[A Brief Account of My Trip to Beijing]

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I arrived in Beijing at 5:10 PM on the first day . The sky was a nostalgic blue. Standing there waiting for the airport bus, I kept looking up through the gaps between the buildings and the overpasses, gazing at that azure expanse through the sparse clouds.

This city hadn't completely lost touch with me.

The airport bus was so hard to catch. I looked at the clouds and the sky, while reminiscing about the little things that happened on the plane… When that man finally took out his phone and asked me to enter my number, I was so startled that I shook my head repeatedly, not daring to look at him, only holding my camera and looking out the window, trying to hide my embarrassment… Thinking that all of this was caused by me, and yet I handled it so casually, what was he thinking?

Ha. Those originally unbearable four-plus hours were resolved by my boldness. For him, perhaps it was a beautiful but short journey.

When the bus finally arrived, I sat in the last row, with a high view.

Looking out the window, I saw familiar poplar trees, standing straight in rows. There were early summer flowers, which were also more vibrant, much more beautiful than in winter.

When we arrived at Xidan, I took a taxi directly to the vicinity of Baiyun Temple.

Familiar days flowed slowly among the roadside trees and shops.

He texted to say hello and asked if we had a chance to meet. I thought of his spirited appearance and felt relieved. I replied that I was short on time. Z said he would treat me to dinner. I said I wanted to eat at Yibai Restaurant. He said it was too far and he was afraid to drive since his car accident. I said never mind. Maybe he was thinking of suggesting I take a taxi. W said he wanted to meet me and had admired me for a long time. But I felt that the distance was not suitable to break the barrier. I simply said that my schedule was tight and didn't reply. S said he could be my driver if needed. I thanked him, but I didn't need him for business at the moment, and we were complete strangers. I didn't want to trouble him too much. X asked about my situation in Beijing several times, showing concern. L even started to express his concern via text message. Y also unusually cared about me, saying he was afraid that I, a woman, would be bullied... Ha.

My dear has been arranging every little thing for me. Where to get off the bus, how to take a taxi, which side of the road to take—he would give me detailed instructions.

And he will be someone I look forward to and will never forget.

In the evening, I went to Qin Tang Fu for a hometown meal and ate until I was stuffed.

Then I chatted online... I've never felt so relaxed before; I could actually concentrate on chatting.

This small place has security cameras, so I left them on, and my dear and I looked at each other without saying a word.

We chatted so relaxedly, and he teased me about my deep cleavage... It seems like the pre-meeting preparations were almost overdone, haha.

Around midnight, lying in bed, I told my dear about my on-air adventure, haha, and he found it interesting too; before going to sleep, L called and shared his experience of being harassed on a bus years ago... Interesting, interesting.

Because of something, I didn't sleep well all night.

At home, I'm too vulnerable; I feel helpless and cry, and I don't want to do anything. But when I'm out, it's like there's no soft space to contain myself, so I'm still quite strong.

I got up at seven in the morning, had breakfast downstairs, checked out of the hotel with my things, withdrew some money, and asked my dear how to get to my destination. He told me which side of which intersection to take a taxi. But I'm such a fool! Seeing so few taxis turning right, and all of them already occupied, I panicked and hopped into a straight-going taxi…

a detour, huh? He laughed at me on the phone.

But luckily, I chose a route that wasn't congested, even during rush hour! It only cost me a little over twenty yuan to get to my destination. And I still had more than half an hour before work. So I walked to a nearby company to pick up some documents.

Walking into the courtyard, I saw a big magpie! Hehe, I was in a super good mood. That's one good thing about Beijing—you can run into magpies as soon as you step outside, and in winter you're more likely to see crows… It felt like a good omen, so I relaxed.

I got the documents smoothly, paid the necessary fees, and then slowly went to find the person.

Things went relatively smoothly, except I dropped my phone in the elevator, breaking it in two. But my companion helped me put it back together, and it still worked!

He drove me to the outskirts of the Fifth Ring Road and then met up with the person I needed to meet.

This person was a quiet one, but I could feel his thoughtfulness and kindness. I was very grateful for his company and help.

The afternoon passed peacefully and pleasantly.

He drives well, very smoothly, I like it.

He gave me a ride to the airport because I had to pick someone up.

A little after 7:40, I finally saw him walking towards me with his suitcase, smiling. He was wearing a nice outfit, the color of which I liked.

We took a taxi back to the city together.

Unfortunately, I was so bored while waiting for him at the airport that I ordered some fried rice and ate some myself, thinking he might eat on the plane, so there was no need to have a proper dinner… But he said he'd been hungry because he was thinking about having dinner with me… Haha.

The evening was beautiful and enchanting.

I was especially touched that he used a hairdryer to dry my wet hair, preventing water droplets from falling on my bare shoulders…

I was also touched by the vivid and thoughtful gift he gave me, haha, the first time I'd ever received

such a gift. Being pampered and genuinely cared for by him filled my heart with indescribable happiness.

I didn't sleep in.

I didn't get up either.

Chatting and fussing coexisted.

Around 9:00, we had breakfast together.

Looking down at the traffic on the street… green and yellow taxis, quaint courtyards… him across from me, quietly and truly present.

I had a good appetite.

Back in the room, I sat on his lap… and the two of us squeezed onto a sofa… time stood still, almost eternal.

Around 1 PM, I met two editors. The boy kept calling me "sister," so sweetly. The meeting went well, giving me hope, painting a huge picture of my future… I saw them to the elevator before returning to the room.

Again, we snuggled together.

At 6 PM, we left for the airport. He was worried I was cold, so he took out his shirt and put it on me, saying, "It looks like your clothes, very nice." I looked at the mirror in the elevator and felt the same way…

We held hands all the way, talking about things unrelated to parting.

I won't go into details, but by a stroke of luck, we waited for each other at the airport for three and a half hours.

Finally, it was time to say goodbye.

I don't know why, but the moment the plane took off, I suddenly felt that this city wasn't like Beijing, but like a beautiful box containing a beautiful story… And so, I placed that box in the night and left alone.

Beijing has given me another memory.

I got home around 2 a.m., but I wasn't tired.

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