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A few months ago, I went to Hohhot to visit an old classmate who ran a beauty salon for some physiological matters.

She and I met at Dongfeng Road, ate Tuoxian stewed fish near Kuanxiangzi, and finally drank Caoyuan Bai at Hebei Street.

After a few drinks, I started to look dazed. She noticed my embarrassment and considerately took me to a place with yellow light, and asked me to wait for her outside the door while she went to get a room.

I looked towards the place where she entered with a drunken look, and in the dim light I seemed to see a toilet with the words "Qingcheng Inn" glowing in the distance.

I understand that she said our reunion would be a fierce battle, so I accept the extent of the evil.

Several days after returning to Chengdu, I still cannot accurately describe where I lived that night.

We seemed to have completed our control over each other in a public toilet unit, and it seemed that we had accommodated the possibility of meeting the basic needs of the general public in a hotel.

In an instant, I felt like a boy who accidentally walked into a dirty shop during adolescence; there were no results, but also answers everywhere.

Later I had to call my classmate to verify it. On the other end of the phone, she was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the bar and the excitement of clinking glasses.

She said she was working in the livehouse in Qingcheng Station and would contact her later.

I said, "Okay." Then my sea of ​​consciousness fell into chaos again.

To this day, I still don’t quite understand the true purpose of Qingcheng Station.

It is like a stomach stationed in the city, carrying all the reincarnations of the entire city. It is also like a temple that spreads elegance, bringing some fun to the world between Mount Sumeru.

People often say that going to the toilet in Hohhot feels like accidentally entering an empty door.

If you are a person who only has basic needs, going in will only make you look like you don't understand the city's customs.

After solving the problem, I had to spend dozens of dollars on a cup of coffee at the coffee shop next door, and then sit at the door and watch others go down the same old path as me.

It didn't feel like going to the toilet, but rather like the toilet was using it.

The Qingcheng Station in Hohhot still maintains the official title of a special public toilet.

But among the people, its role is closer to a "post station" culture that has disappeared.

People can get a sudden realization of Tocqueville's maxims at Qingcheng Inn, or relive their childhood innocence at Qingcheng Inn. Some people also recall their failed 30s, a pile of debts, and an uncertain future. The more they think about it, the angrier they get. They turn around and open a big one next door, venting all their frustrations into the municipal pipe network.

In Xiaowei's words, going to the toilet at Qingcheng Station has deviated from the underlying logic of going to the toilet and has become an emerging industry that links demand and need.

He had gone to Hohhot before and had a stomach upset at the Altai Amusement Park. In the end, he had to go to the traditional public toilet at the Dongwayao Wholesale Market to get relief.

I asked him why, and he just said that he felt his things were not worthy.

But for the locals, a toilet is just a toilet, and no matter how good Qingcheng Inn is, it is just a toilet.

The outsiders who went to the Qingcheng Station to use the restroom for the first time were in disbelief and stood at the door with their legs clasped together, anxious. I don't know what they were afraid of.

The locals who came out saw it, came out and waved their hands, telling them that this was the toilet in Hohhot, and they could go there without worry, it was free, and they could buy the famous local steamed buns after use.

While other cities are still trying to add more public toilets, Inner Mongolia is already trying to expand the dimensions of public toilets.

In the Qingcheng Station in Inner Mongolia, your excretion problem is just a basic problem. Once the basic problem is solved, we must focus on the people's greater life needs.

Life is nothing more than eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping, and Qingcheng Station takes care of all of this.

According to the text on the Hohhot Municipal Service Network, since the "toilet revolution" in 2017, the entire Hohhot city has had more than 372 Qingcheng Stations.

These new public toilets, which are integrated with citizens' lives, cover various business types that are closely related to the public, from supermarkets, restaurants, bookstores to bars, cafes, and banks.

He is like a noble person who helps you solve your problems when you need him most and gives you a red envelope of 200 yuan and tells you to live well.

My classmates from Inner Mongolia also told me that after going to Qingcheng Posthouse, people will have some kind of inexplicable nature, and they will no longer leave without wiping their hands after defecating like they do in other places. Now they will wash their hands respectfully before leaving.

My teacher said that this is how the environment changes people. The effect is immediate. I said, this is amazing.

Those old Inner Mongolians who have experienced this will tell you that the deep knife marks on the wooden tables and chairs at Qingcheng Post Station are actually the years carved by the older generation of herdsmen with daggers; and the businesses running the stations are the modern grassland people’s romantic expression of wind and freedom.

Later I felt that Qingcheng Station was really like life.