To the West, Beyond

My surname is Zhong. I am twenty-seven years old. I am a style writer who measures the country with my feet. I usually like to make jokes. Qi Yucheng, 24 years old, is an urban reporter who is frustrated by reality. We met in a cheap hotel in Lhasa, Tibet, and his words of "Can I come with you" started a road wandering with no end. Starting from Tibet and walking further away, we accidentally "picked up" our third travel companion in Kashgar, Xinjiang - a second-generation rich man from Beijing named Zhang Longsheng. He has been a director and made many bad movies but he does not admit it. The three of us began to live a life of running around. Someone made some remarks about the three of us: an elegant decadent, a passionate record-keeper, and a romantic idealist dressed in a dandy's coat. To be honest, I quite agree. This is not a travelogue about conquering distant places, but more like a group of people's interpretation of their own stories. If you don't understand it, just leave it to the scenery. At least as a passerby, they won't say anything about you.