Nine Days of Vacation: Lhasa and Dali

Hua Heng is an ordinary guy. He went to Lhasa for the high salary, and in just half a year, he was covered in scars.

For the year-end holiday, he went to Dali alone with nothing to his name.

During check-in, Zhou Wei took his ID and smiled. "You're so young. What are you doing all the way out here by yourself?"

Hua Heng's eyes were pitch-black. He looked at him and said very little.

Zhou Wei understood. He'd probably been through something. He patted Hua Heng's shoulder and sighed. "The rooms are on the second floor. If you're not in a hurry to rest, sit down and have a meal with us first."

Hua Heng said nothing. He held out his hand, palm up.

"?"

Did he need someone to take his hand just to eat?

What a kid.

Zhou Wei grabbed a handful of crispy candies from the front desk and put them in his hand. "The kitchen's in the back. Go sit down by yourself."

Hua Heng's voice was hoarse as he spoke his first words since coming in. "My. ID."

"..."

It was the beginning of the year-end holiday. That was when they first met.

Over the next eight days, Hua Heng never once went around Erhai Lake by himself, and Zhou Wei never left Dali.

A mature hotel owner gong who kept worrying that his guest would jump into Erhai Lake, fretted over him n times a day, and wanted to keep him tethered to his side × a comedic, delightfully absurd shou who thinks being alive is great, but dying wouldn't be so bad either, and knows how to love others but not himself.

PS: 1. An age gap of ten years, and a difference in education.

2. This story is dedicated to all the strangers like Hua Heng, who don't know how to love themselves but keep saving themselves from disaster.

Theme: The world is beautiful and gentle. Please love it with all your heart and conviction.