Finally, you just pass by my world.

As early as September, I was ready to go to Daocheng.

Collect the relevant information of Daocheng, compare the major travel agencies in Chongqing with the tourist groups of Lvyou, make all preparations before departure, and wait for departure. A person's trip never means leaving, but it is planned long ago.

This coincides with the release of the movie "Passing Through Your World". Coincidentally, Chongqing's enthusiasm, freedom and boldness are vividly displayed in the film. Whether it is the gorgeous night or the ancient scenery walking through the streets, it adds a bit of mystery to this mountain city. The floating life is endless, but every moment is full of affection.

As a Chongqing native, my memory, my blood and even my life are all integrated with this city without reservation. There is no warm light of the ancient city, no refreshing wind in the mountains, only bumpy mountain roads and thick morning fog. There are many lonely souls wandering here, and there are also countless wanderers' hometown dreams involved.

Don't be moved when you come back from your trip to see this movie. There is a line in the film:

Is there a place? It's called Daocheng

I want to be with the person I love most.

Go there together

Look at that white snowy mountain.

Look at an autumn fairy tale

As long as it's you in the end.

Seeing this episode reminds me of someone. In autumn and October, people who accompany me to see Daocheng.

1.

Wechat sent a shaky message.

Are you going to play alone?

Mm-hmm.

Let me go with you. I also want to visit Daocheng.

All right. Let's join a team to join this group.

Simple and straightforward dialogue. I never thought it meant anything. Although I have known L for two years, I have only met him several times. In a crowded and busy university, such an intersection is naturally classified as a nodding acquaintance. For the first time, in addition to surprise, I also had doubts. But he is lazy by nature, too lazy to read people's minds and too lazy to be self-righteous.

Pay attention to donkey friends. Buses with more than 50 people leave 10+0.

I sit next to me. The position of the first line. Bright windows are enough to see the future.

To avoid embarrassment in silence. As a slow-moving girl, I also tried my best to tell the story of my first half of my life in a day with all my enthusiasm.

Six days. Not enough to fully understand a person. But enough to form a habit.

Stubbornness is a northeast man.

Tall and powerful. Oh, it's missing. It should be tall and strong. I always thought that the word "Wei Meng" should be used to describe a muscular man.

Although his manners are heroic and generous, he is humorous and frank. But without losing the delicate and gentle side. Take good care of your girlfriend and be considerate. Stubbornness is a gentle cocoon.

The devil is a southern girl.

She looks gentle and lovely, and smiles like a flower. As soon as she spoke, the fierceness and lofty sentiments of Chongqing's sisters gradually showed, and the true beauty of Chongqing was dyed layer by layer. The devil is the thorn of a good pliers.

They are a couple in love.

We are separated from them by a corridor. But it's like a galaxy.

There is only one appearance of happy people in this world, but lonely people are different.

There is no male chauvinism or feminism. No princess disease, no henpecked wife.

They are like two independent individuals, both mentally and in life. No one needs to sacrifice more. Who takes care of who is more. Walking on the road, you won't be bored, holding hands as if you only have eyes for each other. Stubbornly walking side by side with other men on the road, chatting happily. The devil talks to women, too. Laugh all the way.

What is visible is that the characters are separated from each other, but what is invisible is that the heart and the heart set each other off. Perhaps in their eyes, holding hands or not is just a sense of ceremony.

When team members encounter difficulties, they spontaneously lend a helping hand. Stubbornly pulling boys across obstacles, the devil is responsible for pulling girls, tacitly, tacitly.

It's good to have such a mature love.

True love is not to shine love into each other's inner world. It is sprinkled around and brings warmth when passing through other people's world.

Their love is very similar to 270 and Hongliang in the reality show "Husband and Wife". Love but don't spoil. Independent and not separated. Complementary but full.

They looked in the same direction. I have a long life. Memories are on the way

3.

Cute and lively but extremely sexy, gentle and generous but domineering. You can be soft and cute, and you can switch back and forth between a female man and a soft girl.

This is our captain, Xiao. Clean short hair, still wearing a floral skirt in the cold wind with a temperature of only a few degrees, and a strong magnetic field radiates Fiona Fang thyme, forming a unique courage. You can watch from a distance, don't be ridiculous.

Activate the atmosphere inside the car, arrange trips, arrange accommodation, book tickets, be responsible for the safety of team members and take care of sick team members. ...

Sometimes I have to admire that such a petite girl can monopolize the overall situation like a man. No, in my eyes, I have surpassed many men.

On the first day, I was stuck in a traffic jam and didn't arrive at the hotel. The whole car slept in the car for one night. Hours are still like mobile charging treasures, full of fighting power, patiently explaining to everyone, not tired.

The next night, after all the contestants' rooms were arranged, it was already midnight 12.

Because I'm alone. A room for several hours.

Wake up in a daze.

It was a few hours ago. Because another team going to Daocheng had some problems in arranging students' accommodation, she coordinated before coming back.

It's almost two o'clock in the morning. It's only three hours before leaving at five in the morning.

Little sister, are you in love?

No. I am single. A person is free and used to it.

It turns out that a single person can live so colorful and full of passion.

Hours are actually administrative managers. And the tour guide is just her deputy. Come out and lead the team if you want to. Unconstrained, do whatever you want.

Envy such a positive attitude towards life. Be your best self before you meet your best self. Long-term love is evenly matched, and only a complete and independent soul can attract the same noble soul. Being single is the best appreciation period, not by waiting for someone you don't know to enrich yourself, but by passing his world on the way to please yourself, and he is waiting for you at the end. If you are in full bloom, will the breeze love come?

I will join your group next year.

All right.

We agreed that if we had a boyfriend a year later, we would bring them out separately. From Longnan to Inner Mongolia, travel south. Go to see the desolate desert and the Populus euphratica forest with strong autumn.

4.

I want to be the hero in your story.

I smiled when I said this.

Looking at his serious face, I began to be "serious".

No. There has never been a hero in my story. I only write about women. All the men hurried by. Just to set off the tenacity and emotional richness of women's lives. They are like a river passing by. On the surface, I can't see what they brought and what they took away.

Besides, there are no heroes in my life.

I have been in love for a short time twice. There is no nostalgia, but I still think of it occasionally. There is a good saying, don't let memories last longer than experiences.

The lock screen pattern on the mobile phone screen was designed by my predecessor more than a year ago. Nothing has changed so far. It may have started as an idea, but now it has become a habit.

People are always nostalgic.

L and I talked about many topics. Wandering around, I don't know why, but nothing impressed me.

I am a clumsy and slow-witted person. Even the reaction is half a beat slower than normal people. Only sensitive to emotional things. Whether it's affection, friendship or love, whether it's from others or yourself. The degree of collision is obviously ten million times that of others. Habitual exploration and pursuit have a long emotional history.

Wrapped in a thick down jacket at zero temperature to block the cold wind, L and I went to Aden scenic spot hand in hand. They were companions. In the eyes of others, we are just a couple.

Maybe, because I only know L, I will cross the gender limit in this friendship. If I were a girl, I would still hold her hand. Just want to warm each other, without any distractions.

Afraid of the heavy burden, I only brought a box of self-heating rice before entering the scenic spot. A pot of warm water.

I said to him, hey. You have successfully cured Virgo's cleanliness.

I admit that I am a very accomplished girl. Obviously, I have a history of heart disease, but I ran to high altitude unscrupulously, just to take a look at the face of rice city in autumn and bear the unbearable weight of life. Fortunately, there is no other discomfort except heart rate 128 beats/min.

The beauty of Daocheng is the beauty of impudence.

Snow-capped mountains close at hand. A golden velvet cattle farm. A clear stream gurgled. An antique plank road.

Blue sky and white clouds. Very three-dimensional, very beautiful. I really want to go to the scene to sketch and draw, but unfortunately I didn't bring my painting tools.

I felt uncomfortable on the winding mountain road when I went down the mountain by sightseeing bus. When I took out my bag and put it in front of me, I immediately began to vent enthusiastically. L patted me on the back, and the vomit poured down like a waterfall with the rushing tears. Can't help myself.

This process is extremely shameful and painful.

It's over.

What about the image of a good lady

It's been ten years since my last fever and vomiting. The point is that this time it was in front of a friend who didn't know him very well.

What a mess ... where is my cleanliness?

Although I feel dizzy after vomiting, I still don't forget to say to L sideways, I'm sorry.

There's another unspoken sentence behind, which scares you.

L looks dignified. Eyes full of love. Bring me tea and water like a little sister. Ha. It's a little exaggerated. In fact, it is to shuttle through the strange Shangri-La town and take me to see a doctor and take medicine.

I still remember going to Seda the next day.

In order to reach the sightseeing bus, a Buddhist college, tourists lined up for hundreds of meters. As far as the eye can see. A group of eight of us decided to drive a local Tibetan minivan from Houshan to the top of the mountain. At first, the minibus rolled up and down on the bumpy muddy road like an old man whose age had dropped, struggling to survive. Then, the driver's master drove the mount to the wide and empty grassland for galloping. I opened the window and closed my eyes. Imagine what it's like to ride a fine horse on the grassland. It seems that every cell in the body is excited and active.

However, there are many good places. Due to the construction of the road ahead, vans are forbidden to enter.

Eight of us reached an agreement with the driver. He stopped four motorcycles for us. In this way, we rode a motorcycle, braved the scorching sun and the cold wind, and around the mountainside, four black bugs crawled nimbly and quickly on the brand-new oil stop road.

An unprecedented experience. I'm light all over.

You ask, what we are experiencing now, is it like a plot only in novels?

Ha. According to the plot of the novel, you and I should love each other for a long time. Love each other and everyone is happy. However, this is reality, not a novel.

For a moment, I seemed to see the disappointed expression in your eyes.

Return afternoon. I saw seven-color rainbows in the mountains. It is the last ceremony of Daocheng's farewell. It's beautiful and unforgettable.

In Chongqing, it's already evening. You and I are separated, and I don't know when we will meet again.

The next morning, I saw several WeChat messages.

You say. As early as a year ago, you began to like me. But then I had a boyfriend. I have to keep my feelings to myself.

You say. The reason why you gave up Shanghai University to stay in a big graduate school is because I casually said that if you are in Chongqing in the future, you can come to me.

I made a polite remark casually, but you idiot took it seriously.

You say. Now you are not good enough. Can you wait until you are good enough? If I am still single, can I give you a chance?

You say. This is your last chance to accompany me to Daocheng. If you miss it, you really have no chance.

You say. If there are any ifs. If you can continue to like me.

...

Actually, I'm the retarded idiot. Never aware of other people's strange emotions and inner waves. Not sensitive. The culprit.

From innocence to self-isolation after injury to cultivating a strong heart to dare to love and hate. I enjoyed the years of stability and tranquility in the world, but it was just nonsense made up to comfort myself. The world is too busy. I don't have time to explore and understand how colorful a person's inner world is, and I feel uncomfortable and depressed about others suddenly breaking into or peeping into the inner world.

Like is a choice. How long can you wait? A year? Two years? Three years? The world is always putting on an affectionate drama of changing lovers from one second to the next. In the end, you just passed by my world.

After all, you're not the one waiting for me at the finish line. Right?