Four years of college, I didn't learn much knowledge, but I have accumulated a lot of travel experience, before graduation, several colleagues in the way held a travel sharing exchange, that is, to talk about their travel stories, I was invited to be in the list, everyone's stories are very exciting, when it was my turn, I didn't know what to say, my travel was too dull, so I thought of her.

When it was my turn to share, I walked up to the podium: "Hello students, my name is Liu Tianqi, I am very happy to come to this sharing site, everyone's travel stories are very exciting, but the story I want to share with you today is not mine, but the story of a sister I met during the journey, the story is a bit long, if you don't want to listen to it, you can stop at any time." For the sake of narration, I will use the first person for the following story.

It was a summer two years ago, I was driving on National Highway 219 with a few friends, that day, a lone female donkey appeared outside our car window, pushing a mountain bike, moving forward with difficulty, it could be seen that she was very tired, we slowed down when the car passed by her, her face outside the window was vicissitudes, her clothes were also a little shabby, but her eyes were shining, it was a kind of self-confidence and unyielding stubbornness, at a glance she was on the road for a long time. I like to travel, I like this sister very much at first glance, so I leaned forward to say hello: HI, come on! Need water? As she spoke, she handed out a red bull from the car window, and her sister waved her hand: "Thank you!" No, I have water, she said, gesturing to the kettle on her bike frame.

On the road, the most common thing to face every day is this kind of brief encounter and separation, some people are just one side, and some people will turn around and see each other again. When I met her, it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon, more than seventy kilometers away from the nearest county seat, and this was on the plateau, and most of the way was uphill, I thought at the time, this sister must have to sleep in the wilderness tonight.

But unexpectedly, when we walked into the hostel, the person sitting and drinking coffee in the lobby suddenly turned out to be the sister, and I was no less surprised than a scumbag who got the admission letter from Peking University, so I left my companion and sat opposite the sister, wanting to talk to her.

I don't know whether to call her sister or aunt, let's just call her sister, she is about fifty years old, with short hair, probably because of sweating, the hair is obediently lying on the head, only a handful of hair on the top of the head is not resigned to fate, a gust of wind blows outside the door, and the top of the head is dancing constantly, which looks quite individual. The upper body is wearing a sky blue T-shirt, the T-shirt has been washed a little white, and the lower body is a pair of gray slacks, judging from the shape, the pants used to be long pants, but now the leg is broken, and it has become over-the-knee shorts, and the fabric fibers swing in the wind without restraint, like wearing an ultra-short grass skirt at the knee position.

I greeted her, "Sister, you're so fast! ”

She replied: "No matter how far the road is, as long as you move forward, you will always arrive, not to mention my cruising speed of 20 kilometers per hour, but I happened to be tired when I met you, so I slowly pushed the cart and rested while walking." ”

Quite philosophical answer, her answer is an understatement, I have admired the five-body throw, this is in the plateau with an average altitude of more than 4,000 people! I asked, "What do you call you?" ”

"Monsoon" You can call me Monsoon, my sister reached out and flicked the bangs on her forehead and replied.

I thought of the donkey pen and the cattle, and I heard netizens say that her name is Monsoon, so I said: "I read your travelogue and found that you are all alone, why don't you call your friends to accompany you?" A person's journey is freedom, but there will be many unknown dangers on the road, aren't you afraid?

Monsoon raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, looked up at the sky outside the patio and muttered: "This trip around China was a plan twenty years ago, the plan was originally to walk with a friend, but the years were silent, and later, I don't know when, we lost each other unconsciously, the sea of people is very wide, later, we never met again, time is not to be, so I had to go on the road alone." ”

"I can tell you a story about this friend, can you tell me?"

Monsoon picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip: "Do you believe in fate?" ”

I replied, "I didn't believe it before, but after a long time on the road, I did." ”

Monsoon nodded and began to tell her story with her friend.