Let me start from my first visit to Dalian, China.

In my mind flashed a gray sky. There is an underground area at Shenyang North Station in China. At that time,That year we went to Dandong. A relative is a cadre in Dandong. The quilt at his home is hard. It is said to be starched. It rubs like bark, protruding; stiff. It is also like being wrapped in a cardboard box.One late night, I looked at the green train in the distance under the bridge. Through the light, each compartment reflected the behaviors of different people at the same time. I thought, I want to take the train and go far away. But where is the distance? What is the distance? What does the distance represent? My understanding at that time should be to escape from home, escape from restraint, escape from the amount of shampoo used, and escape from the bathroom that cannot be locked. This is also my love for the bathroom. It is to be free. Just freedom. True freedom does not exist in my class. This is what I learned later when I had so-called vision.I just thought, go to different cities, make a living by working, and see different lives and experiences.

Time is almost up. Ticket check. There is no one in my seat. The red down jacket is by Yabaobao. Its length can cover the knees. From a distance, it looks like a still red maggot. Looking out of the window. The scenery flashes frame by frame. I don't know. I have no plan. Where in Dalian will I go and what will I do?

Or simply take a look at the sea water and think. Some warm current surges into my lower body. When I get up and come out of the bathroom, I see some colluding hairs on the shiny scalp in the distance. Feeling displeased, I return to my seat and say to the man with colluding hairs, "This is my seat!"

He said to me, he wants to find an empty seat.

This type of opposite sex is not my cup of tea. I continue to look into the distance. In my memory, the scenery flies away before it can come into view and cannot be grasped.

I saw with my peripheral vision that this man put the bag beside him on the small table. The zipper slowly moves along the zipper. The luster of the zipper shines and flashes by like the distant scenery. While eating bread, he asked me, "Are you alone?"

I said yes. He asked where are you going? And took another bite of bread. It seems that he is taking my story as energy.

I said, "To Dalian."

After a swallowing action, he unscrewed the bottle cap and said to me at the same time, "Where in Dalian are you going and what are you doing? I see you are a student."

At that time, all I had in my heart was to escape and I didn't make a plan. Maybe I want to say a few words to the waves in the tide, or shout a few times, to let the sea know that there is a girl as turbulent as it. Or go bungee jumping at Tiger Beach to pour out the depression in my heart.

I changed the subject and asked him, "Are you going to Dalian to do business?"

He raised his head, his left eyelid lifted up and showed the white of his eye and looked at me.

He said, "I do business in Shenyang and my home is in Dalian."

He asked me with great interest, how can you tell?

I said, "Just like you know I am a student."

Because it's strange. Thin lips, protruding lips, unseeing teeth telling. The store makes a profit of 10,000 yuan per month. There are three shopping guides. Clothes are always lost.

The scenery quickly flies away. I can only look back in the opposite direction and try to extend the current scenery. I said softly, "Install a camera in the eyes of the clothes model on you."

A slight glimmer flashed in his reddened eyes. The corner of his mouth rose and then fell.

He said, "You are not a student?!"

People are surging. Gradually line up. Snake skin bags. People with toes clamped in slippers are moving forward slightly. People coming out from under the seat. Noisy, joyous, expressionless, large and small, all kinds of people. Old men with deep wrinkles that are hard to fill. Young people with deep wrinkles on their foreheads. Women with children. Couples exchanging glances. Young people on tiptoe looking around.

I said softly, "I am a student. Just looking at Dalian."

After getting out of the station, there is a passage that gets wider and brighter as one walks. This man looks back at me and says, "Don't be angry with your family. Go home quickly." This man looks back at me and says, "Don't be angry with your family. Go home quickly." I remained silent and walked forward all the way. He stopped, turned his head and said to me, "Don't follow me." His hands were bent back and forth, gesturing for me to go home. Then he quickly disappeared into the crowd. In any case, he left a deep memory on me. Because even if I can't eat the fragrant meat, I still want to smell it. But he didn't even look. Could he be gay? Hahaha.

After getting out of the station and seeing the crowd gradually thinning out, I walked into the nearby fast food restaurant. There was no surging in my heart like the crowd. I lifted the backpack straps with both hands. I calmed down and watched the crowd gradually decrease. Through the glass window, there is an extended commercial street with various commodities and all kinds of hawking. As if just by looking at their faces, one can know how much they weigh. Novel styles. If it's not trendy, don't spend money. Open the pre-made travel guide and start the bus journey to the sea. Hahaha.

Sitting in a window seat on the bus. The buses in Dalian are relatively refined.

There is a slope. Climbing slowly. It's steeper than Panjin. Vroom vroom. Suddenly it stops on a slope. The driver sticks his head and upper body out. A stream of cute words about oysters bursts out. Gibberish. Then with a sudden burst of accelerator, it leaves behind its glory. Some people say that by smelling the smell, one can tell if it is someone they like. Whether I like it or not, I don't know. I only know that I don't like this smell! The smell of armpits! Looking out of the window all the way, I was faintly stimulated by a sour and stinky smell. Then faintly again and then stimulated again. Because there are many people and the inertia of the vehicle moving forward, this man's armpit also moves back and forth. Along with the stimulation to my sense of smell, I turned my head to look. The visual impact hit my eyes. The messy and wild armpit hair, with the close ones being large and the distant ones being small, is flowing with hormonal sweat. No matter how handsome this guy is at this moment, I can't stand it! At a corner, as a girl who unexpectedly tasted the DNA of a male's armpit hair once! Really unforgettable! There should really be a perfume called "Underarm" and it will go global from now on. The sea, oh the sea. A fishy smell. The bald rocks are rounded by the wet kiss of the sea water. Stepping on the sand, there is a slight sound of grinding the soles. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, making the alveoli bulge. Raising the chest cavity. The whole person extends upward. Finally, raising the chin and nose until the head shakes slightly because I can't hold my breath anymore. Then it pours out. With a puffing sound, I open my eyes. The sound of the sea. Wave after wave. It is my conversation with the sea. The flow of my heart is sizzling. In just one minute, my stomach is extremely hungry and growling. I can't remember the name of the steamed buns. They are fragrant and steaming hot. The boss is a woman with big waves