The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 103 The Snow Ghost Hits the Wall

After Hu Jingda decided to divorce, she felt relaxed, and she was much more cheerful than before, with a smile on her face.Of course, this is not to be happy about the divorce, but to feel really relaxed.

In fact, there are three kinds of human happiness.

The first is to be happy over others.

This phenomenon is very common, and it is the lowest level of happiness.For example, my house is bigger than yours, and I am happy; my car is better than yours, and I am happy; I earn more money than you, and I am happy.and many more.This kind of happiness that seems to have defeated others is actually not long-lasting, because others will quickly overcome themselves, and they will not be happy.

The second kind of happiness is to conquer oneself.

Always defeat the previous self and let yourself live better than before, so that you will be happy.

But what about the rest of your life?
The curve of human life indicates that when a certain height is reached, it will naturally go downhill.When we enter the second half of our life, our body is not as good as before, our energy is not as strong as when we were young, and our career is not as brilliant as before. Do we still have to overcome ourselves at this time?
Impossible to beat.

So does it mean that the first half of life is happy and the second half is painful?

The real happiness of a person is the third kind—letting go after looking away.

Don't always think about defeating others, it's useless.

Material abundance can indeed bring satisfaction to people, but satisfaction and happiness are two different things.

Satisfaction is often associated with desire, and happiness is an emotion deep inside.

Desires are endless and easily lead to pain.Happiness makes people healthy and free from pain.

Don't always think about defeating yourself. How many things in the world can be achieved by human beings?

Whenever you say to yourself "I am the best now", then happiness will always surround you.

When we can understand life correctly, we will know that happiness is very simple.Things become complicated because we think about it complicatedly, and "complex thinking" is often because our thinking is complicated.

It can make the age continue to grow, so that we can mature, move towards middle age, and old age.After going through the world, you should let yourself become a child again. If you live with a foolish mentality after you understand everything, you will have a lot of joy and happiness, or you will be very tired.

"Sister Zhang, it's snowing, so I can get off work early." Hu Jing said to Zhang Li.

"Well, I can get off work early today." Zhang Li said.

"Shabu Shabu?" Hu Jing asked.

Zhang Li gave Hu Jing a puzzled look, because Hu Jing seldom took the initiative to ask her out for dinner, and there was only one time in three years—the time when she divorced her husband.

Going to eat hot pot?Is there something else?

Zhang Li thought to herself and asked, "What's the matter?"

Hu Jing smiled, her pink cheeks glowing.Said: "It's nothing, I want to eat hot pot, what else do I have to do? Look at you."

Seeing that Hu Jing was fine, Zhang Li said, "Let's eat it. My house has ready-made hot pot. There are slices of meat and vegetables. Come to my house after get off work."

"I'll buy two more dumplings, do you have wine at home?"

"Yes, that's enough." Zhang Li said, "It's boring for us to eat, so call Old Tan."

"Okay, I'll go tell him."

After Hu Jing finished speaking, she walked towards the kitchen, just as Lao Tan came out of the kitchen.Hu Jing told Lao Tan to eat hot pot at Zhang Li's house after get off work, and Lao Tan readily agreed, but he had to go to the dumpling restaurant first, and asked Zhang Li and Hu Jing to prepare it at home first.

When Lao Tan came out of the store, the snow was still falling and flying.The snowflakes all over the sky were scattered from the sky like torn pieces of paper under the illumination of street lamps.

The snow on the ground has covered the feet, and there is a pleasant sound of "creak" and "creak" when stepping on it.

The snow is not cold and the snow is cold.

It is warm when it snows, especially at night, when there is no wind, the sky and the earth are shrouded in flying snowflakes, making it warm.

Lao Tan likes snow, to be precise, he likes the feeling of peace when it snows.

Large flakes of snow fell freely and slowly, dyeing the world into flying white.

At this moment the world is quiet, and the sound of life beating can be heard.

Old Tan was walking in the snow, the zipper of his down jacket was not pulled, it was open.Snowflakes fell on the bald head from time to time, warm and cool.

He stopped, bent down, grabbed a ball of snow on the snow with both hands, squeezed it vigorously, and a snowball was born.

He didn't throw the snowball out, but held it with his hands, and the snowball slowly became hard through the temperature of his palm——
A snowy night 20 years ago appeared before my eyes.

At that time, he was in high school, and when he came out of school after evening self-study, there was snowflakes in the sky.Just like the snow today, it is very big and eloquent.

It takes an hour to walk ten miles from the school to his home, and he has to pass a big mountain ridge. After crossing the mountain ridge, he is home.

I am used to walking in normal days, I don't feel how far it is, humming a song while walking, thinking about the things in the textbook in my mind, and I will be home in a while-an hour seems to have passed without much time for him.

But it was a snowy night, and there were no street lights in the mountain village, so we usually traveled by the moonlight and the lights of every household in the village on both sides of the road.

There was too much snow, but it was quiet and warm.

Walking on the road, I vaguely saw the flying snow and the faint lights in the snow. The lights made people homesick.

In fact, he can live in the dormitory of the school in such weather, and the classmates who live in the dormitory during self-study also told him not to go back and live in the dormitory.But he likes snow and the feeling of walking in the snow.

Walk through the neighboring villages and come to the foot of the mountain ridge.

Already came out of a sweat, covered with heat.

As long as he goes up the mountain ridge and then goes down, he will be home. At this time, his mother should be waiting for him on the kang, and there are hot meals in the pot on the floor outside.

He looked up at the tall and dark mountain ridges in the snowy night, but in fact he saw nothing, just a pitch black mixed with snowflakes.

He started walking up the beam.

Usually, you can walk to the top of the beam in 8 minutes, and you can see the village under the beam, the mine of Beishan and the bright lights on the mine.Whenever I see the lights in the mine, I will say in my heart——finally I am home.

But for some reason, when he walked up the mountain beam, he felt that the mountain beam was longer than before, with no end, no matter how he walked, he couldn't reach the top of the beam.

This process didn't feel tired at all, and I didn't feel the existence of time.It just felt like it was coming soon, it was coming soon.

When he realized why it hadn't arrived for such a long time, a chill suddenly rose from his back, and the hairs all over his body stood up, and he couldn't help shivering.

Where did this go?

How do you feel that the road ahead is the road, why can't you go to the end?

Three words popped up in my head—ghost hitting the wall.

This was the first thing he thought of, and it was also a ghost phenomenon often said in the countryside.

The snow is still falling, and it is white.

He was standing on the ridge right now, and he only needed to walk another 20 meters to see the lights under the ridge, but he couldn't get out, he just circled in place——
Evil door!

His whole body was tense, his eyes were fixed on the front, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

This is a ghost encounter.

He thought to himself, he couldn't help shivering when he thought of ghosts, and then boundless fear came to him from all directions, and he felt that he couldn't move——
Just standing there dumbly, like a dead person, with his eyes fixed on the front——
Apart from the flying snowflakes ahead, there is boundless darkness——
Fear, restlessness.

The hairs stand on his head.

Difficult as looking from both sides, it is all darkness.

the silence—
Suddenly, a bright light tore through the darkness like lightning.

A man on a motorcycle came up from under the ridge, and the headlights of the motorcycle shone a light on the snowy night.

Old Tan was like a drowning man suddenly grabbing a life-saving straw, his body trembled violently, as if breaking free from the invisible imprisonment, and he was able to move.

The motorcyclist also saw him, seemed to be taken aback, slowed down, and drove past him.

After the motorcycle passed by, it was immediately plunged into boundless darkness.

But he wasn't so scared anymore - just now he found that he had reached the top of the beam by the light of the motorcycle, and he only needed to walk another 20 meters to see the lights under the beam.

Let yourself calm down, and cough vigorously, to strengthen yourself psychologically, and then step forward.

When I took the first step, I almost fell down, my legs were limp and I had no strength.

And then the second light came, and the sound of a motorcycle was heard——
He was relieved, knowing that it was the late mine workers who had just left work and started riding their motorcycles home.

(End of this chapter)