"Why are there not many people? Is there a new city over there?" I said.
The driver said, "I bought the clothes I am wearing at the station? That lady will make money. Where are you tourists from the south, right?"
I said, "I'm from Chongqing."
"Chongqing..." the driver said, "I know Chongqing, the mountain city, the Jialing River, and the Zhazidong. No wonder you don't know that the climate in Chongqing is much better than ours. It will snow in September."
I asked, "Master, what did you just say about the shortage of people on Kangming Road?" I said to my heart that this is really a good driver who promotes the characteristics of a taxi driver.
The driver turned the steering wheel and said: "We don't care about each other. We don't care about each other in the west, don't care about the east, don't care about my father, and don't love my mother."
I thought about it and understood. The west refers to Inner Mongolia, and the east refers to Heilongjiang. Inner Mongolia certainly does not manage an area that is not under its jurisdiction, and Heilongjiang probably doesn't have much enthusiasm for this enclave.
"We Jiagedaqi was still very brilliant in the past. Before the railway branch was abolished, this place was still the most developed and prosperous government office in the Greater Xing'an Mountains. Lumberjacks and railway workers who don’t want to come to Jiagedaqi, the pearl of Xing’an, Jiage. Daqi, when I was young, I was a lumberjack, and the working people were the most glorious at that time. As a lumberjack in Xing'anling, although it was very cold in winter, we were logging wood in the waist-deep snow, and a group of people shouted passionately. Come on, cheer up, senior workers are more than 100 yuan a month, which is still more than 100 yuan in the early 1970s.
Later, we returned farmland to forests and protected virgin forests. The country no longer needs our timber..." His expression was a little lonely, "No timber is needed, lumberjacks are no longer needed, and Jiagedaqi is no longer needed. "
"Now the people here are all going outside to make a living, not going to Guangdong. That's your Southerner's world. Most of them go to Tianjin, Harbin, and Changchun. My child went to Changchun for the exam and is now looking for a job. , He said he would not return to Jiagedaqi in the future." The driver rubbed his hands on the steering wheel.
"It’s okay to go out. Jiagedaqi is past tense. What can I do to stay here. It’s still so cold in winter, and it’s especially cold when I have nothing to do at home. I didn’t feel the temperature when I was logging in the forest farm before. At this low level, Jagedaqi has become colder and colder in recent years.
My child said that when I settle down, I will pick me up to settle in Changchun. Several of my colleagues have been picked up by the child. The farthest one has gone to Hainan, so far... But I won’t go, I’m facing Jiagedaqi. It is emotional. "
The driver has been talking about it. It may be rare to find such two quiet listeners. I said: "Aren't you developing tourism now? Relying on the natural resources of Daxinganling, there is Mohe in the north and Hulunbuir in the south."
"It's a bit of hope, but there are fewer and fewer people here. There are families walking, and there are no lights in many places at night. In the end, we may be the only loggers who were willing to stay here and stay in Canada. Gudachi."
Empty city. There are many such cities in China. They are formed, prosperous, and brilliant because of resource development. The history of the construction of the Republic is covered with medals of them. Workers came there in response to the call in the turbulent era and plunged into the fiery wave of construction. Everyone is full of hope, and everyone is proud to belong to this city.
Later, either because of resource exhaustion, or because of rising costs, or because of environmental protection, in short, everything disappeared with the passage of that era. Jagdaqi is just a less well-known place in a resource-depleted city.
When we arrived at Kangming Road, the driver pointed us, "No. 34 is over there."
After paying, get off the bus. There is a small gray street. There is a problem with the roadside drainage system. There are pits and pits of water everywhere, and many places on the cement road have been cracked one by one. The surrounding buildings also reveal a sense of age, and the exterior decorations of the buildings are very old.
There is a school over there, and the sign read it is "Daxinganling Experimental Middle School". The driver only pointed us a rough direction. The specific number 34 has to be found by myself.
Finally, along the street at the entrance of the school, I asked an old man sitting on the corner basking in the sun, "Master, may I ask you, where is No.34 Kangming Road North?"
The old man put his hands in his sleeves and half-opened his eyes. I could hardly see his pupils, only the whites of the eyes exposed from the crevices of the eyelids, but he still saw us clearly: "From the station? From outside, right?"
I thought to myself whether this dress was so distinctive, and I didn't see the word "Outlander San" printed on it.
I bent down again and asked, "Yes, we are tourists. Where is the number 34?"
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at us for a long while, and the rocking chair that was swinging around stopped shaking, just looking at us like this. I thought he didn't hear clearly, and just wanted to ask aloud again, but he stood up with his hand on the arm of the chair, gave us a bad look, arched back and walked back.
I thought he didn't want to care about us, but when I saw him trembling and tipping his feet, he took a gray sign from the door frame and patted the gray on it. Let's take a look-No.34 Kangming Road North.
This is asking about my family.
The old man shivered again and put the sign back, "What's the matter?"
"Excuse me, you old..." I considered the words, "Have you sent two packages to Chongqing?"
He turned around again and didn't know which corner he dragged out a sign, wiped it out, and the few big characters were clear-Zhongtong Express.
"I send parcels to people every day."
I can tell you that this is the place where I found someone’s delivery point. This delivery point is located near the school. It is estimated that there is only one place around it. This trip came in vain. I said, "Thank you old gentleman."
As soon as he was about to leave, he stopped us, "You just said, send it to Chongqing?"
"correct."
"Are there two packages one after another?"
As soon as I heard that there was a door, this person was probably an insider, "By the way, old gentleman, it was two parcels one after another. Later I found out that it was sent from here. I want to find out who sent it."
The old guy took a trip to the rocking chair, closed his eyes and stopped talking. I rushed to buy a cigarette from Chongyang, and finally Chongyang took a piece of Changbai Mountain back. I said to my heart that you would be good at buying it.
"Old gentleman, Changbai Mountain, this is a little bit from our two younger generations."
The old guy snorted, "Changbai Mountain, I don’t like eating. Let’s put it there. I know who sent this package. You cross the road and walk along the alley to the forest park. That person I live in the penultimate building in the alley." (End of this chapter)