In the winter of 1996, Qinghai, Zaduo area.

The limelight is like a knife.

Under the moonlight, countless ruts intersected on the gentle slope, dozens of bulky cars parked scattered at the end of the ruts, and there were people in the car, and the lights were light or dark. Looking down from a high place, the huge rut array was spread out like fireflies, and like kites falling from the ground, with long ruts dragging behind the butt.

In the center of the car array is a military-green Beijing Jeep 212. The window next to the driver's seat is lowered, and the Cantonese theme song of the Hong Kong TV series "Shanghai Bund" is heard from it.

"Turn thousands of bays and thousands of beaches, but the battles in this place have not been settled..."

Three people were sitting in the car.

In the driver's seat was an old man in his fifties, his temples were a little gray, he was wrapped in a military coat, and he put a bag of cooked peanuts on his hand and spread them out.

He peeled off one by one, and the peanut jackets on the rubbed kernels were cold in Tibet and the weather was dry. The broken tiny peanut jackets floated around due to the static electricity, and dissipated with the fragrance of being stuffed in the peanut shells.

A young girl in her twenties sat in the co-pilot, and she put on a Japanese portable Sanyo recorder. "Shanghai Bund" was heard from this machine.

But she was not attentive to listen. She was puffing powder in front of Xiao Fangjing. There was too much powder on the puff, and the white fragrant powder spread out. The old man was choked by the fragrance. The boss glared at the girl unhappily and couldn't help but say, "Are you here to do things or come to the beauty pageant?"

It's not good! It's hot with big waves and white face. Later, I will have to apply my lips as red as chicken blood. Go to the street to see which serious girl dresses like this? She learned from celebrities from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

The young girl answered casually: "Dressing up doesn't bother me."

While talking, "Shanghai Bund" was at the end. Before entering the next song, there were a few seconds of breaking. As soon as the singing stopped, the noise of the back seat toy fishing machine seemed a little harsh.

I bought this tape order to listen to "Shanghai Band". The young girl rewinds, and glances at the back seat with annoyance: "It's so noisy... I want to say, come out to do things, why do you take her to do!"

Every word in the words reveals disgust.

On the back seat was a girl of three or four years old, wearing a big red old man hat knitted with wool, a thick green-soled white cotton jacket, and a pair of black round-toed cotton shoes. The materials for the cotton shoes were very solid, and the interlayer was stuffed with cotton, which was swollen and big when worn on the feet.

She was playing with a fishing machine. This toy is now popular. It is a clockwork. The body is only the size of a palm, making it into the shape of a fish pond. There are five small fish in the pond, which rise and fall as the spring relaxes. Whenever it rises, the fish will open its mouth to reveal a small piece of magnet in its mouth.

There is a small sucking stone on the vertical head of the fishing rod. If the hanging position is right, you can catch the fish.

When she heard her sister say that, she reached out her hand alertly, twisted the clockwork handle hard, then sucked her nose and raised her head: her face was dirty and dusty, and her face was like most children of this age, with two red balls on her left and right. It was not done properly in the anti-freezing process, and was blown by the cold wind in winter.

She looked at the old man and the young girl with big eyes.

The old man's face darkened: "There is no one in my hometown. Once you have come out for so many days, don't you feel at ease to ask your sister to your neighbor? Do you look like you are a sister!"

After being scolded, the young girl turned around and exhaled her anger on her: "What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I will turn your eyes?"

The little girl immediately lowered her head.

She always knew that my sister disliked her, but it didn't matter, she didn't dislike her sister.

Who made my sister look fashionable and beautiful? She dressed like on TV. In kindergarten, in order to compete with Du Xiaomao for whose sister she is more beautiful, Du Xiaomao pressed her to the ground and her braids were pulled apart.

Although her father always said that her sister's dress was weird and looked like a fairy, and she told her not to learn it, she thought it was really good-looking from the bottom of her heart.

She also has an unknown secret.

She often secretly applied her sister's pink, and she often secretly applied her sister's lipstick. She even secretly wore her sister's high heels, walking around the house, and then knocked a big bag out of her forehead with a fall.

The prelude to "Shanghai Bund" is back.

The young girl stuffed the powder back into her bag, groped for a while, and took out a golden-shelled Chismei lipstick.

The little girl saw it and her heart suddenly rose up, and she didn't dare to breathe.

This is another secret of her: two days ago, she secretly played with lipstick and accidentally folded the lipstick into two pieces.

Then she thought of a way.

Stick with paste.

Originally, she wanted to check the sticking effect, but she had been on the road these two days, and her sister's bag had not left. She really couldn't find a chance. She thought that the weather was so cold, so her sister might be too lazy to put on makeup...

Who would have thought that in the middle of the night, she suddenly became interested in applying makeup?

The little girl's eyes were staring at that place.

The lipstick lid was pulled open.

God, you want to help me.

The lipstick base is gently rotated, and the bright red cream slowly emerges.

I'm dead, this time it's definitely over. It's light to scold her, and it's light to get her hair pulled. The hard life in the future is what makes her worry the most.

The lipstick lid suddenly closed back.

Huh?

Before she could react, several sharp flashlights hit the head, mixed with footsteps, gasping, and chaotic voices.

The young girl got out of the car quickly and greeted her, her voice gentle and gentle: "Jiang Jun, are you sure?"

The old man also yelled out of the car in a hurry.

In a moment, the front of the car was surrounded by people, and many people were talking. Countless flashlights were striking everywhere, like colorful ball lights in the dance hall, constantly spinning and emitting light in the wilderness of the sky and the earth.

The little girl grabbed the seat in front of the car and knelt up, listening with her ears pricked up.

The sound was so noisy that she only kept hearing one word.

Hole.

Oh, that hole, she knows it.

My father talked to my sister and said it was a legend here: A Tibetan took food and tools and walked a long way to the temple to chisel Mani stones. On the way, he found a hole, which was only the size of a basin, and was not bottom-out. He leaned in and listened, and could hear the whistling wind.

The Tibetan wanted to know how deep the hole was, so he put a spindle wrapped in yak velvet thread. As a result, the thread was released and it was not yet reached the end.

At that time, she was listening to it and even inserted her mouth, asking what it means to "a spindle wrapped in yak velvet thread". My father said it was a ball of yarn.

Then asked her: "What should we do if we encounter this situation?"

She did not miss any chance to show her, and replied: "If you can't put a ball of yarn at the bottom, just put two. The teacher said that only by perseverance can you make things happen."

It was like a crow drinking water, constantly throwing stones into the bottle, and finally drinking the clear and sweet water; it was like a magic pen Ma Liang, constantly drawing and painting, and finally becoming a great painter.

Dad was very happy and rewarded her with a piece of big white rabbit milk candy, but the sister sneered in her nose and said, "I'm crazy."

It doesn't matter, she is not angry with her sister.

After a while, the old man leaned in and handed her the peanut bag in his hand: "Nannan, my sister and I go and do something. Are you good to peel peanuts in the car and wait for my father and sister to come back?"

In the plastic bag, there are peeled white peanut kernels, empty peanut shells, and shelled peanuts that have not been peeled.

Nannan took the plastic bag and looked out the window uneasy: "Are you all leaving? Just leave me a child here? What should I do if a ghost comes? I will eat me."

The old man laughed and pointed to the car next door.

In the car, three young men were playing poker, rolling their sleeves to half an elbow and holding cigarettes in their mouths.

"Brother Xiao Liu and the others stay with you, or do you go to their car and stay?"

"No, it smells smelly."

She doesn't like to smell the smoke anymore.

After thinking about it, he pointed to the Sanyo recording and recording machine: "Can I use my sister's machine to listen to "Snow White"?"

"able."

This is the most suitable time to make a request. She wanted to mention it again, but she couldn't think of more for a while.

Before leaving, the old man went to say hello to Xiao Liu again: "Nannan listens to stories in the car, you can just take a look at it. She is so obedient, she can listen to stories for an hour or two without moving."

Xiao Liu nodded: "Okay, Uncle Yi, don't worry."

The old man left with confidence.

Someone blew the whistle. Except for these two cars parked in the center, the other cars turned off their lights one after another. Some people kept getting off the car and joining the leaving team.

***

Nannan held the recorder and listened to the story, and her voice was twisted to the maximum so that she could suppress the sound of playing cards next door.

"Hong Kong and Taiwan Golden Songs" was thrown aside by her, and the newly released tape is a fairy tale.

After listening to the A-side, she sucked her nose and adjusted it to the B-side.

"She finally pulled out a match and wiped it against the wall. Scream! A small flame emerged..."

Nannan lowered her head and took up a peanut, took it to her mouth and bit it open, and broke the shell hard, and thought about many things in her mind at the same time.

The little match girl is so pitiful. Foreign children are really unfriendly and don’t say they will take care of her.

Although my sister is fierce to her, she never loses her temper with Brother Xiao Jiang. Why would she ask Brother Xiao Jiang to admit that he has broken lipstick?

It's too cold here, and her breathing is white, and she's having a cold...

Suddenly, there was a loud bang above my head, and something suddenly fell down. At the same time, the car body trembled violently.

The sound and the shock made her eyes dark, and the recorder fell off her knees.

The fall was silent.

As soon as the recorder stopped, she realized that the surroundings were so quiet that for a moment, the wind could not be heard.

She slowed down for a while, her mouth was slightly open, and a peanut kernel was pinching between her fingers.
To be continued...