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Chapter 9 2. Airplanes Fly Overhead

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    The temperature is rising day by day, and this coastal city at an altitude of about 100 meters in southern China is getting brighter and brighter, as if a warship is out of the water and getting closer to the sun.

    The sun shines on the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings and on the wide streets, dazzling light everywhere.

    The endless flow of vehicles was dazzling, and the sunlight began to turn the color of metal again.

    The newly built urban underground pedestrian tunnel is bright and shaded, and it is a place where hawkers and homeless stay and gather.  The footsteps of pedestrians brought some transparent mineral water bottles and lottery crumbs to the brand new off-white floor tiles.

    I don't know when it started, a group of Kham men and their women from Sichuan set up street stalls here to sell colorful Tibetan silver ornaments.  They were solidly built, with one shoulder bared and one sleeve dragging to the ground.  The highland red on their faces is no longer fresh, and the dry dun looks like scars from the highland sun.  After these people came to the city, they became depressed and emotionally unstable. Their lovely simplicity and wildness were gone, and they were either silent or bickering endlessly with each other.

    The colorful silver ornaments attracted many people to watch. Ma Jun, the artistic director of Yixing Performing Arts Company, stood out among the spectators. He wore a ponytail, a black gym vest and skinny jeans.  He calmly and carefully looked at them one by one. The boys and girls excitedly formed a circle behind him. It was obvious that he liked them very much.

    However, Ma Jun just took a look.  Generally speaking, these fake red sapphires and pearl agates inlaid on silver ornaments are too dim, and he also knows where to find things that need to "shine" on the stage.  The reason why he likes to watch it is because these exotic items can inspire people.

    However, those female middle school students who do not have a deep understanding of the material nature but are good at using imagination, are prone to visual excitement, and fall into fashion role imitation, are eager for these fake handicrafts, and buy one or two so-called dzi bracelets or fake spikes from time to time.  necklace.

    When Aha passed through the tunnel, he was stopped by a Kangba woman.  The plateau red on her face has faded a bit, and the Sichuan dialect, which is similar to Guizhou dialect, sounds familiar and friendly, which has won Aha's trust.  Hearing her quick and melodious local accent, and looking at the plateau red on her cheeks like smoke from the past, Aha suddenly thought that he had returned to his hometown.

    The Khamba woman told Aha that her husband had gone to the toilet for two hours and hadn't come back yet.  Before this, he had been restless, looking around, talking to a local Yao woman at the station.  As soon as the Yao woman left, he said he was going to the mall to find a toilet, and then disappeared.  The Khamba woman asked Aha to take care of her business, and she was going to find him.  Aha understands that the disappearance of the Kham woman's husband in this colorful world worries her more than drinking all night at the end of the nomad.

    Aha was a little tired from standing.  She heard singing, and since morning there had been some kind of singing in her body, in her head, and as the humming noise of the city flowed like a river, the song in her head grew more and more  Lingering for a long time, like clouds entangled her, lingering.

    In the morning when the birds chirping,

    Quietly got up and whispered.

    Who asked me outside the window,

    Ask me how good I am?

    She began to sing along with the melody in her head in a low voice, like a groan, and then her voice became higher and higher, and she sang loudly.  The song obliterated her, the clouds obliterated her, and the wilderness of the plateau obliterated her. Her face was slightly upturned, her glasses were half closed, as if she was receiving the incomparably fresh morning light

    Pedestrians in the tunnel were attracted by the passionate and transparent singing, and gradually a group of people stood in a half circle to surround her.

    Ma Jun, who had already reached the exit of the tunnel, heard Aha's singing. He stopped and listened intently for a moment.  He was originally on the phone, and while walking back, he hung up the phone unknowingly.

    He returned to the tunnel, stood outside the crowd, listened carefully and looked at Aha.

    Aha is intoxicated in his own singing, as if above the clouds of the melody¡ª¡ª

    with nostalgia in my heart,

    The infinite scenery in the eyes,

    The air is fresh and transparent,

    The wind brings morning

    Someone threw money at the silver jewelry stand in front of her.  Several boys from the senior high school attached to the nearby China Normal University had just returned from the book shopping center and were attracted by the singing at the entrance of the tunnel.  They followed and found a dehydrated but still intact rose nearby, squeezed into the crowd and gave it to her.  Dim red rose, retaining the memory of last night's story.  Her slender fingers gently picked off its petals one by one like praying, and handed them to the top of her head and into the distance.

    "City management!"

    Someone at the entrance of the tunnel uttered an annoyance, followed by all the hawkers who quickly packed their stalls into packages, then stood up straight and quickly leaned down, ??Someone threw it in a plastic bag.

    "Wait!" Aha yelled.

    "What's the matter?" said the people outside.

    "There's something in the house, you open the door and come in and take a look!"

    "Don't worry about me, the people who were locked up here before said that, they beat our people and ran away. So, don't play tricks on your land, I won't open the door." The person outside the door said  Edge left.

    They picked up the plastic bag, which contained two lunch boxes.

    "Xiuxiu, why did they keep us locked here?"

    "I think they haven't got enough girls yet."

    "How do you spend the night when you are alone?"

    "I sing to myself and fall asleep when I'm tired."

    "You can also sing?"

    "I used to go to the Chabai Song Festival in Dingxiao Town, Xingyi every year with the girls in the village to listen to songs."

    "No wonder!" Aha was very emotional, the Chabai Song Festival seemed to be a long time ago for her.  It was on the top of the hill in Dingxiao Town that she found that she had lost her joy, her attachment to the original world, and her yearning for pure love like the young man surnamed Wang.  She discovered the distant mountain. The southbound train passed through one mountain after another, and the night was getting darker

    This night, the two of them sang to each other as if they were singing to each other at the Chabai Song Festival. They sang songs they had heard and learned since they were young, girls' songs, festival songs, solar term songs, and even crying wedding songs, one after another.  They sang one song until midnight, and the two felt cold, so they hugged each other tightly and fell asleep.

    When the day comes, light slips in through the gap under the door, from weak to strong; the sound of planes flying overhead becomes more and more powerful, shaking the buildings; the sound of the city is like a distant river slowly flowing from afar  , Coming forcefully.

    They talked to each other and fell asleep in hunger.

    Aha kept dreaming after falling asleep, dreaming of many things and many people.

    She first dreamed that Ke'er was sick, and she couldn't save him, only tears kept flowing.  She dreamed that Ke'er had grown up, and she would suddenly grow up to look like Yan Ruqing, and she was not intimate with her at all. She ran towards him, trying to hug him tightly, but he turned around and walked with small steps.  The steps are gone.

    She kept thinking about this dream.  She was convinced that dreams would always bring signs, inspire thought and action.  Dreams originate from the heart, including what the heart thinks; dreams can predict the future, because it gathers life information from heaven and earth to present all phenomena, only dreams can transcend time and space!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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