A long time ago, I thought in my mind that I would write something about me and this small town I like, because the memory may not be so clear at all. But I have always been annoyed and busy because of trivial matters, so that I ended up today.
I still remember the day I first came to Leshan many, many years ago.
To be specific, it should be more than ten years ago. The weather is the same as today, the sun is shining brightly and it's summer, but it doesn't seem to be particularly hot, it's just a day in early summer. I came to Leshan just because I was angry with my family. The car was parked on the Binjiang Road outside the current Zhanggongqiao Market. I didn't know where the car's terminal was? I didn't know where I should get off the bus, or even how I got off the bus. It seemed that just because someone got off the bus there, I got off the bus anyway after arriving in Leshan.
It was my first time in the city, a country kid, and it was my first time in my life that I had to sit in a car for such a long time. When I first got off the bus, I saw many buildings closely packed together. It seemed that the edge of a big river was full of houses. (I didn't know that at that time, there were so many high-rise buildings nowadays.) The purpose was vague, just to get angry, and fate was destined to tell me: I would be punished for being angry with my relatives.