Get in the car to sleep, get off the car to pee, take pictures blindly when you get to the scenic spot, and ask when you get home, you don't know anything.

This is probably a true portrayal of many people's travel.

When people embark on a journey with a longing for a distant place, they often find that the real travel is not the same thing as the travel they imagined.

In the imagination, travel is to be in the vast grassland, to meet the wild wind, in the primeval forest, to listen to the insects and birds, in the barren desert to walk alone, to see, mirage, look back, a little oasis.

Everything is so beautiful that it surpasses reality, and any shot is a beautiful painting, at least, it should be a small fresh style, or a movie poster.

So what is reality?

The reality is that you are in the grassland, because last night's unclean dinner had a stomach, but there is no place to go to the toilet, the sphincter is tired but dare not relax, looking at the vast grassland, but the mind only thinks that it is so vast that you can't even find a hidden place.

The reality is that you're in the forest, and the whole world is so fresh, but you're covered in sweat, slimy and smelly... Don't be stupid, walk with your legs open, you can't call it a primeval forest if you don't go to the soles of your feet to bubble.

As for the desert, not to mention, three seconds will let you know what it means to be dusty and boundless.

If you want to shout at the endless sea of sand, then you'd better be prepared to eat the sand.

How can there be any quiet years?

Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, the photos of the journey are clearly full of sweat and exhaustion.

Think about it carefully, bumpy and tired until midnight to sleep, the next day before dawn was urged to get up, full of exhaustion and want to rest but no time, follow the tour guide one scenic spot after another scenic spot to watch the flowers in a flash, has not appreciated any beautiful artistic conception, the day passed like this.

How can such a journey be quiet?

Even if you make an appointment with a friend about where to go tomorrow, you may give up the trip because you have to change the subway on the way, and go further afield, isn't it a matter of course to be more tired?

Traveling is never about enjoyment, but about physical work.

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Don't get me wrong, the above is the journey of ordinary people.

The journey of a rich man is different.

This is also the reality, pot friends...

When Luoyang dragged two oversized and heavy suitcases out of the Tokyo airport, and was confused in the face of the unfamiliar environment, a group of black-clothed men suddenly walked over.

Strong physique, with a well-groomed pace, well-trained at a glance, eagle-like gaze, exuding the characteristic shadow of neon people, looking around as if looking for prey.

Luoyang frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

He let go of the suitcase and turned his wrist, ready to teach the ill-intentioned people a profound lesson with the Wing Chun that had been sealed for more than a hundred chapters.

At this moment, Jessica, who was beside her, waved her hand: "Here!"

A group of men in black glanced at the ground, strode closer with amazing momentum, and stood in front of the two of them.

"Jessica-san fell to death?" a heavy bass.

"Hey!" is a lively and lovely soprano.

Luoyang watched as his suitcase was dragged away by the group of men in black, and then he was dragged away by Jessica's hand.

...

Is this the pick-up service of the Yamaguchi-gumi? Do you dare to be more like the underworld!

The insignificant complaint from Luoyang's heart was drowned in the bustling sea of people at the airport in an instant.

“this_way！”

The man in black speaks neon psychedelic English and asks Luoyang and Jessica to get into a long black car.

Then the car started smoothly and drove to the hotel that Jessica had booked.

The interior of the car is spacious and clean, without any peculiar smell, and there are drinks and fruits around.

Luoyang reached out and picked up a glass of juice, trying to calm the confusion on his face and the turmoil in his heart.

Jessica eats fruit and uses her phone to plan her next trip.

The staff didn't say a word and were extremely dedicated.

As a result, it became very quiet in the car.

Luoyang took out his phone and took a picture of Jessica eating fruit.

In the photo, her side face with her head bowed is so beautiful that it surpasses reality.

This is the quiet time of the years, friends!

Luoyang grinned silently, and his heart couldn't help but be full of anticipation for the future journey.

————If you feel happy, please clap your hands————

It is the most gorgeous luxury in life and the most splendid freedom.

That's what a certain writer said.

Han Jian didn't know exactly who it was, anyway, it wasn't Lu Xun, and she felt that he made a lot of sense.

She didn't want to be tied to her freedom by anything if she could.

So she often travels, often says go, and is alone.

Because you don't need to accommodate others when you travel, you can get up when you want, go wherever you want, stay as long as you want.

Traveling with friends can be a different pleasure, but when you're alone, the total freedom is intoxicating.

Han Qiao was obsessed with this kind of freedom, so she never expected that she would be so looking forward to the journey with someone.

I never thought that one day, I would be so willing to give my freedom.

"Are you leaving? How long have you been home?"

Mom looked at Han Qiao who was packing her bags and complained.

"It's just right to leave at this time, if I stay two more days, you'll dislike me. Han Yan's face was full of anticipation, with a lovely flush, and the movements of his hands did not stop, and he quickly packed his luggage.

Compared with the rookie who brings everything and the fashion maniac who brings a lot of clothes, her bag can only be described as shabby.

Two sets of thin, two thick, two sets of clothes that are not thin or thick, emergency medicines and toiletries, few makeup utensils, spare flats and slippers, and some small tools that do not take up space.

Pragmatist through and through.

The mother knew at a glance that her daughter was really moving, so she had a little emotion: "If you have a husband, you forget your mother, and you can't keep it for you to eat and drink, and you will be happy like this with a phone call, can you have a little backbone?"

Han Jian stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, folded his hands and begged for mercy: "Mom~~~~"

"Wow!" Mom took a step back and said disgustedly, "Whatever you want, go as long as you want." ”

After saying that, my mother shook her head and turned to leave.

It's not sad to talk about it, it's common for Han Jian to go out to film and travel, often away from home for ten days, half a month or even a few months, she has long been used to it.

It's just that her precious daughter is called by someone else, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

even made her a little annoyed with Luoyang.

Although she was angry about her daughter doing small things to others, she didn't like Luoyang very much.

But now I don't like it even more.

Just when my mother was about to leave Han Yan's room, a romantic bell rang.

“i_just_call，to_say，i love~you...”

Mom stopped, raised her ears and secretly listened to the phone.

“... Oops, thinking about it, I still think I should pick you up, it's too sudden and unprepared, if you just stay first, I'll go over at night, anyway, it's only two or three hours by plane, and then we'll fly together again..."

Before Luoyang finished speaking, Han Fan said fiercely: "Are you full of food? The extra money for two air tickets has wasted the time of travel, I don't want to wait, I have to leave now!"

Luoyang Ju was aggrieved: "As soon as I thought that you were on a plane alone, I couldn't eat, so I thought about picking you up, why are you still murdering me? ”

Han Jian became even more fierce and said, "I just want you to not be able to eat! Who told you to leave suddenly without saying a word!

Luoyang was depressed, and said weakly: "Don't be so angry... That... Then I'll eat half of the sushi, I'll eat rice for the eel sushi, and I'll eat the eel for you when you come... Don't be angry, okay?"

"No! I'm very angry now! You'd better hurry up and prepare a luxurious afternoon tea and wait for me! If I don't see you greet me when I get off the plane, I won't go, I will turn around and buy a plane ticket back to China, and I'll leave it here, you can watch it!"

The phone just hung up.

Han Yan is completely the appearance of a spicy eldest lady, and she can hear the excitement of her mother outside the door for a while.

"How did this dead girl become so fierce?"

The mother covered her beating little heart, puzzled, feeling that her daughter had become strange, and couldn't help but remember that Han Qiao said that Luoyang was a strict wife.

At that time, she thought that Han Jian was joking, but now it seems that Luoyang is not only a strict wife, but also a serious late one.

"I used to look very hard, why are you so afraid of Qiao'er? Look at what has become of Jia'er, others should say that our tutor is not good..."

Mom shook her head and went downstairs worriedly.

She is not worried that Luoyang is not good to Qiao'er now, but she is beginning to worry that Luoyang will be bullied and run away, and no one will be able to get used to Qiao'er like this.

"This kid is really not worrying... Or another day, I'll call Luoyang to come to the house for a meal..."

At the door, Han Qiao poked his head out and looked at his mother's back and snickered.

That look, as bright as a girl.

Life in the world depends on acting skills...

At the same time, far away in the neon Luoyang, he was sitting on the side of the big bed in the hotel, holding his mobile phone, silent, and his face was extremely tragic.

Isn't it a big deal?