Our side and back, while worrying about how to return to the town. My mind is not particularly worried, because secretly figuring that if the steel is no way to check ride to the car, I'll come back Bird Island camping, I imagined longing scenery sunrise sunset. Of course, the girls did not say they leave is limited, is not enough time worrying about it for.
Go halfway, there is the van through, we energetically waving. Stop-open passing car opened, and read out the car ride did not take the artificial dispute that we are. Fortunately, the final car was stopped, and we got on many thanks. They are chartered in Xining play together, we see a pair of middle-aged couple insisted the driver take us.
Wife is the Beijing Academy of Social Sciences to do research in Qinghai, the husband say they are not at ease with her together, his wife insisted that he is here to rub her travel expenses to play with. Two people laugh and play like a like a wedding, people envy. They told us the village people around Xining, annual income less than 200 yuan, so we are very shocked. I told them that after injury, they are very shocked that we had these young people are too crazy, so must get to drive in Tibet.
Our town out of the car, he saw a truck parked on the roadside, ran up inquiries. The driver said he could take us to the steel check station, 200 yuan. We are secretly glad and hurriedly returned to his room to pack things, 20 minutes later, the cab was packed with people, hit the road.
Lu has been along the Qinghai Lake, the entire road were rebuilt, cars always have to open on the grass. All the way over, almost all the roads are under repair, it is now, the western development of the most visible signs of the. Traffic is even worse than yesterday, the driver is not the time to the mouth filling some beer, got angry and chat with passengers.
I finally found a car accident after-effects of the first, as long as the car, on the timid as a mouse. I have two hands tightly holding the driver's seat back, his eyes still fixed on the road Muguangruju at any time report to the driver on the gravel road, and sheep manure (being me as a big rock to report) distribution. Begging the driver from time to time and then slowly opened slowly, are engaged in a car who told me glower. Since then, the car would no longer for me a pleasure, and every time to get off hands and feet are numb, limbs cold, transfixed: (
Qinghai Lake has been on the roadside tens of meters away stayed with us, view a considerable beauty. Beach Road, Zhuhai, we can imagine the scenery, a bit like. Here I will not describe the secondary reason is to save everyone's time, mainly because my eyes 90% of the time pondering the road in the abstract beauty of the scenery on both sides so it is basically turning a blind eye, reluctantly written, but also in vain.
After a small village, the driver went down and bought bottles of beer, had been blown away the bottles. Then we saw the tracks, the train. On both sides of the grass sparse, afar the appearance of the farm tractor in the wilderness like a wild horse on the run like a cast of wheels, the steel plow in the weak sun shining Han-guang, of course, it does not leave behind the clip-clop, leaving only grassland long Pikairouzhan like wounds. I do not want to stress once again that this scene gives me pain, because it made me tremble with fear at the moment are those who have been the driver coming down the beer belly.
Five-point more than when the car entered the town of steel investigations. The run-down town amazing, rarely seen on the road, and only a few children at a walk; houses缺胳膊少腿, and some did the roof and some walls collapsed and a half; how it all as just gone through a war the same.
Drivers unfamiliar with the way the town and asked for a long time until probably find out. A garbage flying around the big open space in front of us a little dropped.
Three of us looked at each other, could not believe this is what we imagine the traffic hub. We looked and looked, and even personal video did not, all the and the railway station-related features also could not find. Ticket window? Waiting room? , Which has affected at all. Even far the most iconic - oxen gone. We really think they have been the driver's played.
Fortunately, there is a sharp-eyed girl, through the wall to see the station license, the above 'steel Cha' word morally Mingjinggaoxuan. We are tough over the fence, to be convinced that this is a place we can train, because we see the platform. We relieved, but once again committed a worry, can squat on the platform there will be a train stop, let us to it?
I left to see luggage, the girls looked for someone. After a while, they excitedly the back, to find a owners, and agreed to let us into the dispatch room Xie Zhao. At this time, days have been overcast, and we as a group of moths are a light bright like the Pujin scheduling room.
With the light shining It is no exaggeration to describe, if you have a late night train speeding over the wilderness experience, and that those who like meteors glide like the window of the small station lighting will hurt you get used to the black eyes. The April 23 evening, I was sitting in such a small station by countless people over the years, most of them will face expressionless and looking at a small house close to the cut off from, even the names are not bother to ask onwards.
However, the 23-day night, I sat in the dispatch room, listening to the whistling of the wind outside the window, and my heart there is no gratitude.
There are two dispatchers on duty. A fat one thin, long all came to handsome, 30 years old; there is a middle-aged man accompanied them Laoke (later know the clinic's). They told us to Golmud in the car until after 12 o'clock. Girls listening to complain incessantly, a tremendous blow to so that they immediately fell asleep on the sofa.
They are some good people, though soon I see the contradictions between them. Clinic at 60 degrees to play a full bottle of Highland Barley Wine, in the fat scheduling request, I'll drink with him, apparently, he was afraid of the medical staff in the dispatch room drunk.
Chat will be, I dispatchers have a better understanding of the work. In addition to shift things, in the post when not allowed to read books and newspapers, listening to music, in other words, in addition to pick cars and pick the vehicle and what are not allowed to dry. You can imagine, the two big men, middle of the night just sit in the dispatch room, 12 hours, in addition to looking at scheduling table, consequently not do is Han taste. A month to do 20 days, break for ten days. Dispatcher with the thin, then 10 days have not put the time difference reversed, but also to the shift of the.
Gradually, as we had no words, dispatchers have only looked at the calendar and thought but also on the 10 days of classes to moan and groan. Have their cars and go down to receive gas lamps on the carrying vehicle. Through the window I saw their shadows are lengthening the lights dim again pressure is short, almost hear their uniforms are west of the fluttering sound of the wind, you can not help sadly.
Medical officer and finally drunk, asleep when speaking before a bit self-serving thing, I heard not even true, about the discussion follows, we hear stories of when the right:
Story 1: from the train station not far away, buried the bones of more than 200 Shanghai educated youth. Originally a cavity hot-blooded passionate youth, now a pile of bones to grow old. I do not know whether the soul back to the Wu-ning soft-speaking south, saying that still occasionally came all the way to the white-haired woman Wani, in the open space side of wandering in the sunset under the Dai Li. Away from home than I think they still Ying weak, than I do young children, Zhi Jiaoren understand the cruelty of life; not to mention those they left when the love of their parents, perhaps decades later, still do not know their beloved where the children perished, I really called: feed was broken-hearted song in mid-Office, the moon night, short Matsuoka.
Story 2: At that time, Yu Chunshun disk hang in a small town a few days, often sitting on the junction tavern to drink a couple and their meet, the shock of Heaven, accordingly purse help solve the problem. I bid farewell to the road, took out the last several oceans and handing him over, I did not spit a thank word, without looking, step like meteors, far away.
Story 3: A winter, a train from the station, throwing a beautiful girl in the platform. Girl without looking across the tracks, went straight away Qinghai Lake. Late into the night, the girl a dust return to, sitting in the platform tears. At that time, a few degrees below zero 20. Dispatchers will be persuaded into the room of their rest, the girl is always in silence. Morning, the girl left on foot, leaving only a Korean note since then not seen any sign.
By Jiu Li, soon to wait until the morning. I woke the girls, the next station to the platform waiting for a train. When the train slowly to enter the site, I turn around to the dispatcher that the next time you go through certain look. He faint smile return to Tao: I have already applied to the Qinghai-Tibet line of work, I do not know Where is a small station that time, another!
Author: xiangdaipian
