Tan Jiaos perspective

  I still clearly remember the appearance of that ship until now.

  White hull, very new and clean. A total of three layers, the first layer is a public area, and the second and third layers are guest rooms. The interior is luxurious and comfortable. Its called "Dian Mei Ren" and departed on June 23, 2016 from Dali City, Yunnan Province to a deep mountain lake.

  That was a journey I had been yearning for.

  It was also a journey that changed my destiny.

  Our fates were tied together on that ship.

  Later on, it almost came off.

  My name is Tan Jiao, Im a web writer, pen name Qi Zhu, specializing in writing romantic stories with a hint of suspense. Not very talented, earned some small money, gained some small fame, and had a lot of idle and empty time. When not writing books, I like to travel around. However, I always join tour groups and choose comfortable and hassle-free trips. Compared to my friends who like hiking and are true literary youths, there is still a gap in our ideological awareness.

  I still remember that day was very sunny, with blue sky and white clouds, and the river water was clear. The "Dian Mei Ren" set off in the morning and slowly sailed into the valley surrounded by green hills. Probably because it was a newly developed route, not well-known, and not cheap, there were not many passengers on the boat.

  I spent the whole morning in my room, either lying on the 2-meter bed watching TV dramas, or curled up on the sofa playing games, or leaning on the balcony blowing wind, feeling carefree and relaxed.

  I just saw him on the balcony.

  That afternoon, there was a welcome party in the first-floor restaurant. I didnt really want to go. Firstly, because of the itinerary and notes, its all written in the tourist manual, and Im too lazy to listen to the tour guide say it again; secondly, I dont think that a few short days on the ship can lead to real friendships.

  So I held a half cup of green plum wine by myself, leaned on the railing of the balcony, basked in the sun and slowly sipped the wine.

  He just came out of the next room at this time.

  I turned against the light, covering my eyes with my hand, and looked at him.

  He also looked at me quietly.

  White T-shirt, dark brown casual pants, white socks and black casual shoes. It is said that men who wear white socks are mostly proud and introverted. He has a buzz cut, his facial features are very clear, his cheekbones are slightly high, so his outline looks tough. But his five senses also have a few points of elegance.

  So handsome.

  I subconsciously straightened up, no longer slouching against the railing like a rotten egg, and instead used three fingers to elegantly hold the high-heeled cup.

  I knew he was sizing me up too.

  Its said that my appearance is still quite deceptive, belonging to the sweet and lovely type. My best friend says Im "Lolita body, mature heart" - although Ive grown to 23 years old, I havent really had a romantic relationship yet. Ive only been on one blind date, which was a hasty failure, so lets not mention it.

  Then he smiled and said: "Hello."

  I said: "Hello."

  "He asked: Why didnt you attend the welcome party?"

  I held the wine glass in my hand and swayed it on the railing, saying: "I think that kind of wine would be very boring."

  He smiled and said: "Unfortunately, I still had a lucky mentality, went in and stayed for 10 minutes, then admitted defeat and came out."

  I couldnt help but laugh too. This guy is quite interesting.

  His gaze slid to my wine glass and he smiled wryly: "Drinking alone?"

  I swirled the cup: "Green plum wine, only about 10 degrees." There was only a railing between us, less than 2 meters apart. I said again: "Want some?"

  He looked at me.

  His eyes are really charming, very dark, with a mans depth, and seemingly a bit of boyish innocence.