My Youth:Chapter 10

 　　On our third day in Lhasa, the fifth day of our trip, just as dawn was breaking, Chen Yueran and I went to photograph the horses.

　　The horses of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau are unlike any we've seen before; they vividly convey the powerful vitality of this land, making us marvel at their galloping spirit and envious of the innate freedom of the plateau. This is a natural yearning for freedom in everyone.
　　Green grass swayed, horses galloped, their arrow-like speed reaching the horizon, their manes fluttering in the wind—what a magnificent scene! The herders riding on their horses looked serene, following their steeds towards the horizon. They wore traditional Tibetan clothing, their garments flowing freely and openly. What a magnificent Qinghai-Tibet Plateau! What a magnificent and unrestrained spirit! Amidst
　　the blue and green, brown horses galloped across the plains, heading straight for the distance—only under the azure sky and amidst the green grass of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau could this scene be expressed so vividly!
　　After taking a few pictures, we were getting bored and were about to wander around when we spotted a group of people in the distance. They wore navy blue shirts with teardrop-patterned badges on their collars; it was undoubtedly the Bitch Photography Group.
　　"What are these people doing here?" Chen Yueran suddenly asked beside me, whether to me or herself, I couldn't tell.
　　"They're probably here to take pictures, right?" I answered uncertainly, but seeing Chen Yueran's slightly gloomy expression, I didn't reply.
　　"Let's go," she said, pulling me to turn and leave.
　　"Chen Yueran, long time no see," a rather young man called out to her, his tone laced with sarcasm.
　　Chen Yueran paused slightly, glanced at him, then ignored him and turned to walk away, not uttering a single word to this restless man.
　　"It's been years, and your temper has only gotten worse. But besides that, what else do you have that's noteworthy? If it were back then..."
　　"Enough! You weren't the one who ultimately profited back then, so what gives you the right to act so arrogantly? Even though you have that so-called 'Bitch Photography Group' behind you, I, Chen Yueran, am not someone to be trifled with!" This was the first time I'd seen Chen Yueran so angry, and I became even more curious about this photography group. What on earth had angered her like this?
　　The person being reprimanded by Chen Yueran, feeling humiliated, flew into a rage and was about to start arguing again when the middle-aged man leading the group shouted coldly, "Qiao Luo, that's enough! Haven't you made enough of a scene?" The young man
　　named Qiao Luo immediately lost his arrogance, seemingly quite afraid of the middle-aged man. He secretly glared at Chen Yueran and then slipped into the crowd.
　　After the middle-aged man finished shouting, he said to Chen Yueran, who was still furious, "Yueran, what happened just now was Qiao Luo's recklessness. We didn't want to cause any more trouble. I, Cai Fan, apologize on his behalf. Let's just leave what happened
　　back then behind." "Cai Fan, control these troublemakers! If you keep letting them run rampant, someone will eventually take action for me!" With that, he grabbed me and left without looking back, still seething with anger.
　　Once outside, I cautiously asked, "What's going on between them and you?" I really didn't understand what connection Chen Yueran had with the Bitch Photography Group. Her usually calm and collected nature was unusually volatile today.
　　She took a deep breath of fresh air to calm herself, but only vaguely replied, "It's all old news... You'll understand later." She didn't explain further.
　　Seeing this, I didn't ask any more questions, letting her wander freely across the plateau, only occasionally catching a glimpse of a faint sorrow on her brow...