Later, I seldom went there to play, not because my mother stopped me, but because a fire broke out in the disabled old man’s room in the middle of the night. That night, the north wind roared and everyone was asleep. In the deep night, the fire raged until the morning rose and fell, leaving ashes in front of people’s eyes. The villagers gathered around and pointed. I followed my mother and pulled her skirt to watch several men carry the disabled old man’s body and put it aside to clean the snow.
The old man’s body is extremely twisted, and his arm is stretched out, but he can’t put it down. People say that the old man woke up when he found the fire, but the light didn’t come.
I hid behind my mother, who ignored other people’s discussion and forgot to cover my eyes. I smelled a burnt-out aroma in the air, like the smell of roasted house birds. I remembered many times when my friends roasted house birds together. To be honest, it was not very delicious, but I had to pretend to be in high spirits.
The old man was buried in a coffin, and the desolate land left over was turned into a wasteland by the children’s winter paradise, which smelled of death, and several snows were slowly buried in the continuous wind.
The story of another person ended in my winter.
In the past many winters, I have been away from my hometown for more than ten years. I have been to many places I want to go and many places I have never thought of. But every time winter comes, I always miss my hometown, and I always feel that winter in my hometown is the most beautiful and peaceful, so I always want to run back or hide in my warm oven covered with snow.
Five years ago, I went back to a village in my hometown, and nothing changed. I stood on tiptoe in front of my house and looked at the yard. The land that took me by gave birth to new life, but it never belonged to me again. I bypassed the front door and went to the backyard fence. The apricot tree died and could put its branches into the window. The cherry tree was also cut down, leaving a brick wall to block the window basin. Everything was no longer the same.
I came back to my hometown three years ago, and I happened to stand on tiptoe in front of my house and look at the yard. The weeds disappeared. A yard was picked up in good order, and the windows were transparent. It was suddenly a time when my mother used to sit in the yard and bask in the sun many years ago. I was so happy that I almost forgot that I had grown taller. I was about to push the door every few years, and a strange woman pushed the door and led a young child to look at me strangely, asking me, and my horse piled up with a smile and turned away.
Last year, there was a heavy snow before the Spring Festival. I heard it was the only snow in winter, but it never climbed the eaves again. No matter how windy it was, the lights in the village passed through the street at night, but there were no more playful children. I vaguely felt that something was lost.
The old man in the west of the village is still alive, but there is no snow to block the door. He needs to dig, but after every snowy day, he still carries a shovel and doesn’t enter other people’s homes. He cleans the slightly snowy road by the roadside and squats on the roadside to smoke a bad cigarette.
I watched more and more cars coming and going in the middle of the village intersection, and suddenly I felt inexplicable and afraid that one day it would stop snowing. Then what should I do in winter? Maybe I don’t need to go back to my hometown and stop visiting again and again. I need to turn north at the corner of the city window.
Come with me to the north.
Postscript 1
To write
At the end of 11 years, I happened to hear the chorus song "Love Gun" by Bobby Chen and zuoxiao zuzhou. The lyrics are like this: Come with me to the north, where it snows, let me warm up, and my soul will be reflected in front of the frost and a wild blink. The northern land is silent and vast in winter, so an idea arises in my heart. I want to live and love the northern land, and write a name and call it going to the north with me.
This idea of mine will be forgotten by me in a flash, just like my desire and fate. Unexpectedly, it has plunged into the deepest part of my heart so easily. I will think of it every day in the future when my brain is free, and I will think about how to write and express it in my heart. From then on, everything in my eyes has become meaningless, not just passing by the scenery, but a freehand picture. I am thinking about describing them, writing these stories and seeing that the world is really north.
I know I can’t let it go, and I must try my best to finish it. It seems to be slowly infiltrating into my blood, affecting me bit by bit and changing me. This is a magical change, and I am shocked.
At that time, I just learned my first novel bridge, and soon my life thoughts were experiencing some shocks, which changed people’s anxiety and impetuousness, and I knew that something was wrong and that the state was not good, but I just couldn’t calm my heart down and I didn’t know how to adjust it, so I went to a strange city alone and stayed there for a few days, and things got a little better.
Later, I started to write a silent film about a group of people in a small city in the north. During the writing process, many feelings kept overlapping with my idea of going to the north. But after all, it was a novel, and I couldn’t express too much subjective feelings. But it was futile, and too many emotions were stuck in my heart, so I wrote another document to go to the north with me in the middle of the silent film.
I went to the north with me and wrote so slowly that I even doubted whether I could write or not, and whether I couldn’t find a convenient way to express myself. I could write a few hundred words every time I typed a document, but I was as tired as after a long journey, but strangely, I never thought about giving up.
So at the end of the silent film, the words "Follow me to the North" appeared for the first time. Many people read and asked me what I meant. I sold it and waited, and I knew it. I was secretly happy with the world. I knew it was a name. However,
After writing a silent film for one year, I went to travel around the silent film market, and then I went to the northern fishing village alone. I lay on the roof at night, watching the stars and listening to the frogs. I felt that this was the kind of seclusion and melancholy I wanted to feel. I almost fell asleep lying on the roof.
After I came back from the fishing village, I went on to write a short story about going to the north with me. It was very smooth, and I was moved and complacent when I read and wrote words in front of the screen, but gradually I couldn’t write any more. I felt that something was wrong, and I was disgusted with every paragraph I wrote. After careful examination, many words were repeating a little family spirit and a little feeling. I tried my best to revise it, but suddenly I realized that my vision was short and narrow-minded and I couldn’t afford a broad mind. This writing was delayed again.
I took up my backpack and wandered around in this narrow and vast area in the north. I met many people and saw many things, but I found that the more I experienced, the harder it was to write. I was afraid that I would not write well, that I would be different, and that I would break my dreams.
In the spring of 13, the words "Follow me to the North" appeared again at the end of my third single car market. This time, no one asked me what I meant. Many people changed my word to you and sent it to me.
I secretly said to myself that this time I will definitely be able to do it without giving myself a generation.
Now I know that I have done it, but I also know that it is not good enough. I also know that I will continue to wander in the north.
Yu Zou
At the end of 11 years, I went back to Jiamusi from Hulunbeier, and no one sent me to the train at night. It was very cold in Hulunbeier, and my hands were so cold that the train was being rebuilt that I didn’t even have a waiting room. I smoked a cigarette on the platform and was so cold that I wanted to curse.
After the car, I was in the shop. Although it was late at night, I couldn’t sleep. I sat by the bed and listened to music. It was also Bobby Chen zuoxiao zuzhou’s chorus. In the song of Jiagedaqi burning the midnight oil, two people repeatedly sang a lyric. Jiagedaqi burned the midnight oil and my lover walked slowly. Although the north was just covered with sugar powder at that time, my heart slowly calmed down. The train stopped at a small stop. In dim light, I could see a row of low-rise bungalow snow, but it was covered with a thick layer on the ground. From the frozen window, it looked like a frozen landscape
In 1 year, I quit my job and went to the north with me intermittently. I was carrying a black backpack and my left and right shoulder straps were always out of tune, and I always felt that one was higher and the other was lower.
I bought a map and hung it on my desk. I always stare at the map for a long time before sending it. I specially choose some remote places, and I have to take a train for a long time. I will send it the next day after I make a decision.
Sometimes I will walk more casually than if I suddenly decide to go in the middle of the night. It’s easier to pick up a backpack and go straight to the late-night bus. It depends on God’s will where the first bus comes, but fortunately, those late-night vehicles didn’t take me to the north and I fell asleep in the car for a long time. When I opened my eyes, I was still familiar with the scenery, and the car was still full of local accent.
In many closed places in the north, there is a shuttle bus once a day. I have been to a place that is six hours’ drive from the nearest county seat. The shuttle bus is so shabby that the windows are not tight. The city is all the way to the countryside, raising dust and filling the carriages directly. I am glad that it is not winter, otherwise it would be so cold.
The car was full of people in a small village in the county town. In the middle of the car, the smell of alcohol suddenly filled up. It was very strong for liquor to stop. It seems that a large barrel of liquor was spilled in the suitcase, and the proprietress quit the car. The driver had an argument and quarreled all the way, which failed to solve the problem. The proprietress said that she had only spilled a barrel of liquor for half a year, and the driver said that it was not his responsibility. Besides, the proprietress didn’t buy a ticket for liquor. Besides, the proprietress was very provocative and cursed the driver was very fierce. She scolded the people in the car as a joke
Later, the car clanged again, and many people covered their noses with necklines. I think it’s a good thing that I drank some alcohol, otherwise I would have been drunk by this strong alcohol.
The boss’s wife arrived at the boss’s wife’s village. The man picked her up at the intersection and the driver quarreled for a while. Finally, the driver lost some money and cursed the boss’s wife after the car was finished. He also said that he would never pull her again, even if he did, he would not deliver the goods to her.