Lijiang, a beautiful and romantic place, like Lhasa, is full of tenderness, a beautiful home for wandering wanderers, and a holy place of worship for the worldly people.

In the past few years, when the "Lijiang fever" and the "Lhasa fever" were carried out, there were two main types of people here.

The first type of people: they quit their decent jobs, sold their houses, did not listen to the advice of relatives and friends, insisted on going their own way, and left their hometowns just to come here to pursue their dreams. Some of them opened an antique inn or bar in response to the love of Lijiang, smiling proudly, and some wandered in the streets and alleys of Lijiang, carrying a guitar on their backs, and living a chic life, which is probably the utopia in their eyes!

Some people may ask, is this different life, different happiness, really what they want?

It should be, after all, they have worked hard and struggled for this. Of course, there are also people who blindly follow, and there are quite a few, these people are under the guise of literature and art, just for a moment of freshness or to avoid the pressure of survival, and they are indifferent to fame and fortune, and they don't care about glory and wealth.

The vicissitudes of the sea, the white clouds and the dogs, all the good things will also pass away with the wind.

With the rapid development of China's economy, these paradises have gradually become aware of them, and businessmen have discovered business opportunities with a keen sense of smell, so it is inevitable that these places will be marketized and commercialized, so the amorous Lijiang and beautiful Lhasa have slowly become a place of right and wrong.

The environment is changing, what about people? Nature is also changing, these people have been adrift for a few years, and the original persistent pride and literary and artistic feelings have also faded a lot, and after a long time, they are also tired of seeing the people and things around them, and can not bear the long-term loneliness and emptiness, so they can only helplessly and resolutely return to the life circle they hated before, and fall into the rolling red dust again.

It's just that since then, the sea of people has drifted, and they have never mentioned it and are embarrassed to mention the wind and snow of the year.

People are like this, it will never be difficult to overcome animal instincts, there is the courage to be impulsive, but there are very few people who stick to the end, as the so-called original intention is easy to obtain, and it is always difficult to keep.

What about the second group of people? Their stories are the same, but they are talked about and enduring. Their stories will always be written and read. They are single men and women on a journey, expecting a no-holds-barred encounter in this beautiful and amorous place.

The reason for this kind of thinking is that the single men and women who travel here are all passers-by in a hurry, have no roots, and are destined not to stay here. And there are good and evil in human nature, and when serious people are used to it, the evil desires in their hearts will swell, and then they will take off their clothes, tear off the hypocritical labels that have been hanging on their bodies for twenty or thirty years, and completely fall into this beautiful and amorous foreign place, under the cover of literature and art. Therefore, here, the eyes of many tourists are very simple, very pure - the release of **, so Lijiang Lhasa has also become a paradise full of artillery fire.

Amorous men and women who come here to play usually quickly fall in love with a wandering singer, a vicissitudes of innkeeper... For this short-lived love, they are desperate for all kinds of things, and all kinds of crazy for love. In fact, sometimes even they themselves don't know their hearts, and they are confused and impulsive when they are carried away by hormones and desires...

Therefore, their so-called love is as confused and illusory as themselves, and its ending is naturally short-lived and fleeting. After that, these people will be sad for a short time, flee quickly, and there is no beauty in their hearts, only the emptiness after the release. Of course, they will not forget to show off, they will use all modern tools such as Weibo, space and Moments to remember, to show their brilliant experience, bitter feelings...

The above two types of people are not real backpackers, they are just carrying a bag, and they are just a false appearance.

And for these passers-by, after the carnival, you should know and keep silent, but there are some righteous and awe-inspiring people who want to stand on the moral high ground to accuse the town of vulgarity, crime, and the degradation of human nature... But he forgot the role he once played.

The small city is still a small town, for thousands of years, it has stood there quietly, neither humble nor arrogant, the so-called vulgarity, the so-called **, the so-called evil, but it has been defiled by people who come and go in a hurry, what does it have to do with the small city?

When people solve problems, they often know that they need to look beyond the surface to see the essence, but most of them like to be superficial.

As the so-called Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust.

What about Xia Xue, and what kind of category does she belong to?

She doesn't belong to any category, she is a real literary young woman.

That year, the wind was light, the sky was high and refreshing, and the occasional spring breeze blew up, but also with warm affection, refreshing people's hearts, it was the first time that Xia Xue experienced the meaning of the spring breeze for more than 20 years. In the season of tenderness like water, Xia Xue came in a short skirt suit, full of spring breeze, and graceful.

She, like all young girls in Huaichun, also hopes to meet a beautiful and earth-shattering love in this romantic place.

At that time, she was still very simple, what she wanted was a vigorous love in the city, not just a heart-warming moment, a release of desire.

But it backfired, and when she enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Lijiang, appreciated the style of the ancient city, and saw the wandering prodigal son... It was sad to discover that fairy tales are fairy tales, and they can only live in the fantasies of boys and girls forever.

It was Xia Xue's last night in Lijiang, and she was going to eat another Lijiang baba and drink a cup of cow yogurt on the busy street on a night when the moon was sparse.

Never again.

That night, Xia Xue wandered aimlessly on the street, stopped in front of a wandering singer who had no one to stop, and after listening to a few words casually, it was like being struck by lightning, and her heart was pounding, as if she was about to jump out of her throat at any time.

After the last song was sung, Xia Xue was stupid under the bright moonlight, stunned, and the whole world seemed to cease to exist, only a guitarist in linen clothes but unusually clean, unrestrained plucking the strings, swaying youth.

This wanderer is different, he is not as uninhibited as ordinary wanderers, he does not pay attention to the image at all, on the contrary, he is a very clean person, clean eyes, clean voice, clean clothes, and that clothes are also a little worn and white because they have been washed too many times.

He stood there straight, not looking at pedestrians, nor disturbed by the world, his eyes were empty, but with the strongest affection, he stared at the crimson guitar in his hand, his slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and a beautiful scale flowed out of his fingers, and the deep singing voice in his mouth, blended melodious songs, with the vicissitudes of the washed lead, drifted into the distance, floated to Xia Xue's ears, floated into her heart...

Xia Xue understands that in an instant, love has met unexpectedly, and the most desired love in her heart has also found a place to settle, and it has begun to sprout, and even ripe melons.

The advent of love finally gave Xia Xue the courage and confidence to abandon everything in the past, abandon the resolute eyes of her parents, abandon her stable and decent work, abandon everything in the world, follow what she calls in her heart, and pursue her dreams without hesitation.

After that night, Xia Xue's return journey was pushed back day after day, she began to follow He Yonghui's footsteps, and listened to him sing silently in the crowd again and again, her eyes were full of tenderness, her heart was full of throbbing, her clothes were elegant and simple, just like his singing, and her people were hidden in the corner of the lamplight, just like Xu Wei's "Blue Lotus" sang...

"Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom.

In a whimsical career, your heart has no worries.

Through the dark years, I also felt hesitant..."

Again and again infatuation without regrets, night after night of tossing and turning, day by day of love blending, the unattainable man in his heart, like the scorching sun shining dazzling, burned her pure heart is tormented, but also makes her like a dim little star along a fixed track keeps turning, dizzy and without regrets.

This surging love is like a raging flood, drowning Xia Xue, making her confused, and she can only drift on the boundless sea;

At that time, Xia Xue loved this man very much, but she didn't dare to muster up the courage...

The years paid off, and Starlight didn't ask passers-by, until that moment, the two met unexpectedly again.

One of them raised his head, staring straight ahead with deep eyes, and the other lowered his head, his eyes staring at his feet.

After a few moments, the two looked at each other.

This hope is determined for life, this hope is close to each other with the rivers and lakes, and this hope is a lifelong mistake at the sight of Yang.

Since then, the life of loving each other and respecting each other has begun.

Since then, Xia Xue has accompanied He Yonghui to sing every day, listening to the songs that have been circulating and unchanged, listening to them so seriously, so devoted, and not bored at all. She is the most serious audience in the audience, and she is also the most loyal audience in the audience, because no matter the wind or rain, she will accompany him all the way.

In between He Yonghui's singing, Xia Xue will also help promote his album songs, and her proud expression does not allow others to question the slightest, as if she is promoting a rare treasure and doing the greatest thing in the world.

In the afternoon, Xia Xue will also accompany He Yonghui to do three things to kill time--- create, dog walk, waste time. They usually hide in a warm hut, sometimes frowning and pondering, sometimes discussing loudly and passionately, creating cheerful tunes and melodious songs.

If they are tired, they will also snuggle up to each other, lazily talking some seemingly boring sweet words. If their "five-five" (dog) doesn't want to stay at home, they will also lead five-five, no, it should be five-five leading him and walking forward aimlessly. The two of them also held hands, followed behind Wuwu, didn't say anything, just smiled on their faces, and kept walking, going on...

Before Xia Xue met He Yonghui, her life was as clean and simple as white paper, as lifeless as white paper, and even more as white and numb as white paper.