71 km

Chaka Salt Lake is located near Chaka Town in Qinghai Province. It is often praised by travelers as China's "land of the sky". There are several lifelike figures made of salt grains at the entrance of the salt lake.

A few of them were going to go in by the small Salt Lake train, but unfortunately, they came just in time for the small train to be renovated, so they could only take the sightseeing car.

There were not too many tourists today. Jiang Ming walked inside while admiring the beautiful scenery of the salt lake on both sides. There was some fear in Jiang Ming's eyes, and the previous aloofness was gone. . . . . .

"Sister Wenwen, lend me your red shawl."

Mingyue stood in the salt lake and waved to Yang Ziwen.

Yang Ziwen agreed, and threw the shawl in his hand, but. . . . . .Maybe it was due to the lack of strength, the shawl fell directly on the lake, and when she hurriedly picked it up, the bottom of the shawl was already wet and covered with salt grains.

this. . . . . .How can I use it!

Yang Ziwen felt very sorry, and said "I'm sorry" twice, but Mingyue felt nothing, she said to Yang Ziwen: "It's okay, Sister Wenwen, it's the same without a shawl, come on, let's take a group photo together "

As she said that, Mingyue looked around and pulled a young man passing by, "Can you please take a photo for us?"

The young man readily agreed, moved the distance, bent down, and took several photos.

When the work was over, Yang Ziwen took the camera from his hand and looked at it, but the expression on his face suddenly changed, "Jiang Ming, why can't you and Lu Kun just smile and keep a straight face? Like who owes you 500 million"

Hearing the sound, Lu Kun leaned over, glanced at the camera screen, and said, "I think it's pretty good, isn't it handsome?"

Yang Ziwen rolled his eyes at him and said, "You're handsome!"

Lu Kun stroked the back of his head and smiled, without saying anything.

After wandering around for about an hour, the four of Jiang Ming and the others came out. In fact, there is nothing to see inside except the salt lake. Girls could take more beautiful photos, but the props are dirty, so there is no more. The mood to continue.

The Tibetan elder brother has been resting and waiting for them in the parking lot outside the scenic spot. When he heard the sound of the car door, he sat up quickly and said, "Is it over so soon?"

Jiang Ming didn't answer, so Lu Kun had to warm up the scene and said, "It's too hot, I'll be back after taking a few pictures."

"Then I'll drive directly back to Xining."

With that said, the Tibetan elder brother started the car, turned the steering wheel, and drove out of the parking lot.

Lu Kun was like ADHD from the moment he got in the car, touching this, touching that, whether to drink water or eat, Jiang Ming just slumped on the seat and watched him fiddle with this and that, ignoring him.

Finally, Lu Kun couldn't hold back anymore and asked him, "Can't you talk to me?"

Jiang Ming raised his eyes and put them down again, saying, "I have nothing to say to you."

Lu Kun: "..."

Hate it so quickly?No way. . . . . .

He gulped down the remaining half bottle of Nongfu Spring in his hand, then threw the empty bottle into a plastic bag and fell silent.

He was a little hesitant in his heart, whether the kiss last night was fake, and the fact that they slept on the same bed was also fake, otherwise Jiang Ming's attitude would be the same as before. Get away" these words were written on his face.

The two awkwardly walked all the way with their own thoughts, until they entered the urban area of ​​Xining.

On the way back, Jiang Ming had a dream. He dreamed that he was dressed like a rogue, wandering alone in the wilderness and desert, holding an ancient sword in his hand. What was he going to do? !

As he walked, a monster sprang out from nowhere. Its fangs looked at him ferociously, and approached him step by step. He swung the sword in his hand with all his strength but failed to hurt it. He was forced to the edge of the cliff and kicked him down. . . . . .

But the reverse of the dream is that he was not injured. He saw a cane and grabbed it to climb up. In the last part of the dream, there was only the scene of him holding on to the cane tightly. .

When Jiang Ming woke up from the dream, the first thing Jiang Ming saw was Lu Kun's face, and he was very close.

"Are you dreaming?"

Jiang Ming wanted to raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, but he couldn't lift his right hand, and when he looked over, he realized that his hand was being held by Lu Kun, and he could feel the sweat in their palms.

Lu Kun raised his hand and rubbed the tip of Jiang Ming's nose, and said, "What about the people's police, you are so timid, you can scare even in your dreams?"

Jiang Ming twisted his body and drew his hand back, looking down, there were a few clear red marks on it, which were extraordinarily vivid under the sunlight.

"Wenwen, where are you?" Jiang Ming yelled to the front in a daze, his voice a little hoarse.

Lu Kun laughed from the side, and said, "You are sleepy, Wenwen is in that girl's car."

Oh, is it so? . . . . . .

Jiang Ming looked out the window, probably because he had slept for too long, and his voice that wanted to speak hadn't recovered from the inertia. He looked at the streets and clouds that were constantly receding, and suddenly felt empty in his heart, without anything.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the Liti Youth Hostel. After Yang Ziwen paid the fare to the Tibetan elder brother, he left. The remaining four people stood on the side of the street discussing what to do next.

Jiang Ming knew that he was going to see An Xin later, even if Yang Ziwen didn't say anything, An Xin's text message would have already been sent, besides her, her husband, and a few of her major classmates.

When he was in school, An Xin majored in investigative studies, and he was not in the same department as Jiang Ming. As for how he met back then, he couldn't remember clearly.

Yang Ziwen jumped up and down the steps thinking about how to tell Mingyue that they couldn't take her with them for a while, but she offered to leave by herself.

"Sister Wenwen, I'm going back to the hotel first. If you have anything to do, please contact me. Anyway, I have your phone number. When you go home, if you don't mind, you can take my car."

"No, no, no," Yang Ziwen hurriedly waved his hands, and said, "Our flight back home is booked, you can go to our house to play if you have time."

"Okay, I'll go if I get the chance."

After bidding farewell to Mingyue, Yang Ziwen led the two men back to the Youth Hostel to pick up their luggage.

"Anxin booked a hotel for us. I didn't tell her that we'd come early. She's going to get married and has a lot of things to do. I said she has to find a car for us. It's troublesome."

Yang Ziwen said while entering the elevator, the two people next to him still didn't talk to each other, Yang Ziwen stomped his feet and shouted: "If I come out with you two again next time, my surname will not be Yang."

Hearing this, Jiang Ming laughed, and said, "What's your surname?"

Yang Ziwen felt uncomfortable when he choked on him, and raised his hand to hit him, but before he dropped his hand, he was blocked by Lu Kun.

The three of them looked at each other and were stunned.

After a few seconds of delay, Yang Ziwen put his hand down, let out a "huh", and said, "Brother Kun, it's all right!"

Lu Kun was horrified by her, and then heard her say: "You two... have you slept?"

With a "ding", the elevator door opened, Jiang Ming walked out first, and threw three words at Yang Ziwen: "crazy"

Neuropathy is neuropathy, what? !

Yang Ziwen was determined that the two of them were tricky, even if they didn't sleep, they were not far away from sleep.

After taking their luggage, the three of them took a taxi to the hotel that An Xin had booked for them in advance. It was a five-star hotel. In comparison, it was much more comfortable than a youth hostel.

After tidying up briefly, Yang Ziwen called Jiang Ming and Lu Kun to have dinner together, but Lu Kun said, "You two go, I don't know your friends either."

Yang Ziwen was still sincerely inviting, "What's the matter? I don't know anyone other than the bride."

"I really won't go"

When Lu Kun said this, he kept looking at Jiang Ming, but he didn't express his opinion, so how could he go. . . . . .

Yang Ziwen didn't say anything else, she could tell that Lu Kun really didn't want to go, he rarely pretended.

In the elevator, Jiang Ming put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at the constantly changing numbers above his head, the things in his eyes were vague and unclear.

Yang Ziwen: "Seeing An Xin later, can you say a few more words?"

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and said, "I will try my best"

"Actually..." Yang Ziwen hesitated to speak, but he still said, "When I was at home a few days ago, An Xin called me and cried. She said that she came back to look for you before she decided to get married. You didn't see her"

"Well, no see"

"why?"

Jiang Ming straightened his collar and said, "It's meaningless, it's gone."

Pointless. . . . . .There are too many meaningless things in one's life. If you know the result in advance and don't do it, wouldn't you lose a lot of happiness?

Knowing about Jiang Ming's temper, Yang Ziwen didn't ask further.

The place to eat is on the eleventh floor of the hotel where they live, in the private room at the end of the corridor, An Xin has long been waiting at the door.

Seeing Jiang Ming and Yang Ziwen approaching, An Xin ran towards them regardless of her high heels. First, she gave Yang Ziwen a big hug, then she looked at Jiang Ming and asked, "Jiang Ming, are you here?"

"Yeah," Jiang Ming smiled, very sincerely.

"Come into the room, we are all classmates"

Jiang Ming and Yang Ziwen went in after An Xin, and saw a room full of people, very lively.

A tall man with a dark complexion stood up and took the initiative to say hello.

It was An Xin's husband, Yang Ziwen had seen it before, but Jiang Ming hadn't.

"Wenwen and Jiang Ming, you two are finally here, let's talk about it for a whole day."

An Xin pointed at him and introduced to Jiang Ming, "This is my husband, Fang Zheng"

"Hello", Jiang Ming took the initiative to reach out his hand and shook it with him.

"Hello"

"Come and sit," Fang Zheng said, pointing to the two empty seats inside.

Although he is An Xin's classmate, Jiang Ming doesn't know each other, and neither of them is a professional, so it's normal not to know each other.

An Xin sat next to Yang Ziwen, and kept picking up vegetables for her, but her eyes looked at Jiang Ming from time to time, extremely cautious.