That's not a coincidence, that might be a coincidence. I met her in just a coincidence. This is how the story goes...
I like travel, alone! There's nothing much can be told about that, I like loneliness, peacefulness and calm. Instead of wasting your time to wait for your companions to prepare, nagging around your ears, complaining to the foods, the ordeal of trekking and anything, travel alone could be the better choice among the rest. However, the problem is, you're always ALONE. Somebody questions me how can I enjoy the loneliness during the "lonely journey", the answer would always be definitely YES. Ever since, the unhappy experience with my ex-.., ok, finally the truth is going to be unveiled. Ever since the hardship travelled with my ex-girlfriend, I found that sometimes, I couldn’t just find out a person who can think exactly what I think, to experience what I experience that against all odds. Until the appearance of her…
What a sunny day, and I was alone walking on the street. The street was full of the heritage of the old-fashion pre-war shop-lots and temples aligned along the road. I was holding my camera busily to catch the precious pictures of all the shop-lots and some traditional foods sold in the stalls along the roadside. I was exhausted under the sunlight, that made everyone came near to the stall to sell soft drinks, and so I. Taking a big gulp of cold soft drinks under the hot sunlight could refresh my mind. Looking at the old-fashion Chinese temples from a variety of China provinces about centuries ago, I was like being brought to the time machine to travel to the past and seeing the hawkers and by-passers in the colonial age. I wondered no girl could ever think of that to look back to how our forefathers lived centuries ago and come to pay a visit of this century-old street, the best example would be my ex-girlfriend. Quarrels, complaints, and endless grudge about how could I come to this boring place instead of some other more exciting hotspots and shopping malls, complaining the old-fashion street and temples had no attraction at all except antique would come pay a visit, and the tiring walking from street to street that her feet could have killed her. Disappointed while frustrated, I finally found that I was somewhat destined to travel alone.
“Hello….can you hear me? Hello….I….am…..here!” a sound came from behind.
That’s a girl’s voice, an absolutely sweet and resonant voice on the line with back turned to my side. Long and beautiful hair with white colour vest and pant. It’s the most common attire under the sunny day.
“Hello…can you hear me? Am I having a poor connection? Would you come?”
She spoke aloud to answer her call but nobody pay attention to her as the street was noisy all the time. Finished the last drop of my soft drink, I was about to carry on my “lonely journey”. At that very moment, she turned back to me. A pretty, young and fair girl with sweet voice was looking at me, I was stopped by her glamour in my first glance. She put down her handphone like it’d just ran out of battery, looking left and right, she finally looked at me. I didn’t know what made me turn my eyes to other side in the first connection with her eyes. That’s a strange feeling like I was shocked by a lightning.
(to be continued)
I like travel, alone! There's nothing much can be told about that, I like loneliness, peacefulness and calm. Instead of wasting your time to wait for your companions to prepare, nagging around your ears, complaining to the foods, the ordeal of trekking and anything, travel alone could be the better choice among the rest. However, the problem is, you're always ALONE. Somebody questions me how can I enjoy the loneliness during the "lonely journey", the answer would always be definitely YES. Ever since, the unhappy experience with my ex-.., ok, finally the truth is going to be unveiled. Ever since the hardship travelled with my ex-girlfriend, I found that sometimes, I couldn’t just find out a person who can think exactly what I think, to experience what I experience that against all odds. Until the appearance of her…
What a sunny day, and I was alone walking on the street. The street was full of the heritage of the old-fashion pre-war shop-lots and temples aligned along the road. I was holding my camera busily to catch the precious pictures of all the shop-lots and some traditional foods sold in the stalls along the roadside. I was exhausted under the sunlight, that made everyone came near to the stall to sell soft drinks, and so I. Taking a big gulp of cold soft drinks under the hot sunlight could refresh my mind. Looking at the old-fashion Chinese temples from a variety of China provinces about centuries ago, I was like being brought to the time machine to travel to the past and seeing the hawkers and by-passers in the colonial age. I wondered no girl could ever think of that to look back to how our forefathers lived centuries ago and come to pay a visit of this century-old street, the best example would be my ex-girlfriend. Quarrels, complaints, and endless grudge about how could I come to this boring place instead of some other more exciting hotspots and shopping malls, complaining the old-fashion street and temples had no attraction at all except antique would come pay a visit, and the tiring walking from street to street that her feet could have killed her. Disappointed while frustrated, I finally found that I was somewhat destined to travel alone.
“Hello….can you hear me? Hello….I….am…..here!” a sound came from behind.
That’s a girl’s voice, an absolutely sweet and resonant voice on the line with back turned to my side. Long and beautiful hair with white colour vest and pant. It’s the most common attire under the sunny day.
“Hello…can you hear me? Am I having a poor connection? Would you come?”
She spoke aloud to answer her call but nobody pay attention to her as the street was noisy all the time. Finished the last drop of my soft drink, I was about to carry on my “lonely journey”. At that very moment, she turned back to me. A pretty, young and fair girl with sweet voice was looking at me, I was stopped by her glamour in my first glance. She put down her handphone like it’d just ran out of battery, looking left and right, she finally looked at me. I didn’t know what made me turn my eyes to other side in the first connection with her eyes. That’s a strange feeling like I was shocked by a lightning.
(to be continued)
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