They all have a dream-the children in the Lama Temple Youth Hostel

At the end of the trip, everything was simple. The Yonghegong Youth Hostel in Beijing is by far my favorite youth hostel, and there is no other one. The fun thing is that there are often all kinds of people in it: people looking for financing, people looking for jobs, people traveling... with their own goals;IT programmers, pharmaceutical sales representatives, personnel recruiters, directors... you can imagine a variety of occupations, as well as those born in the 1970s, 80s, and 900s... all the eras that lived parallel lives with you. Every night, everyone sits cross-legged in the hall, watching TV, playing billiards, eating, and chatting. It's like a small theater, with wonderful plots taking turns. One day, the Empress Dowager said to me, Do you want to learn English? I could talk to the Israeli more that night. I thought to myself, I like handsome guys, and I must have a long talk with the tallest and most handsome guy. Of course, I also like the atmosphere of Beijing, the endless cultural stories, the crowded food shops, and the wandering singers singing original songs on the streets.

In the one month after I returned from Xinjiang, I went to Beijing three times in a row, and of course it was not entirely for the young handsome guys in the Lama Temple Youth Hostel. The first time I hurried back to Shanghai due to work in the middle of the tour. The second time I was so tired that I decisively gave up the tour while working and playing. The third time was to welcome Peter's arrival. I forgot how many times I met Chen Chong in Beijing were in Beijing. It seemed that we went to the Summer Palace separately and went to have a fun together. As a result, that was the fourth time we met on the road.

The majestic Forbidden City

Perhaps due to the summer vacation, the Great Wall was crowded with people

The Divine Road, after this section, you can reach the Ming Tombs

The building in Yuanmingyuan was destroyed by a fire from the Eight-Power Allied Forces

The cutest age difference--Peter Lancarster Hisadaka

When I went to Beijing for the second time, I worked for three days at a Swiss company at an exhibition in Beijing, saved enough money and continued on the road. I took a train from Beijing to Datong, walked through Xuankong Temple, passed the wooden pagoda in Ying County, then went to Yungang Grottoes, and finally took root in a youth hostel in Datong. Maybe it was my innate sense of racial difference. I didn't like rooms with many foreigners, so I ran to the lobby to check my mobile phone that day. A Guangdong girl took the initiative to talk to me, and we chatted for a while. The content was probably where we had been before and where we were going next. There is also a boy named Yang Yang writing in front of the computer, which is similar to travel notes. At a glance, there were only the three of us in the entire hall. From time to time, we would exchange tomorrow's itineraries and discuss whether to take a stop together. When we were chatting very late, a foreign boy suddenly rushed in and sat across from our sofa. His skin was very white, his nose was high, and his eyes were beautiful, but they were different from the face of a standard Westerner. Your presence lit up the entire hall. You asked us if we had ketchup, but the Cantonese girl and I couldn't understand the English word at all. In the end, Yang Yang told you that you could get it at McDonald's. He saw that you were drunk, so he suggested helping you get it. Maybe it was alcohol, but you refused to agree, and then the two of them disappeared from our sight together. I see you again, happily eating a hamburger covered in ketchup in the living room. The Guangdong girl was beaming with me and describing your story. She said, you and your father were so cool. First, they went to Outer Mongolia, and then they got into a black car there and drove you to an unknown place in Inner Mongolia. Then, you didn't want to stay in Inner Mongolia for a moment. You looked at the map and found that Datong was closest to your place, so you came to Datong... It turned out that our meeting was caused by this. It was a speechless experience.

Wooden Pagoda in Ying County

xuankong temple

yungang grottoes

Yang Yang's English is good and he is said to have graduated from graduate school. But as a junior college student, I really can't imagine that after more than ten years of studying hard to graduate school, I will have to spend the rest of my life traveling around and wandering around by working as an inn receptionist. The Guangdong girl and I both felt tired listening to your speech, but we really wanted to chat with the handsome guy, so we called Yang Yang over and asked him to sit in the middle as a translator to give full play to the expertise of a graduate student. Talking alone is probably not enough to reflect the establishment of Sino-US friendship. You stood up and said you wanted to help Yang Yang, saying that your mother taught you that if others helped you, you had to help others. Yang Yang said, it doesn't matter, he doesn't need help now. As a result, you have already stood in front of Yang Yang's computer talking to yourself and deleted all his travel notes. What a good way to help others, haha. Yang Yang's expression fully interprets the idiom wanting to cry without tears to the extreme. As for that Guangdong girl and I, in order to expand a better Sino-US friendship, we tried to ask you if we would like to go to Datong Tulin with us tomorrow? You went into the house and asked your father, and immediately said readily, okay. But the next day, he was faced with endless calls. Dream teenager in Seattle, USA, how much Chinese wine did you drink last night?...

The road in front of the earthen forest

There is a river that divides the earthen forest into two sides

Datong soil forest, different geomorphological characteristics

The flowers in front of the earthen forest are blooming

The beauty of Datong's earthen forests completely exceeded the imagination of the three of us, and there were few tourists. We climbed and danced there like a group of wild children. It was the afternoon when the sun was about to set when we returned to the inn. You didn't go out all day and still sat on the sofa in the living room in a trance. Yang Yang very kindly invited you to go to the city wall to have a look, and you readily agreed. This time, the Guangdong girl said that she had already been there and would not be with us. I belong to the type who has been far away before I was moved, and I was secretly happy that I finally had an opportunity to travel with a handsome guy. The city wall of Datong is very large, which reminds me of the labyrinth in the 1998 Immortal Sword. I often can't find the end after walking the road I have come. There are several times when I mistakenly think that there is no way to return to the original main road. Yang Yang introduced you to China, Shanxi and Datong, but I often told jokes that could not be translated, which made Yang Yang laugh and cry. This series of dialogues constantly drew on the profoundness of the Chinese language. Peter said that as an exchange student, he had studied at Yunnan University for a semester, so he could speak some simple Chinese. Perhaps this is the source of the intersection of our thoughts. On the city wall, you speak English, I speak Chinese, and Yang Yang takes both Chinese and English, so Yang Yang always walks in the middle. Suddenly, I feel great to have Yang Yang here. English is the real bridge for human communication. I said, Yang Yang, you are a Chinese graduate student. Don't run around if you have nothing to do. All kinds of good jobs will come in. Yang Yang said that he likes his current life. He just walks around like this, and his parents can't help him on a blind date. I asked in surprise, why? Yang Yang said that he actually only likes boys. He is Gay, but he has no way to tell his family. Sure enough, travel makes people unable to understand many things, but also makes people understand many things.

Entrance to Datong City Wall

Datong City Wall, the city wall is very long and big

After returning from the city wall, I planned to take the train to Pingyao the next day. Yang Yang said that he would stay in Datong for a few days. You said that you and your father were going to Pingyao. Out of friendship to foreigners, I tried to ask you if you had made a reservation for accommodation in Pingyao. You say yes while opening the email to confirm, but the result is completely opposite. I said, I live in Yamen Youth Travel Service. Do I want to make a reservation for you? You smiled and said, OK, this is the accommodation you originally wanted to book. In fact, many foreign travelers are much simpler than Chinese people and don't pay much attention to it. This is why foreigners can always be seen in many youth hostels in China. In subsequent conversations, I found that as long as Yang Yang was around, I could get along easily with you, but deep down, I was still not used to getting along with foreigners, just like I had never agreed that Beckham was a handsome guy. I just thought that booking accommodation was my last friendship with you. Later, I discovered to my horror that we were actually on the same train. At this moment, this thing that the world calls "fate" makes me unhappy. You said, wait for me at the exit after getting off the train. That smile was very beautiful, and I suddenly lost all resistance to you. Well, it seems that this friendship will not last for a while.

It took more than seven hours to travel by train from Datong to Pingyao. I opened my hazy eyes again at 6 a.m., hoping that when I woke up, you would forget me completely, but when I left the station, I would see you and your father again. figure. I called a small tricycle to take us to our place and checked in each other. I was assigned to a small room with no bathroom. Silently, I expressed dissatisfaction with my accommodation environment. So, I discussed with my boss about changing the room, and he happily arranged for me to have another bed with a bathroom. However, what also shocked me was that a pair of beautiful eyes appeared inside this door again. It turns out that your bed is next to me. Pingyao's Yamen Youth Hostel has completely integrated the management model of foreigners. All the multi-bed rooms are mixed beds, which makes me return to silence again... After washing up, you suggested going out for a walk together. Having difficulties in English communication, I reluctantly agreed. Rishengchang, Qingxuguan, Shuanglin Temple, Dianjiangtai explained the definition of the escort agency and the compound in very stiff Chinese English all the way.

Interior view of Yamen Youth Hostel

Favorite tatami window in youth travel

The breakfast served in the youth hostel is my favorite

Pingyao ancient city

Looking back many years later, I still seem to like the section of Pingyao City Wall very much. The sun sets in the west and the city wall is covered with red afterglow. There were no tourists around except us. You and your father looked at the bronze statue and talked about Chinese culture, while I was looking for light to take photos. Then, we went down the city wall to a nearby restaurant for dinner. Wantuo, Pingyao beef, naked oats noodle and vegetable sauce, vanilla meat, long yam... The dishes were not large but the taste was exceptionally good. The white wine was bought and secretly brought in. After tasting all kinds of Pingyao dishes, we found a bar to continue drinking. You said that your father likes to drink, so you will drink with your father. Then he said to me, you can order a drink you like. Alcohol is really a magical thing. In fact, my English is really bad, but I found that after drinking it, I could understand every word you said. You are afraid that your father will get drunk and drink a lot of white wine. When we were out of the bar, your father pleaded that he still wanted to drink, so he hurried away alone. Although he was worried that he would get lost, he had long been nowhere to be found. Back at the inn, you continued to read the comic book "Naruto" in the lobby, while I sat next to me charging my mobile phone, chatting leisurely with you about the twelve zodiac signs, birth characters, palmistry and other very Chinese-style culture. You also told me about your family, your Japanese mother and American father, as well as your beautiful sister and handsome brother. These conversations finally solved the mystery of your non-standard European and American face. When you looked at me again with those beautiful eyes, you no longer felt unfamiliar. Your kiss came so suddenly that the temperature of my face suddenly became hot, and my whole body stiffly said, Well, are you tired? I'm going back to bed. Good night. It turns out that some people are born deficient in the field of expression at critical moments, such as me, although I know that Yang Yang once told me that you secretly told him when you first saw me that the girl opposite you was very Sexy. Thinking back to the first time I saw you, it was more than a surprise. Perhaps, on the road, the most beautiful scenery is just love at first sight. Like it means I think you are the most beautiful person in the world.

Sunset on the city wall

Night view of Pingyao Ancient City

Pingyao Winery

Gucheng Escort Bureau

Gucheng Courtyard

Pingyao's last day seemed to come a little early. You asked me, where should I go after leaving Pingyao? I said, I went to Jiexiu to visit the Wang Family Courtyard, and then went to Linfen to see the Hukou Waterfall. I asked if you wanted to come with me? You said you wanted to discuss it with your father. In the end, you followed me to Jiexiu and Linfen, but I didn't follow you to Shaolin Temple. I found that I always miss the ball at critical times. To this day, I still can't understand why I didn't leave more time for each other when I had a lot of time to wander around. Is it just because your passport says you were born in 1992??? Before going to the railway station in Jiexiu, it began to drizzle. This was the first rain since I wandered away for 75 days. Peter's father enthusiastically took out a huge shopping bag from his bag and helped me cover my suitcase. He also dug a hole in the plastic bag so that the lever could stick out its head and retract freely. After doing all this late, your father smiled at me. I was deeply moved by this American-style fatherly love. Jiexiu is a small town that few foreigners visit, so the restaurant owner here was particularly enthusiastic when he saw us. He ordered 3 portions of noodle soup but sent us a lot of small dishes. As for the time, I described the Wang Family Courtyard to Peter like this: A man surrounded Wang,his villa,haha. On the night we left the Wang Family Courtyard and arrived in Linfen, we went to a restaurant to drink again. You and I sat side by side, your father sat opposite you, telling all kinds of interesting jokes together. You kept holding my hand during dinner. Even after leaving the restaurant, you had no intention of letting go of my hand. Your father walked next to us in a good mood and smiled generously. This is really a different American culture. Late at night, walking on Linfen Street, where no one knew me, I suddenly felt proud of the Chinese aunt's victory over American youth, the Chinese aunt's victory over American youth... Okay, okay, it was actually just a simple sense of happiness. Whenever I look at you quietly beside you, I think your facial features are so beautiful. I can't help but touch them for a long time, feeling that they are a bit similar to the various plaster portraits I painted when I was studying art.

The gate of the Wang Family Courtyard

The attraction is full of roofs, so you can imagine how big the Wang Family Courtyard is

Unfortunately, it was raining in the sky and there was no way to take a good panoramic view of it