Dreamland Guide

Cuanjia Village was originally called Cuandibazi, and it is located on the side of a big mountain. There was a sudden pause for the upright and steep mountain, and then a large piece of flat ground popped out, protruding forward abruptly, and then slowly falling towards both sides. The ancestors of the Cuan family have been here for more than a thousand years, building wasteland on this platform, and settled down.

Cuandi Dam has a dangerous terrain, a wide field of vision, and farmhouses to live in. In the old days, it was the ideal base for bandits. But no matter which group of bandits have ever occupied this place, it is said that it is because of the protection of the gods. In times of crisis, there are always miracles.

The most popular legend among the Cuan family is that when Tang Jiyao was in trouble and hid back to his hometown of Huize, he was chased by bandits to Cuandibazi. When there was no way to escape, the bandits were all caught in the evil for some reason. The cliff in front of the dam jumped off. Later, Tang Jiyao, the governor of southern Yunnan, had no power for a while, so he came back and set up a stele for Cuandi Dam, with a large word Cuan engraved on it, and a couplet on both sides:

Mountain gods protect Yao and Shun through the ages.

There is also a small print engraved with Tang Jiyao's rescue process at Cuandi Dam, adding fuel and jealousy, just to show that he is a blessed person, Yao and Shun are alive, and even the gods protect him.

The old people in Cuanjia Village still remember this monument. It stood until the liberation, the night before the People’s Liberation Army entered Cuanzhou. The head of Cuandibazi at the time, that is, Yao Jingjing’s grandma—the old lady Cuan ordered the monument to be taken. All the remaining words on the above are chiseled off, leaving only the word "Cuan". At that time, the people on the dam were puzzled, and it was not until more than ten years later that they saw the wiseness of the old lady when they saw it.

The Cuandi dam is good for everything. There are mountains and waters, fields and houses, and mountain gods. The only drawback is that the mountains are too dangerous and the roads are not easy to walk. It takes two hours to walk down the mountain from the dam. It's been a long time since I rushed to the nearby Jizi. This round trip is a whole day. If the weather is not good enough to catch rain and snow, I will have to stay outside for a day when I rush to the Jizi.

After the road was opened at the foot of the mountain, the people from Cuandi Bazi moved to the road at the foot of the mountain. They were no longer called Bazi, and changed their name to Cuanjia Village. Later, because the characters for Cuan were difficult to write, they joined the people in Cuanzhou City. The same, changed to the surname inch, anyway, the pronunciation is similar, people at that time didn't care how to write on the ID card, just call it the same.

In Yao Jingjing's memory, Cunjia Village was just beside this streamer-like highway. As for the dam on the mountainside, she vaguely remembered going there with her mother when she was a child, but her childhood memories were not very clear. She only remembered that the mountains there were high, the water was sweet, and there were clouds in front of the house.

The car parked in the new Cunjia Village. All the old and young in the village came out and greeted Yao's father and mother. The older women looked at Yao Jingjing and kept saying that the girl has grown up and is getting more and more. Shui Ling, and asked Mother Yao if she had chosen her son-in-law. Mother Yao said that she had chosen. She was in Wuzhong, and the one who started a big company took us all over. It just came back from Wuzhong.

Yao Jingjing was made a big red face, and kept her mother from talking nonsense, but Yao's mother didn't listen at all. Yao Jingjing didn't care at all and let her go. Anyway, she would rarely come once in a few years.

After having dinner at the uncle's house in Cunjia Village and staying for another night, Yao Jingjing followed her parents up the mountain and walked to the old Cuandi Dam in her memory.

The road up the mountain is not easy. The morning sun shines on the moss on the stone steps. Many vines have already climbed into the middle of the road. Although tourism has been developed in the past few years, there are not so many tourists who come to Cuanzhou as Chuncheng and Dali, not to mention that Cuandi Dam is still so remote.

Yao Jingjing is worried about her mother's body, but Yao's mother is as light as a swallow and walks fast. The mountains and rivers in her hometown gave her great spiritual motivation. She couldn't wait to step up the mountain to see the house she lived in when she was a child.

After walking for about an hour, Yao Jingjing saw the smoky-grey dam hidden in ancient trees and fog. There is a large stone stele as high as one person standing at the Bazikou. The body of the stele has long been weathered and mottled, but the character Cuan on the stele is very deep and extremely carved, so it is still clear, and there are still some leftovers on it. Traces of red paint on the lacquer.

Except for the word Cuan, there is still a large area of ​​space on the stele. When you get closer, you can see that the pits and pits on the stele are all chiseled marks, which makes this stele look a little strange.

Of course, Yao Jingjing had also heard about her grandma's order to cut off the remaining words. She didn't understand it when she was a child. Now thinking about it, her grandma is really foresight, and she can't help but admire her a little bit more.

After a few borders overgrown with weeds, some stone walls built up of stone blocks stood in front of many gray-tile houses that had been covered with vines.

Mother Yao complained: "Oh, that's true, I moved to the foot of the mountain, and no one cares about the old house!"

Father Yao said: "Isn't it the development of tourism? How do you look like a deserted village!"

The uncle who came with him said, "Hey, I can't come a few times a year. It's summer, and there will be no one in the autumn. We always come to clean the old house every year when we sweep the tomb in the Qing Dynasty."

They had planned to go to the grave first, but seeing the dilapidated appearance of the old house, Yao's mother couldn't help but go in and take a look, for fear that her grandma's house would be ruined, and she would have no face to talk to her grandma when she reached the grave.

The uncle took the key to help them open the ancestral house. The house was okay, there was no mildew, but the roof tiles had fallen off a lot and needed repairs.

Mother Yao took Yao Jingjing to grandma's room. Uncle Yao and Dad Yao smoked outside the house. It is said that the grandma loves cleanliness and would not allow men to enter her house during his lifetime. Although the cousin was still a child at that time, he could go in and out at will, but he would not enter the house when he grew up. Although the old lady was gone a long time ago, the villagers still abide by the rules she set. The house is cleaned by women in the village, and men never come in.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a bed, a dressing table, and an old-fashioned wooden cabinet, not at all like the people in the mountains. The moment she walked into the door, Yao Jingjing thought she had come to the boudoir of a woman from the Republic of China.

"Oh, it's okay, it's still the same." Yao's mother said, patting her chest.

Yao Jingjing saw a piece of glass pressed on the dressing table~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A few old black and white photos were pressed under the glass, all of which had been severely faded, and the top was spotted and flowery.

Yao Jingjing looked down curiously, and found that most of the photos could no longer be seen clearly, and only one of them could still be identified as a woman in military uniform. Although his face was vague, he could still feel the dashing and heroic posture.

"Wow, my grandma really served as a soldier!"

Yao Jingjing seemed to see her grandma holding a gun and killing the enemy on the battlefield.

Thinking about it this way, she doesn't feel bitter when she sweats on the training ground. After all, the blood of the old cuan family is flowing in her body!

"Mom, why do you put such an important photo of grandma so casually?" Yao Jingjing touched the glass table, feeling that the photo had been glued to the glass and could not be taken out again.

She didn't hear her mother's answer. Looking back, her mother was holding an old-fashioned square wooden box in her hand and fell asleep leaning on the head of her grandma's bed. Seeing her mother's eyelids move, she vaguely felt a wave of mental power.

Yao Jingjing is very curious, what dream is her mother going to do right now? When she thought about it, she fell into her mother's dream.

An endless sea of ​​yellow sand appeared in front of my eyes, and my mother was standing in front of the desert. There is an invisible wall between her and the desert, as if she is in a dark movie theater, with a huge screen in front of it, and the scenery of the desert is on the screen.

A person walked in the desert. At first it was a black spot. When she approached, she could see that it was an old lady in a homespun uniform. Her head was full of silver hair, but there was not a trace of wrinkles on her face, and she walked with indescribable grace.

The old lady walked up to the front and looked at Mother Yao lovingly and solemnly across the screen and said, "Where is Xueer from my house? Why is she missing?"