On an impulse, I opened my QQ space which had about 168 photo albums. During these years, I’ve developed a habit of organizing photos after each wander. First, I would back up my photos to a hard disk, compressed the images and then uploaded them to my QQ space. Gradually, it now has 15,000 photos. For each one is a trip in time, representing a story. Each picture carries the details of life, which brings a lot of feelings to me. Time stops for no one. Roaming and rolling over the long river of memories, the youth was once again alive. A bit of nostalgia can reach your heart with no feelings of distance.

Picking up the lost lights and putting on the headphone, I closed my eyes. Time has changed many things. A young man whose face was familiar to me, said that I looked scary when I was angry as he laughed in an unbridled way. When I saw the picture, however, the pixel of it was less than complimentary. The half-naked young with a stout figure in it made me feel that time had frozen. The friendship between young men is as pure as instant noodles, not only convenient but also versatile. They can go to the washing room together, look at beautiful girls while shopping, watch films and eat roast chicken sold at Carrefour while having instant noodles when poor. They can bicker with each other when they are bored.

One the day of arriving in Beijing, looking at the northern cuisine, we two stared at each other. Politely, we took a few bites but we left right away. We decided to taste everything in the school canteen and find out simple and also delicious food. At the beginning of the month, when we got our living expenses, we would have a major blowout. After the first week, we stared at each other unseeingly and went downstairs to buy a carton of instant noodles, making up our mind to spend money reasonably the next month. Sometimes the young man wandered about in the underground supermarket and would like a bottle of coke. He just wanted better quality but low-price coke and only Coca-Cola meets his taste. At that time, I thought this man was a little offbeat. We would get together, staring at the computer screen and watching the Taiwan rock concert downloaded a long time ago while scoring off and laughing at each other. We were at the age of making choices. Playing the role of adults, young men expressed their opinions about life and penetrating judgment. Our friendship has lasted for a long time and we can still feel it until now.

One year, the writer Rascal Cai had his new book. We glared at each other over the book 《Peacock and Forest》.

「When can you finish reading?」

『Just wait.』

『Have you finished reading that book?』

『Not yet.』

「When can you finish?」

『I don’t know.』

A sentimental book accompanied two single men.

「What would you do if you win the lottery of 5 million?」

『Going to the South Pole.』

「And then what?」

『Coming back alive.』

「。。。」

Since then, the personal signature was changed.

Staying here for over half a month, the quiet streets of this city were quite unique in sight. It comes to mind gradually that the words I wrote down were so unconstraint that I don’t know who I really am. Am I a rascal? Am I showing my true colors and what do I love about myself? Everything pasts like a blink of an eye. But I still got fascinated about one good day.

Putting on my helmet, wearing a mask and plugging in headphones, I was riding my motorcycle on Highway 228. The air was so refreshing and it was drizzling. There were a few visitors and fantastic meetings happened. Through the headphones, 《Last Dance》, a song lost on the Side B of a cassette was so fascinating that I couldn’t help listening to again and again.

“

Therefore, you closed your eyes temporarily,

My hopes floating in the darkness,

A clam face reflects beautiful colors,

“

END

2020/02/02

Highway 228