After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

hang up the phone.

Jiang Ye straddled the massive BMW GS motorcycle, put on his helmet, and fastened his goggles.

"boom--!"

The engine let out a deep, powerful roar.

Jiang Ye stepped into gear, released the clutch, and the motorcycle kicked up a light cloud of dust on the gravel beach before rejoining the winding provincial highway.

Continue the motorcycle trip.

Over the next few days, Jiang Ye completely emptied his mind.

He did not set any destination, nor did he plan any route.

Every morning when I wake up, I glance in the direction the sun is rising, or just point to a spot on the map, then get in my car and go.

We'll go wherever we feel like, and rest wherever it gets dark.

The scenery these past few days has been exceptionally beautiful.

He rode his bicycle through the endless primeval forest. The trees on both sides towered into the clouds, and sunlight could only filter through the dense branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light on the asphalt road.

He crossed a snow-capped mountain pass at an altitude of over 4,000 meters. When he stopped the car at the summit, the cold wind, mixed with snow particles, lashed against his helmet with a crackling sound. But looking out, the sea of ​​clouds rolled at his feet, and the distant snow-capped peaks shimmered with dazzling golden light under the sun.

He also passed through a vast grassland.

Herds of yak graze leisurely on both sides of the road. Occasionally, a few local children with rosy cheeks from the high altitude stand by the roadside, waving vigorously at his cool motorcycle and showing their bright, white smiles.

Jiang Ye would honk his horn or wave in response each time.

The wind kept whistling past my ears.

It took away the hustle and bustle of the city, the oppressive atmosphere of the Shen family, and the gloom that had been brought about by Shen Qinghan's sudden appearance a few days ago.

Jiang Ye felt that he had been healed once again.

Nature has a magical power; it doesn't speak, yet it can embrace all your grievances and exhaustion.

In this vast expanse of heaven and earth, Jiang Ye felt as if he were a tiny speck of dust.

Since even the world is so vast, what does all the humiliation I suffered in the Shen family over the past seven years matter?

When he's in a good mood, Jiang Ye still habitually takes out his phone and takes a few photos.

Sometimes it's an unnamed wildflower by the roadside, sometimes it's a magnificent sunset on the horizon, and sometimes it's just a winding road reflected in the rearview mirror of a motorcycle.

He would post these photos on his WeChat Moments.

There are no sentimental captions; usually, it's just a simple location or a smiley face emoji.

And every time.

It happened almost five minutes after he posted it on his WeChat Moments.

A red number will pop up on your phone screen.

I clicked on it and took a look.

Among those who like the post, there's always that familiar profile picture.

Summer rain.

Jiang Ye sat on a large rock by the roadside, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Xia Yu's likes on the screen.

He found this quite interesting.

Since that morning, when Xia Yu rushed back to Hanzhou in a car because of an urgent matter at the company.

There was no further substantial contact between the two of them.

I haven't made a single phone call.

I haven't sent a single WeChat message.

Xia Yu didn't ask him "Where are you now?" or "When are you going back to Hanzhou?"

Jiang Ye didn't ask her "How are things going at the company?" or "Did you sleep well that night?"

They were like two parallel lines that briefly intersected, sparking a dazzling flame in that remote mountain inn before returning to their own paths.

However, liking each other's posts on social media became their only and most tacit way of connecting.

Jiang Ye posts a message, and Xia Yu gives it a like.

Jiang Ye looked at the small red heart and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He could picture it in that towering CBD office building in Hanju.

Xia Yu, dressed in a smart business suit and exuding confidence, may have just finished a meeting.

She leaned back wearily in the boss's chair, rubbing her temples, and took a sip of the black coffee beside her.

Then, she picked up her phone and opened WeChat.

I saw the snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and wildflowers that Jiang Ye posted on his WeChat Moments.

A relaxed smile might appear on her lips, and then she would extend her finger, adorned with exquisite nail polish, and gently tap it with a thumbs-up.

This "like" means "I saw it".

It means "I know you are doing well."

This also means that, despite her busy worldly life, she was still silently watching over him, the man who was wandering in the wind.

Relationships between adults are sometimes that simple, and that restrained.

Don't pester, don't disturb.

You understand my helplessness, and I understand your yearning for freedom.

Jiang Ye smiled and shook his head, locked his phone, and put it back in his pocket.

He stood up, dusted off his trousers, hopped on his motorcycle, and continued riding aimlessly forward.

……

That evening.

Jiang Ye rode his bicycle off the national highway and turned onto an unnamed country road.

The country road was narrow and full of potholes, with waist-high weeds and dense woods on both sides.

The sky gradually darkened.

After the sun sets, the temperature in the mountains drops very quickly.

The wind blowing against my skin already brought a noticeable chill.

Jiang Ye glanced at the fuel level on the motorcycle's dashboard, then looked at the increasingly desolate scenery around him.

He knew he probably wouldn't be able to find an inn or hotel tonight.

We need to find a place to camp.

He slowed down and, using the light from his motorcycle headlights, searched for a suitable flat spot by the roadside.

I rode on for another ten minutes or so.

Jiang Ye saw a dirt road branching off from the roadside, and at the end of the dirt road seemed to be a slightly open clearing in the woods.

He turned the car in.

The open space was small, surrounded by several sturdy old locust trees, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves.

Although it was a bit eerie, the ground was flat and it was sheltered from the wind.

"This is fine."

Jiang Ye stopped the car and turned off the engine.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

Only occasionally, a gust of wind would blow by, causing the leaves to rustle and rub against each other.

Jiang Ye opened the motorcycle's tail box, skillfully took out a tent, a sleeping mat, and a sleeping bag, and began setting up camp on the open ground.

After setting up the tent, he gathered some dry branches and started a small campfire in the center of the open space.

The firelight flickered, dispelling the surrounding darkness and cold.

Jiang Ye sat in a folding chair, boiled a kettle of water with a portable gas stove, made a bowl of instant noodles, and ate a sausage, simply making do with dinner.

They ate and drank their fill.

Jiang Ye leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

He looked up at the cool moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead, enjoying the rare tranquility.

but.

Just as he was about to finish his cigarette and was about to crawl into the tent to sleep.

A strange sound suddenly drifted into his ears on the night breeze.

"Eee...ya...ah..."

The sound was very soft and intermittent.

In this desolate wilderness, in the pitch-black night, it stood out all the more.

Jiang Ye's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, suddenly paused.

He held his breath and listened carefully.

The sound came from deep within the dense forest behind the clearing.

"Eee... Ya ya..."

I heard it more clearly this time.

It sounded like a woman singing in a high-pitched voice, or perhaps it was a lament.

The melody is strange, with an indescribable sense of desolation and eeriness emanating from its melodious tune.

Jiang Ye's scalp tingled instantly.

A chill ran down my spine and straight to the back of my head.

He was a staunch materialist and usually very brave; he wasn't afraid to walk alone at night or sleep in cemeteries.

However, in this remote mountain forest, far from any village or shop.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard a woman singing in a style similar to traditional Chinese opera.

Anyone would be scared half to death!