Eve from the bus station out of Changting is 21:30, a human tricycle pulling us through the main street, both sides is full of ordinary, but as new, the old cottage, the bottom is the all-shops. The national standard of China's county town looks like, let those of us who admiring the way feel cheated feeling.
Yesterday morning stroll Street, a cobbled road about 78 meters wide, irregular traders stalls randomly occupy both sides of the space. Intermittent ancient brick wall caught my interest, contrasting with the red brick tile-roofed house, together constitute the landscape of this street. Unfortunately, the big old house door covered with weeds, Xiu Fu wooden doors to hang on the correspondence of the rusty locks shall not be Entering. Until this can be framed and an old man in the blue Qiang Li detour into a small side door only allows us to glimpse at a faster pace.
Through the dilapidated and damp, dimly lit lobby of the alley, the owner was eating lunch after the hall, to our rush but to no resentment, let's lightly visited. Consent of the owner's endorsement, I went to a small mezzanine floor. A thick layer of dust and debris everywhere, indicating there has been a long time that no one stayed. Next to the window to the position of a row of chairs outward benches, is the backyard watching the women of foreign guests of the place, both sides of the symmetrical parts of the second floor of the corridor will be organically connected. At this time, a thin old man upstairs, I asked this beauty through and return horses gallery is not here, unique architectural style. Chat to open later, I was informed that this old man surnamed Wu, is this building, house to-human transmission, the following is his tenants to eat. He was born here, has more than 60 years, in addition to the countryside in 1969 back to 1976, has never left home. Date from his great-grandfather, the house has been 150 years of history, largely to maintain the original style, at least since no memory of how he changed. Only because of the dilapidated state of partial collapse and damage is very serious, if it is allowed to continue, in ten years may no longer exist啦. Conversation, Wu Daye has no surface expression, as if about does not belong to their own stories. I declined the invitation of Wu Daye left meals, rushing toward the next target.
Most of the ancient buildings have only from the humble side door to enter. There is a side door from the inside, is a small lawn, covered with weeds, the only one among rusting vat filled with rainwater. Ping at the end of the left is a white brick gate, red paint and life-like characters in a narrow brick like the arch, revealed here have been brilliant. Into the lobby, several uncle staring at a small TV seen great interest in how not ignore us when these uninvited guests. Beyond that walked, that is, the location of the main hall, foot, 2-meter long 80 cm wide black plaque hung high in the middle, a few root huge stone pillars standing in the hall around, in addition, has had no What could explain this building houses the past啦. Cardboard will be separated into several halls a few small rooms, the rest became a debris piled up to, like a makeshift shed.
Did not encounter other tourists along the way, we continue to shuttle in the streets, the streets enjoying the solemn ancient buildings and relaxed casual. Since when do not know, I obsessed on the Street, but soon developed a tendency to accept defeat, he decided to change the original plan to stay here one more day. Mix the two met the day before yesterday, or according to plan to Ruijin, they do this too.
One person out of the night and then travel or streets, relying on memory, the dark night alone in the shuttle stop me being on the streets. Although we can not as easily accessible during the day, I tried to listen to old street in the dead of night, when issued by the whispered murmur, glimpse of the mysterious moonlight where it appears, of course, nothing. A group of children playing sound pierced the quiet of this night, a pair of hand of an elderly couple slowly walked into an alley of the inside. "Guest-ri seems like every family send," through every household in different lights, passing at the moment my distant invasion and fugue in prostitution in the reverie.
Today, an early rain, as I hoped. Previously also frequently encountered on the road looking forward to sunny days, but can not match this time brought joy. The raindrops as big as beans, so the early morning or streets than in a poetry. On this wet streets, the craftsmen of those hard, Aunt busy with domestic work, sit and chat Grandpa, guarding TV middle-aged women, in the two glass windows trimmed with brick wall between, with the real side of their most natural interpretation of the meaning of life. I packed in a cage like an animal, since the one carrying her wandering around for the visitors. Life is like a drama, this morning is the best footnote.
Author: wbdai
