I now want to write a traveler's story. Her name is Niying. If you are in a grocery store, food store, or souvenir shop, you may see her. I'm one of her people. Fortunately, I became one of her few friends.
When I noticed her, she was picking out souvenirs. His skin is a traveler's unique wheat color, and his hair is long and yellowish. Whenever someone pays attention to her, she will wave to you, and you will feel inexplicably strange and shy. And you will find that the mole on the corner of her mouth looks a bit like a pornographic girl.
She would send me letters from time to time, sometimes photos, sometimes cigarette casings, sometimes advertising flyers, sometimes packages with trinkets inside. There is also letter paper. It contains her journey and story. Some stories can be found in newspapers or magazines, others not.
She is a collector of stories.