If you give me another chance, I certainly would not take the car early in the morning.
If you give me another chance, I will certainly supply thereafter, dry food and water.
If you give me another chance, I will. . . . . .
Car about noon to the subways, the famous Erlang mountain tunnel. Find a space, the driver sit safely park the car, leaving the phrase "5 o'clock in the release" of the missing. We are blocked in front of Erlang Mountain Tunnel, in the long list of trucks, cars, buses, jeeps them. There are 5 hours, or 300 minutes, or 18,000 seconds.
I started calculating that require much patience, you can put the inside five hours every second of every minute.
Passengers are obviously also gifted and experienced surprisingly soon as there is no doubt that there is no soon as complaints calmly went their own ways. The weather is still warm, the car will soon be. We get off one after another, each a walk.
Under an atmosphere of calm is also a car. Street is a restaurant and small grocery store, the price a fair arrangement. People who are willing to spend money, called one or two vegetables, sat down to eat slowly. Can not blame them, though costly, did not take solid food, it must bowl of noodles. Boss equally.
Restaurant with essential mahjong. Carried to the table under the shade of a tree, without effort can Coushang table, with many spectators.
China for the whole thing as not many, and mahjong both men and women may claim to be a will, river north and south of the prevailing forms of entertainment.
Two years ago, were seen everywhere in Chengdu, mahjong, parks, streets and is surrounded by most of the time were full. Blue-gray melody of people constitute one after another square graphic, occupying a building of this building and the next gap. Soon as sound or full of gas, or hesitant to voice the cards, each out "paste" into Duanhe and followed by the regret to blame, coupled with the buzz surrounding spectators, in the warm autumn sun, softened The vague, do a trace of Yi Gu old-fashioned.
Mah-jong table now appears to have gone back to the house, so the air under the provision be retained only the sound pops, with ambiguous temptations, people Fu Xiang Lian Pian.
And in this car is the car apart from the local, national essence drying it straight and land in broad daylight.
Quintessence of this nature is not virtual name for itself, especially in such times, calm and soothe the nerves of the role of the Zhuo Xian. Looked at all attentively look, that 18,000 seconds is not a big deal this time.
More and more cars. Along the queues move forward, at the end still can not see the shadow of the tunnel. Walk backward down the queues, not allowed to gaze longingly shadow dragon's tail.
While in the mountains, summer at noon is still damp heat. Four weeks is very quiet. Only the gurgling water, and cicadas of the tweet. Occasionally, a car does not abide by the rules, open to the front to find the gap between the cars and trucks, they must attack first. So while there is a deserted them, and a variety of curse filled ears.
Five hours later, car was finally opened. Adopted a brightly lit tunnel.
Not far out of the tunnel at the place where vehicles have blocked.
Started down the dark sky. This time around is really barren hills of the remote places. No restaurants, only the distant cove pass through the mist came in a trickle of light. I began to be hungry. Fortunately, and HZ in Yajiang bought apples, can be used to fill their stomachs.
Stop-block, block, start the next rainstorm.
Among the heavy rain, but also hunger and cold and hardship.
Finally, we arrived in Kangding midnight 1:30.
Author: happylee
