Fortunately, a year has passed and we are both still with each other.

Old Wu and I, a backpacker attempting to travel the world, and a music lover attempting to become a folk singer.

On September 19th of last year, the rainy weather on the Yunnan-Tibet route had not yet ended. I just reluctantly left Inaccessible Yading, arrived in Shangri-La, where I stayed for a few days of leisure, organized the traveling clothes, sat on the bus to Deqin Feilai Temple.

I just got on the bus, drowsy, and didn't pay much attention to the surrounding scenery. When we stopped at a village during the break, I didn't eat anything, but noticed two men getting off the bus - one wearing a pair of Naxi Dongba pants, with a white dark blue vest on his body, and a blue embroidered white hat on his head, carrying a guitar on his back. The other was a little older, dressed in ordinary clothes, smoking a cigarette on the sidelines.

The man with the guitar on his back was dressed in a way that made me think, again, which one is out to experience the life of a young man of art, right?

Wow, and out with an agent?

When we got to Deqen, the driver told us to pay another five dollars each to take us straight to Feilai Temple.

I carried my backpack from the trunk to the car, worried that the lens inside would be roughly crushed by the other luggage.

And by this time, the man with the guitar and his friend, stayed in the car.

Nearly to the Feilai Temple, he suddenly ran over to me and said, sister, see you carrying such a big bag, must be going to Lhasa.

I calmly replied, "How do you know?

" Then make a companion and go into Tibet together."

For this kind of literary male youth, I have met a few on the road, but experience tells me that first of all, I have to be on the defensive.

I didn't answer his question positively either. So, the two of them followed me into a piece of accommodation in the inn where you can see the Meili Snow Mountain when you look up. The two of them live in the downstairs bed room, and I'm still waiting for the other two friends I met in Shangri-La - they just finished climbing the Haba Snow Mountain today, and are coming to Feilai Temple to meet with me.

While I was waiting for the other two friends at the inn, the literary young man and his friend, were outside playing guitar and singing.

"These two are so idle." I was videoing my other friend on my cell phone about this literary young man I met today.

"It would be nice to go to Lhasa together in a group and have someone to play the guitar and sing on the way." My friend suggested to me.

Later, I used to call him Lao Wu, and his friend, Lao Sun.

And then, our group became five people, and I became Lao Wu.

Long after that, I asked him why he came over to hit on me at that time.

He said, it feels like you have a big backpack, you're very professional, you should be a veteran.

He said, "It's your first time to go out so far, I want to find someone to take care of me on the road.

We went on a hike to Yupeng together. The first night I stayed in the upper Yupeng, the first night I stayed in the upper Yupeng. The first night stayed in the upper Rainbow, he played Zhao Lei's Chengdu. Chengdu, at that time, was not as hot as it is now, and it was still very warm to hear the song in the valley where the temperature was close to zero.

Old Wu is always bad to say something irrelevant, which makes me think that this is indeed a real literary youth.

We left Yupeng and headed to Mangkang, the first stop in the Tibetan area.

At Yupeng, we saw off Lao Sun, who was going back to Dali and would not follow us into Tibet.

When we arrived at Mangkang, Lao Wu suddenly told me that the Sichuan-Tibet route without hitchhiking is incomplete.

Suddenly I thought, it is also Oh. Although I do not advocate hitchhiking, but since there are still a few days to Lhasa, may as well give it a try.

At the checkpoint in Mangkang, we got separate rides. We agreed to meet at the next big town.

After getting in the car, I was suddenly a little worried. Did he eat now, did he live well.

In the evening, we met, Wu accompanied me to eat a meal, and then silently went to the supermarket to buy me a can of Wanzai milk.

The next day we separated again, because the trip was different, I arrived in Lhasa first.

He said that the noodles in Ranwu were delicious and he wanted to stay there for a few more days.

Two days before the National Day, he sent me a message that he would arrive in Lhasa tonight.

So after nearly 12 hours of traveling from Ranwu, it was almost midnight when he showed up at the Barkhor mall.

I asked him, is it really your birthday?

"Yes!"

Luckily, I had a birthday cake for him tonight, and when I got back to the hostel, he ate it in one sitting.

"Hungry?"

"Uh-huh."

Suddenly the old Wu, who had been so flirty in the Rainbows, was talking a lot less.

Those of us who can get together are all people of nature.

Old Sun suddenly bought a plane ticket to Lhasa a day in advance, and appeared the day before I left for Ali.

The schoolmates (a boy they met in Dali, schoolmates is just a nickname), and the beard, is also a call, will come to Lhasa collection.

That night with the old Sun hurriedly ate a meal, I got on the car to Ali.

In the past few days, the so-called "Dali F4" Lao Wu, Lao Sun, schoolmates and beard, organized a small band, in the streets of Lhasa, attracted a lot of people's attention, and even the temple of the small lama, but also in the evening quietly sitting next to them to listen to them sing. Old Wu played the piano and sang, and the beard played the year the four of them put together five hundred dollars to buy a tambourine, and so spent a wonderful two days.

At night they would send me videos of them singing, and then tell me how many female fans had sent flowers to Wu, trying to cause me anxiety and jealousy.

It didn't last long, they were warned that they couldn't sell their songs anymore because it was mobbing and unsafe.

So they had to wander the streets of Lhasa, changing their main venue for selling their songs to the roof of a youth hostel.

I met Brother Aku when I was transiting the mountain at Gonrhenpozi. He was born in Daliangshan, married to a Dutchman, has three children, and is currently settled in the Netherlands, where he goes back to China once a year to visit his relatives in the countryside and walk the New Tibet Route on the way.

On the first night of the trek, we stayed in a tent pitched by Tibetans. It happens to receive a weak 2G signal here, and Lao Wu said, can you come back early, he will soon go back to Xi'an to attend the wedding of his classmates.

The next day, Ah Koo said, after turning the mountain he drove directly back to Lhasa. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this," he said. The reason for this is that you may still be able to catch up with the old Wu before he goes back to see him.

So I left for Lhasa from the night I finished the mountain. I'm not sure if we're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I think we're going to be able to get a good deal on this. The temperature outside had dropped to below zero, so we put on our respective sleeping bags and took a short break.

The journey from Ali to Lhasa is 1200 kilometers, and the road is in very good condition, but there are many checkpoints and speed limits along the way, so on the first day we only drove half of the journey.

The next night, Aku drove to the middle of the night, was too tired, parked the car on the side to rest. Within a few hours, it was light, and we realized that we were parked at a pass at an altitude of more than 5,000 meters.

The day finally arrived in Lhasa, and Lao Wu kept asking when we could get there.

The four of them waited for me for more than an hour in Pingtso, and I finally arrived in Lhasa with a haggard face.

After thanking Cool, Wu proudly carried my big backpack through the alleys of Barkhor Street and led me back to the hostel where we stayed before.

I had a very unappetizing dinner that night, and then sent Lao Wu off the next day.

After Wu left, Sun and I, along with my sister, decided to go trekking in Nepal.

Sun said that Wu might not join us again.

Well, maybe he will.

All the friends we met on the road have gone their separate ways.

But why is it so sad this time?

When Wu returned to Lhasa for the second time, it was two weeks later.

The first thing he did after returning home was to get his passport ready.

In order to do the passport, he also returned the hard to buy Zhao Lei concert.

I did not expect to arrive in Lhasa, just when he did a Nepalese visa, but got a bad news - the only port of entry to Nepal, Jilong port, closed indefinitely for unknown reasons.

This means that there is no way for us to go back to Lhasa, and there is no way for Lao Wu to come to Nepal to find us.

When I heard this, my heart went cold.

But I thought, some people are destined to be just passers-by in life. Let's just take it as one of the good things in life.

But the old Wu is more determined than me.

He immediately said, "Where are you going next, I will meet you there.

"Because I want to see you."

After checking the airfare more than once, we found a more reasonable flight to Bangkok. Lao Sun checked in with Lao Wu, and Lao Wu got the airfare. The next night, he arrived at the hostel before we did, and he was not able to get to the airport. I didn't realize that someone who had never been out of the country would be able to make it to his destination.

Later, Lao Wu said, when I didn't meet you, I planned to go to Lhasa and go back to Xi'an to find a job. But I didn't realize that now, in order to chase you, even out of the country.

In Thailand, Wu's performance is noteworthy, the time to carry a bag to carry a bag, the time to hand over water to hand over water, I do not like smoking boys, he put the cigarette also quit.

Finally, one day, I told him my concerns.

The two of us are too far apart, I want to go back to Shenzhen, he wants to develop in Xi'an, so how can two people like this end up together?

"I am able to go to Thailand to find you, wherever you go in the future, I will go." Old Wu is still so firm.

"En."

When we returned to Kunming from Thailand, we wanted to go to a place full of sun, I said, take me to the four of you back then the most dashing place to see.

That look made me decide not to go.

In the past, I never believed that I would meet any so-called true love on the traveling road, so I was extremely cautious all the way, and only made friends, not love.

But after I met Lao Wu, I realized that actually liking someone is very simple, and if you like it enough, you will be willing to change for him, and will be willing to go to the place where there is him, because there, there is happiness.

With the rest of our savings, we opened a bistro. Old Wu continued to play the piano and sing songs here, and I became a tavern owner's wife.

Old Wu one person contracted all the decoration of the store, their own carved signboard, their own grinding floor, their own wine racks, and friends together with the bar ......

Always very strong, I now encounter a lot of problems, they will directly "find Old Wu

Later, Lao Wu also said, that year in the rain crash did not let anyone help backpacking stubborn girl, now where to go?

"That's because I don't need to use my brain with you." The sun in Dali is still so warm hitting the Erhai Sea.

In many people's opinion, how much courage we need to choose to open a store in Dali, and how much we need to let go of too many things.

In fact, I would like to say that the greatest courage is from each other, and we originally, do not have anything, so there is no such thing as put down or not put down.

A small store, hard to operate, but also able to maintain our lives well, to buy some supplements for parents, go on two trips a year.

Although not on the road to wealth, but we know that this is not the wind and snow, we are just in the reality of the struggle at the same time, continue to fight to pursue their own lives.

At that time, I told my parents that I met a favorite boy on the road, and they questioned it at first. Because in the eyes of adults, the love that meets on the road, do not know the roots, may not be reliable.

It wasn't until Dad and Lao Wu drank a lot of wine at the dinner table and talked about his previous experiences that Dad said the boy was good.

The other day in the tavern and friends drink, friends said, the real ideal life, is that you are on the side of the book, see tired, he will silently you lean on his shoulder, and then pick up the book to continue to read, and so the sunlight from the glass room accidentally penetrate to your face, wake you up, he will be a bowl of millet porridge, said, hungry, drink some porridge to nourish the stomach.

While you were chugging away at the porridge, he looked at you and then gently told you the story you read in the book.

Oh, and you can fart quite comfortably when you're by his side.

Whenever Lao Wu farts, he clenches his fist in an attempt to catch the fart, then spreads his five fingers wide in front of me and yells, "Three smiles at ease."

When I was so amused that I held my stomach and laughed out loud, he would say, "You've laughed once, you can't laugh anymore, or you'll die of poisoning!

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In September this year, we went to Lugu Lake. When we were walking around Lugu Lake, we remembered that this time last year, we came together on a tour bus because of a pick-up line.

A year has passed and a lot of things have been experienced.

Thankfully, we are both still with each other.