Fan Yue felt that in Lhasa, where the average altitude was 3,650 meters, the means of transportation given to her was a bicycle.

Uncle and aunt intimately forgot to provide her with a few more oxygen cylinders.

Doesn't this make her suffocate from lack of oxygen every minute?

I also have a big heart, and after eating at my uncle and aunt's house, I really rode a small car all the way back to the apartment.

In Lhasa at the end of July, the sky was cloudless but there was a breeze blowing, which was very comfortable and pleasant. When she passed in front of the Potala Palace, she also stopped, looked up at this majestic temple built on the mountain, and felt the shock and inner peace.

The upstream of the square on the opposite side was full of guests, and after stopping for two minutes, Fan Yue stepped on the pedal and continued to move forward.

Back in the apartment, Fan Yue felt that the previous "peace of mind" was probably imagined by her.

Collapsed on the couch in the apartment, gasping for breath.

I rolled my eyes and looked at the bicycle, and silently decided that I would never touch it again in Lhasa.

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When I fell asleep and woke up again, it was already half past five in the evening.

Fan Yue rubbed her sleepy eyes, lay on the bed and swiped her phone for a while.

The relationship with his parents, like thousands of ordinary families, is not bad but not very close.

has been strictly disciplined since she was a child, until she graduated from high school and went abroad, Fan Yue became a loose little wild horse, galloping on the corn fields in the big countryside in a foreign country.

I can't go up or down in my studies, but I have a lot of mastery of eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling.

Oh no, I didn't learn prostitution, I just mastered the timely pleasures of bohemianism.

So even if she returns to China during the summer vacation, she doesn't want to stay by her parents in Nancheng and be bound, and the farther she can run, the better.

During the summer vacation of my freshman year, I found a part-time job experience in a fast food restaurant in Nancheng, and I was busy from morning to night every day, and I fell asleep when I got home.

In his sophomore year, he relied on his parents to find a job as a teaching assistant at an English institution in Shanghai.

The junior once again relied on his parents' relationship and under the banner of beautifying his resume, he "assigned" himself to Lhasa, the capital of the northwest border of the motherland.

The unit saw that she was a small intern who had a relationship, so she only came for more than a month, and she was usually not assigned a job. Every day, you just need to clock in and go to work normally, sit in front of the computer to watch the news and play games, go out to eat and drink with a group of colleagues at noon, repeat the morning arrangement in the afternoon, get off work on time and go home to wash up, and go out to the bar on Octagon Street when you are dressed.

One of the restaurants, called Snow Mountain, has a distinctly Tibetan ethnic feature in its interior, but with a combination of Chinese and Western culture.

The location is central, the store has her favorite beer, and there are foreign football games broadcast on TV from time to time. Fan Yue is idle and bored, sometimes she can come every day of the week, if nothing else, to relieve the emptiness.

The boss and waiter will reserve a place for her at the bar on the second floor every day.

She doesn't do anything else every day, drinks and chats with the boss, watches the ball game, and then brushes the people in the neighborhood on Momo.

It's just been brushing for a month, and there is no one she wants to meet. She would rather be lonely and fulfilled every day, drinking and listening to little songs.

There are a lot of people in the Snow Mountain Restaurant today, and the boss and waiter have no time to chat with her, Fan Yue leaned on the bar and brushed the people near Momo, and a message from the sender "W" jumped out.

The other party's word "hello" is sparse and ordinary, and she routinely clicks on the other party's profile picture.

There is only one avatar in the bio.

The background is blue sky and white clouds, and the water is like a mirror. It looks like the Chaka Salt Lake in Qinghai.

The person in the picture is wearing a black cap and cannot see his face clearly. Dressed in dark casual clothes, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he is tall.

No matter how much I flipped, there was nothing else except for the gender of the male and the two-word profile.

【Journey.】 】