no one can travel alone

Chapter 3 Live like a traveler (2)
She pushed her shopping cart among the brightly lit shelves, and when the music in the supermarket changed to her favorite, Mariah Carey, she hummed, turned a corner, and the cart ran right into him.The humming song turned into an apologetic "Sorry", he stretched out his hand to hold it, and shook his head politely.

Then the girlfriend walked up to her and called out his name.

Later she said that some things were preordained long ago, it just depends on when you can walk to the place where it happened.There is no coincidence without a book, and the favorite thing to happen is love.

This boy happened to be the colleague of her British best friend.So they called for a party, and everyone drank, ate, and chatted together.The boy is of Chinese descent and grew up in the UK. When he talks freely, he is far from the pompous and flattering that many boys are used to, but a kind of down-to-earth and kind-hearted existence.When everyone clinked glasses together on the terrace that night, she found that his eyes were as bright as stars.

See you in a hurry, and leave in a hurry.When I returned to Shenzhen, it was late autumn, but the temperature was still summer.One night, he sent a message on MSN that he was going to Shenzhen on a business trip and asked her if she needed any presents from England.

She thought about it: Then just bring a can of coffee beans, I always like to drink COSTA.

When the plane landed, she came to pick him up.He doesn't have much luggage, only a black suitcase.After getting in the car, he opened the box, half of which was clothes, and the other half was filled with various bottles and bags.

He bought a copy of every kind of coffee beans that COSTA could buy.As if she had completed a huge task, the sincerity in her tone made her eyes turn red.He said: I don't know which flavor you like, but if you buy them all, you can try them all.

Outside the car window was the setting sun at five o'clock in the afternoon, dyeing his hair with a warm halo.

Maybe these are the reasons for love, or maybe there is no need for any reason.They began an exotic love, brave and passionate, not afraid of the long flight distance between each other.

This is a more distant and laborious love than a long-distance relationship.He was still at work, but she was already in the evening.She tried to get used to going to bed late, waiting for him to say goodnight when he was eating dinner after get off work.And every day when he opened his eyes, the good morning message from her a few hours ago would be displayed on his phone.

Chapter. 06
She faded away her timidity towards love, and while I was walking forward, I kept getting to know myself during the journey like knowing a stranger.

Every year, time is written as a road map, and a thick pile of air tickets and tickets are kept.I groped and searched for all my true feelings.It turns out that I like the ocean, but I am afraid of mountains. When I see a beluga whale, I cry for no reason. People kill time but prefer to go to the city with friends...

Knowing yourself is a long process.

You know, in this world, there is no absolute good or bad for any emotion or thing, only suitable or not.Maybe we don't know ourselves as well as we imagined, but it's okay, at least we can clarify our preferences and habits little by little during the journey, just like loving someone, through trying and exploring again and again, we can find what we have been looking for Answer.

She and him, too.

In two years, they met only eleven times, and seven times, they were reunited in different countries.They met at different airports and started a journey of just two people, and then separated from the airport and returned to their respective worlds.

They know the depth and depth of the water in Bali, have experienced the hustle and bustle of Thailand when night falls, walked into the streets and alleys of Hong Kong TVB dramas, and sat in New York's Central Park to share a sunset with squirrels... The days of gathering are scattered. Add up, but a hundred days.

We all worry about the great loneliness and the great distance that will hurt two people who love each other.But they decided to get married.The wedding was held on that small island in southern China.That's where they first traveled, so let it be the beginning of a lifetime together.

They used video calls to try on dresses together.She prepares for the wedding in the country alone and takes care of everything.I asked her if she worked hard?She said she just felt happy.I asked her again, what kind of mood did she decide to hand over to him?
She smiled, and the light in her eyes painted everything around her in sweet hues.

She said: In life, there are few moments where you can do whatever you want.We grew up all the way, and all the way we watched the self who could play tricks at will fall apart and fall apart.We are always used to pretending, pretending to be a good boy when we were young, pretending to be a good student when we were studying, and pretending to be an Office Lady after work.But he, let me find the feeling of doing whatever I want in the journey time and time again.Beach or desert, five-star hotel or street food stall, I just need to be what I want to be, at least in front of him, I am very relaxed.

Chapter. 07
At the wedding, she said: Regarding life, there are no answers in movies, on TV, and in bars.But on the road there are.In the eyes of lovers.I never thought I would meet such a person.And after meeting him, I finally began to understand that the future I want is nothing more than being with him.

My eyes were red, and her tears glistened against the shore.

I am still on the road and have met many people.I found that people who travel a lot are very different from people who never travel.

This kind of difference is like life being programmed into some kind of code. When talking about "travel", the eyes are shining, and the gestures are full of joy and happiness.They have ten thousand ways to tell you how beautiful the world is and how worth exploring each country or city is.This kind of satisfaction felt personally became a magic force that made them unique.

They always feel very happy, because happiness is very simple, just take a step.

In 2013, I went to Qingdao for a short stay. For three days, I used my footsteps to measure the distance of Qingdao.Tired from walking, find a coffee shop to sit down and chat with the owner.Then follow their recommendation, choose a new direction, and continue walking with the camera.Step by step through the winding roads, fairy-tale German-style buildings, old houses and vegetable markets.In every newly-acquainted city, I act as a low-key passerby, standing beside the locals and observing their lives.

We have finally begun to learn to accept everything in this world and no longer set limits on ourselves.The tenderness and sharpness in the world, all good and bad, are worth accepting.These most authentic responses are enough to prove the value of every step.Every city is a microcosm.Every traveler, from his own scenery, walks into the lives of others, and then becomes the scenery of others.

Keep alternating, keep accepting.Travel, secretly change us.

The self-abased self learned to record various dialects and interesting conversations during the journey, the sound of tambourines in the ancient town, and the sound of wind chimes on the top of the mountain, and recorded them into a program called "Sound Travel" and shared it with the other end of the radio wave. People who are far away from being tempted can gain affirmation of themselves in their listening.That sensitive self walked in the alleys deep in the ancient city of Langzhong and could not find his way, stood in the night of Victoria Harbor in Hong Kong, sat in the green and fragrant tea garden of Pu'er, let go of his long-term stubbornness, the world is so big , the world is vast, and I am willing to admit my own insignificance, and because of my insignificance, I have gained more courage and courage to go forward.

As for the self who looked left and right and was confused, in the process of taking off and landing again and again, and leaving for home, she peeled off layer by layer and pieced together a better self.

We have all found countless hidden possibilities of ourselves and the world from the matter of "travel".

Chapter. 08
Before she settled down in the UK, she came to Beijing to attend the alumni association.I go to see her.

Ten years of acquaintance, time has changed too much.She changed from a little girl to a gentle wife, and I stepped into those long distances on the map.As expected, the cafe in Kunming has been demolished, and there is no trace of it anymore.And we have become different, but we all seem to be better.

We summed up the journey along the way, and suddenly found that the most important turning point in growing up, knowing the truest self, and the most incredible encounters are all on the journey.

You see, travel and life are really similar.Thousands of times and hundreds of turns have a long history.You can't predict whether you will meet a stream or a quagmire in the next second, and you can't predict whether it will be a brilliant rainbow or a continuous thunderstorm after the rainy day.Facing the unknown, the only thing we can do is to move forward.

I traveled to Gulangyu Island, flying from Beijing in autumn to Xiamen in summer.A well-made strategy becomes a burden in the face of typhoon weather, and a solid sense of loneliness makes "peace of mind is home" become nonsense, but I find that everything is still good.Getting lost becomes an adventure, looking for food becomes a treasure hunt, as for flight delays, heavy rains, and failure to get a taxi, they all become pass codes.Walking through the bustling Longtou Road with a relaxed and happy mood, playing the talent of getting lost and not being able to find your way in the woods.There was no signal on the mobile phone, so I looked up at the tall trees sticking out of the unknown botanical garden, and simply continued to rush forward, without asking the destination.I was sweating profusely and frustrated, but suddenly turned a corner, and a deserted sandy beach appeared in front of me. The sunset was slanting, and it was as beautiful as a priceless famous painting.

I don't need to describe that afternoon, the satisfaction and happiness in my heart that I own the whole ocean by myself.The sea breeze blows the bottom of my heart clear and bright, and the red light of the setting sun covers the whole person with tulle.

Everything in front of us proves the meaning of travel.Everything you perceive, such as joy, surprise, satisfaction, happiness, or fatigue, annoyance, burnout, homesickness, these emotions are truly only in your body and cannot be copied.

These are all meanings.

Therefore, every time I set off, I relive the excitement mixed with apprehension and anticipation, and every time I return, I return with full strength.The journey is just showing: as long as you walk along the road, time will naturally give you good scenery.

Regardless of the wind and rain, everything is beautiful anyway.

Just be on the road.

(End of this chapter)