Sichuan Yibin City Laojun Mountain.
It wasn't far from where Chen Yun, Bai Shi, and others had visited Cuiyun Valley during the May Day holiday.
Or one might even say, it was relatively close.
Riding a bus for about two hours, Chen Yun, carrying a suitcase with the silly dog Bai Jin inside, arrived at the starting point of the first phase of his round-the-world trip—Yibin Laojun Mountain.
When he arrived at the foot of the mountain,
it was almost ten in the morning.
The Sun hung high in the sky, spreading golden light over the undulating Laojun Mountain, where a faint scent of pine and earth wafted through the woods.
Chen Yun looked up at the rolling mountains, feeling an inexplicable thrill in his heart.
The last time he was here,
and the time before,
March sixteenth.
Overwhelmed by the exhilaration of training in the wilderness, he decided on a spur-of-the-moment trip and came to Laojun Mountain.
Now it was May fourth.
Time had passed so quickly.
