"Bleaching the skin black - remember the days in Yangshuo"
Yan Nanfei
Her husband finally have a holiday break, because I have already availed of this year's annual leave, plus I have to go south for two consecutive weekend business trip, so I agree with him alone, some exile. Haha, her husband began to excitedly pulls out all the travel books and climb up online search, the great mountains and rivers and turned the country over the following months, finally decided to go to Yangshuo West Street to live, had been unrestrained life.
Sunday morning, he thus elatedly back luggage Kangshang tripod went to the airport south; at this moment and I am now a city from the south northward to prepare the airport to do. In meters altitude, Wolia did a spiritual crossroads, and exchanged greetings revolution. "Ah! Look to you, beautiful, small for gestational age of the" I'm at high altitude, not without envy thinking.
That evening, I was also surprised to receive text messages: "my wife is very hot here, but one person has got to mean, can you come? You can not come home I was prepared to bring forward."
Haha, this unpromising the big boys, I finally know how the Papa Bear of the death.
Heart has been instigated, to work on Monday with an unprecedented high efficiency of arrangements for a week's work and immediately leave the boss (the number of wage deduction love casual), immediately set ticket and immediately went home to pack his luggage. Immediately, I was like the wild geese go South, with vision and excitement, embarked on a southward journey ......
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Two river landing to Guilin airport, the sky began to drizzle, Xili Lek's. Wait a Guilin, I have exposure to a water-Lin Lin world. Guilin really nothing to look at, but the car left the city en route to Yangshuo, scene immediately surfaced, into the film the green fields of the conical mountain peaceful arched incessant, I also put out a comfortable position, half awake in with the gently rocking the car to relax with ... ...
Cell phone suddenly rang, is her husband: "I ride in the mountains take long lost, and also tired quickly collapsed, and estimated that evening something back to the hotel, cell phone fast no power, and you go to Yangshuo first find yourself a bar waiting for me." suddenly awakened by my remarks, began to fear: this fool today, so I do not honestly in the West, but also a person Xiapao What? Will the trouble? Will also find a back way? ? ?
In this way, in fear, I finally came to the famous Yangshuo West Street, Yangshuo here, fortunately, was not yet raining. West little narrow roadway Mimizaza shops lined on both sides because it was Tuesday afternoon, visitors rarely, to a foreigner everywhere idle presence.
To find her husband stayed in the International Youth Hostel, first luggage storage at the desk, then walks Street. West Street is much smaller than I imagined, a shop next to one, there is a cafe bar, there are craft shops, a hotel, to a short narrow West Yanyanshishi to wrapped around, and only the rise of the mercy of God can be seen farther. Choose a more spacious bar seated. Overhead fan breeze slowly brought the Blue Flower of the cloth to gently simple. Iced coffee and magazines swept away my fatigue from the journey, in the wonderful music, my body and mind began to relax, calm down ... slowly ...
Sat long, long time, her husband finally made a phone call, said to have returned to the hotel. I quickly Checkout leave and return to youth hostels, back under the guidance of luggage to find our waiter the room, one door, you see the husband slightly longer to flying with unruly hair, dark face pair of exhausted eyes, poor Xi Xi, looking at me, the original white limbs are like a glowing red like cooked shrimp, the. I can not help Liezui a music, said: "Gee, do you how these two days that self-torture啦, a quick all the Moyang up?"
In this way, this guy gone astray small family finally returned to the embrace of the revolution, and finally started the journey of two people's self-flagellation
Dancing in the rain
Yulong River is a tributary of the Lijiang River in Yangshuo are sitting bamboo raft drifting drift Yulong River. Husband day before to have been drifting off, this time it is ready to take me to drift some.
Rented a bike each morning, please also good boatman Ch'en. Ch'en, is very nice, but small rafts began stays can really be said of the old boatman. In Ch'en, under the leadership of the West will soon leave the noisy, we marched in the mountains and rice fields everywhere, between the countryside meandering asphalt peas anchovy, from time to time in the village street kids playing, but also arouses love is where the dogs, mostly light-colored Short-haired, slender posture freely middle of the road or even sitting on the roadside, a pair of Mei-Mei's eyes looked past leisurely rider. The village children to see the visitors will be greeted with enthusiasm: "Hello!", Innocent and lovely.
Riding to the village pier sun, the sky a lot of cloud cover. Ch'en, take a look at days, saying that can not drift as soon as heavy rain came, and advanced bar housing and so on. Sure enough, no more rain-soaked moment. Lasts more than 1 hours, heavy rain in the past, Jiusheng drizzle of. A team of water buffalo wade slowly from the off on the Bazi, the number of children began to play up the water jump.
Ch'en, say that such a day drifting more interesting. Haha, indeed, quietly sitting on a bamboo raft, watching faint Enpa waves, rain, the strands of rain drift breeze cheek is really very comfortable. All the way scenery is beautiful, her husband, sunny days come, you can very clearly seen in the calm water mountain, tree, bamboo rafts reflection. Think of my colleagues in the office busy at the moment looks like, and I already exposure to painting, can not help inner ecstasy.
Drifting over, on the very shore, the Ch'en our bikes to span from the bamboo rafts on the shore. Farewell Ch'en, Wolia along the rugged mountain ride to the West direction. I sang a happy side edge Dengju childhood songs, as if back to that carefree era.
Sky suddenly dark, and rain, the strands of rain drift into Yu Dianer threw hit the body, face, not a few minutes, the rain suddenly close up, wearing disposable raincoat may be that he did not serve the purpose. Her husband to wrap the camera is good, take a look at a more dreary days, said: "We have to hurry to ride the event of rain, under the more able to return even bigger trouble." This rugged mountain really long, the event is more tiring climbing, four weeks have not see any other person, only voice to be, and Woliangdengche the Feng Yusheng.
"My socks are wet, it is estimated that sneakers are finished. You?" The rain, I cried, "as early as soaked shoes. Clothes were wet," My husband went on to say: "In normal times, would like to get wet no less easy "
"Yes, I am particularly fun"
"Let's get to more intense storms more bar!!!"
"Ha Ha Ha Ha"
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Wind and the rain we shall be so happy with, your life to riding. To leave the mountain to the big road, the rain started small, and gradually light up the sky. Finally, in the rain completely stopped, we have successfully returned to the West. Also car and wife see Woliang La Tangji looks like a helter-skelter music could not help themselves.
Fortunately, in the youth hostels have self-service laundry room, I put both the wet clothes all thrown into the washing machine, put away laundry detergent and disinfectant, press the start button on the slippers and her husband to go outside and look for Tala touch sandals go. That the two pairs of wet N had accompanied us through many parts of the sneakers, this time had piteously, standing in the balcony corner, quietly calculating the date back to Beijing.
(To be continued...)
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