我的第一眼卻是另種光景。傍晚時我費力的一個人去吃了飯，幾步路弄得高燒兩天的我氣喘吁吁，走進門後我才站定，「How are you?」轉頭，第一次看到男人和他熾熱的雙眼，而我實在太喘了，說了聲一點都不好，就找了藉口留下錯愕的他走回房間裡。
In mid July, for the first time I got a heavy cold during the trip after the half-year drifting. Everyone except me went to National Park for camel-riding , and I was half in asleep in the room. There were a few people moving into the room, and I was too sick to even say Hi.
That was the first sight for the man of me: lying in bed miserably. He said that just for the first glance, he had the feeling that I would be his girl.
For me, it was totally another story. I went to the dining room by myself in the afternoon. It was hard for me just to walk. Not until I entered the bedroom did I balance myself. “How are you?” I didn’t look into his burning eyes until that moment. I was too tired, dumping “not good,” straight to my room and leaving him .
Except that I never forgot his eyes. His eyes fixed at me still, no matter in the night he described his trip in India or Nepal, or he told me that he likes me and would like to meet me again in the next morning. Thus, I believed that we will, truly see each other again even after he left.
I travel alone for many times in two years. I met people, people who promised to meet each other again someday, but we all know that it is tough to realize these promises in the real life, not to mention the words left just for politeness.
He showed up in the most terrible night that I haven’t had in years, and he was the first man saying that he likes me in all my trips. (and there was magic in his words for there were more boys saying that he likes me in the voyage afterward) He kept his promise. He came to me, from Moscow to Shanghai after a month and a half.
I said I would like to go to Guilin before heading home. He said we could go anywhere we want to.
When night fell, we carried our bags, stepping into the forest. I went first. The light behind me lid up the road. I walked on my own shadow without the sight of two steps away. The river was running at my left with crickets, frogs, owls, and cicadas buzzing on the right.
I took each step without hesitation. If I fell, the man behind me will hold me somehow.
It was like... I didn't know my way, but he, who behind me knew, and it was enough. Truly.
There are two bones standing out on his shoulder. I asked him, and he said that he has a pair of wings. I crooked my head, looking at his smiling eyes, emagining the way he might fly, each time when he said so. He admitted that he was born like this afterward, but they do stop the straps of the bag from falling off. I guess it was another of his humor.
Still, he said, "I have a body for traveling in this life." He believes so. So do I.
I met lots of drifters through these years. They left home for several years, wandering, receiving envies from ohters, but the lost looks in their eyes reveal that in fact they've lost their way already. However, this man is differernt. Even though he is millions of thousands of miles away from home, in his voyage for so long, the faith in his talk still tells me that he is still on his way to his dream. He is so sure, the same as he walked toward me.
Before his coming, I told my friends that I have to go on trip with a man like this. I didn't understand then; I just had the feeling that he is the man I drift for.
When he asked for the reason of me liking him, I answered so.
I remember the day before camping, we went for a small mountain hiking. There were stairs though, still it was too steep for me, far beyond me limitation. He didn't push me, although he always walks so fast. He just stopped at a few stairs above, telling me, "We will go to the top, together." I murmured to myself, but my pride made me took my steps to catch him.
it was a spectacular beauty. Looking down on the river from the top of the mountain is unforgetable. I was still complaining, but I was gald that he insisted me going up here.
Watching him moving around on the rocks without fear, with the mafnificent senery behind, I had to smile hard to stop myself from bursting into tears. There IS someone who is willing to come to me, and bring me the sight I yearn so much. How luck I am.
A lot of people asked me, "what about then?" I am asking it, too. He said it is crazy to travel such a long way just to see this girl again. I somehow still believe that it will be a regret if there was no one being crazy with you, too.
We laid on the ground, looking at the sky full of shining stars, with my hand in his. I said I wouldn't know how to go back to my life like the way I've been doing two years ago. He told me that he hopes I can walk toward him, in stead of the past. Maybe we will go with each other for some time, just like we said that night.
Even though both of us cannot be sure how far we can go, it is still beautiful enough for me to travel with a man like this for once in my life.
Not to mention he came to me, over thousands of millions of miles. I say I finally have a story to tell my granddaughter, if, I have a granddaughter.
And once again, I don't know if there is a future of us, but we both believe that we will meet again, again and again.