Little A didn't give me the answer I wanted. She said, "If only I could foresee what was to come. I don't have to walk on this long, never-ending National Highway 318."

Xiao A's words are straightforward and a little cruel. But it's true. They can do well. After all, it's just a good wish of mine. After all, Little A is just Little A. She can't fulfill the mirror in my heart.

I drank all the pot of barley wine that Little A gave me. Then I looked a little blankly at the already dim sunlight outside the window. Suddenly the wind whipped up dust. Rolled up white foamy debris......

......

Because of the car accident ahead. This road inn comes alive at night. People from all over the world. It's all here.

At night. The innkeeper slaughtered a sheep. A bonfire was lit in the courtyard. We're a bunch of people from all over the world. And they gathered around the campfire. Drinking wine and waiting for the roasted lamb.

in the crowd. There is a teenager who is looking for dreams. Driver with van. There are wandering singers with guitars. There are also angry Wenqing..... Men. Shape**.Only there is no rich or poor. Three, six, nine, etc.

The lamb is finally roasted. The innkeeper holds a cutter. And he divided the cut meat among each of them. So the wine drank more happily. The sound of wine glasses colliding comes and goes. In the collision, I heard the sound of shattered dreams one after another..... Article 318 is a condensed life.

I kind of understand at this moment. Why a cruel 318 will become the yearning of many people. Because dreams are shattered here. New dreams are lit up and dim. Endless......

Look at those or laugh. or a crying face. I'm getting calmer and calmer. Joys and sorrows in life. That's it. When you see through all these joys and sorrows. All that's left is a naked body.

.....

Next. I'm off again. Walk through Ya'an. Luding. Walked through the Erlang Mountain Tunnel. I finally didn't adapt to the plateau climate. Especially the ever-changing altitude. It's even harder for me to adapt. After driving through the dreaded 72 bends of the Nu River. I had a vomiting reaction. It's not just a physiological response. I also truly appreciate the cruelty of the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, which is known as the most dangerous highway in the world. And the signs that remind you of the death toll along the way are even more shocking.

Thanks to my good physique. Took some medicine to overcome altitude sickness. After a day of rest, my body gradually adapted. Fortunately, there is a partner of Little A along the way. When the road conditions are not complicated. She can drive a ride for me. It also gave me some time to relieve my exhaustion.

This is already the sixth day I have left Nantong. Until this time. I still haven't heard back from Angel. I'm sure she really didn't turn it on. At this point. I never doubted her. She can really cut off all contact with the outside world. Even if the phone is on the body. Nor will it be because of boredom. Or other emotions while turning on the phone.

.....

It's a night. Little A and I still live in a highway inn. It's cold and cold outside. The sky is finally snowing. This means that tomorrow's trip will be even tougher. Maybe you won't be able to walk 300 kilometers in a day. Also more likely. Because this snow can't move forward. And stuck in this town. Of course, this is something I extremely don't want to see. I hope I can reach Lhasa years ago.

Wear the thickest down jacket. Sit under the eaves on the second floor. Light a cigarette. I looked at the snowflakes in a daze.

Little A doesn't know when he came to me. She handed me a thermos mug. It is filled with hot water. I took the thermos cup. She snuffed out the cigarette butt in my hand and said to me, "You have altitude sickness. I smoke cigarettes."

"I'm very adaptable." I said that. But he didn't smoke again. Instead, I took a sip of the hot water that Little A gave me. When boiling hot water flows into the body. But it's much more comfortable than smoking.

Little A took her camera out. I took a few shots against the snowy sky. Then she was very interested in sharing with me the photos she had taken along the way. But my mind wasn't on the scenery along the way. It's not her on the other side that I think about all the time.

In silence. Little A put the camera away. She said to me, "Tomorrow is in Ranwu. Let's say goodbye. Be careful when you drive yourself."

I wasn't surprised by Little A's request. If she follows me all the way to Lhasa. Then I'm afraid there will be no point in her walking through 318.

I said to her, "You too."

Little A nodded. And he said, "Actually, I'm quite curious. Why were you so excited that day asking me if I would come out of the shadows? I don't believe you care about me."

I took another sip of hot water. Dazed at the yellow dog hiding in the haystack to keep warm. After a long time, he said, "It's because of a concern."

"Another concern besides your wife. Right?"

I nodded: "Actually. She was my first wife. But ..... "I didn't say any more.

Little A misunderstood what I meant. "I can understand," she said. People will inevitably fall in love with many people in their lives."

I shook my head. Dao: "A man's life. It's true that you will fall in love with more than one person. But I ..... Maybe I didn't love her."

"She loves you with all her heart."

"Maybe the hurt I did to her is more unforgettable..... Sometimes. I always have this image in my head. She sat by the sea. From sunrise to dusk. Looking at the other side of the sea in the undulation of the waves..... But what left me was a lonely and lonely back."

"What is she looking at?"

"Maybe it's fragrant. Maybe it's the years. Or maybe it's just a lighthouse......"

......

After a long silence. Little A said to me, "There is actually no lighthouse on the other side. If she looks like this, she will continue to look at it. I'm afraid that what awaits her is only a hundred years of silence."

"Why?"

"Because there is no lighthouse in her heart. Where will there be a lighthouse on the other side?"

"There is no lighthouse in my heart. Where will there be a lighthouse on the other side......" Xiao A's words touched me deeply. So much so that I choked up all my emotions. I couldn't say a word for a long time.

Little A patted me on the shoulder and said, "Rest early. I'm going to have to wake up early tomorrow. And then it's time for us to say goodbye."

I nodded. When Little A is about to leave. I stopped her.

She looked back at me suspiciously, "What?"

"Do you have a lighthouse in your heart?"

Xiao A shook his head regretfully...... No wonder she would say she doesn't have a lighthouse in her heart. Maybe it's because of empathy. This is yet another answer that leaves me lost.

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