polish shoes, and chattered in his mouth: "This is my last day to polish shoes here. I will return to my hometown tomorrow."

He just listened, not answered.

The man ’s English is very crappy. He said he was only thirty-five years old, but his face was as old as fifty-five years old. He seemed to be in a good mood and kept talking about his affairs: "My hometown is separated from here. Half of the earth, to come here to see the snowy mountains was the wish of my wife during his lifetime. "

He smiled and his eyes were very vicissitudes: "I wiped my shoes here for six months before I had enough money to go back."

This time, after finishing the shoe, Yuwen Charge gave ten times the money, but the man didn't collect it, only the one he deserved. It had been four hours since I came down from the Alf Mountains. It was dark at that time.

The man hasn't closed his share yet, seems to be waiting for him specially.

"Sir, have you seen the bamboo tube I hung on my body?"

Yuwen shook his head.

The man's eyes were red: "I can't go back to my hometown tomorrow." He squatted on the ground to clean up the stall. "I have to find my wife's ashes."

It turned out that the bamboo tube he had been hanging on was filled with his wife's ashes.

Unfortunately, the shoe polisher had never found his wife's ashes. When Yu Wen left the city, he was still polishing shoes under the Alf Mountain, but he never laughed again and never told his story again.

The following year, also in mid-July, Yuwen charged back to the country and did not tell anyone that he just went to listen to Zen, a master monk who opened the altar to lecture, and he heard what Ms. Tang said, she gave him time to go Listen.

Probably, Ms. Tang also knew that he could not see the red dust.

After the end, the Taoist monk called him and said, "You have a relationship with Buddha."

Yuwen charged Nijun can't help: "Does the master want to persuade me to become a monk?"

"Due to the fate of the earth, Buddhism only crosses people."

The Buddha crosses the world, but he can't cross him.

He returned the scriptures to the master: "The vulgar thoughts are not over yet, I am afraid that the Buddhist shrine will be dirty."

It doesn't matter if he can cross, he doesn't want to cross.

If it were to be said to be catastrophe, let him go beyond the catastrophe.

"Everything is false, and if you see different things, you will see them as you come. All things are like a dream bubble, like a dew, like electricity, you should act like this ..."

Behind him, the voice of Master Yuanyuan's chanting was no longer audible. When he left the Buddhist hall, a woman blocked his way: "Sir, buy a peace symbol."

He said, "No need."

Turning away, the woman held him and said earnestly: "Buy one, can bless your family and love your happiness."

He glanced at the yellow rune paper the woman put in the basket: "I don't believe this."

The woman let go and asked the other pilgrims if they wanted to buy a peace symbol. Today, all the people who came to believe in the Buddha have bought a lot of people.

There are so many believers, but he is not.

However, he turned back: "I want five."

The woman smiled and handed five to her: "Fifty dollars, sir."

Yu Wen Chong put all the cash in the wallet in the basket.

Just come, come here, superstition once, if there is a Buddha, don't come to ferry him, it is enough to let these five peace symbols appear.

The next day, he went to the North Pole again, where he stayed for half a month, and watched an aurora. The people who were traveling together exclaimed, somehow, but he felt it was not enough.

Time went round and round, just shaking for three spring and autumn, his hair stayed on his shoulders, on the prairie of Gurbin, he found a teacher, and pushed his head flat.

In his tent, there was still a black man named Alger, a backpacker who had been with him for several months.

Alger came back from the outside: "Why are you writing a letter again." He would write one every month.

Yuwen Chong didn't explain it. He used a local charcoal pen. He was not used to it, and the writing was really ugly.

"I'll go to Brook next stop." Alger asked, "Are you still together?"

"No." Just because the words are too ugly, Yuwen charged down the charcoal, crumpled the stationery, and threw it into the trash can. "I will return home tomorrow."

Alger was very sorry: "There are still many places to go."

Yu Wen charged and shaved his hair, as hard as a barb. He took off his shoes and lay on the moisture-proof pad. The ring on his neck slipped out of his clothes. He said, "Tired."

On the day of returning to the country, Jiangbei snowed in the first snow and accumulated a thick layer, which is rare in the south.

Jiang Jiusheng was afraid of the cold and wore a thick coat. The hat and scarf were tightly wrapped. The hand holding the mobile phone had been frozen red: "Did you get off the plane?"

"Well, it's time to export."

His tone was lazier than before.

Xie Dang walked in front of Jiang Jiusheng and saw someone: "Yuwen!"

Yuwen charged and looked up, smiled, and walked over the box. He wore a long cotton-padded jacket, the hat of his coat was buckled on his head, and the zip was open. It was darker, and my eyes seemed colder.

He glanced at Xie Dang: "How did you straighten your hair?"

Xie Dang, as always, was arrogant and smelly: "My face value can control curly hair and straight hair."

Yuwen Charge threw the box to him: "Don't take it seriously when talking about Mobao."

Xie Dang: "..."

Three years later, the mouth is more poisonous.

"Sheng Sheng," Yuwen charged came to her, "I'm back."

Her eyes were reddish, and she said that she had adjusted the wine long ago.

He said, don't get drunk.

After so many walks, I thought that the uneven traces of the years had been stepped on. When I saw her, I made a comeback.

Only, what does it matter.

As they did at the beginning, they can drunk unscrupulously and talk about the world without talking about Fengyue.

Next time, Xie Dang talks about Mobao

(End of this chapter)