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Night Journey

People are like rice and steel. Even though they ate a lot of pineapples in the fields, they still couldn't offset the hunger of not eating for three meals. My colleague who was doing a live broadcast for the first time was just over the excitement and shouted that he must have some hot meals to solve the problem of food and clothing. The car exited the expressway from the Chengmai intersection. This is the hometown of longevity in China. Under the cover of night, the branches and leaves of ancient trees surround each other, forming a dense wall. The occasional light shines through the quiet ancient villages, and the sparse and fast cars along the way.

People are like rice and steel. Even though they ate a lot of pineapples in the fields, they still couldn't offset the hunger of not eating for three meals. My colleague who was doing a live broadcast for the first time was just over the excitement and shouted that he must have some hot meals to solve the problem of food and clothing. The car exited the expressway from the Chengmai intersection. This is the hometown of longevity in China. Under the cover of night, the branches and leaves of ancient trees surround each other, forming a dense wall. The occasional lights shine through, reflecting the quiet ancient villages, and the sparse cars passing by at high speed along the way.

Disappointment is always inevitable. Two pairs of searchlight-like eyes were wandering among the colorful store signs, but there was no sign of the restaurant opening. The wind coming in through the mask did not filter out the smell of oil fumes. Just at the moment when I thought I was unlucky, I saw the big sign of KFC. I finally discovered that when people encounter surprises, the heart is always the first to feel it.

There were many consumers waiting to be packaged in the store. They ordered a few set meals and waited patiently. It was better to have something than nothing. A lot of food was like wrapped pineapples. He couldn't care about that much and wolfed it down. When he looked up, he was not interested in the food. He ordered a coffee and sipped it. Oh my God!

Lao Wang, a very Chinese imaginative name, is a fellow from the northwest. He is used to eating ramen and noodles from the north, and is naturally averse to these fried foods. After a gust of wind and lingering clouds, we hit the road.

Driving on National Highway 225, the brightness of our car lights can attract fireflies. The lights of the cars passing in the opposite direction are so dazzling that Lao Wang curses his mother. We turn a corner and enter a new world.

In Fushan Town, the hotels have flashing neon lights, the streets are brightly lit, and people of all colors enjoy a comfortable life. Next to the tricycle on the corner, several people were tasting fruit. In the mobile phone store, some people were choosing at the counter. On the sidewalk, pedestrians were walking leisurely, looking for restaurants with thousands of Baidu. They opened in dimly lit places every now and then. I was envious! A group of people crossed their legs and picked toothpicks there. Lao Wang and I silently accelerated the speed of driving.

Machine-translated from the Chinese original 夜行记 (published 2020-03-12). WeChat original ↗