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

That morning, they drove into a dense tropical rainforest.

The road conditions in the rainforest are terrible.

After a recent rain shower, the already narrow dirt road became muddy and full of puddles of varying depths.

Thick vines intertwined on both sides of the road, like a giant green spider web, almost swallowing the entire road.

The motorcycle struggled to move forward through the potholes, its tires slipping intermittently, causing the motorcycle to shake violently.

However, Jiang Ye demonstrated extremely high driving skills.

He gripped the fuel tank tightly with his legs, flexibly adjusting his center of gravity with the rise and fall of the vehicle, and steadily controlled the handlebars with both hands, carving a path through the mud.

Han Qingru pressed herself tightly against Jiang Ye's broad back.

She wasn't scared; on the contrary, she found it very exciting.

All around were towering trees, the air was filled with the smell of soil and decaying leaves, and the sounds of various unknown birds and insects filled the air.

This primitive and mysterious natural atmosphere made her feel relaxed like never before.

Around noon.

They walked through a dense forest, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

A crystal-clear stream appeared before them.

The stream flowed over the stones, making a clear, splashing sound.

"Let's rest here for a while."

Jiang Ye parked his motorcycle by the stream, took off his helmet, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Han Qingru also got out of the car, walked to the stream, scooped up a handful of cool water and washed her face, feeling that all her fatigue had dissipated.

"Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."

Jiang Ye pulled a sharp military knife from the tail bag of the motorcycle.

He walked to a bamboo grove by the stream, cut down a few bamboo stalks of suitable thickness, sharpened one end with his military knife, and made a few simple wooden forks.

Then, Jiang Ye took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and walked directly into the icy stream.

The fish in this stream are fat and big, and they are not afraid of people at all.

Jiang Ye held his breath and focused his attention on a cold-water fish swimming in a crevice between the rocks. He then thrust the wooden fork in his hand down with a sudden thud!

"Splash!"

Water splashed everywhere.

A plump, cold-water fish weighing over two pounds was pinned firmly to a wooden fork and struggled desperately in mid-air.

"Gotcha!"

Jiang Ye excitedly raised the wooden fork and waved it at Han Qingru on the shore.

In less than half an hour, Jiang Ye caught four or five big fish.

He found some dry branches on the shore and started a campfire.

After cleaning the fish, skewer it directly on a wooden stick and grill it over a fire.

Han Qingru was not idle either.

She wandered around the nearby woods and picked some bright red wild berries.

The two sat on a moss-covered rock.

Jiang Ye handed the grilled fish, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, sizzling with oil, to Han Qingru.

There was no salt, no cumin, and no other seasoning.

However, this natural grilled fish has a subtle aroma of firewood and the natural sweetness of the fish meat.

It was then paired with sweet and sour wild fruits picked by Han Qingru.

The two of them ate with great relish.

In these remote mountains and forests, far from modern civilization, we eat food that we have caught ourselves and enjoy the most primitive and wild fun.

Jiang Ye felt that this was the real life.

……

The third day of my motorcycle trip.

They crossed a range of mountains and arrived at a small border town located at the border between the two countries.

This small town is not large, but it is full of exotic charm.

The buildings lining the streets blend Southeast Asian pointed roof styles with French romanticism, creating a unique aesthetic.

On the streets and alleys, you can see locals dressed in various ethnic costumes, as well as some foreign backpackers carrying large bags.

Night falls.

The night market in the small town began to bustle with activity.

Colorful neon lights flashed, and the cries of vendors selling various snacks, the sizzling of grilled meat, and exotic music blended together to create a vibrant scene of everyday life.

Jiang Ye held Han Qingru's hand as they walked through the bustling crowd.

They strolled around like any other ordinary tourist, stopping and starting as they pleased.

Jiang Ye bought two large handfuls of fragrant, charred meat skewers from a meat skewer stall.

The two walked and ate skewers, their mouths greasy with oil.

At a small stall selling hot and sour noodles, the two of them stuck out their tongues from the spiciness, yet exclaimed that it was incredibly delicious.

After eating and drinking their fill, they began to stroll around the night market.

Han Qingru stopped in front of a stall selling handmade jewelry.

Her gaze was drawn to a brightly colored silk scarf embroidered with intricate ethnic patterns.

"You like it?" Jiang Ye asked with a smile, following her gaze.

Jiang Ye took out his money without hesitation and bought the silk scarf.

He walked up to Han Qingru and personally tied the silk scarf around her neck.

The vibrant colors made Han Qingru's fair and delicate face even more radiant and beautiful.

"She looks beautiful." Jiang Ye looked at her and exclaimed sincerely.

Han Qingru touched the silk scarf around her neck, a sweet smile appearing on her face.

The two continued walking forward.

They stopped in front of an open-air bar.

On the bar's stage, several local street musicians were playing guitars and singing an unknown exotic love song.

The song was melodious yet tinged with melancholy, drifting in the night breeze.

Jiang Ye pulled Han Qingru to sit down at a wooden table in the corner of the bar.

He ordered two chilled local beers.

The two drank ice-cold beer while listening to exotic music.

Looking at the diverse passersby around me, and the vendors busily making a living in the night market.

Jiang Ye leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned his head and looked at Han Qingru sitting next to him.

Under the dim light, Han Qingru's profile looked incredibly gentle.

Jiang Ye suddenly felt that this kind of ordinary life, full of warmth and everyday life, was much more real and happier than sitting in the office of a multi-billion dollar corporation looking at those cold financial statements.

……

After leaving the border town.

The two continued riding their motorcycle along a winding mountain road.

That afternoon, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened without warning.

Large, dark clouds pressed down from the mountaintop, as if to swallow the entire world.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap exploded overhead.

Immediately afterwards, a sudden tropical downpour began!

The rain was torrential, and large raindrops pounded on the helmet with a "pitter-patter" sound.

Visibility was severely obstructed instantly, with a range of less than ten meters.

To make matters worse, the already rugged mountain road became extremely slippery after being washed by the torrential rain.

The motorcycle tires would slip on the road from time to time, and if one was not careful, the rider and the motorcycle could roll down into the abyss next to it.

Jiang Ye dared not risk continuing forward.

He gripped the brakes, slowed down, and anxiously searched for a place to take shelter from the rain on the side of the road.

Fortunately.

After riding for less than two kilometers, they found a hotel at a bend halfway up the mountain.

The hotel's sign swayed precariously in the wind and rain, and looked quite old.