no one can travel alone

Chapter 2 Live like a traveler (1)
Chapter. 01
In 2003, when I was 14, I met her in a forum.

For many years, I didn't really meet her, I only relied on letters.We are in the same city, but we have never met each other. I am stuck in the middle and high school life between two points and one line, and she is planning the future earlier than me.

Occasionally, I would write long letters to her, pouring out all the troubles that are not worth mentioning now.Then after a long time, when those little troubles can no longer be remembered, there will be a letter of hers lying in my mailbox, and when I open it, there are some small cards or a photo inside.

She smiled, her eyes were curved, gentle and soft.That was my most inferior and cowardly student days, but she was as beautiful as a star, shining far away.More importantly, she always reminded me of some good things in the letter, for example, she said: Sister, I really like your name, you don't know how many people can't envy you.For another example, she told me that when she read my letters, she always got a kind of warm power, which made her look forward to every conversation with me.

It made me believe that I was not as bad as I thought.She is like a sister, a girlfriend, and a teacher.She radiates light, and uses this light to cast beautiful colors on those around her.I am absolutely sure that no matter how perfect things happen to her, it should be taken for granted.

Today, I always think that the reason why we are what we are is always due to countless small details that happened in the past.As long as any one of them deviates, we will go down another track and become another look.

Chapter. 02
But fortunately, we have come to today because of small encounters.

It was a period of youth that thought it was like a year, but it was proved to be fleeting.

After the senior high school entrance examination, I entered an ordinary high school and chose liberal arts, with mediocre grades and an ordinary life.The only joy is to write a lot of things, letters, diaries, or some naive novels and lyrics that are so childish that I want to burn them all.

Under the guise of learning geography, I bought a lot of maps and guidebooks.This is my original way of leisure, and it is also my secret.When I was tired from reading, I would turn a page at random and imagine myself traveling from any door of Doraemon to a new world at one end of the earth, living a completely different life.

I was thinking, even if I could go to Tianjin, which is close to Beijing, it would be fine.Beidaihe is also fine.But I still can only live in the kingdom of books.Like countless teenage girls, she studied step by step, passed the college entrance examination, and entered university.

The only change in my life was that I met her.

Wearing a bright orange sweater, she walked towards me around the square's fountain.I recognized her and didn't know what tone to use to speak.She was much more relaxed than me. She patted my head as soon as she came up and said that she would take me to eat a delicious puff.I looked at her, sweating from nervousness, the cream of the puffs was squeezed onto the clothes, not daring to be noticed by her, so I wiped it with the back of my hand desperately.

That day, she invited me to a tea restaurant and gave me a small notebook.When she poked the lemon in the lemon black tea, she was slightly dazed and frowned. I called her, but she acted as if nothing had happened.

That year, I was worried about the boy I secretly liked chatting with other girls.I never understood her exhaustion and confusion at that moment.Not long after she attended the university graduation ceremony, she called me and told me that she was leaving Beijing to work in Shenzhen.

She sent me a photo taken at the beach, where she was squatting on the beach, holding a starfish in her hand.In the letter, she said that when she met me, she stood at a crossroads with her boyfriend who had been in love for four years.She doesn't know whether to bite the bullet and move forward, or to go back to the original point and set off separately.No one knows either.The future, what will the future hold?
That question mark is heavily drawn.

In the letter, she eloquently told me her emotional story for the first time.They left their hometown together to enter a university in Beijing, but they all forgot that no one would stay in the same place, so it didn't seem to be an accident that they went in different directions.

At the end, she said: I don't know the future, what kind of person will you be with?I just hope, he won't make my sister cry, that's all.

The letter paper has wet and dry marks.In the future, I don't know either.

Chapter. 03
Later I graduated, got a job, and no longer corresponded with her.We often just send a few text messages, or leave a message in each other's blog, caring and waiting from afar.

As if God wanted to make up for my long-term lack, I began to travel frequently and run here and there.That was the age when I was the most energetic and most like a blank paper, with blind optimism of taking hardship as a tonic.Sometimes when I receive a call, I go straight to the airport after lunch at the company, and fly back the next morning with only 200 yuan on me.He also created the craziest record. He traveled for 21 days in one month, went to nine cities, got seriously ill after returning, packed his luggage and set off immediately.

But I am very happy.As long as I am not in Beijing, I am very interested in going anywhere.

What's more, there are some places where arriving is like traveling.For example, the city I longed for many years ago, the city covered with clouds - Kunming.

Kunming's airport is hidden in the city center, small and chic, connecting the city with the wider world.Before the plane landed, I lay on the window overlooking the clouds outside.Big and big flowers, one after another into pieces.Before reuniting with my colleagues, I had five hours to act alone, and I could be a complete traveler, dragging a peach-colored suitcase and wandering freely.

The ignorant are fearless, and so are novice travelers.I took what turned out to be a dangerous motorcycle to the city center for lunch.The wind was blowing, and in the distance were clouds that were so low that they seemed to fall to the ground. I covered my mouth and smiled secretly, but with the other hand, I quickly tightened my luggage, fearing that it would fall and break into pieces.

This small restaurant was originally located in a railway station in Kunming.The first problem a person faces is to accept the troubles caused by big eyes and small belly.The most famous steam pot chicken must be ordered. The pineapple rice looks delicious too. What is the gold bar thin bean flour?Who knows when I will come again next time, so I will always order a try this time.

When it was served, the table was full, and he secretly blamed himself for being greedy.Take a photo before eating, then lick your mouth, and feast on it.The glass table can reflect the blue sky above the head. It is a beautiful meal. After eating, staring at the food and staring at it carefully, I am willing to pay the bill and continue on the road with the suitcase.

The sun was rising, but it began to rain in an instant.So I found a cafe, and its sign smiled at me after being baptized by the rain.I ran over in three steps and two steps, and the clerk came out friendly to help me with my luggage.That is so far I have never found a similar taste of algae salt coffee.I took a photo with a mobile phone with not too high a resolution and posted it on Weibo.A pair of girlfriends sat at the next table, chatting in dialect.Secretly pricked up his ears, but couldn't hear why.

When you leave, pick up your luggage.The clerk smiled and said: Remember to come again next time.

But I thought in my heart: I am just a passerby, "come again"?You might not be here anymore.

Then take a taxi, return to the airport during the rush hour, meet up with your work partners, and fly to the next location.Facing the novelty and joy of this city alone, pretending to be a serious adult, I bid farewell to this place secretly.

Chapter. 04
In three years, I have been to 49 provinces and [-] cities. Every time I go to a place, I carry the responsibilities of work, but I am immersed in the joy of the journey.For every scene in front of me, I told myself: only this time, there will be no future, and I must remember it.

So, trains, planes, buses, no matter how tired I am, I can't bear to close my eyes.Passing many places, I stare intently at the people passing by and the scenery passing by.They are unique and vivid, even if they only stay in my sight for a minute, I want to remember them firmly.

As for the holidays, we should seize every opportunity. We don’t need traveling companions or luggage, so we can go on the road lightly and easily.Work has developed my own travel thinking system for me. Whether it is booking tickets, air tickets, arranging hotels, or making itineraries, I follow my own routine with a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, little by little, step by step, at sunset Or in the early morning, send yourself to a different scenery.

This eager desire to travel stems from the great joy I feel every time I embark on a journey.This discovery surprised and delighted me.Looking back on the footprints of the past few years, the girl who was so nervous that her palms sweated because of the first time she flew alone on the way to the airport finally passed through many small dots on the map, her steps were brisk and steady, and she had the courage to move forward. courage.

In every city I send myself a postcard, I want to remember the mood of every moment and write down the feelings that each place brings to me.

Of course, send it to her too.

Later, she had a good job and an increasingly stable life.What's more, she's in love all over again.

She said: We will come to Beijing together soon, and then I must chat with you all night.It's hard to believe, it's all incredible.

Chapter. 05
They came to Beijing in the severe winter when it was so cold that their ears would freeze off.

The tea restaurant we used to eat together has moved away, the shopping mall has been redecorated, and the red and green signs for Christmas have not been removed.That boy is tall, with small eyes, but he looks a bit like Jerry Yan.

They met in a small supermarket in London.

She said that by taking advantage of her work, she could go abroad for the first time, and then she could go to the most desirable UK as she wished.Her best girlfriend came to pick her up, and invited her best friends to have a party together.She raised her hand and asked to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients together, to see what the legendary omnipotent British supermarket looks like.

(End of this chapter)