drifting in the north

When Lingfei's mother died, she left a suicide note. Strictly speaking, it is not a suicide note, it can only be counted as an oral letter.Black and white, just a word, let old man Ling bury her ashes back to his hometown because of the love between husband and wife.

The idea of ​​sweeping his mother's grave came up suddenly, Ling Fei couldn't tell the exact time.Maybe it was when old man Ling asked him to go to Beijing to recover from his injuries, maybe it was when he dreamed of his mother holding Xiao Lingfei and talking before waking up, or maybe it was the moment when he was hit and flew thinking that he would really be reunited with his mother... But when this thought Once formed, it can never be erased.

Mother's suicide was actually the thing Ling Fei wanted to forget the most.So he buried the summer of junior high school with Xiao Lingfei in the deepest part of his heart. He didn't know the exact location, and he didn't want to know, so as not to search again on a whim one day.Children like to bury their treasures under the tree, but he buried his nightmares under the tree. If possible, he even hoped that he would never find that tree in his life.

Ling Fei didn't know if old man Ling went to the northeast to sweep the tomb, anyway, he didn't.He was in class on the day of the funeral, so he hadn't even seen his mother's urn. Thinking about it now, it seemed that their family had never enshrined a woman's tablet.He suspected that old man Ling knew what was on his mind, so he erased everything related to his mother, tablets, photos, used things, and the house he lived in.

But this summer many years later, when he proposed to visit the grave, he realized from his father's expression that none of them had forgotten.

If you haven't forgotten, go check it out.He has a lot of things he wants to tell his mother, such as old man Ling, Zhou Hang, and how his prodigal son survived.What kind of state is the heart like still water? Ling Fei has not realized it yet, but this kind of indifferent peace has not been seen for many years.

Death, or near death, is really the best educator.

Ling Fei stayed in the private hospital for a month and a half like a corpse, and it was mid-June when his arm was finally able to remove the splint.Shenzhen is like a huge oven, cooking the sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes inhabiting it. Lingfei blows on the air conditioner for a while, and basks in the sun for a while, and the wounds all over his body are inexplicably hot and cold for a long time. Persistent dislove heals.

Old man Ling was distressed and angry, but he couldn't bear to scold his unlucky son.Lingfei was also wronged, he really didn't like to turn on the air conditioner, but he really couldn't handle the sun, so he had to switch it manually.

In this way, Secretary Liao finally ushered in the imperial decree.The general idea is that old man Ling finally couldn't see how he was struggling so much, and decided to send him to grow in a constant temperature environment in advance, such as Beiguo, which basically doesn't use air conditioning.

"Here, the phone."

"Where is my original?"

"It broke early."

"Then why didn't you buy me a new one sooner? Also, this one is ugly."

"First of all, the old man doesn't want you to contact those cronies again, at least not during the recovery period. Second, I didn't choose this phone."

"Look, then you agree that the old man's vision is bad."

"The hotel over there has been booked. This is the address. You can just go and live there."

"Oh."

"It's been set for half a year, it's enough."

"Let's talk about it. By the way, my mother really doesn't have any relatives over there?"

"Well, when I went to Beijing with the old man, the family contact was broken. Later, I heard that your grandparents also moved to other places. After all, in those days, you were unmarried, pregnant and eloped with men..."

"Okay, okay, it's fine if you know that there is no relative or reason, so there are so many words."

"Young master, I'm not nagging, that place is no farther than Shenzhen, where the Emperor Shangao is, you try to keep a low profile in your actions..."

"You're not nagging, you're almost becoming a housekeeper. If the old man doesn't like men, I really like you. Really, you definitely have the potential to be a stepfather..."

"Ling Fei!"

"Hey, the car is driving fast, you really don't want to get off? Don't plan to go to the Northeast with me, do you?"

Secretary Liao sighed, and put another card into Ling Fei's hand: "Personal sponsorship."

Ling Fei smiled, hugged Secretary Liao and bit his ear: "I love you to death."

Secretary Liao didn't hold back, but patted Ling Fei's back lightly, and said seriously: "Take care."

Suddenly, a warm feeling flashed across Ling Fei's heart, and Ling Fei calmed down and hummed lightly.

The train started slowly, and Ling Fei watched Secretary Liao standing outside the window and waving at him.He suddenly thought that in TV dramas, people outside usually want to run after the train in this situation, but if he had to tell Secretary Liao about this, the other party's answer must be, young master, you are thinking too much.Unknowingly, the corner of his mouth raised, Ling Fei was amused by his own imagination.

Until the car drove far away, the mood was still sunny.

Just like the sky outside the car at this moment, the sapphire night, and the stars like rhinestones.

It has been many years since he took a train, and his memory is still in the era of green leather cars.But now Secretary Liao ordered him this soft sleeper, which really opened his eyes.Not to say how luxurious, but compared with the memory, it is a world of difference.At first he thought that Secretary Liao had bought a ticket for a box, so there was no one around him. Later, he asked the train conductor and found out that the passenger flow is low in the off-season, and if you can spare nearly a thousand yuan to buy a soft sleeper, it is better to just buy a discount Air tickets, so Ling Fei became a rare visitor.

The mobile phone old man Ling picked was a black straight Nokia. Ling Fei didn’t understand the old and new models. Anyway, it was as ugly as it could be. What made him even more depressed was that old man Ling even got him a black card. It seems to match that black machine.Ling Fei sat on the train chair in front of the window and fiddled with it for a long time before he roughly understood the operation, but the phone book stored in the original mobile phone was completely hopeless. He searched desperately in his limited brain capacity. I don't remember the number.

He actually wanted Li Chuang more.

He had inquired with Secretary Liao when he was recovering from his injuries, and he knew that Li Chuang's injuries were milder and he was recovering well. He originally wanted to wait until the limelight passed before he went to find the boy. Later, I only thought about sweeping my mother's grave, but forgot everything else.

While fiddling with the phone, the thing suddenly rang. The system's built-in ringtone was quite special—it was very unpleasant.

"Where are you?" Old man Ling's voice was as low as ever, full of air.

Ling Fei looked out of the window, seeing the desolation: "Shenzhen is probably out, the sky is blue, and the wilderness is vast."

"Come back over there, don't mess around."

"Secretary Liao's small speaker has broadcast."

"..."

"By the way, old man, it's okay for you to give me that address, are you sure my mother is in that cemetery?"

"Can I still remember this wrong!"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, I just want to make sure. After all, it's been so many years..."

"Per year."

"Ok?"

"I go every year."

"Oh. Then don't come this year, I will do it for you."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Fei lay down on the narrow bed in the private room a little tiredly.It was quite stable when sitting, but it was only when I got down that I felt the bumps.Every vibration of the train on the rails was clearly transmitted from the pillow to the head, and from the head to the limbs, Ling Fei felt a little sick.

Ke Xin is relaxed, unprecedented relaxed.

The old man wanted to send someone to accompany him, but he refused to agree.What a good state, in that northern city, he will have no friends, no enemies, no background, no power, nothing, he is just an ordinary citizen who can no longer be ordinary, he is Ling Fei, nothing less.

This is the freedom he has been looking forward to for a long time, just like his name, Lingyun spreads his wings and flies freely.

Now he got it, and the price was a rib.

It was the morning of the third day when we arrived at Shenyang North Railway Station.When Ling Fei stepped from the narrow car door to the real ground, he vowed that he would never take the train again in his life, it was too much for him, it took more than [-] hours!

Ling Fei didn't bring any luggage, just a small handbag containing a few summer clothes, as if he was only here for two days on a business trip, rather than taking refuge for half a year.He rushed out with the crowd, and after a while, he arrived at the exit.The sticky and humid air seemed to be a phantom in memory, and the blowing wind was cool and dry, sneaking in from the collar and cuffs, and sticking to the skin, it was indescribably comfortable.

Ling Fei looked up, the sun was rising from the east, illuminating the northern city.

The feeling of crossing half of China was a bit unreal. He looked around, and the McDonald's KFC brand was the most eye-catching. In the distance, the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings reflected dazzling white light.A bunch of people rushed over and asked if they wanted a taxi or a hotel, Ling Fei was so frightened that he ran away.It turns out that wherever the transportation hub is, the people will be unbelievably enthusiastic.

Not to mention excited, on the contrary, a little disappointed.The city looks no different from Shenzhen, except that people speak dialects with mostly northern accents, which sound like Spring Festival Gala skits.

Maybe God can't understand people's bad habit of relying on first impressions to make judgments. As soon as Ling Fei thought about it, a plastic bag flew straight to his face.On the plastic bag was the lovely KFC grandpa, his body was so strong that Ling Fei had no time to react, so his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were covered.

After finally pulling that thing off, Ling Fei found sadly that he could still smell the remaining corn sticks!

"Hey, what about you, what are you trying to squeeze into the motorway, pretend to be your own Audi, and take the underground passage for me!"

Woo, the traffic police uncle here is not gentle at all.

"Tears can't stop flowing~~ can't stop flowing down~~ I hang the sign of [-]-foot-[-] on my neck~~Walk me through the streets and alleys~~Holding the steamed bread in my hand~~There is not a drop of oil in the dish ~~"

The buskers in the underground passages here are much more technical than those in Shenzhen who directly ask for money.

Just follow the feeling along the way and wander freely, and Ling Fei didn't know where he was going in the end.The sun was already high in the sky, and the temperature rose unknowingly, but walking in the shadow of high-rise buildings did not feel hot.He hailed a taxi casually, and Ling Fei handed the hotel address to his brother, who looked at it for two seconds and told him to get off.

Ling Fei had never been treated like this before, and immediately asked coldly: "Why, refuse to board?"

The driver turned his head and gave him two contemptuous flying eyes through the iron fence: "Dude, you are from other places. See, turn right at the signal light at the intersection ahead, it's a matter of two steps."

Ling Fei's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to understand what brother meant, but then he became more confused: "Isn't that better? You can charge me a dozen yuan for the start fee if you take me there in half a minute."

Brother also stared at him: "I'm sick."

Ling Fei blinked, happy.

Brother Hei Xian: "Or you are sick."

Ling Fei smiled and wanted to push the door to get out of the car, but suddenly felt the engine start, and then he listened to his elder brother who muttered unhappily: "Yes, I will take the patient with good intentions." The next second, the taxi was facing the signal light. passed.

In fact, it didn't take even half a minute to reach the hotel.

Ling Fei wanted to pay, but the driver's expression seemed to kick him: "Who is disgusting, you get out of the car quickly, and you will be on the way."

Ling Fei wanted to remember the driver's name, but just glanced at the ID card placed in front of the co-pilot, the driver couldn't stand it: "Dude, don't worry about writing me a letter of praise, I can't afford to lose that person."

Watching the taxi drive away, Ling Fei only had time to see the Liao A on the license plate.

Without the expected beautiful mountains and clear waters, this old industrial city seems to be approaching its twilight years under the gray sky.The tall industrial chimneys in the distance are emitting billowing white steam, which may also be mixed with other harmful gases. The traffic on the not-so-broad main road is moving slowly, and pedestrians cross it from time to time.

This is not a livable city, at least the air index is not up to standard.

But there's a different flavor here.

He doesn't hate it.