Route 35

There is no reason, I don't know how to set off.

Strictly speaking, the semester is not over yet, but I have finished my exams, which is considered to be a few extra days of summer vacation.

I want to plan a solo trip, but my family, studies and the epidemic have been disrupting my plans. Press the "Submit" button after the exam question, turn off the computer, fold it up, and open the door of the business school, thinking that I can't wait any longer. When I came back to my senses, I had already stepped on the gas pedal and headed north, temporarily escaping this noisy life.

This seems to be the widest road in the state, but I rarely pass it. Makes sense because I've never driven my car out of town.

I'm holding the steering wheel like I'm holding life. It's hard to describe, but in the field of vision, there is a small sky, a few dark clouds, the wide Route 35, the car speeding in the early morning, the dynamic music in the car, and the sound of the wind locked out of the car window, at this moment, All really belong to me.

Through the busy city, the village, the uninhabited pasture of Liao;

Clouds and mists are low, shrouded, and unremarkable yearning;

The gap is revealing, a trace, and it is bright at your fingertips.

Sometimes it goes uphill, sometimes it goes downhill, shuttles on the flat concrete road, and occasionally overtakes with other drivers. It's a fresh feeling that I've never experienced before.

I am the horse who broke free from the reins, the eagle who broke through the cage, and the man who escaped from the prison. Press the accelerator hard, cruise on, and keep at 80 mph. Stretching, as if suddenly remembering something, he pressed the volume plus button and opened the window again. It was playing "The Lonely Brave", which was sung by Zu Yanaxi, and with that angry sound, I couldn't help shouting:

"Who said that sitting in a car is not a hero~"

In freestyle, if you don't know how to sing, you just make up. The sound was quite loud, and the wind could be heard. The highway also heard.

What if you heard it. They will forget anyway.

The car is still moving fast.

When my stomach growled, I realized that I had been driving for two hours straight. Because I was so excited, I forgot to refuel in the morning. Thinking of the shop recommended on the Internet, I turned a corner and got in. The scrambled eggs and muffins were fresh and steaming.

I poured maple syrup on the muffins and couldn't help but gorge. It's better than the school one. But no matter how hard the school muffins are, I can't eat them after a year. Remember, it's a little sad. After working, I realized that university is really happy. How many questions I've asked, how many mistakes I've made, but no one thinks I'm stupid. Also, after college, how can there be an 11-dollar buffet. I've shown graduation anxiety and want to stand firm in society, but I don't want to leave the arms of the school. I know that in the summer of 2023, I will be reluctant.

Cherish it, I hear myself say. I don't know if I'm referring to just one year of college life, the journey that has just begun,

Still, what about this muffin. I put the last piece in my mouth and savored it before the maple syrup dripped onto my clothes, thinking vaguely.

I drove the car to the lake. In the afternoon, the sun hit the lake, rustling softly, sometimes soft and sometimes dazzling with the waves. The lake water is dark green with a hint of blue, and you can see the seaweed floating on the bottom. There were occasional sprays in the distance, possibly white-eyed fish. In mid-May, the lake was still bitterly cold. Forget about washing my hands, I'm going to get into the water, and I'll shake it into a sieve sooner or later.

It was warmer by the car than on the beach, and the water droplets on my hands evaporated at once. Touching the roof of the car, the fiery red paint was a little hot. Whatever it is, I can bear 110 pounds.

Jump up from the side of the car and try to "soft-land" your body. After all, you still need to take care of your car. Suddenly sitting high, and I'm not used to it. Looking at the lake shoreline, I don't know how far I can see, whether I can see it, and where I want to go.

The ginger ale in my arms shook as I got into the car. The index finger clasped the tab, and with a force toward the body, knocked ~ small bubbles rushed out one after another, as if anxious to do something. He caught the soda with his mouth before it was all over his hands, raised his head, and held the can down his throat. The cold and sweet carbonated water was poured into the stomach along the esophagus, leaving a faint ginger taste in the mouth. The soda is cold, but it can't quench my fiery heart. I drank half the can at once, and when I held it in my hand, there was still the sound of small bubbles babbling. When the heart is still, just treat it as the soundtrack.

When I closed my eyes, what lingered in my ears was the sound of strength and rhythm as the waves rolled over. Crash~...Crash~...The water splashed on the car and washed away the adhering sand. I sucked the damp air into my lungs with all my might, and the freshness of the seaweed flavor rushed straight to my brain. At that moment, all my troubles seemed to disappear.

I sat on the roof of the car from 5pm to 8pm. The strength of the lake's slamming on the shore gradually weakened, and it retreated shyly, accompanied by the sunset that turned orange at some point, leaving a dark brown beach gently stroked by the tide. The children took the rubbed slippery pebbles and threw them into the water in a circle.

I don't know if I'm looking at the scenery or the people. At night, it turned cold. The wind by the lake was so strong that it made my clothes rattle, as if it was going to blow me to some unknown place. I simply lay down and stared silently at the sky without a trace of pollution. Small, scattered few, shining faintly, that are stars. They were so far away, yet so close, that they felt like they would fall into my arms at any moment, and when I reached out my fingertips, they would all hide.

I miss her. I miss him too. Think of them, and it. The stars felt it and winked at me.

The ginger ale in the jar has long since bottomed out. Feel free to flatten the jar and toss it in the trash. Under the street lamp, my figure was pulled slender. At this moment, only the looming stars, the quiet and clear lake water, the straight and dim street lights, and the empty parking lot are all that accompany me.

I am alone, but I have a confidant behind me and a dream in my heart. There is a distant place in the eyes to reach.

Loneliness, here, does not exist.

Hear the whistle from a hundred miles away?

That's me, still on the way.