Past events on West Street

I'm not old yet, but my heart is full.

Many things have overflowed, many things have not been remembered clearly, and many people have blurred their appearance or names.

I'm not old yet, but my heart is full. Many things have overflowed, many things have not been remembered clearly, and many people have blurred their appearance or names.

The night talk around the fire is all wanderers on the wandering road.

The small fire pit built of bricks was roaring with bonfires, and the wood was crackling softly. The wine is Heqing barley, and the appetizers are finely chopped pig ears drizzled with sesame oil. Unfasten the placket, pick up a "Lanzhou", and insert the wine bottle diagonally into the charcoal ashes. It is warm and pleasant to drink.

There was no place to put the side dishes in the plastic bag. Someone grabbed a book from the corner of the table and tore off a few pages and spread it on the edge of the fire. The person who put down the chopsticks first suddenly burst out laughing and looked around, and on one of the pieces of paper was a photo of me holding a tambourine.

I circulated the scrapbook with great interest, all wanting to find my jade photo in it. I really found it, so you scrambled for it, and the book accidentally fell into the fire, and it ignited. The leftover pages turned into black butterflies and danced in a waving manner, and a few large soft characters on the book cover began to twist and deform in the light of the fire.

This is a book describing Lijiang. It is said that the sales are very good, and it has been reprinted several times.

So everyone laughed and didn't say a word. These books, which are specially used to fool tourists and exhaust their hypocrisy, should be burnt.

At this point, the topic revolved around the areas passed by on the road and began to expand indefinitely.

Mixed in Lijiang, floating in Lhasa, Xia Yin in Dali, what in Yangshuo?

A brother asked me: "You have traveled so many places, what is Yangshuo like to you?"

I don't have much to say, so far I've only made four trips to Yangshuo. Twice alone, once in a carpool and self-driving, the last time was to attend an old friend's wedding.

I found that I was very incompatible with this place in Yangshuo. I've rented a bike, and it's been rained back before I've ridden two miles. Tried the beer fish and was annoyed by the mouth full of small fish bones. Drift, but with a Nanning businessman who kept calling customers. I accompany a friend to find a beautiful girl to strike up a conversation with and later found out that it is a wine holder. The few times I went to Yangshuo, either the heat was suffocating to death, or the sky suddenly turned cold to death. In the years when I was singing and walking in the rivers and lakes, I also sang in Yangshuo. I had a fever and sneezed in the light rain on West Street. I couldn't stop my nose while singing.

Even, this place gave me an unexpected blow... Fuyao novel

Past events on West Street

When I visited Yangshuo for the first time, West Street was already a famous and legendary place.

There is a saying that the flowing water is unintentional, and the white clouds are unintentional. My first trip to Yangshuo was purely a misunderstanding. I am such a bright, noble-minded person. I planned to go to Weizhou Island to inspect seafood cooking and buy some cheap bananas to eat, but I missed the bus to Nanning.

I bought a bowl of rice noodles next to the station and squatted by the roadside waiting for the noodles to cool. In the midst of boredom, a minibus with a Yangshuo brand passed by, and the conductor kept shouting: The last bus, the last bus... Between the lights and flints, I vividly recalled the things I missed in my life. Those buses, when their brains are hot, they get on the bus with rice noodles.

There is a saying that urges the horse to find wildflowers, no matter where he goes. If you can't eat bananas from Weizhou Island, then try Yangshuo's beer fish. I love to drink beer, but I haven't eaten beer-grilled fish yet, and I can't believe my mouth is full of anticipation.

Later, I met a pair of brothers named Jiang Shan and Jiang Dong, both of them are good at cooking. My brother Jiang Dong gave me a bottle of rare Guilin Sanhua wine, which made me a drunk cat. Brother Jiang Shan looks like Andy Lau when he was young. He opened a Guangxi restaurant called "Corner Alley Cuisine" in the ancient city of Lijiang. He is a strange person hidden in the market. He is the most literate of all the restaurant owners I know. There is a small blackboard in front of his store for many years, which reads: The so-called harmony is that we cook for you, and then you solve it for us Food and clothing so that everyone does not have to go hungry. In addition to the small blackboard, there are also a few paragraphs written with a bald brush on the white wall: I am not very promising, at most, it is impossible to be harmonious idealism, I want to open a corner shop for a lifetime, and I want to look old after the old. You staggered here, sat in a corner, ordered a few side dishes, ordered a pot of wine, fried and fried the past years, and chewed slowly.

Jiang Shan's Garlic Spare Ribs and Beer Fish are the signature dishes, which require a reservation. He always thought that I liked the beer fish he cooked, and every time he cooked fish for me, he would pick up the fattest and largest fish, which could fill a whole big iron plate. But I don't know that the chopsticks that I stick out because of my affection have a deep psychological shadow every time.

When I first arrived in Yangshuo, I received a welcome gift - it was freezing rain as soon as I got off the bus. I stared at the cold rain oozing out the window, and felt the single clothes on my body. It's only an hour's journey from Nanning to Yangshuo, so why did it go straight to late autumn from the end of summer?

I took off my coat and put it on the drum face, and in just a few minutes I was drenched in the cold. Outside the darkened station, there were three or two private taxis with suspicious behavior. The drivers were silently staring at people without attracting passengers. What was more silent was the majestic mountain shadow. The large group of black mountains, probably because of the night, looked strange and did not look like a mountain at all. Instead, it looked like a large sand sculpture that was artificially cultivated. in front of you.

After ten o'clock in the evening, I touched the entrance of West Street. The young tourists were full, and I couldn’t afford to live in a more expensive inn, so I paced the streets like a lonely ghost. During the journey, embarrassment and embarrassment are inevitable. It is reasonable to say that the rain is really nothing, but I clearly remember that I was really suffocated that night and wanted to scold people. Not because of the street in the rain, but because of the street where people are really speechless.

I had been presupposed too well before, and I was terribly disappointed. At that time, everyone just started to criticize the commercialization of Lijiang. Many people used Dali and Yangshuo to disprove it, saying that compared with Yangshuo, Lijiang has fallen. I came to the freezing rain with the mentality of avoiding the hustle and bustle, but I didn't expect to see the lightbox signboard full of pits and valleys first. Maybe I went wrong when I went. I didn’t catch up with the moist and rich West Street in Yangshuo. The West Street in front of me is a small replica of Lijiang Bar Street. I saw the big white-legged girl dancing in the store...

For a while, I felt sorry for Lijiang and regretted following a group of people to scold Lijiang for their pompousness. There are mountains outside the mountains. It seems that Yangshuo has more potential than Lijiang in terms of glitz.

Before midnight, I touched a small bar that seemed to be unplugged. The boss was playing with the acoustic guitar, and I was carrying the tambourine and set the magnet with him. After chatting for a while with Jimi Hendrix, got the chance to sleep till dawn for twenty bucks in a small room of eight square meters, with no pillows... It was an impressive night, and what really happened that night It's cockroaches. It is thin, athletic, and crawling fast. I want to catch it or not, it turns out that cockroaches run so fast.

I slept into the afternoon with a stuffy nose - too much dampness and my buddy got a cold.

Small bars don't need part-time musicians, and my tambourine can't match the impromptu Solo that pops up at every turn. I shyly thanked myself for going out, but I couldn't open the glass door no matter how I pushed it. There was a cry from behind: Pull in!

It was still rainy and wet outside the door, and there was a damp cloud of white smoke as far as the eye could see. It was still a signboard, but there were a lot of wiggling heads - it was crowded when crossing the road. All of a sudden, it makes me feel like I am back on Qiyi Street in Lijiang Old Town.

Wandering the long street, sighing and groaning. Forensic Qin Ming Series

The vast land swept past, and there was no tile to cover up the land. That’s all, after eating the beer and fish, I don’t believe that there are so many signboards and so many tourists in groups on Weizhou Island.

When he turned around and was about to go, he grabbed his pocket, and the moment his fingertips touched the bottom of the bag, the tiger's body shook and the chrysanthemum tightened, and he stumbled to a halt.

Oh shit! Where's the wallet?

Woohoo. This is when the house leaks and it rains overnight, and the cough happens to my aunt...

With tears in my eyes, I looked back suddenly, at the people who were walking in the rain alley with oil-paper umbrellas, which one of you is the thief who clamped my wallet?

I don't have the courage of a middle-aged healthy woman to squat in the street and grab the ground. I want to scream and think about the people in Guangxi who can't understand my Shandong scolding...

That's it, that's it.

God can't starve to death, the tambourine is still on the shoulders. If the five lakes and the bright moon are there, there is no need to worry about nowhere to lay the golden hook, and if the shoulder drum is left, there is no need for pork head meat. Dating doesn't cry, let's stand up and work to earn ticket money.

I'm not being hypocritical, I really didn't have much money back then. Although there is a professional status as a host, it can only bring about a relatively decent life in front of people. Like other wage earners, they suffer from credit card debt headaches. Hosts in the system are no better than freelancers with brokers in contract companies. Back then, I only had a fixed monthly salary in the system, and this industry has the slowest salary increase. It’s really not as generous as outsiders think. There are also ways to earn extra money, but I really hate going to concerts. There are several commercial performances in a year. Over the past few years, any surplus savings have been donated to major airlines and the beloved railway system.

To be honest, at first, I walked around the world with a tambourine behind my back, it was because my family was not rich at that time. It's just that some things you keep doing and doing, don't make any sense, and others add meaning to you. Later, many people praised my behavior of traveling without a bank card and carrying a musical instrument as a romantic wandering. I don't know how many times I blushed. I also want to buy a first-class ticket to comfortably fly to Lhasa, Sanya, and Urumqi, but I am not willing to spend that money. I also worked as a house slave. For three years, the sum of the sums in several bank cards was not even a ten thousand yuan household. In addition, I always wanted to keep working and travel without delay, so I only had one show every year, and I was comfortable, but apart from food and clothing, I really wasn’t a rich person, so I didn’t have to travel, so how could I travel? sunset

Fortunately, the mentality has been relatively stable. I was born in a poor art school. I studied with a group of poor painters who were indifferent to their aspirations since I was a child. Under their influence, I really didn’t take wealth too seriously when I was an adult. When I was young, I didn’t care much, but after I took refuge in the Three Treasures, I was even lazier to seek wealth. God treated me favorably and gave me basic food and clothing, which has made me very satisfied. Life is too short, and time is fleeting. You need to spend too much of your life on this.

It is not necessary for those who have lost their love, lost their jobs, and suffered setbacks in their lives to choose a gypsy-style wandering life. If the power that pushes the legs to the unknown journey comes from my heart, what does it have to do with wealth? If you love to travel, then go to travel. It doesn't matter how far you have money, you can travel as far as you can. How far you can go? Therefore, I have been helping shop owners paint murals, play drums and sing songs on the streets, or sell my own folk discs. I have been traveling in this way for many years, visiting many places, and getting to know many passers-by and prodigal sons.

Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of brothers in the rivers and lakes. From Mohe to Taipei, there are always friends who take care of meals and lodging. I am defined by the host's identity label, and there is no utilitarian relationship with each other, just pure temperament. To be friends like this, how can people not hesitate?

In the past two years, the economy has eased slightly, and the number of domestic trips has gradually decreased. If the plan allows, it will take five years in earnest.

I know that I can readjust my mentality back to the sunny days of the past in minutes, and I will definitely be the same as before, and make many new friends from all over the world.

However, I will never be able to play that tambourine again.