63 The plane landed in Barcelona
After a 12-hour flight, the plane landed at Barcelona Airport.
Barcelona in August is the height of summer, with hot weather and plenty of sunshine, making it the hottest time of the year.
Li Yaya wore a floral sundress, a large sunhat, sunglasses, and carried two large suitcases. The local guide she had arranged to meet her earlier in the morning was already there at the exit. Li Yaya greeted him in English, but he actually spoke Chinese.
Li Yaya was surprised. Although it was just a few simple greetings, it sounded very pleasant.
The moment she walked out of the airport gate, a wave of heat hit her. Fortunately, Li Yaya could handle it.
The car drove slowly towards the hotel they had booked. As the car passed through the streets of Barcelona, Li Yaya rolled down the window, taking in the scenery outside. She had never expected that she would actually come to Barcelona.
And, she was alone. Li Jianren, you see, she is brave.
The wheels of the car churned over the ancient cobblestones, making a soothing sound like a murmured urban prelude. Barcelona's streets were not wide, and the towering limestone buildings on both sides flowed outside the car window. Bougainvillea and geraniums hanging from the balconies splashed rose and orange on the ochre walls.
The car window, like a moving picture frame, sliced the streetscape into fluid fragments: the Gothic Quarter's narrow alleys suddenly appeared, the mottled carvings on the stone walls still bearing traces of the Middle Ages; turning a corner, Gaudí's Casa Batlló suddenly came into view, its undulating facade and colorful, scale-like tiles shimmering in the sunlight with a fairy-tale sheen. Motorcycles nimbly passed by the car, leaving behind a staccato hum that intertwined with the distant melody of a street performer's accordion.
A complex aroma wafted through the air—the rich aroma of coffee, fresh from the corner café, instantly diluted by the salty sea breeze. The atmosphere of this city is always somewhere between land and sea. Sunlight filtered through the branches of the plane trees, casting dancing spots of light on the windshield. The Catalan sun has a unique quality, intense yet not scorching, coating every inch of the streetscape like honey.
As we approached the Columbus Monument, the blue of the Mediterranean suddenly filled our view. That blue had a spell that left me speechless, a stark contrast to the warm tones of the old town behind us. Rolling down the window, I could hear the rhythmic crash of waves and the clear cries of seagulls drifting in from the harbor.
Driving in Barcelona is more like a journey through time and space. Every stop at a red light brings you into unexpected encounters with street life—people laughing over bottles of sangria at outdoor tables, the buttery aroma of freshly baked croissants wafting from bakeries, the hams hanging in windows like crimson pendulums. These moments make you realize that the soul of this city lies not in its attractions but in the fluidity of everyday life.
When I finally stopped the car, the white noise of the street still echoed in my ears, and the lingering sound of light and shadow lingered before my eyes. Barcelona's street scene is not a static postcard, but a dynamic scroll painted with speed, light, and sound, which continues to wind and grow in my memory.
However, the most urgent thing for Li Yaya now was to get some rest. After flying around the mountains and back to Beijing for another 12 hours, Li Yaya felt like her bones were about to fall apart.
The hotel balcony overlooks the endless seaside. The sight is refreshing and relaxing. Li Yaya is ready to enjoy her vacation.
However, Li Yaya never expected that someone had been waiting for her for a long time.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Li Yaya was awakened by a violent knock on the door. She glanced at the time and saw it was only a little after 4 o'clock.
Li Yaya walked towards the door with sleepy eyes and unclear consciousness. Without thinking about safety issues at all, she opened the door unconsciously.
Although the hotel where Li Yaya stayed had relatively good security facilities, one should not have the intention to harm others, but one should always be on guard against others.
Then Li Yaya opened the door and saw Xie Di and Liang Qiuchen standing outside.
I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was hallucinating. No, how could these two people suddenly appear here!
"Surprise!" Xie Di and Liang Qiuchen outside the door said in unison.
Xie Di was the first to know about Li Yaya's trip to Barcelona. She had asked Xie Di if he knew anyone who had done international travel. After all, it was her first time traveling so far alone. It would be safer to find someone reliable. That's how Xie Di learned about Li Yaya's plans.
Then, he not only introduced someone to her, but also had his own plans in mind.
Then, Liang Qiuchen discovered Xie Di's plan.
In the end, the two of them arrived in Barcelona two days earlier than Li Yaya.
"Yaya, come on, change your clothes, let's go to the beach to watch the sunrise!" Xie Di pushed Li Yaya to change clothes.
Chinese people seem to have an obsession with watching the sunrise at the beach.
Li Yaya really couldn't believe it. Not only did she see these two people in Barcelona, but they were also both up and out of bed at this time.
I never thought that the two of them hadn't slept all night. They had finally endured until now and didn't go to find Li Yaya immediately.
After a while, Li Yaya changed her clothes.
Simple combinations always have a unique flavor on Li Yaya.
At 5 a.m., the streets of Barcelona were deserted. Xie Di held Li Yaya's hand and ran freely along the roadside. Liang Qiuqiao simply followed behind, not too far away, recording their beautiful moment.
No one here knows them, and no one will bother them. They are just three ordinary people in the crowd.
Barcelona Beach at dawn is a silent and grand ceremony.
The sea was a brooding leaden gray. The waves lapped slowly against the beach, their muffled sound like the city's slumbering breath. Deep blue and crimson clouds piled across the skyline, and everything was still shrouded in the afterglow of night.
The transformation began with a tiny crack. Above the horizon, a thin golden line suddenly appeared, and then, a gentle halo of light overflowed unstoppably, dyeing the base of the clouds apricot yellow, orange pink, and then a magnificent rose purple. The light was not dazzling, but like a piece of amber slowly ignited, warm and mellow.
The sun's pinnacle, a tiny arc of dazzling golden red, leaped from the sea. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The entire Mediterranean became its palette—the nearby waters were reflected in a deep sapphire blue, while the crests of the waves danced with flakes of gold; the sailboats in the distance became ethereal silhouettes. Like living tentacles, the light gently brushed across the dormant city skyline, first kissing the spire of the Wolfra Pearl Tower, then slowly draping the glass curtain walls of the modern buildings with a flowing golden veil.
The air was slightly cool, with a salty, fishy smell. Early morning joggers left long shadows on the golden beach, and seagulls began to circle and cry, heralding the beginning of a new day.
Light and sea, nature and city, magnificent but not noisy, with a lazy and poetic power unique to the Mediterranean, as if telling us that no matter what happened last night, a new day can always start so gently.
After watching the sunrise, Xie Di and Liang Qiuqiao felt as if their energy had been drained out, completely listless. They decided to go to sleep and let Li Yaya have fun on her own until they woke up.
Then they each went back to their respective rooms.
Li Yaya carefully looked through the photos on her phone. Most of them were taken and sent to her by Liang Qiuchen.
It's magical. Every photo Liang Qiuchen takes is surprisingly beautiful and has a special vitality in it.
Li Yaya selected a few photos herself, including her own photo, a group photo of three people, a photo of her and Xie Di taken by Liang Qiuchen, and even a photo of the sunrise.
Posted on Weibo.
After a short rest, she started her itinerary for the day.
Jiang Yi recently released a new song, which has received rave reviews and has already reached a new high in terms of online reposts.
This is a new song he wrote after breaking up with Li Yaya. He never understood why. Sadness always brings out the best in people. Li Yaya, you see, from beginning to end, you've always held an indelible place in Jiang Yi's singing career.
At this moment, Jiang Yi was on his way to catch a flight. He looked at the Weibo post Li Yaya had posted on his phone. In the photo, she looked sunny, confident and generous. But the stubbornness in her eyes was gone.
It seemed that as time passed, Li Yaya had become softer, and those silent changes were not noticed by Jiang Yi.
He always thought about having a successful career, making a lot of money, and giving them a better life, but he neglected the most important thing. Li Yaya never cared about material things, Li Yaya only cared about people.
So Li Yaya said it was a pity that they could not continue to walk together.
But it took Jiang Yi a long time to understand all this.
At night, Li Yaya and her group of three went out to have dinner together.
While hesitating during dinner, Li Yaya finally spoke, "Sister Ruidi, I have something to tell you."
Li Yaya's tone was so serious that Xie Di put down his knife and fork and looked at Li Yaya, "You say."
"Sister Reddy, after I get back, I'll finish my previous work and won't take any new jobs for the time being. I'm going to study."
Dropping out of school has always been a regret in Li Yaya's heart. Now that she has enough financial resources, she can satisfy herself. Moreover, she is not yet 30 years old, and age will never be a reason to restrict her.
She can do whatever she wants at any time.
"good."
Li Yaya originally thought that it would take some effort for her to get Xie Di to agree. After all, she was in the rising stage of her career and it was a great time to create profits for the company. No matter which boss she was with, he would not agree to let her put everything aside to study.
But Xie Di did not hesitate and agreed readily.
"But if there is a rare opportunity, and time permits, I still hope you can take it."
"certainly."
"Where are you going to study?" After the two of them finished talking, Liang Qiuchen spoke.
"U.K."
Liang Qiuchen nodded thoughtfully and said nothing more.
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