"How long has the boss opened here?" the man asked.
"It's only two or three years." Ning Peiping replied.
The man nodded slightly and asked with a smile: "I don't know how the boss is called?"
Ning Peiping said: "Ning Peiping."
The population repeated, "Ning Peiping, steady and reliable, good name."
"I don't know what the guest is called?"
The man got up and added a bowl of wine, "Guan Song."
"Where do the guests come from?"
"From Chongqing."
"Oh." Ning Peiping nodded, "Chongqing is good, an internet celebrity city." Of course, Ning Peiping has never been to Chongqing, and only vaguely knows an internet celebrity city about Chongqing.
Guan Song also nodded, "There is a movie from a long time ago called "Chongqing Forest", I don't know if you have seen it."
Ning Peiping smiled and added two pieces of coal to the fire pit, "I haven't seen it."
Guan Song sighed in a vague tone of voice: "A love literary film called Chongqing Forest, but the content has nothing to do with Chongqing, and there is no forest in it."
Ning Peiping felt that this topic was boring, but the days here were already boring, and when someone talked, it was already an untapped opportunity, so he just continued: "Then why is it called Chongqing Forest?"
Guan Song shrugged: "Who cares, I haven't watched this movie, but I just know the existence of this name by accident. It feels very interesting, and it's just a little concerned."
Having said that, Ning Peiping really didn't know how to continue the topic, and originally planned to stop talking about it, but the man named Guan Song still continued on this topic.
"Don't you think the two terms Chongqing and Forest fit particularly well?"
Although Ning Peiping was still speechless, he was not particularly speechless. Because of Tibet, many literary and artistic youths came here for a long journey to purify the soul, whether it was when Ning Peiping opened a tavern or was a porter, Many people like this have been encountered, so there is no surprise at this time. He just sat silently listening to the sound of the wind and snow outside while thinking about what words to use to perfuse him. He suddenly remembered the identity of Chongqing's Internet celebrity city. The most important label was the complexity of the roads, even for local drivers. It is possible to get lost in the intricate traffic roads of Chongqing. And the forest, isn’t it also easy to get lost in it
"Perhaps, Chongqing and the forest are easy to get people lost in them."
Guan Song looked at Ning Peiping with a smile, "It is true."
Ning Peiping consciously mastered the brain circuits of the literary youth in front of him, and vaguely had the confidence to control the topic, so he proactively asked, "Is it because I want to leave the forest when I came to Tibet from Chongqing?"
Guan Song exhaled and went to add today's third bowl of wine, "Forests are everywhere. Since Chongqing's forests, why can't Tibet be forests? It's all covered by the same mist, making people lost in it."
Hearing this, Ning Peiping understood more or less that the person in front of him was probably not just a literary and artistic youth, but also a literary and artistic youth with a story. Either he was frustrated at work, his lover cheated, or his relatives and friends passed away. Either it is an incurable disease. In short, if the other party makes every turn, most of them want to tell a story, and you just have to listen carefully.
At this time, Ning Peiping, who didn't take it too seriously, did not expect that although this person did have a story to tell, what he said was not a simple story.
Chongqing has always said that with Sichuan, Sichuan and Chongqing are talking about the two, and even for a long period of time, Chongqing itself belongs to Sichuan. But the two themselves are not so similar. For example, in the western part of Sichuan, which is part of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, there are snow-capped mountains, but there are no snow-capped mountains in Chongqing. Presumably this concept is true for most people in the world. But as Guan Song, who grew up in Chongqing since he was a child, he always had doubts about this fact.
Since he was a child, he felt that there should be a snow-capped mountain hidden in the city of Chongqing.
It is Chongqing City, not Chongqing City. The two are different. Guan Song always felt that it was an east-west snow-capped mountain. The Jialing River that traverses Chongqing city is at the foot of the snow-capped mountain. The Yangtze River flows from its east side, and the cold air wrapped in frost and snow flows slowly downstream. Originally, the Jiangbei District north of the Jialing River was completely covered by snow-capped mountains, as was the Shapingba District. The Chengdu-Chongqing Ring Expressway was a dead-end road. It was also covered by snow-capped mountains, and the cement road was covered with frost. Luck in Dadukou District is better. Although the area south of Baqiao Town is frosty and disturbed by rubble falling from the mountain, there are still buildings in it.
"Is there such a snow-capped mountain in this world?" Guan Song asked Ning Peiping, who was listening attentively at this moment, "a snow-capped mountain hidden in a city with a population of tens of millions of people."
Ning Peiping felt that the person in front of him was not just a literary and artistic youth, nor a literary and artistic youth with stories. Most of them had some delusions. "Maybe, in science fiction films, such stories exist. ."
Guan Song ignored the disdain in Ning Peiping's tone, so he continued.
There is a snow-capped mountain hidden in Chongqing. Guan Song didn't know why he had such an idea. He also found it absurd. But as the time of living in Chongqing is getting longer and longer, he is addicted to the city’s lights. Pedestrians with different faces are always hidden in the reinforced jungle. Everyone has their own future and ambitions, immersed in their own life situation Reflected in the face, it is the complexion that makes onlookers elusive.
Chongqing City seems to be a labyrinth. For most people, it is a complex change composed of buildings and roads. But for Guan Song, the labyrinth is the human heart. He has lived in it for more than 20 years, but he has never walked out of it. Passing through any part of it, it is like a spring rain flowing between the eaves of the Jiangnan. Before landing, you can never guess the angle of whereabouts.
Upon hearing this, Ning Peiping increasingly felt that this person was a delusional patient with a delicate mind.
Guan Song still continued to speak downward.
He lives in the city of Chongqing day after day. The hidden snow-capped mountain has a stronger sense of existence. At first, it was just a rough outline. Later, Guan Song could feel every piece of mountain that composes it, and could be clear in the sun. In the summer of this year, I saw the flag clouds fluttering at the peak, and pedestrians walking among the cold rocks in the streets and alleys.
Even in the sweltering summer, when walking on the street, Guan Song could feel the cold wind sweeping down the foothills.
That snow-capped mountain is everywhere. Most of the time, it is hidden in the cold fog. This process accompanied Guan Song from childhood to adulthood. Later, he began to look up information and was obsessed with the slightly more appropriate concept of mirage. However, there is no mirage in this world that only one person can see, and there is no mirage. Can make people feel cold. So he began to ask the people around him, no one believed that there was a snow mountain hidden in Chongqing.
Guan Song didn’t know if this snow-capped mountain actually existed. He tried to find the snow-capped mountains around Chongqing. Among them, he stayed in Siguniang Mountain for a long time, but he was only addicted to the scenery. I know that Mount Siguniang is not the snow mountain of Chongqing.
What should the snow-capped mountains in Chongqing look like? What is on the foothills? What kind of peaks are hidden behind the layers of clouds
Later, Guan Song began to hear strange sounds from the snow-capped mountains. The low voices continued to break through the fog on the snow-capped mountains and passed to Guan Song's ears, who lived in Chongqing. Guan Song asked other people, Have you heard other voices? His friends have long been accustomed to his babbling, so someone joked that I heard it, maybe it was uploaded by the snow-capped mountains.
Guan Song knew that the man was joking, but he really believed that this was a voice from the snow-capped mountain above his head.
Day after day, the sound was continuous, sometimes clearer, sometimes like a gossamer, but finally one day, Guan Song suddenly realized that the sound was the sound of chanting. (End of this chapter)