Yu Hua | eighteen years old and went on a long trip

In February 1993, Yu Hua at the Tuanjiehu Bus Station in Beijing (Photo by Xiao Quan)

The asphalt road is undulating, and the road seems to be stuck to the waves. I walked on this mountain road, and I was like a boat.

I was eighteen years old, and the few yellow whiskers on my chin fluttered in the wind, the first beards to settle here, so I cherished them very much. I've been walking this road all day and have seen a lot of mountains and a lot of clouds. All the mountains and all the clouds reminded me of familiar people. I called out their nicknames to them. So despite a day of walking, I wasn't tired at all. I walked through the morning like this, and now I'm at the end of the afternoon, and I see the twilight hair. But I hadn't walked into an inn yet.

I met a lot of people on the road, but they didn't know where the front was or if there was an inn in front. They all told me, "Go over and look." "I think what they said was too good, I was really walking over to see. But I hadn't walked into an inn yet. I felt like I should worry about the inn.

I was surprised that I had only encountered a car once in a day. It was noon, I just wanted to take a ride, but I just wanted to take a ride, I didn't worry about the hotel, I just thought it was great. I stood by the side of the road waving at the car, and I tried to wave very handsomely. But the driver didn't look at me, the car, like the driver, didn't look at it, and it fucked passed in front of my eyes. I chased after it desperately in the back of the car, and I did it just to be happy, because I hadn't bothered about the hotel yet. I chased until the car disappeared, and then I laughed at myself, but I immediately realized that laughing too much would affect my breathing, so I immediately stopped laughing. Then I continued to walk with great interest, but my heart began to regret that I had not put a large stone in my hand that I was waving in a dashing manner. Now I really want to take a ride, because dusk is coming, but the inn is still in its mother's belly. But I didn't see a single car all afternoon. If I stop the car now, I think I will be able to stop it. I'll lie down in the middle of the road, and I'm sure all the cars will put a sharp brake in my ear. However, even the motor sound of the car cannot be heard now. Now I can only walk over and look. That's a good thing, go over and look.

The road was undulating, and the high place always tempted me, tempting me not to run up to see the inn, but each time I only saw another high place, and in the middle was a depressing arc. Despite this, I ran to the top again and again, and every time I ran without a hitch. Now I'm running up again. This time I saw it, and it wasn't an inn but a car. The car was parked in my direction, at the bottom of the road. I saw the driver's upturned ass with a sunset on his ass. I couldn't see the driver's head, his head was tucked into the front of the car. The lid of the front of the car was tilted obliquely, like a rolled-up lip. There were baskets piled high in the trunk, and I thought that the baskets must contain fruit. Of course, it is better to have bananas. I think he should have it in the cab too, so I can pick it up and eat it as soon as I sit in it. Although the car was going to drive towards the side where I was coming, I didn't care about the direction. I need an inn now, and if the hotel doesn't need a car, the car is right in front of me.

I ran over to the driver with excitement and greeted the driver: "Hello, fellow." ”

The driver didn't seem to hear, still fiddling with something.

"Fellow, smoke."

Only then did he exert himself, pull his head out of it, and reach over a black hand to grasp the cigarette I handed over. I quickly lit him a fire, and he took a few sips of his cigarette in his mouth and then shoved his head in it again.

So I was relieved that as soon as he took my cigarette, he would have to let me sit in his car. I just circled around the car to scout the contents of the basket. But I couldn't see clearly, so I used my nose to smell it, and I smelled apples.

Apple is not bad, I think so. After a while he fixed the car, put on the lid and jumped down. I quickly walked up and said, "Fellow, I want to take a ride." Unexpectedly, he pushed me with his black hand and said rudely, "Get out of the way." I was so angry that I couldn't say anything, but he slowly opened the car door and went inside, and then the engine sounded. I knew that if I missed this opportunity, I would never have another chance. I knew it was time to get out. So I ran to the other side and pulled the car door open and went in. I was ready to have a big fight with him in the cab. When I entered, I first yelled at him, "You still have my cigarette in your mouth." "By this time the car was already moving. However, he looked at me with a very friendly smile, which puzzled me. He asked, "Where are you going?" I said, "Whatever you want." He asked kindly, "Want to eat apples?" He was still looking at me.

"Then you still have to ask." "Go to the back and get it." He drove the car so fast, would I dare climb out of the cab and climb behind? So I said, "Forget it." He said, "Go get it." His eyes were still looking at me.

I said, "Don't look, I don't have a highway on my face." ”

Only then did he turn his head to look at the highway.

The car was driving in the direction I had come, and I sat comfortably in my seat, looking out the window, chatting with the driver. Now he and I have become friends. I already knew he was trafficking in individuals. The car is his own, and Apple is his. I also heard the money in his pocket clang. I asked him, "Where are you going?" He said, "Let's go and see." ”

It was almost like my brother said it, and it was so kind. I felt closer to him. Everything outside the car window should have been familiar to me, and the mountains and clouds reminded me of another group of familiar people coming, so I called out another batch of nicknames. Now I don't care about any hotel at all, this car this driver this seat makes me feel at ease. I didn't know where the car was going, and he didn't know either. Anyway, it doesn't matter to us what's in front of us, as long as the car is driving, let's go and see. But the car broke down. By then we were already friends who couldn't have been better. I put my hand on his shoulder and he put his hand on my shoulder. He was telling me about his love affair and was about to say what it felt like to hug a woman for the first time when the car broke down. The car broke down when it was going uphill, when it suddenly stopped barking and suddenly stopped moving like a dead pig. So he climbed to the front of the car again, turned his upper lip over again, and stuffed his head into it again. I was sitting in the cab, and I knew his ass must be cocked high again at the moment, but the upper lip blocked my view and I couldn't see his ass. But I could hear him repairing his car.

After a while he pulled his head out and closed the lid. His hands were darker, and his dirty hands wiped and rubbed on his clothes, then jumped to the ground and walked over. "Fixed?" I asked, "It's over, I can't fix it." He said.

I thought about it, "So what to do?" I asked.

"Wait and see." He said casually.

I was still sitting in the car, not knowing what to do. Now I remembered what kind of hotel was coming. At that time, the sun was about to set, and the sunset was rising like steam. The inn came back to my mind, and gradually expanded, and soon it filled my head. At that time, my head was gone, and an inn grew in the place of my head. At this time, the driver did a radio exercise in the middle of the highway, and he went from the first section to the last section, and he did it very seriously. When I was done, I trotted around the car. The driver may have been in the cab for too long, and now he needs to exercise. Watching him move outside, I couldn't sit still inside, so I opened the car door and jumped. But I didn't do radio exercises or trot. I was thinking about hotels and inns.

At this time I saw five people on the slope riding down bicycles, each with two large baskets tied to a flat shoulder in the back seat, and I think they were probably farmers nearby, probably returning from selling vegetables. When I saw someone coming down, I was very happy in my heart, so I greeted him and shouted, "Hello fellow, fellow." ”

The five men jumped out of the car as they rode up to me, and I happily greeted them and asked, "Is there an inn nearby?" ”

Instead of answering, they asked me, "What's in the car?" ”

I said, "It's Apple." The five of them pushed their bicycles to the car, and two of them climbed onto the car, then flipped down ten baskets of apples, and the three men below lifted the lids of the baskets and poured them into their own baskets. I didn't know what was going on for a while, and the scene stunned me. I understood and rushed up and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

None of them ignored me and continued pouring apples. I went up and grabbed one of them by the hand and shouted, "Someone grabbed the apple!" "Then a fist came at me under the nose, and I was punched a few meters away. Climbing up and touching it with his hand, his nose collapsed not against it but on his face, and the blood flowed like sad tears. But by the time I saw the strong man who had beaten me, the five of them had already stepped onto their bicycles and rode away. The driver was walking slowly at the moment, his lips rolled and he was panting heavily, he was probably tired of running just now. He didn't seem to know anything about what had just happened. I shouted at him, "Your apple has been robbed!" But he didn't pay any attention to what I was shouting and was still walking slowly. I really wanted to go up and punch him and get his nose hanging up. I ran over to his ear and shouted, "Your apple has been robbed." ”

He then turned and looked up at me, and I noticed that his expression was getting happier and happier, and I found that he was looking at my nose. At this time, there were many people riding bicycles down the slope, and there were two large baskets behind each car, and there were some children in the cyclists. They swarmed and immediately surrounded the cars. Many people jumped on top of the car, and the baskets containing the apples fell one after another, and the apples flowed out of some broken baskets like my nosebleeds. They all frantically loaded apples into their baskets. In just a moment, the apples on the car all went underground. At that time, several hand-held tractors rumbled down the slope, and the tractors also stopped next to the car, jumped off a bunch of big men and began to load apples on the tractors, and the empty baskets were thrown out one by one. At that time, the apples were already rolling on the ground, and everyone was crouching like toads to pick up apples.

I pounced on it at this point, and I shouted, "Robber! "Pounced on it. So countless punches and kicks came to greet me, and I was beaten almost at the same time in every part of my body. As I was propping myself up from the ground, several children hit me with apples, and the apples shattered on my head, but the head didn't. I was about to pounce on the kids when one of my feet kicked me hard in the waist. I wanted to scream, but there was no sound in my mouth. I fell to the ground, and I couldn't get up anymore, only to watch them grab the apples. I began to look for the driver with my eyes, and this guy was standing in the distance laughing at me, and I knew that my appearance must be more wonderful now than the nose just now.

At that time, I didn't even have the strength to be angry. I could only look with my eyes at all that made me extremely angry.

The one I was most angry at was the driver.

There were some hand-held tractors and bicycles down the slope, and they also threw themselves into the catastrophe. I saw fewer and fewer apples on the ground, watching some people leave and some people come. The latecomers started working on the car, and I watched as they removed the window glass, removed the tires, and pried off the planks again. The car after the tires were removed looked particularly depressed, lying on the ground. Some of the children went to pick up the baskets that had just been thrown out. I watched as the ground grew cleaner and fewer. But I could only watch, because I didn't even have the strength to be angry.

I couldn't get up as I sat on the ground, I could only let my eyes walk around. It was now empty, and only a hand-held tractor was parked next to a lying car. A man was looking east and west from the car to see what else could be taken away.

After watching for a while, they climbed onto the tractor one by one, so the tractor started. Then I saw the driver jump on the tractor too, and he was laughing at me after he sat down in the body. I saw him holding my red backpack. He snatched my backpack away. I had my clothes and my money in the backpack, as well as food and books. But he snatched my backpack away.

I watched the tractor climb up the hill and then disappear, but I could still hear it, but soon there was no sound. There was a sudden silence all around, and the sky began to darken. I was still sitting on the ground, I was hungry and cold, but I had nothing now. I sat there for a long time before I slowly got up. It was hard for me to get up because my whole body hurt violently with every movement, but I got up anyway. I walked round and round to the car. The appearance of the car was so terrible, it was lying there with scales all over its body, and I knew that I was also covered in scales.

It was completely dark, and there was nothing around, only a scaly car and a scaly me. I looked at the car with infinite sadness, and the car looked at me with infinite sadness. I reached out and stroked it. It was cold. At that time, the wind began to blow, and the wind was very strong, and the sound of the leaves on the mountain shaking was like the sound of the waves, which frightened me and made me cold like a car.

I opened the car door and went in, and the seat was not pried off by them, which gave me a little comfort. I lay down in the cab. I smelled a leak of gasoline, and it smelled like blood flowing out of my body.

It was getting windy outside, but I was starting to feel a little warmer as I lay in my chair. I felt that although the car was covered in scales, its heart was still sound and warm. I know my heart is warm too. I've been looking for an inn, and I didn't expect you to be here. Lying in the heart of the car, I remembered such a clear and gentle noon, when the sun was very beautiful. I remember playing happily outside for half a day, and then I came home and saw my father outside the window sorting out a red backpack inside the house, and I pounced on the window and asked, "Daddy, are you going out?" ”

The father turned around and said gently, "No, it's to let you out." ”

"Let me out?" "Yes, you're eighteen, and you should get to know the outside world." Then I picked up the beautiful red backpack, and my father slapped me on the back of my head like he was on a horse's butt. So I rushed out of the house cheerfully and ran like a cheerful horse.

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