17 years old, I got lost in a Beijing subway station

In the past week, I spent two or three hours every afternoon writing manuscripts, otherwise I would be pushed.

So many rules and regulations are like tying my active fingers with rubber bands, so I’d better come back to the official account and write about it.

There is more. I finally gained the enthusiasm to follow dramas, but I was disappointed with the post-production business of actors. Why is it so complicated?

Brother, please wake up!

01

It seems to be last night, maybe at the moment when I was in a daze. I want to write down that memory.

It was windy and rainy, with lightning and thunder. I lay on the bed and looked at the world behind the curtains.

Dark, cold, and damp.

The night, the sound of rain, and this sensitive season. All the thoughts are coming up, and I will not force myself to fall asleep. I will just waste my time and fall into all the emotions of nostalgia, regret, regret, and joy.

The memory gradually became clear, it was not a dream.

In July of 2018, I got on the train heading north. High-speed rail, sleeper. I lay peacefully on the white bed for 13 hours, thinking that it would be a pity to spend all my expensive high-speed rail tickets on sleeping. My friends in the same cabin had already fallen asleep.

I held my chin and looked at the scattered lights outside the window, writing down my feelings at that moment in my diary.

"Going for an appointment in a city."

02

Beijing doesn't look good on me.

After getting off the high-speed train, we were greeted by a heavy rainstorm. Our shoes got wet, our feet were soaked in water, and the original wounds became infected. Later, they went shopping and I could only stay in the hotel room and apply the medicine.

It seems to be out of tune with everything, and I also want to observe the city quietly.

In the National Science and Technology Museum, I sat in the corner and wrote my diary. In the Summer Palace, I secretly left the team and bought a ticket to Wenchangyuan with extra money. It turned out that the money was not in vain.

Beijing is also beautiful, with high-rise buildings and historical sites. It was also humble. An old man over sixty years old was selling plastic boxes on the roadside. I asked for a few boxes of postcards.

I have read many, many novels. The young men and women living in Beipiao live in alleys with no heating and leaking water. But they say that the emperor is poor and has a backbone.

On the day I took the subway back to the hotel in Tiananmen Square, I got lost. Because of my habit of walking last, all my friends got on the subway, and I was the only one who stayed where I was.

Dramatically, the phone ran out of battery.

03

At that moment, panic and powerlessness.

I made up various pictures in my mind.

A man stood next to me and said, "Brother, can you borrow a power bank."

I can't remember whether his voice was trembling at that time.

He quickly unplugged his phone, realized that mine was an Android phone, and took out another charging cable from his bag.

Later, I learned that they were waiting for me at the exit.

He said he would send me out, but I refused.

Because I was too busy, I couldn’t remember what he looked like that night.

But that was not a dream.

I often dream back to that subway station and that rainy day, but I can no longer recall any details about him.

How lucky that someone thousands of miles away is related to me. What a pity that even if we meet again, we will never recognize him.

"I have become tall and graceful, fearless and fearless."