Do you have any interesting experiences of teasing or being teased?

Thank you for the invitation. Reminds me of a past incident.

When I was a student, I was on duty at the Forbidden City. One day when the park was about to close, the team leader handed me a Vietnamese man and said that he had become separated from the tour group. The language was really difficult, so he asked me to send him to find him. Tour group.

Can’t I just call his tour guide?

The captain said that this man did not have a mobile phone and was a worker in a factory run by a Chinese in Vietnam. Their factory organized an autumn outing and he came with him. It was probably his first time abroad. The management committee had just contacted their tour guide. Said to wait for him near Yanxi Palace.

I took the decision bravely.

The Vietnamese squatted on the ground. He didn't look very young, but he had a hint of youthfulness. The hairstyle is a straight and horizontal hairstyle, and there is a rather playful moustache on the mouth. He is quite dark, thin but not weak, and the bulging muscles on his shoulders show the strength of a manual worker; however, because of his short stature, his shirt looks too big, and sometimes deflates and sometimes bulges in the bleak autumn wind.

The place we were at was near the first three gates, which was still some distance away from Yanxi Palace. I was a bit confused and took a side road. At that time, it was still late for the Forbidden City to close. It was already dark, and with the cold wind blowing, there were very few tourists on the road. The Forbidden City is gradually getting dark, like a big shell that is slowly closing, as if it will be locked in darkness forever if it doesn't go out.

To be honest, I was very irritable along the way.

I haven’t been home for two weeks. It coincided with the national celebration and Daqing. We police academy students were needed at various tourist attractions to divert the flow of passengers and guide the way. During that time, my classmates and I slept in the basement of Dongjiaomin Lane, in the dormitory of Tiananmen Branch, and in the stands of Chang'an Street.

At that time, in addition to chatting on QQ, mobile phones were basically used to open web pages and read news. Data packages were like disaster food, and they just stared at them after using them. Sometimes when it's my turn to be on duty alone at night, I feel like an orphan in the universe. Looking at the vast yet still and empty starry sky, I would think: Where am I? who I am?

Is there anyone else in the world?

I don’t know if I am full of negative energy, but the Vietnamese never dared to walk side by side with me. He politely kept a distance of about one or two meters from me. Sometimes he seemed to be opening the way for me, and sometimes he seemed to be opening the way for me. It's like dealing with the aftermath. I can feel his peripheral vision always close to me, which is a sense of survival that dare not relax in the face of adversity.

To tell you the truth, I am also very impressed. A person who can’t even speak English dares to get separated from the tour group. He is not an ordinary person. If he loses me again this time, he will probably not be able to find the exit after the park closes, and he will probably have a frightening experience with this ancient Chinese palace in the long dark night.