Tropical Highway

"R, Happy April.

"It's strange, even though I know your name, I still like it. Maybe it's called that in the message area. Thank you for the moon. I'm much better now, and I'm about to embark on an unknown journey. But it's possible to have no travel companions for more than ten hours. Kind of boring, listened to your new song a lot last night."

"The last 4 minutes of the drum beat reminded me of my childhood, the sky was high, the sun was shining, sitting under the eaves chewing gum, doing nothing, what a nostalgic day.

"Actually, I am very afraid that the choice will cause things to go out of control, and I hate myself now. I probably want to change when I choose to go out now. If I can get out of this step smoothly, I may have a little more courage to face it in the next few years. .

"Have you ever traveled far alone?

"Hope you have a good day.

"Signed: L."

The last message in the dialog box was sent to You Zhen when he just got on the train, "I hope you are happy today", he is used to using this sentence - the greeting that You Zhen sent for the first time - as the closing statement.

But You Zhen seems to understand the subtleties, and since then the simple words have become tacit.

But Zhai Lan was entangled in frustration, disgust and a little bit of invisible longing at that time, he never dreamed that he would meet You Zhen himself on this train and eat the same apple.

He got on the bus from Xining, why is it so far away from Chengdu? Did he go there for something?

Which station is he going to, Golmud, Nagqu, or Lhasa like Zhai Lan?

What if we arrive in Lhasa?

At a certain moment, Zhai Lan wanted to tell You Zhen directly, "I am the one who often sends private messages to harass you", and then said "I'm sorry".He thinks that You Zhen will forgive him, maybe he will feel the coincidence of this accidental acquaintance, and then chat with him about the journey plan.

But Zhai Lan also thought about it, although You Zhen's band is not very famous, there are less than [-] fans on the homepage of a music software, and You Zhen must not be the only one who often private messages.

The happiness similar to the success of star chasing has not yet fermented, and it is suddenly pushed into the pool again, and even the bubbles are muffled.

At dusk, passing through the plateau after the snow, Zhai Lan and You Zhen fell silent without talking for a few words.Zhai Lanshe was afraid that You Zhen might also be a little cynical, and besides "where to go", they really didn't have any extra topics to talk about.

Where to go, similar conversations happen all the time on the train.

As soon as it happened, it seemed to start reminding everyone that passing by is not worth wasting time.

It didn't take long for You Zhen to say that he wanted to make a phone call. It seemed that he had something urgent to do, but he turned and walked away with a hurried expression.Zhai Lan didn't know if he was lying or not, after all, the farther you go to the hinterland of the plateau, the worse the signal will be.I can't receive anyone's information, even if I want to see who is complaining in the circle of friends now, and what is new on the earth, it is all powerless.

It got dark a little later, after seven o'clock in Beijing time, and the gray sky showed signs of getting darker.

The lights in the green leather train came on, becoming a rush of fire in the vast night.Zhai Lan was still sitting in his original position, his phone was fully charged, he gradually got used to the unavoidable buzzing in his ears, and he could still listen to music quietly despite the noise.

The windows of the car were closed tightly, Zhai Lan saw white flakes flying outside by the light.

The snow mountain is roaring.

The mighty, vast, ancient cry.

The iron sheet of the carriage blocked his chance to listen to the ancients, and Zhai Lan absent-mindedly drew a few strokes on the glass, while the people in the berths behind were so bored that they started playing cards and arguing about something from time to time.The charger in his hand was still warm, and Zhai Lan wanted to return it to You Zhen, but he didn't see that dazzling dark green head when he walked through the entire carriage.

In the end, he still didn't eat anything, so Zhai Lan simply went to the toilet to wash up, then returned to his seat and climbed to the middle bunk.

"Hey, young man..." The uncle on the opposite bed hesitated to speak.

Zhai Lan spread out the quilt and looked at him.

Without the initial hostility, Zhai Lan looks innocent and speaks lightly: "You looking for me?"

"That's right, you..." The uncle thought for a while, and finally asked, "If you need us to change the bed, just say so. If you are away from home, if you are alone, you can tell us about any difficulties you encounter-everyone is older than you, rounded up It's the elders!"

Zhai Lan was taken aback by the sudden kindness, and then nodded bluntly after a while.

"Oh... thank you."

Uncle: "Hey, it should."

After the accident, there were too many things beyond imagination. People who were once familiar with them would become unrecognizable because of the involvement of interests. In contrast, the kindness of strangers will always make people feel grateful and comforted, even if it is not for them. No need to pay anything.Zhai Lan nodded slightly, and his heart was more or less touched by it.

After falling asleep again this time, Zhai Lan's fatigue eased a lot, and the drowsiness finally hit him hard.

Passing through Golmud at ten o'clock in the evening, the parking time is nearly 30 minutes.

You Zhen got out of the car, and it was a cold spring night. He wrapped himself in a down jacket and blew the wind for a while, trying to finish the intermittent phone calls.He lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it much, more like watching it burn.

"...I'm sorry, I have to ask you to make a special trip." There was a clear female voice on the other end of the phone.

She said a lot of instructions, and You Zhen lost his mind when he listened to it, and only then did he react when he was dragged back by the last sentence: "Oh, it's nothing, it's a coincidence and it wasn't your intention."

The female voice laughed: "I really wanted to do it on purpose, but it also affected the performance plan. But I will spare time for you and Mr. Song to rest. When Mr. Song is done, you will come back from Linzhi with someone. It should be all over... Ah yes, how are you going to get there? Rent a car, or take the train?"

"Let's talk about it when we get to Lhasa. I'm going to get something." You Zhen said, looking down at his watch, then raised his hand to press the cigarette on the pillar and put it out. , I can't help it."

After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, that's his life."

"Ah."

"Are you in Golmud now?"

"Yes, the train will start soon, and there may be no signal when you enter Hoh Xil. If you have anything, please tell me the rumors first." You Zhen said, "Do this first, and I will contact you when I make arrangements."

He was told to pay attention to safety again, You Zhen complied, hung up the phone and was dazed for a while.Not far away, the train conductor waved to You Zhen, motioning him to get on the train quickly, fearing that he could not hear him, so he yelled a few more words.

You Zhen put away his mobile phone, looked up at the deep night sky before stepping into the car.

The wind and snow will rest, but there will be no stars and no moon.

After nightfall, the train started to supply oxygen, and it was warmed up. It smelled like burnt pine wood. It didn't smell very good and you could find a wonderful sense of stability.

You Zhen leaned against the connecting point to slow down, and then slowly walked through several carriages back to his berth.The lights of the trains will be turned off at night, and the time is very close. The college students who have the best energy during the day to talk non-stop have already fallen asleep, wrapping their heads in their coats.The wife in charge got off the car in Golmud, and suddenly a large space was vacated.

The uncle just finished washing his face, when he saw You Zhen, he warmly greeted him: "Did you get off the car just now?"

"Smoke a cigarette."

The uncle asked, "Is this your first time in Tibet?"

The tone was mostly concerned, and You Zhen also restrained his resistance during the day: "No, I went there a long time ago."

"Then you must go to bed early, otherwise you will cross no-man's land at night. The altitude is too high and you may be uncomfortable and prone to lack of oxygen." The uncle reminded him earnestly, "It's really uncomfortable. I have American ginseng slices there."

"I brought it." You Zhen nodded, "Thank you."

When the uncle also climbed to the middle bunk to rest, You Zhen stood alone, turned his eyes twice and noticed the bulging quilt on the other side, his face was covered tightly, as if he had already slept soundly.

Secretly thinking that the "delay" posture is too easy to hold back, You Zhen sat down.

There is a charging treasure on the side of the table close to him.

You Zhen tore off the post-it note, and the handwriting was strong and powerful, but it didn't match the first impression that person gave him.

"I want to return it to you in person, but I'll wait until no one is seen, thank you."

Finally, he drew a cute cat head. You Zhenqing couldn't help laughing, took out an ink pen from his backpack and filled in the blank space with "you're welcome". After thinking about it, it was a bit childish but full of fun.

He stood up, stretched his arms and pasted the post-it note to Zhai Lan's bedside.

After 10:30, the lights of the train were turned off on time, and it was difficult for You Zhen to fall asleep at this point.He was surprised to find that the mobile phone signal hadn't completely disappeared. He listened to two songs with only two or three weak bars, replied to a few messages, checked his mailbox, and sent the purchase order to the "Holiday" clerk... There seemed to be nothing to do.

After doing nothing for a few minutes, You Zhen still clicked on the music software.

The private mailbox was stacked with red dots. He scanned it roughly, and sure enough, he found a long speech from a familiar ID.

The sender’s name was just a period. The first email was rash, the words didn’t convey the meaning, the thought was too delicate and a little sensitive, and he wrote a 300-word impression of his favorite song "Monsoon".At the end of the private message, he timidly asked, where can I watch the future performance plans, and whether there is any channel to know without adding a fan base.

In fact, You Zhen usually doesn't read private messages much, let alone reply.

After drinking that day, I felt that the period's nagging was cute even though it was incoherent, so I took a second look.The other party's tone is sincere, but the mood can be seen in the text is not very good.A few hours have passed since the letter was sent, You Zhen didn't know what to think, comforted him with "Happy today", and pressed the send button recklessly.

After a few days, there was another reply, which caused You Zhen to worry a little more for no reason.

It was as if his shabby photos, nonsense, and ill-spoken thoughts had gained value from now on, and could make a stranger jump for joy.It doesn't involve reality, and each talks about it, which is enough to relax.

This knowledge made You Zhen keep in touch with Period for several months.

A few days ago, the night sky in Xining was clear, and You Zhen took two random photos while walking outside, and the pixels were acceptable.The circle of friends shared one, and the other one was sent to Xiaoquan in the private mailbox.

I can't tell why, maybe the other party's texts are always nagging and lonely, which makes him soft-hearted.

This time I received the anxiety during the trip, and it was the first time that I had a payment.

After nightfall, when the train continues to move forward, the sound is amplified by the silence, but one's heart can't help but return to peace.

You Zhen thought about it and started typing.

"Happy April, L.

"I used to travel alone, but not for a long time. I didn't have the anxiety and fear you said, but I didn't feel excited and free. Maybe I went to the wrong place, or I couldn't find the right person to go with me. Some happiness can't be shared. It disappeared quickly. Because memory is not like drawing postcards, it is deeper only when there are ups and downs. This is also somewhat similar to arranging.

"Oh yes, I'm leaving too, but I'm going to run some errands, and the band probably won't be able to perform for a while. But I was lucky, and I met a very interesting person just as I was leaving.

"Hope you have a good day."

The author says:

rest tomorrow