Lanzhou always leaves in the early hours of the morning;

Lanzhou is warm and drunk at night.

In Lanzhou, I met some friends, listened to their stories and smoked some Lanzhou cigarettes together.

1

I went to Dunhuang from Hami, and I chose to go from Hami in the past because I was poisoned by the movie No Man's Land. We are a chartered bus, running on the deserted 2 15 national highway. There are no cars on the road, and there are no two pedestrians. They are all special sand. The car goes very fast. If this is a sports car, I guess the driver can drive it to the sky.

People have to shit and pee when they eat and sleep. In the desert, there is no service area at all. Drive for a while, stop for a while, get off and solve it yourself. The man was fine, so he just opened the floodgate next to the car and let the little girls suffer. The vast desert is bare. A group of adults began to whistle in the direction of pouting in the distance, which was also a comfort to the boredom of the journey.

"Your boy is very serious. He doesn't look at people and girls or whistle." Sister Sun told me that she handed me a cigarette, which was a black Lanzhou.

"As a pure boy like me, how can I peek at a little girl?" I responded to Sun Jie's question and answer with a righteous face. Actually, I want to see it. One is that I can't whistle, and the other is that Sister Sun is standing next to me, so I can't see if I want to. What a pity.

I met Sister Sun in the car. She has a stomachache, and I happen to have the habit of taking medicine. It will be warm to help each other when you are away from home. That's how I met Miss Sun.

"Bah," Sun Jie laughed at me. "It must be me here. You look embarrassed. I still can't see your little sausage? " Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy, and Sun Jie can see it at a glance.

Heilanzhou is a bit bitter and has been coughing. Sister Sun gave me a number and said to me very domineering: "Just say that I gave it to you, and this person will treat you well when you arrive in Lanzhou."

2

The man who came to meet me at the station is a stingy man, with a full face of vicissitudes of life and thin long hair, quite like a ruined generation.

"Are you Xiao Liu?" Uncle Yu asked me. "Yes," I said. Get in the car. Viagra handed me a helmet. It makes me look stupid. All right. His motorcycle came to pick me up, which is the horizon I have always loved. When the roar of the engine, as a sharp weapon to blow up the street, sounded, I couldn't help shouting and lying down.

Uncle kuo's surname is ma. I want to call him mark. He said there were too many people by that name, so let's call him Ma Lao. Ma Lao took me to dinner.

The first meal was in Lanzhou, in a remote alley. The signboard swayed in the wind and almost fell off, which was quite a bit like a black shop in Longmen Inn. I didn't look at the menu, the old horse didn't order, the wine was served first, and the old horse handed me a cigarette.

The wine I drink is called Guhezhou. To tell the truth, it's not good at all. It's choking my throat. Drink it and keep your head clear. The old horse wants to light my cigarette, and I said I don't smoke. The old horse gave me a look and said, why doesn't Lanzhou smoke? He handed me Lanzhou. I think I put my foot in my mouth I took a swig of Guhezhou and felt like crying. The old horse said, the food is coming, drink slowly, or help me order Lanzhou.

We went to Caicai without a reservation. First, hold a large basin of mutton in your hand, such as a washbasin. Mutton is a big piece, even with bones and meat. No chopsticks, no gloves, just grab and eat with your hands, or eat. There is no fishy smell, the mutton is fat but not greasy, and the cooking is particularly bad. Spiced aniseed has infiltrated, so there is no need to dip it in any seasoning. Eating large pieces of meat and drinking too much. Guhezhou didn't choke at all, so he went down with a shout.

Next is roast mutton, and the old horse who drank a little wine began to introduce roast mutton. The old horse lives in Jingyuan, Gansu, and raises and eats sheep. Sheep in Jingyuan eat saline-alkali grass, which is not fat but has a lot of meat, especially suitable for roasting whole sheep. Roasting sheep with fruit and charcoal is a technical job. Baked with secret seasoning, tender outside and tender inside. Slow fire is not suitable for cooking, and fire burns easily. You have to keep turning over, control the heat, and infiltrate the seasoning into the innermost layer to taste good. I have to say, this is the best roast mutton I have ever eaten.

You can't eat anything behind, such as meat rolls, dried skin and black beans. Oh, it's delicious.

The old horse let me drive. He drank a little too much and walked around. The point is, I'm drifting when I walk. When a man touches a loaded gun, a roaring engine and a beautiful woman, adrenaline will be secreted crazily. I quickly pulled his eyes to 120, and the accelerator kept pulling down, and our wine suddenly woke up. The old horse and I stopped at the edge of the Yellow River. It was a little cold in Lanzhou at night, so the old horse lit a cigarette.

I know that Ma Lao is also a man with a story.

three

Old horses sing folk songs. At that time, folk songs were not popular, and there was no Miss Dong or Nan Shan Man. Lanzhou, a city where the Yellow River passes through the city, is especially suitable for the growth of folk songs.

Lanzhou always leaves in the early hours of the morning; Lanzhou is warm and drunk at night.

I said, Ma Lao, I used to write poems and ballads, but I couldn't sing because I was tone deaf.

The old horse said, forget it. Can you still write poetry and folk songs? Young writers and artists have a bad habit of being the best in the world. You talk nonsense.

I showed it to the old horse, a song I wrote, Gu Xiang, and the girl we helped him chase together in those years. The old horse didn't speak, saying that my writing was ok, and he groaned a little. Southerners are melodramatic. I asked the old horse to show me his, and the old horse replied, get out.

No guitar, no immobility. The old horse sang for me by the Yellow River. Lanzhou always leaves in the early hours of the morning; Lanzhou, warm and drunk at night; Lanzhou, the endless Yellow River flows eastward; Lanzhou, at the end of the road is the entrance to the sea.

Ma Lao never told me his story with Sun Jie. They met in a bar, and Sun Jie was just a passer-by. Did the old horse's song make Sun Jie cry? They met in the restaurant of Longmen Inn, and the food recommended by the old horse caught Sun Jie's stomach and her heart? This water-deficient Gobi city doesn't have so many affairs. Is it inseparable from Sun Jie?

I don't know. Old horse didn't tell me. He kept smoking.

Sister Sun went to Dunhuang and flew back to Shanghai without stopping in Lanzhou. In Shanghai, where money is on fried dough sticks, Sister Sun lives a leisurely petty bourgeoisie life. Later, she sent me an email, which was her wedding stationery. I didn't go. After all, the groom is not an old horse. I don't know their story. Maybe that's the sentence. My horseshoe was a mistake. I am not a returnee. I am just a passer-by.

They may have smoked a Lanzhou together, Lanzhou, Lanzhou!