It took two and a half weeks and three hours of continuous writing every night to finally finish "The One-Man Show".

Every night, I feel like I have traveled back in time and space, returned to the original campus, and saw the familiar slender figure, talking to Yan Xu's shadow, and talking to my former self. It's a wonderful experience. I'm beginning to appreciate the true meaning of writing a novel, which is a long and wonderful YY by the author.

In this world, you can be the master. You can make him cry, you can make him laugh. It can also drive him crazy and make him crazy.

However, in the stories I wrote, the heroes and heroines ended with a smile. But they must sadly not be together. Because the theme is a one-man show.

In a hurry, I finally handed in the work on the last day of the deadline. In these days of writing and creation, sometimes I hesitate whether the work I have been brewing for so long can be favored by the judges, but when I hand it in, I am suddenly relieved. Regardless of the results of the evaluation, I have completed the best explanation for myself, even if it is an explanation of my unclear feelings.

From today onwards, I can finally have a night like everyone else, and I was planning to learn to sing songs from the sisters in the dormitory, but I didn't expect that it had not been decadent for a few days, and this girl had prepared a second round of "surprise attack" for me.

"Xiao Ke, I've signed up for tomorrow's outing, I've printed out the itinerary, and tomorrow's ticket, put it on your bed together, the things you need to prepare are listed on the list, you hurry up and pack up, we have to go to bed early tonight."

I had just returned to the dormitory with my classmates and planned to continue to go out to karaoke, so I suddenly received an ultimatum.

Weiwei didn't care about it, and after finishing speaking, he climbed to the top bunk and got into the quilt. This is her usual trick, hiding under the covers just to not give me a chance to refute.

This time, though, I couldn't resist it, so I stood on the railing and lifted her covers.

"Damn, it's okay, my mother just finished working hard, I handed in the manuscript, it's not okay to relax for two days, you arrange it for me again, you are my mother!"

"Hehe, how dare I be your mother...... I don't think you've been working so hard lately, do you want to relax and unwind......"

smiled slightly, fortunately, we won't quarrel with each other, if the words are heavy, we will listen lightly, and if the words are light, we will focus on understanding, which is the difference between girlfriends and ordinary friends.

I'm actually used to her being self-conscious, because she hasn't made any decisions that are too out of line or too much so far, and the starting point is to make me happy. I also know that she is good for me every time, I looked at the A4 paper itinerary and tickets that were neatly arranged in advance on the bed, and then looked at her with a smile on her face, I didn't insist anymore, just got down from the bed silently and began to tidy up things.

"I don't want to go. I've not been in a good mood lately. ”

"It's knowing you're in a bad mood that lets you go out and have fun." Slightly moved out of her serious expression, "Moreover, I want to go, I want you to accompany me."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll take away all your good mood?"

"Oh, my little Ke," Wei Wei quickly got out of bed like a nimble monkey and grabbed my shoulders, "I don't know where you got so bad mood, how nice it is to go out and play, and, well, well, it's good." ”

"And what? What kind of medicine is sold in the gourd? ”

"It's nothing, I just don't understand you, I always don't care about anything, don't I worry about you? I'm all wrinkled, and I'm telling you, you're going to have to pay me a mask. This is simply ah, that is, the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry. If you are unhappy, say it, and the sisters will carry it together and share it together! Look at you putting on a bitter gourd face every day, how can I, a genuine best friend, be happy! You can think about it for me, too! ”

I really didn't expect that at the critical moment, Weiwei's mouth could really speak. I was amused by her barrage of words.

"It's nothing, I don't know what's going on. I'll go with you tomorrow, and go to sleep! ”

It's really good to travel. A dozen tickets, a slow train, more than an hour, brought our group of people from the reinforced concrete city to the paradise, natural oxygen bar. It's not far from the school, but it seems like the whole person is suddenly relaxed.

Strange environment, strange travel companions, as if I myself am also a self that can be recustomized. It could be anything I wanted to be. Is that what travel is all about?

The place I went to is called Taoyuan Wonderland. When I got my admission letter, I was surprised to find that the school I was going to was not in the bustling city of Beijing's Haidian District, but was assigned to the Ming Tombs Reservoir in the suburbs. In the mountainous area where the emperor chose to be buried, I don't even know how to write the words "dumbfounded". Just because I didn't read the admissions brochure carefully, I didn't even know the address of the school and filled in the volunteer, so I didn't know who to blame except myself, so I had to be decadent and disappointed for a while, and felt that my life had gone to another fork in the road.

But in fact, not long after I came here, I fell in love with its green mountains and green waters. There is a mountain behind the school, and there was a teacher who wrote such a passage in the school's graduation speech, which I think is simply wonderful, and this passage is a complete expression of our love for the land where we live as students here.

He said: "When you are in a melancholy mood, you walk next to the Ming Tombs Reservoir, imagine the sorrow and desolation of the last emperor, sweep away the love and hatred in your heart, and when you sing in the mood, you climb the Jundu Mountain, overlook the Forbidden City, and imagine that three hundred years ago, Li Zicheng, the king of Chuang, waved his army to Changping, along the road of the 345 bus branch line that you are familiar with, and attacked the Desheng Gate. ”

Yes, this is such a wonderful place.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of relaxation. Except for Weiwei, everyone else on the tour didn't seem to be familiar with each other, but everyone seemed to be happy, with smiles as bright as the sun. So I joined everyone in having fun.

During the day, climb the mountain to enjoy the scenery, eat farmhouse meals, and at night there is a bonfire party and a chorus.

Although it is a party of a group of strangers, it is rare to get together. When everyone held hands around the campfire, sang and danced, I suddenly felt in a trance. On the other side of the jumping, burning bonfire, there seemed to be a familiar face.

Half-length hair, eyes that seem to be smiling, a fox-like smile, the corners of his mouth are raised, and he is tall but has a poet-like temperament, isn't it the missing Yang Wei who is very mysterious in Weiwei's mouth.