Engraving

In late June, Fu Zeming made time to discuss the travel destination with Zhu Xia, and the two packed their luggage and went to Xi'an together.It was a discussion, but it was actually Zhu Xia's idea, because Zhu Xia asked Fu Zeming where he wanted to go, and Fu Zeming replied, "Whatever, where do you want to go?"

Zhu Xia thought for a while and asked him, "Can I go to the mountains?"

At that time, Fu Zeming guessed what kind of resort it might be, and said indifferently: "Yes."

It is seven o'clock in the morning, and the car is driving on the winding mountain road. If you look out of the car window, you will see a vast expanse of white fog, and the green hills in the distance stand out from the smoke.The driver was a kind-looking middle-aged man. Zhu Xia called him "Uncle Xie", and he was Lu Yunbo's friend.

Woke up early today, Zhu Xia had been dozing off after getting in the car, Fu Zeming looked at him sideways, wondering where he was going.Fu Zeming is actually not interested in going out to play. He always has to go out when he is working, so he prefers to stay at home during the holidays. The place he went to was obviously not a resort area, but Fu Zeming was a little interested.

The car drove from the highway to the dirt road, and the road became rough. Zhu Xia swayed back and forth with the bumps of the vehicle, bumping his head on the back of the seat or the window from time to time, and finally woke up. Uncle Xie also stepped on the brakes, and turned around and said: " Let’s get off here, and we won’t be able to drive the rest of the way.”

This is not the depth of Zhongnan Mountain, but it is already a place that ordinary tourists will not set foot in. The dirt road ahead is cut off by a narrow stream, and there are still endless mountains in front of us. The terrain at the foot of the mountain is relatively flat, and houses are scattered here and there. , looks like a small village, but there are very few crops on the nearby land that has been artificially leveled, and it doesn't look like there are people living here.

Zhu Xia rubbed his eyes, and when he saw the scenery outside the window, he became refreshed. He got out of the car with Fu Zeming and went to the trunk to get his luggage.In addition to their own equipment, there were also some luggage prepared by Uncle Xie. Fu Zeming probably had a good idea of ​​things like moisture-proof pads and emergency medicine.

The three of them divided their luggage, got out of the car, walked across the stream, and climbed up the mountain from a hidden path. After ten minutes, Fu Zeming saw a tile-roofed house sitting on the mountainside through the smoke.

Zhu Xia sold out all the way, and now she finally couldn't help showing off to Fu Zeming with a smile: "See, that's our family's Dabieye!"

Dabieye is actually not that big. There are only four houses inside and outside. The exterior is still very old, but when you walk in, you can see that although the sparrow is small and complete, it can fully meet the basic needs of life.Fu Zeming had the experience of staying overnight in the mountains for filming. At that time, he lived in a hotel with a very poor environment. Zhu Xia’s "Bie Ye" house had whitewashed walls and a flat concrete floor, and the yard outside the house was covered with blue stones. , a well was dug, and a few pear trees were planted by the yard, which was already several times better than that dilapidated hotel.

Uncle Xie helped them bring their luggage into the house, made an appointment to pick them up, and walked down the mountain in the still morning mist.

Zhu Xia threw her luggage into the house, walked around the yard twice excitedly, looked at the well and touched the fruit trees, and sighed to Fu Zeming, "I haven't been here for two years."

Standing in front of the main entrance of the house, Fu Zeming was also looking at the place. With one hand propped on the wooden pillar, he felt a rough nick. At a certain distance, numbers are also marked on the edge of the notch, which are 8, 10, 11, 13, and 14 respectively.

Fu Zeming asked: "Is your childhood height engraved on the pillar?"

As soon as Zhu Xia heard it, she jumped over from the fruit tree, touched a few notches, smiled after touching it, and said, "Well, I grew up very fast in those years."

Fu Zeming asked: "You used to live here when you were young, is this your ancestral home?"

"No, our ancestral house collapsed a long time ago. This house used to belong to local villagers. My grandfather was a lay Buddhist who believed in Buddhism. When I was eight years old, he went to live in seclusion in the mountains. When the villagers moved here, I took this house away. I bought the house and lived in it myself.” Zhu Xia touched the wooden pillar lovingly and said, “I used to visit him with my uncle when I was young, but my grandfather passed away two years ago, so I never came here again. If it is going to collapse, fortunately Uncle Xie comes to live in it from time to time, so the house can be kept like this."

Looking at the notches on the pillar, Fu Zeming seemed to see a little Zhu Xia growing up step by step. He had seen Zhu Xia's photo album, and Zhu Xia was quite cute when he was a child.On a whim, Fu Zeming picked up a nearby stone and said, "Come here and stand here, and I'll carve another stone on the pillar for you."

Zhu Xia walked over obediently, stood upright with his back against the pillar, and said: "Remember to engrave your age." Fu Zeming stretched out his palm and pushed Zhu Xia's head flatly. A white line was scratched vigorously on the pillar, and the number 17 was carved beside the scratch.

I can't just play today, I have to clean up the house before I can cook and sleep.The two went into the house to pack their luggage, then swept the house with a broom, and then went to fetch water in the yard.

The well in the yard is not an old-fashioned bucket, but an iron-cast pressurized well. Because it has not been used for a long time, it is a bit rusty. It took the two of them a lot of work to make the mechanism work.Fu Zeming was the one who pressed the water, and Zhu Xia was the one who took the basin to the water outlet. Seeing that the water didn't come out for a long time, Zhu Xia couldn't help but go to the water outlet to pat the pipe, but the water rushed out suddenly, and the water column was caught by his palm. With the first block, the water splashed both of them!

Zhu Xia was miserable, her hair and jacket were basically soaked, while Fu Zeming's pants were mostly wet. It was obviously a bad thing, but for some reason, the two of them looked at each other very happily, and went back to the room to change their clothes. Clothes, and came out to fight the pressurized well again.

After everything else is done, I have to start making the bed.There are four rooms in the tile house, two of which are bedrooms, Zhu Xia and Fu Zeming each have a good room.But considering that the nights in the mountains are cold in all seasons, and it is really troublesome to clean up the house, the two of them squeezed together, pressed the moisture-proof pad to the bottom, and dug out Uncle Xie from the cabinet and packed it in a vacuum bag I spread the quilt on the bed, and I can finally sleep at night.

At noon, in order to save time and clean up the house as soon as possible, the two of them ate a self-heating box lunch for lunch.In the evening, Fu Zeming cooked two bowls of noodles with the gas stove, mixed them with sauce, and the two of them sat on the high threshold of the main house to eat the noodles.

The moon is high and bright tonight, and the shadows of cypress and pear trees are cast on the rocky ground. The mountains are undulating under the moonlight, extending into the distance as a trace under the dark blue sky.After eating their fill, the two walked around the yard, and saw a house in the village at the foot of the mountain that also had light.

Fu Zeming asked: "Is there anyone living in the village?"

Zhu Xia said: "It should be the person who moved here later to live in seclusion. There are so many hermits in Zhongnan Mountain. The Dayu area is almost hidden as a farmhouse. There are not many people here. My grandfather has a friend who lives on the next mountain. Go find him and see if he's still there."