This place sat more than a thousand meters above sea level, naturally much milder than the plateau at over three thousand meters. White clouds dotted the blue sky, the sunlight was warm, and there were no howling winds. Amid the lofty, layered mountains stretched a magnificent landscape. As far as the eye could see, the sloping meadows were yellow and green—a beauty crafted by nature.
Not caring whether his clothes would be hard to wash, Wang Yan lay lazily on the meadow with his hands behind his head. He squinted beneath the sunlight, bathing in the warm breeze and enjoying the natural beauty before him.
"Wang Yan, so this is where you were hiding." Liu Feng's voice rang out.
This was the final stop of this year's performances. After performing here yesterday, Wang Yan had not gone back. He was waiting for the main contingent of the cultural troupe to arrive, planning to return with them tomorrow to the troupe's base in Mengzi once the performance was over.
"You're here." Wang Yan tilted his head for a glance. "How'd you find me?"
"I was looking for a place to take a piss and saw you lying here. The ground's so cold—don't catch a chill."
"You should lie down too. Then you'll know how comfortable it is." Wang Yan remained sprawled out, too lazy to move. "These past days have worn me out. I just want to lie here until the end of time."
Liu Feng sat cross-legged beside Wang Yan and smiled. "I heard the new songs you wrote. They're really good."
"They finished arranging them?"
"You know Old Liao. I heard he got your letter, stayed up for two days arranging the music, then took the band and finished revising it in a single day. They played it once