Shangri-La's sky is particularly clear and blue.

In places like Shangjing and Huhai, the pure blue, which is almost rare, is commonplace here.

The ancient city of Duke-Zong, most of which was burned down, was like a beautiful girl who was burned and disfigured; And the newly built houses are the high-tech skins on the girl's face - for a while, the gap between the new skin and the old appearance cannot be removed, and as for the "wounds in the heart", only she knows.

Zhou Yi took the injured Chen Bo and stayed in an inn.

Because Chen Bo was unwell, the two did not live in a youth hostel or a bunk in a multi-person room, but spent some money and stayed in a comfortable double room.

The environment of the inn is superb.

When you enter the entrance of the inn, no matter where you come or go, you have to punch in - the key card on the key. To the left of the entrance is a leisurely bar where you can play billiards online, and if you want to drink some drinks, you will have to pay for them.

Straight through the gate, it is a place to register and pay, and there are always people.

After that place, and then enter, there is a large ping courtyard with a length and width of ten meters, and in the ping courtyard, there are facilities including table tennis tables, swings, leisure seats, etc.; Flowers and trees are also indispensable embellishments - the most striking thing is that on one side of the courtyard, a tree more than three meters high, sprinkled with countless branches, not many green leaves, but clusters of purple-red flowers hang down with the long branches, like a beautiful woman with a full head of flowers, combing her hair by the river - spreading her hair, slowly falling into the river, gently rubbing the green silk.

That is, in Yunnan, such a place with less car exhaust and haze, such a humid and mild climate, can raise such delicate and soft flowers.

There is no need to look at it, she naturally grows such a style.

There are many foreigners in the inn, or most of them are foreigners.

As a scumbag who has never passed English level 4, Zhou Yi can't understand these bird languages, even if someone says hello, he will reply with a "hello" - note that the other party greets in English, while Zhou Yi speaks Chinese.

The inn is full of petty bourgeoisie.

There's a free breakfast with Western-style toast and coffee, and some jasmine tea. The only flower tea that rubs the edge with China seems to have a faint rancid taste, which may be due to boiling for too long or not changing the tea material at all.

Zhou Yi used to eat toast, just pinching and eating it dry, just to make his stomach full.

But these Westerners in front of them seem to be able to eat a little.

They put the toast in a small machine dedicated to roasting toast until it is slightly charred and hot, coated with a layer of jam and peanut butter, and took a light bite, which seemed to be much better than Zhou Yi's way of eating diao.

Zhou Yi didn't need to ask them.

Just look at it and do it.

The scorching aroma comes out, and the jam and peanut butter spread with a sweet aroma are sandwiched between the toast, which really makes the dry toast slices take on a different style and character.

"It can be like this." Zhou Yi felt that he had learned a trick - he only needed to buy some sauce and a small roasting machine to turn dry toast into a different kind of deliciousness.

He paid no attention to the others, and kept concentrating on roasting the toast slices and spreading the sauce - and soon, the plate in front of him was piled up to twenty centimeters high.

"Dude, come back after eating." The young boss sitting on the counter said.

Perhaps because his body is a lot stronger, Zhou Yi's appetite has also increased greatly, although it is far from the point of perversion, but it is indeed several times larger than the belly of those "sub-healthy ordinary people".

It's not so prominent on weekdays, but after a day of riding, the amount of food also corresponds to the consumption.

He looked at the stacked toast slices, and it was not easy to explain to anyone, so he nodded to the young man and went to his seat.

After three or five bites, he ate two slices of sandwiched toast together, took a sip of coffee, and continued to eat bitterly, and so on, and the toast on the plate was seen to be lowered; In just two minutes, all the toast was in my stomach.

The young boss had been paying attention to him, and was about to give him a lecture or two when he couldn't eat wasted food, but he didn't want to see a pot-bellied king with an amazing belly and a crisp diet.

When Zhou Yi went to get the toast again, the young boss just smiled and said, "Dude, you are going to eat this amount of food!" ”

He didn't stop Zhou Yi from taking much toast anymore - as long as he could finish it.

"It's just going to be eaten." Zhou Yi also smiled.

Both of them know that the room fee of more than 100 yuan is by no means something that can be eaten back by eating a few pieces of toast.

A few foreigners next to him looked at Zhou Yi's belly, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, as if they were joking about Zhou Yi, a slightly thin Oriental.

As for what to say, Zhou Yi didn't understand it anyway.

After eating, Chen Bo hadn't gotten up yet.

Zhou Yi was afraid that he would get up late and that breakfast would be gone, so he brought him something over.

He didn't go out.

As a friend, Zhou Yi is still quite qualified. Seeing Chen Bo like this, it was not easy to go out and play alone, so he had fun in the yard.

There's not much fun to be had.

He aimed at the billiards in the lounge.

Last night had been occupied by a few foreigners, and he didn't touch it much; But most of the foreigners who drank until late have not gotten up yet, so they are cheap to him.

Zhou Yi hasn't played billiards for a long time.

He is not very good at playing billiards, and he is not a billiards fan, he just has fun when he is bored.

He sets the ball and goes out with one shot.

"Smack!"

All the stone balls spread out and covered the table.

In the past, I couldn't score a goal in three or five strokes, but today it seems to be particularly touchy, often one or two shots into one, the more I play, the smoother it becomes, and in the back, one shot can score several.

He didn't notice that several foreigners had already gathered around.

When the last black ball entered the net and he was about to pick it up, a big furry hand and a small hand so white that even the cyan veins could penetrate picked up the ball and set it up.

Zhou Yi looked along his two hands and saw a tall man and a short woman.

The man's typical Western characteristics, high nose and deep eyes, face, cheeks, and chin are covered with a black-brown beard, although he does not look too old, but the beard gives him enough vicissitudes and years.

The woman is small, very fair-skinned, and has typical blonde hair and blue eyes, and looks delicate and delicate.

Zhou Yi noticed this woman early.

It's not because she's pretty.

Instead, when all the foreigners were playing and laughing together, she sat on the swing, quietly holding a bright white rotten apple notebook, and did not speak, showing a different quiet and different quality from others.

The two spoke English to Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi didn't understand it very well.

The two of them had no choice but to slow down their speech and try to express their thoughts in simple language and actions.

"We, together." In English, of course.

Although I haven't passed level 4, I can still understand simple vocabulary; After all, during the college entrance examination, English also had a hundred points, and there was still a bit of foundation, but the university was decadent.

So, the three of them, who couldn't understand the language, started a cross-border friendly match......

……

Chen Bo has been completely depressed, and it seems that the fall has destroyed all his heart.

Thinking that there were still more than 1,000 kilometers away from that "holy land", and that there were still so many unimaginable difficulties, and then looking at the tattered mountain bike, he began to retreat in his heart.

Zhou Yi asked him that if his mountain bike is to be repaired, he needs to go back to the factory, which is a few hundred yuan, which is inevitable, and the key is that it takes time! Not for a short period of time!

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and it became the best reason for him to give up.

The spatial spiritual liquid, in Chen Bo's body, does not seem to have such a big effect.

The low oxygen on the plateau made him have a lot of reactions, dizzy and slightly painful, he didn't want to move, his head turned a few times slower, he lay in bed all day, at most he walked around the yard, eating in the leisure hall of the inn, looking at the sky outside......

The day and night began to fall again.

Here, the days seem to be very long, and it is always at ** o'clock in the evening, and the night is late.

The foreigners who started drinking beer in the morning became even more crazy at night.

Perhaps, in their opinion, beer is not so much a drink as a drink.

Even the girl who was playing with rotten apples and quietly working on the swing had a bottle of beer beside her, and she had to take a sip from time to time - there were already three empty bottles beside her.

Zhou Yi walked around outside, and when he came back late, he happened to meet a group of foreigners drinking in the yard.

The bearded man who played billiards together earlier seemed to be inside.

The bearded man looked at Zhou Yi into the yard, and hurriedly beckoned him to come over and drink and chat.

Thus, a "chicken-duck dialogue" began......

Zhou Yi has never been abroad, but he maintains enough curiosity about foreign life and foreign cultures; And for these foreigners, the Chinese culture is also mysterious—all of them, because of a common need, because of something that does not exist in the dark, come together and begin to tell what they have seen and heard.

Even if you don't understand the language, there are always some things in common, and you can always find some suitable bridges to communicate.

However, the language barrier is indeed a great obstacle.

Zhou Yi used to be very puzzled about learning English - bird language, what to learn? I don't need it! If you don't have money, you can't go abroad, so you don't need much; If you have money, ask for a translator, what do you want to use?

But only now did he feel the barrier of speech – not just between people, but between one world and another, from one culture to another.

For English-speaking countries that account for more than half of the entire world, if a person does not know this language, then he will lose almost half the world!

It is only when you really need it that you have such a thought.

Of course, it would be great if Westerners could learn Chinese; However, in the face of the current world dominated by Western culture, we cannot change the world, we can only adapt to the world, and seek positive changes in the process of adaptation......

……

Listening to the bustle outside the house, watching the heat and the smell of wine outside, Chen Bo seemed more and more dull and bored; He felt that there was only one person in the world, only this one room.

He is not a depressed and introverted person, but the physical and mental blows have made him depressed a lot.

He finally made a decision, one he knew would be disappointed, disappointed, and regretful.

In fact, some regrets will carry a beautiful fantasy and brew a strange fragrance in the advance of life.

Chen Bo would not have thought that he would give birth to something because of this regret - regret, when he made this regretful decision at this time, he was destined to be just regret.