Chapter 3 Movement One Departs: Going to Lanzhou

On a long-distance train, we can always meet strangers of one kind or another.Unlike the people who pass by in life, they will close themselves vigilantly, indifferent and alienated.But it is also they who can let you let go of your guard in the long night, talk with each other, and even get acquainted with each other.It's just because you are all lonely part of the journey, through the blackened window of night, you can see each other's eyes twinkling like stars. When we laugh like chrysanthemums, how luxurious and precious this scene will be in the past many years later! It's like a grand dance party, with all kinds of people getting together and doing different things.There are awake, noisy, sleepless, hyperactive or secretly depressed.You can be restlessly impetuous, bored, and delightfully smiling, or you can be high-profile annoying or gentle and pleasant.In short, at the moment of stepping out of the car door, everything will disappear.

We are always unable to predict when to leave to meet an empty train, just as we cannot predict how long a relationship can last. The consequence of getting on the bus temporarily is to be surrounded by many smoking guns.All kinds of cigarette smells are mixed in the same small space.Gradually, I also became a smoking gun. Like them, no matter whether I lowered my eyebrows or fiddled with my mobile phone, I didn't talk to each other, and each had my own thoughts. Living on a long-distance train, I am also a house girl. If I have been silent, it is like those days when I was suffering from severe depression.This is the epidemic of modern cities.

However, being autistic in a place where many people live is a luxury if you think about it, isn't it? On the aisle, there are many passengers walking around, as well as many children.I can no longer see the sight of walking alone all those years ago.Among those dangling faces, there are more sloppy and aimless, rather than heavy rushing. But I love Journey Train as always, and see it as a masked dance as always.Everyone came without an appointment and left without an appointment. The train continues to move forward along the track, as if traveling through time. This tunnel takes people to where they expect to be.The young woman coaxes the child, the uncoordinated lovers are ambiguous and tender, the vicissitudes of the old man's eyes are cloudy... and I, a boring looking woman, am full of expectations for the dreamland.

In the second half of the night, because of a smile, the sleepless people started chatting. A Wa woman with long blood-red nails told me that some three-year-old children in their ethnic group smoke and drink alcohol. A student from the University of Geosciences praised my unique jewelry, and then talked about his very interesting major-jewelry design and jewelry appraisal. The young and handsome lieutenant secretly told us the behind-the-scenes story of the National Day military parade. The old man living in the north had never seen a grapefruit, so I shared it with him, and he shyly shyly gave me an orange.

The man next to him talked about the field he was familiar with enthusiastically, regardless of whether others knew or were interested. I love traveling, perhaps because the loneliness in the journey makes it easier for strangers to talk and listen to each other. As the night passed quietly, they got out of the car one by one and said goodbye to me with a smile.At that moment, because I stayed behind, it was like being separated from my friends.Everyone smiled and said nothing, just waved their hands lightly, even if they said goodbye to all the chatter on the train. All that was left was a tall boy with a handsome face with an air of arrogance.In the long second half of the night, we each occupied a corner of the smoking area, pondering each other's bottomless thoughts.

Finally, he raised his head, and the moment his eyes met, I subconsciously smiled. Maybe you haven't realized that a smile is like a catalyst to promote interpersonal relationships.The strangeness that separated each other quickly dissipated just because of this smile. When they returned to their seats, everyone in the carriage had fallen into a peaceful sleep.In sleep, it seems to be far away from this real world.I don't know if there is such a place, like a dream, where you can do whatever you want.As Alice said, I have the final say on everything in my dreams, and all I need to do is pinch my arm if I want everything in front of me to disappear.

At this moment, the boy pinched his arm.I stared at the small piece of skin in amazement, and then I heard him say, "I'm so sleepy." The boy was good-looking, with a little shimmer on his thick eyelashes. I smiled obsessively. Three or four in the morning is the most difficult time before dawn. I was very sleepy but couldn't fall asleep, so I took out my phone and sent a message to Qi Lan: "Baby, I met a big warm boy." But after a while, the phone actually responded.Qi Lan: "Baby, I wish you a happy affair! Hey, show me a picture." I turned to look at the boy next to me, but he looked into my eyes and asked, "Why are you alone? Are you looking for a friend?"

I shook my head and asked back, "Aren't you alone too?" At that time, a glimmer of hope rose inexplicably in my heart.I suddenly discovered that the years of obsessed walking alone turned out to be so fragile.I long to have a companion whom I can talk to and be pleasing to the eye. The boy shook his head and said, "I'm going to Xi'an to see my grandma, and now I'm going back to Korla." Korla, such a distant name.But I still say that the girls in Xinjiang are very beautiful.Blessed are you! The boy laughed and said: "Girls are really beautiful. They often wear strong perfume, which is unbearable! Some of them are very enthusiastic and avoid them. The funny thing is, we go to school on horseback. !"

horse riding?I looked at this boy who was around 18 and imagined his heroic appearance on a horse. Immediately, the scene of the protagonist in an idol drama appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help grinning. I laughed and said, "Then you must often be chased and beaten! At this time, you need to ride the horse and gallop, and use the hula-la dust to leave the beautiful girls behind." The boy also laughed: "The boys in Korla are very handsome. Are you going to Korla?" I smiled and shook my head.In this journey, no place can replace my longing for Gannan. It was approaching five o'clock, and the scenery outside the window showed a hazy outline.

I started rubbing my eyes and yawning frequently.The boy patted himself on the shoulder and said: "Just lean on and squint for a while!" In just over an hour, I fell into a dream.The flowers and plants in Gannan actually spoke to me. I met a little gopher, blinking its eyes, asking me for a lollipop. As the train jolted, I woke up suddenly, and found that the boy beside me had fallen asleep slightly, his long eyelashes were motionless, and he looked peaceful and beautiful. The train swayed again, and the people around all left the dreamland with drowsy eyes, and returned to reality in a trance.

There is still half an hour to Lanzhou.Guan Yuan, whom I had never met before, sent me a message saying that she had rented a car and was going to pick me up at the station. Guan Yuan is a woman from Lanzhou who traveled with me in Gannan Tibet this time.We agreed on the time and route online, ready to travel as we wish. When I put on my backpack and walked towards the door, the big boy from Korla had already made up his sleeper berth and was about to go to another car to catch up on sleep. Across the distance of half the car, we waved to each other.At that time, the name and origin were not important, I just need to remember: on the train to the west in a certain year, there was such a warm and lovely boy who accompanied me through the difficult midnight time. What awaits me ahead is the mysterious and tranquil Gannan town and the nomadic Tibetan customs.