smell you

The mountain path disappears at the overgrown ridge, and further in, the terrain is getting higher and higher, and the rocks are messy and steep.

Song Zeyou was carrying a black travel bag, and his white T-shirt was already soaked through.

Panting heavily and sweating profusely, he walked hard into the mountain. He calculated in his heart that it would take about an hour to reach Lantian Village. Before that, he had already climbed for nearly two hours.

Now Lantian Village is long gone.

As early as 2004, under the call and arrangement of the government, the whole village immigrated down the mountain.

After Song Zeyou's grandparents immigrated down the mountain, they lived in the city for nearly two years.

The two elders grew up in Lantian Village. People in the mountains would have nothing to do if they didn't climb mountains or farm for a day. They couldn't adapt to the fast-paced and restrained life in the city, and they wanted to go back to Lantian Village.

In the end, he paid money to contract an empty field to the west of Xishanling, and raised local chickens.

The chicken farm is about an hour away from Lantian Village on the mountain road. For the two elders, this mountain road is a piece of cake, so they simply moved back to Lantian Village.

An hour later, in the thick shade everywhere, a corner of Lantian Village was revealed.

Song Zeyou saw a ruined wall from a distance. It was a few beams and pillars that had been bitten by wind erosion insects and a collapsed mud wall.

He regained his energy, and his fatigue subsided a bit, but when he rushed to the village, he was dumbfounded.

The roads in the village have been flooded with weeds, and there are dilapidated houses and leaky walls all around. As soon as the sun goes down, this is a barren village, wild mounds, a playground for wild animals and insects, and a place for lonely souls and ghosts.

Song Zeyou was flustered in his heart, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the sun in the sky, which was slowly being covered by a black cloud.

This damn weather can change as soon as it changes.

"Grandpa—grandmother—"

He walked quickly towards the village with one deep foot and one shallow foot, shouting hoarsely.

Before he came here, he had called his grandparents several times, but no one answered. He also called every once in a while when he came up the mountain, and he still couldn't get through.

Suddenly, a clean courtyard appeared in front of it. Although the courtyard wall was half collapsed, and many moss-covered stream stones were scattered like this, some of them were obviously piled up by people.

There are three low-rise bungalows built with stones, and there are two pigpens at right angles beside them, but there are sundries piled inside.

In the yard, several old bamboo drying racks stood in the middle of the yard, on which were some old clothes for the elderly, which had already dried.

There is also a brand new bright red plastic bucket in the corner, and there is a water spoon floating there.

Song Zeyou was overjoyed, and ran into the courtyard in three or two steps.

Picking up the water spoon in the bucket, he gulped it down, drank a few more mouthfuls, put down the water spoon, and called out loudly into the room: "Grandpa—grandmother—"

Seeing that no one answered, he pushed open the door of the central hall.

The door was unlocked and it was extremely dark inside.

The old houses were very low and the windows were small.

Entering the door, I saw an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table against the wall, with a kerosene lamp and a lighter on it.

Song Zeyou knew that there must be no electricity here. Looking at the leather pipes that bring in water from outside, there is not only no electricity, but also water.

He hurriedly put down his travel backpack, changed his sweaty clothes, washed his body with clean water, and put on a clean white T-shirt. Then he took out his phone and checked the signal.

really……

Not giving up, walked to the yard and aimed at the sky.

Alas, what an isolated place this is.

This kind of place can only be endured by those old people who have lived in the deep mountains for a long time.

After climbing the mountain road all afternoon, Song Zeyou was already very hungry.

I hurriedly went to the kitchen to uncover the big iron wok to see if there was any food left in it.

The lid of the wooden wok was lifted, and the inside of the iron wok was washed clean, and there was nothing.

Standing next to it was a large old cupboard with a red background and gold lacquer, with clean dishes and chopsticks on the bottom, a plate of pickles and fermented bean curd on the top, and seven or eight eggs in a tall bowl.

Song Zeyou took two eggs, and took out instant noodles from his backpack and put them on the table. There were several thermos bottles in the kitchen, and only one bottle contained some boiling water, and it was still warm.

Instant noodles, you get boiled water.

Boil water?

There is no electric kettle because there is no electricity.

There is no faucet, because there is no water pipe.

There is a water reservoir poured with cement in the kitchen, and I don't know how long the water in it has been stored.

……

He was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger, and now he really wanted to leave.

At this time, there was a "rustling" sound outside, and it really started to rain lightly.

Song Zeyou thought of the clothes hanging outside, so he hurriedly ran to the yard to collect all the clothes on the rack, and carried them back to the back room.

Half a quarter later, the light rain turned into moderate rain, and the sky was dark and penetrating.

In this deserted village deep in the mountains under the heavy rain, a lamp is like a bean, and the surroundings are lonely, terrifying and impermanent.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside, but grandpa and grandma hadn't come back yet.

Could it be that because of the heavy rain, they were worried that something would happen to the chicken coop, so they stayed there?

He only knew that there was a chicken farm, but his eyes were in the dark about how to get there.

Then tonight, is he really the only one in Lantian Village?

! ! ! !

The stove is made of bricks and cement, and it is smoky and dirty for a long time.

A few logs of firewood were stuffed into the stove, dried leaves were added, and the stove was quickly lit with a lighter.

He is a child who grew up in the city, but he is extremely handy in doing all this.

The fire of the stove reflected Song Zeyou's delicate, fair and slightly melancholy face, with endless troubles.

Lantian Village is poor and poor, and has been abandoned for many years. Any young man who is full and has nothing to do comes here to torture himself.

Blame him for being cheap.

When it was time to go to bed in the middle of the night, he had hypocritical insomnia.

When he suffers from insomnia, he just swipes his phone, plays computer games, and watches TV. Most of them are ways to pass the time. He just leans on the window sill and smokes a cigarette when he has nothing to do.

His family's house is facing the...back door of the only five-star hotel in Xinshi.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, the hotel was already busy.

All kinds of materials come in and out.

He didn't remember what happened at the time, he was dizzy and unconscious, so he picked up his mobile phone, took dozens of continuous shots, and then picked nine of them, arranged them in a nine-square grid, and sent them to Moments.

it is more than words.

Unfortunately, a friend of his who was engaged in advertising planning was also a night owl, so he reposted it at that time, and he didn't forget to come up with a horrifying headline to attract people's attention.

"Long time to see you! There are many inside stories in the five-star hotel!!!"

Impatiently, he detailed the dangers of waste oil and expired food in the most sincere language.

The Tianhao International five-star hotel has just opened for half a year, and the business is booming. It is said that all the wedding banquets are fully booked within two years, and the attention in the city is extremely high.

People talk about Tianhao, and it is most face-saving to treat guests at Tianhao International.

Once the WeChat was sent to Moments, it exploded like water dripping into a hot oil pan.

No matter how popular Tianhao International's five-star hotel is, how much anger has been aroused at this time.

All kinds of negative news - slow service, expensive food, stale food, poor service quality, lack of integrity, etc., are overwhelming.

In the next few days, the circle of friends was overwhelmed by the endless news about Tianhao Hotel.

Song Zeyou swiped through WeChat, feeling terrified.

Although the rumors were not made by him, the photos were actually taken by him.

Make a fuss, make a fuss, make a fuss! ! !

Sure enough, several major public WeChat platforms in the city, as well as morning and evening newspapers, released an important news at the same time.

Tianhao International five-star hotel makes a solemn statement that it will take corresponding countermeasures against this negative news on the Internet.

Report to the police station immediately, and solemnly declare that the instigator of the rumors will be investigated for corresponding legal responsibilities, and the hotel will make corresponding compensation for all losses from reputation to economy.

Song Zeyou was scared to death.

Instigator?Isn't this him? !

Later, he inquired carefully about the background of the five-star hotel, and it is said that it was jointly invested and cooperated by several wealthy people in Xinshi.

This is undoubtedly the tiger's fur plucking, and it is definitely courting death.