Chen Xiaoyu | The Two Worlds of Xiaoxiaoge

This time last year, also in the southwest, Jason took us to the other side of Cangshan Mountain, Gualaban Village, for hiking and eating farm meals.

The mountain road was winding and we often felt that the van was about to collapse. The engine wailed on the edge of the cliff and the slope was treacherous, but Jason changed gears skillfully and looked relaxed, which made us less nervous.

The sun in Dali was as hot as ever, but once you entered the house, it was cool. Above the brazier hung a row of bacon of different colors and shapes. The kid was sitting by the brazier, wearing a black leather jacket, with his back to the door and the light, playing a game on his phone.

This situation fits the imagination of some people who are overly concerned about Internet-addicted teenagers. They lower their heads and stare at the small screen. It seems that the demon of entertainment is crawling out of the pixels and poisoning the children in the mountains.

I know that some adults would think this way, because I was once a "computer kid" in the eyes of adults. On the screen, the kid was controlling a strong man holding a rifle, wandering on the road, looking around from time to time, alert. A green armored vehicle stopped in front of him, and he raised the scope, not knowing whether it was an enemy or a friend. After confirming it, he climbed onto the armored vehicle and drove on the endless desert road.

I was wondering what kind of person the player who was driving was, in what city and what kind of place, and how he was experiencing this adventure with the little kid.

After dinner, the kid led us to climb the mountain. He was very strong and could run to the top of a hill at any time, throw his leather jacket aside, lie down, and jump up again. He was familiar with this place and knew how to enjoy this forest, where to pick flowers, and which stone was comfortable to sit on. We crawled into the tree holes, climbed up the tree trunks, and listened to Jason and the leaders introduce the trees and plants here to us. I can't remember when the alpine rhododendron will bloom. I only remember that the leader told us that many nature lovers will use the name of a plant as their natural name. He is Rock Moss No. 1. So we all excitedly gave ourselves natural names. Kaka is whipping hydrangea. I am Guara, which means fern in the local language, for cows to eat.
I also forgot when and who picked flowers for the little brother and pinned them on his ears. I took a photo of him, and he looked shy and generous in front of the camera. The little brother's face was a little red and black from the sun, and he looked particularly healthy under the sun. We all liked that photo, and Jason said he would send it to the little brother's mother.
We met an old man on the road. When he saw us, he asked happily, "Are you here to enjoy the scenery?"

Finally we reached our destination, a wide grassland with scattered sheep and distant mountains. We sat on the ground, eating fruits, bread baked by our leader Aruna, and drinking black coffee.

On the way back, we saw another long stone wall. It was said that it was built by an old man in the village. One day, he made up his mind to build this wall, stone by stone, year after year, for no apparent reason to others. It was not difficult to climb over but made people feel something.

The kid accompanied us all the way, listening to our conversations, sometimes appearing in front, sometimes walking on the side slope parallel to us. It was great to see him.

Along the way, I talked a lot with Jason. The last time I met him, we sat on the grass of Xunguang Farm and told him that I wanted to make a movie. He said that if necessary, he could give me 100,000 yuan. Later, I really asked him for the 100,000 yuan and finished the movie. I also took the movie to many places and met many audiences. But until that day, he told me that he encountered some difficulties at that time and asked three good friends for help to raise the 100,000 yuan.

Fortunately, our situation has improved over the years, and we are all doing things to our heart's content. He has gathered many friends who love life, and takes them to climb mountains, take boats, and see the world from a different perspective. These friends have written many beautiful words. I am doing what I have always done, writing, photographing, and editing, and there are more people around me who are doing the same thing.

We all seem to be people who like to instigate friends to do something together. We have our own aspirations and are willing to bear the consequences of failure.

The dinner was delicious and everyone ate a lot. In addition to the bacon shining in the sunset, what impressed me most was the walnut kernels dipped in honey and cup after cup of hot black tea before the meal.

As the sky darkened, we left the village and devoted ourselves to our own lives, shuttling between two, or even countless, worlds. The world on the screen, the world in the mountains, the world of stacking stones, the world of mutual trust, the world of forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes. It is worth looking forward to the world of tomorrow .