Meng Yun regretted it.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was nailed to the sky, and there was no sign of falling.

The red glows in the west rolled, like the forests were on fire.

Luxi Town is located halfway up the mountain, with a dilapidated cement road running through it. A few low brick buildings of unknown age are stalked along the road. The door panels are old and mottled, with plastic signs such as "rice, grain, oil,", "xinxin haircut", and "seed fertilizer".

There is a "convenience supermarket" at the end of the street, which is neither convenient nor supermarket. The store only collects cash and does not know what mobile payment is. An hour ago, Meng Yun went in and took a walk around, and then missed Luo Sen downstairs.

Meng Yun set out this morning, flew from Shanghai Hongqiao to Kunming Changshui for three and a half hours;

From Kunming to Dizhou, the high-speed rail is two hours;

From the capital of the state to Ruoyang County, the green car is one hour;

From Ruoyang County to Luxi Town, the minibus is half an hour and the horse-drawn carriage is half an hour.

Meng Yun was riding on a carriage for the first time in his life.

A chestnut horse hangs a saddle and pulls a tent. The tent is narrow, and two benches are placed against the wall on both sides, and a dozen passengers and a native dog are stuffed.

Except for Meng Yun, the rest are locals wearing ethnic costumes.

The old man and the old lady were wrapped in a headscarf. The middle-aged woman had aged prematurely due to working and sunlight, so she could not tell the age.

The daily necessities purchased from the county are filled with small baskets and piled up in the middle of the carriage.

The wheels were bumping, and a basket of small pumpkins squeezed to Meng Yun's feet. She immediately retracted, but her shoes were still dirty.

The owner of the basket noticed it, so he quickly moved the basket away and said something. I don’t know if it was an Yunnan dialect or a national language, but Meng Yun couldn’t understand it.

The horse's hooves in front were swaying, the horse's butt twisted, the long ponytail swung, and the fly flew. Two puffs were pulled out of the base of the tail, and they were caught by the burlap bag hanging on the butt, steaming hot.

Meng Yun wore sunglasses and his cheeks were as bulging as puffer fish.

The i-coat looks very dull inside the tent.

She held the shaking box and swayed forward in a caravan filled with sweat, horse manure, fishy and vegetable smell.

After getting off the carriage, Meng Yun was dizzy and his feet were soft. When he stood firm, he saw the desolate appearance around him and thought he had arrived in Vietnam.

The destination of Qinglin Town is still a distance away from here, and it can be predicted that it is poorer and more broken.

This is where she will stay in the next three months.

I couldn't think about it for a moment and signed up for a teaching volunteer.

Now we cannot advance or retreat.

Just like her life these days.

She was really tired, so she took out a few tissues from her bag, placed them on the roadside steps, and called the number given to her by the head of the charity association - the person who was coming to pick her up was Chen.

Dou-Dou-Dou-

It sounded more than a dozen times, but no one answered.

Meng Yun felt bored and thought that the line was about to be disconnected, but he finally connected.

The wind sounded very loudly on the other end, rumbling, and she wanted to shave her ears.

The other party's voice was clear and deep, as if he could calm the wind, and he said, "Hey?"

Meng Yun asked: "Is it Mr. Chen?"

The other party said: "You... Meng Yun?"

Meng Yun said: "It's me. You are here to pick me up, right?"

The other party did not answer the conversation immediately and asked, "Have you arrived in Luxi?"

Meng Yun felt a bad premonition and said slowly: "I'm here."

The other party's tone gradually slowed down, and his voice became lighter, saying, "Sorry, I've been delayed by something here. Can you wait for me for a while?"

Meng Yun took a basin of cold water in his head, restrained it, and said in a cold voice: "How long will it take for a while?"

There was a moment of consideration and said, "Try to be within forty minutes."

"oh."

Meng Yun hung up the phone, buried his face in the palm of his hand, and his temples thrust straight.

At 5:20 pm, the sun slanted on the hill.

The heat accumulated on the cement floor for a whole day, and Meng Yun's sweat was evaporating.

Lin Yiyang's agent Yaling sent a message: "Did you arrive? (Dear)"

Meng Yun just wanted to reply to your mother, but his hands were rational: "I'm waiting for someone to pick me up."

Yaling didn't bother to interpret the implication of "waiting for someone to pick me up" and sent an OK emoji package.

The conversation ended.

The screen went out, Meng Yun saw from the black screen that he was sweating profusely and his mascara was almost flowing onto his face.

She took out a wet tissue, wiped her face clean, and did not forget to apply a thick layer of sun protection, and then drew her eyebrows.

I am bored while being bored, just put on makeup to relieve boredom.

She was applying mascara with her mouth open and saw two ethnic minorities in blue cloth shirts staring at her on the roadside.

After being discovered, the old lady felt embarrassed, and a wrinkled paper flower appeared on her face, and she hugged her silly grandson into the house.

There are no tourists in remote areas. Occasionally, a few locals passing by are curiously looking at them.

Meng Yun didn't care and passed the time by playing with his phone.

Unconsciously, I logged on to Weibo that I haven't logged on for a long time.

Her Weibo name is an irregular string of letters, and her followers and fans were once single digits (the number of fans increased some time ago).

There are no acquaintances on the account, except for Lin Yiyang's small trumpet - it is also a string of letters, but it is regular nytbrwsqnhs

"Meng Yun, if you don't make me angry for a day, you will die."

Meng Yun hasn't messed with him for two or three months.

Login successfully, a bunch of red dots.

She set up a Weibo message without reminding.

No need to see, I know it is a greeting from Lin Yiyang's fans.

She had thought about canceling it. But last month she was about to cancel it and found that this account had accumulated hundreds of Weibo posts, all of which were the little things about her secret relationship with him.

She was not as free and easy as she thought she was.

Today's Charity Night, the hot searches are very lively.

"Wang Yu's west back head shape"

"Zhang Qiushi's fishtail skirt in the sea blue starry sky"

...

"Lin Yiyang's gold-rimmed glasses"

Meng Yun hung his thumb on the screen, shook it twice, and ticked it.

Lin Yiyang's studio has issued a nine-cage grid with multiple angles and multiple shapes.

I have to say that he has a good skin.

All the comments were fans calling.

"Brother is so handsome!" 3.3w praises.

"I am praising Lin Yiyang the most unexplained now. Can I praise it until next year?" 3.1w praise.

"Welcome to follow Lin Yiyang's latest single "Timer". You are worthy of the first place in the xx music list!" 3.9w likes.

A series of likes and pictures are recommended, and they are very bored.

Suddenly, Meng Yun saw his name, a new comment that only 2 people liked it:

"Those two couples are really directed and acted by themselves by black fans? I reasonably suspect that it is true to post it! The translation of boys' squad is that if you don't make me angry for a day, you will die. This is probably Meng Yun, the lyricist at "Sea". He actually fell in love with his colleagues and behind-the-scenes producers in the company. Lin Yiyang is disappointing!"

Fanatica replied: "The studio has issued a statement, 'Single, hype.' Can't you understand? It's just that your opponent is making a fool! My brother has become more and more popular in recent years, and the songs have also begun to become popular. At this time, he has a scandal with the behind-the-scenes. You can't tell if you have such ulterior motives?"

"Hehe, that's not what you fans said when they asked the studio for the songs written by Meng Yun in the new album."

"Because her level has declined, the songs she wrote are unpleasant and not worthy. Just talk about the matter! Our "Timer" was created by Wu Sixian, the industry's top producer!"

Meng Yun put away his cell phone and looked around.

Opposite is a rice shop, an old lady is sitting on a small stool and eating peanuts, with shells spread all over the floor.

Several chickens pecked at the shell in vain.

The little calm as if dead, the ghostly old man came back from the field, carrying the ears of grain on his back, hunched his back, and gasped every step, and almost silently passed by Meng Yun.

Meng Yun seemed to be looking at them, but his eyes were filled with void.
To be continued...