Xiao Fan picked up a handbag, the kind of handbag specially made for hiking, made of canvas and beige in appearance.
He packed the bag with one or two changes of clothes, toothbrushes, razors and other daily necessities.
I also brought a flashlight.
Today he wore a casual black jacket bought by Muji, a hooded one, with a blue shirt underneath, light blue jeans, and a pair of black Martin boots.
Well, that should be enough.
He has never traveled far. It must have been two years since he last left the province. Calculated, it has been more than two years.
But this time's state of mind was completely opposite to the last time. Xiao Fan didn't know what kind of state of mind it was, so he told himself in his heart that he should take everything lightly, no matter what happens next.
Before going out, he picked up the black sunglasses he had put aside for a long time and put on a peaked cap.
Destination: Zhoujia Village.
Xiao Fan checked the location on his mobile phone navigation in advance and learned that Zhoujiacun was in this province, not out of the province yet, in a small town in a small county in the upper south corner of the province.
Xiao Fan first took a train to xx city, and then waited for more than half an hour before getting on a bus that was about to start.
"Can I go directly to Zhoujia Village?" Xiao Fan asked the flight attendant. The flight attendant was a middle-aged woman. She stared at Xiao Fan with a pair of worldly eyes and kept counting the money in her hand, and then she replied: "
No, only to the town."
At first glance, the flight attendant must be the boss's wife, and the driver should be her man.
"How far is the town from Zhoujiacun? I'd like to ask."
"It's about a few kilometers, you just need to take a ride."
"Thank you." Xiao Fan then walked towards the back of the car.
The car started with a rumble and soon it was on the road.
Xiao Fan put on his headphones and listened to the song, and the scenery outside the car window fell backwards.
Poplar trees, fields, fish ponds, cows and sheep grazing grass, and the silhouette of a tiny farmer.
Today the sky is clear and clear, there are clouds in the sky, and there is wind. The wind occasionally blows across the surface of the pond, causing fine wrinkles, and the green grass and wheat flowers are swaying slightly with their heads lowered.
It was very quiet inside the car, with only sporadic voices heard.
Most are asleep.
Suddenly, a head appeared from the front seat and looked back at Xiao Fan.
It turned out to be a little boy. The little boy had a pair of big dark eyes and stared at Xiao Fan's face strangely.
Xiao Fan was a little embarrassed by the little boy. Is there something on my face? Xiao Fan took off his sunglasses, looked at the little boy, and asked kindly: "Little brother, how old are you?"
The little boy didn't pay attention, but quickly looked away.
Xiao Fan also felt baffled.
What is this?
The car drove for half an hour, and the road started to become a little bumpy. It must be said that the infrastructure in the remote areas was not in place.
However, the deeper you go, the more desolate you see. There are few crops planted in the fields, and most of them are weeds and wild flowers half as tall as a man.
Eyes filled with a sense of desolation.
Xiao Fan momentarily suspected that he had stepped into Borges's "The Garden of Forking Paths".
The bus traveled for about twenty minutes, and finally stopped in a sparsely populated town. The architecture of the town was somewhat semi-ancient and semi-modern. Some of the houses had a pair of ceratopsians.
There is a river, and through the gaps between the houses you can see a small stone arch bridge in some places.
The car stopped on the side of the road and turned off the engine.
The middle-aged female flight attendant shouted loudly: "Zhoujiakou Village has arrived! Zhoujiakou Village has arrived! Wake up if you are about to get off the bus! Bring your luggage!"
At this time, the passengers who were about to get off the bus gradually woke up from their drowsiness and moved forward slowly.
Xiao Fan was sitting on the seat at the back of the car. At this time, he also picked up his bag and lined up to wait to get off.
It was getting late now, the sun had set in the west, and the light was gradually getting darker.
Xiao Fan looked at his watch, the hands pointed to five-fifty.
"Hey, young man, Zhoujia Village is in that direction." The proprietress pointed in the direction of the front of the car, where you can see an intersection in the distance, and you don't know where it leads. "There are Numb and motorcycles at the corner of the street."