Chapter 73: Women Don’t Love Men Who Are Not Bad
Along the way, Xiuxiu told the legendary story of the discovery of Zimu Mountain.
More than ten years ago, there was a middle school teacher named Qiao Tongyu.
Once, a colleague invited Qiao Tongyu to visit his hometown. His colleague lived on a mountainside, and Qiao Tongyu, standing on the ground floor, happened to glance toward the opposite mountain. He felt that the two peaks, one large and one small, resembled a mother holding her son.
After returning home, Qiao Tongyu wrote a letter directly to the city leaders - "Idea of developing Yujia Village into a tourist area."
The letter suggested that Yujia Village be developed into a scenic tourist area, and the two peaks in the village be named "Mother and Child Peaks". Then, a nationwide collection of mother and child poems and couplets with the theme of "The Wandering Son's Song" should be conducted, and then a forest of mother and child poem couplets should be established.
After reading it, the city leader asked the director of education to find Qiao Tongyu immediately and bring him to see him. The next day, the city leader took Qiao Tongyu and the director of tourism to climb the mountain together.
A month later, the city transferred Qiao Tongyu to the Tourism Bureau.
Later, Qiao Tongyu gradually became the director of the Tourism Bureau.
After Xiuxiu finished her story, she asked me, "Do you know where Director Qiao's family is from?"
You're asking me, Master Shanhong, such a childish question? I laughed out loud.
Her face flushed: "Why, it's too difficult?"
"Of course it's your Murakami."
"Why?"
"First, his last name is Qiao. Second, you spoke of Qiao Tongyu with a sense of pride."
"You guessed it right, he is still my relative. But we are more distant. In terms of seniority, I call him cousin."
"He's not a relative, he's your family member." I kept it a secret.
"Why? My dad told me that he and we are related."
“People on my father’s side of the family are called relatives; people on my mother’s side are called relatives; people with whom I have a vested interest are called friends; and people with similar interests are called friends.
No matter how far away we are, Qiao Tongyu is still your family. You can give him a call and ask him to waive our entrance fees."
After hearing this, she blushed and stared at me: "I don't have that much ability."
My scumbag problem came back: "Explain to him the four words 'relatives and friends', and say, 'Brother Yu, I am your relative'. He will immediately exempt you from the charge. Maybe he will ask the whole team to unify their clothing and come to your store to customize a batch of travel clothes..."
This time, she not only laughed so hard that her body shook, but also pretended to pinch me and said, "Actually, you are so mean!"
At this time, Director Zhang called and asked where we were.
I asked for directions and was told the address.
Director Zhang said, "Hurry up, I'm right in front of you."
In just five minutes, we arrived at a huge parking lot.
The two cars stopped side by side. As soon as they came to a complete stop, three or four people came over from the square. The leader was short and ran over in two steps. He shook Director Zhang's hand with both hands and said:
"You're so efficient at work, and I didn't expect you'd be so efficient at sightseeing. I thought you'd sleep in a little longer on the weekends."
Director Zhang introduced me to Director Ming, the sanitation department of the scenic area. This group of people are all his subordinates. Then he said to Director Ming: Wan Shanhong is the last disciple of Master Hongyi of Youranju.
Director Ming stretched out his hands, shook my hands, and shook them six or seven times. He said:
"I've heard your name for a long time, and it's like thunder in my ears."
Director Zhang then introduced Xiu'er to Director Ming. Director Ming didn't extend his hand to shake her, but bowed slightly and said, "Welcome, welcome."
The few people Director Ming brought with him said they were going to get food and drove away, leaving Director Ming behind to accompany us on the mountain hike.
Director Zhang and Yu Meiren walked behind, chatting and laughing.
Director Ming mainly accompanied me and introduced me as we walked:
After more than ten years of construction, the scenic area has become well-established. Yujia Village was renamed "Ci Village". The slogan was also refined and very loud:
There are only two mothers in the world, one in my hometown and the other in Ci Village.
Many people come here because of this slogan. If they cannot go home to see their mothers, they come to Ci Village and kneel in front of the statue of the loving mother at the foot of the mountain, praying for their mothers' safety.
Some people whose mothers are no longer alive even consider the statue their own, burning paper in remembrance. For a time, the Cimu Temple was a bustling place of worship, and Cimu Mountain was a thriving destination. It became a famous tourist attraction in the five provinces and three cities surrounding the area.
He then introduced that Cimu Mountain is located in Dongcheng District. Although Director Zhang is not the director of the Tourism Bureau, he is in charge of the sanitation work in this scenic area.
Oh - I understand. Director Ming is mainly responsible for today's reception.
After a while, we arrived at the "Motherly Temple" at the foot of the mountain. It was a magnificent building, crowded with people coming in and out.
Inside the main hall, many people knelt before the huge statue, muttering something silently. However, the statue looked neither like Guanyin nor Mazu.
Director Ming was quite good at reading people's expressions and explained to me:
"According to the image of the mountain, slightly modified."
We were waiting for Director Zhang. When he came in, he said, "I have my own beliefs. I don't usually worship Buddha, but everyone has a mother, so I have to worship her when I'm here."
Director Ming gave each of us three sticks of incense. We took our turns and, like Director Zhang, bowed three times before the statue.
After leaving the hall, we started climbing the mountain.
Director Zhang said, "This mountain is relatively flat at the beginning, but it gets steeper as you go up. Yu Meiren and I are classmates. If she can't walk, I'll carry her. What if Xiuxiu can't walk? Shanhong, you carry her."
I smiled and said, "Follow the leader closely. If the director recites it, I will definitely recite it."
Director Ming joked, "Don't bet with Director Zhang. He's a leader who dares to speak his mind and act boldly. Previous directors were called Director Qiu, but now he's called Director Gan."
Yu Meiren said, "It doesn't sound good to ask the director for help, and it doesn't sound good to work for the director either. People who don't know him well think Director Zhang is very motivated."
Everyone laughed. Xiuxiu blushed and turned away to look at the scenery.
Director Zhang said, "Just do it openly and honestly, what are you afraid of?"
Director Ming said to me, "You go first. Young people are full of energy."
We gradually distanced ourselves from each other. Xiuxiu and I walked in front, Director Ming walked leisurely in the middle, and Director Zhang and Yu Meiren walked slowly at the back.
Xiuxiu pointed out different scenic spots along the way and introduced them to me.
"Look, Moon Bay." I saw several acres of curved terraced fields.
"Look, 'Jiang Jinyue'", I saw a stream in the mountains.
"Look, 'Yanlongsha'", I saw a few trees by the river.
I smiled mischievously and said, "It's better to look at you than at those places."
This time, she really got physical and twisted my arm hard, saying, "You're so mean! There must be a lot of girls who like you."
"Well, that's basically true, but I don't like them."
She rolled her eyes at me: "Slippery mouth."
In fact, we had a chemistry from the moment we met, so I dared to joke along the way.
Halfway up the mountain, there's a flat area called the "Motherly Cultural Square." Needless to say, it's packed with mother-related souvenirs, like motherly amulets, motherly spinning yarn, and "Sanlang Visiting His Mother."
There is a forest of poetry steles on the slope. They looked at the merchandise while I went to look at the steles.
On a huge stone is engraved the words: "A loving mother's hands sew the clothes for her wandering son, sewing them closely before he leaves, fearing he will be late returning."
Apart from this poem, I read them one by one, and my goodness, none of them were good. It seems that people today can write poems as well as the ancients, even if they can go to heaven and earth.
Xiuxiu followed me, and I looked at her and she looked at me too.
From what I feel, she doesn't like these things.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see here," I said.
She was taking pictures of the poetry stele and said, "Wait a minute, I'll take a few more and send them to you when I get back."
My heart warmed. I didn't expect her to be so considerate.
Walking back to Daping, Director Zhang was mad at Director Ming:
"Every time I accompany my leader here, I get scolded. With such unsanitary conditions, it's no wonder that tourists are dissatisfied, and no wonder that the leader scolds me."
The tourists probably understood that the person cursing was the leader, and the brave ones came up to complain: "What kind of Cimu Mountain is this? It's like having no mother at home, and the toilet paper is hanging on the treetops."
When Director Zhang saw the situation, he knew that if he didn't leave now, he would be in trouble, so he said:
"Let's go upstairs and see if the hygiene is better."
Continue climbing.
Director Zhang and Yu Meiren walked more slowly, while Director Ming quickly caught up with me and told me his troubles: insufficient staff, low staff enthusiasm, uphill and downhill work, too much hardship. Tourists were not well-mannered and littered everywhere.
About twenty minutes later, we reached the top of the mountain.
A large platform was built on the top of the mountain, surrounded by iron chains or concrete walls. Below the chains was a bottomless abyss.
People stand beside the chains or walls and look at the opposite mountains together.
Surrounded by clouds and mist, a mother holds her child, isolated in the world, with no mountains around.
No matter which angle you look at her, the mother is always kind.
I can't help but marvel at the wonders of nature.
Xiu'er seemed a little scared and held the hand I extended to her tightly.
We held hands and ran from here to there, from east to west, as if we had not just met today, but had been holding hands like this a long, long time ago.
"It's easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. Let's take the cable car down." Director Ming has already bought tickets for us.
"Where is Director Zhang?" I glanced at Director Ming.
Director Ming smiled evilly: "I am only responsible for accompanying you."
We took the cable car and went down.
Xiuxiu sat in front of me. The wind blew her black hair, which occasionally touched my face. The itchy feeling and the fragrance of her hair filled my heart.
I couldn't help but touch the hair that was floating behind her head. She turned her head to look at me, smiled slightly, and asked:
"Did it prick your face?"
That smile was so charming that I shook my head and said:
“I like it to be pricked a little more.”
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