The bed and breakfast was booked in a two-storey wooden house in the Datun Valley of Vietnam, living with the landlord, four little milk cats and a goldfish. Although the comfort is not as good as the Star Hotel, I prefer a room with such a strong life. Visit the market to buy ingredients to make breakfast, chat, tease, walk barefoot, and sleep at night without locking the door. When the weather is good, I ran to the street to drink coffee and eat rice noodles. When the weather is bad, I will watch the movie, or wait for the rain with the girl who is holding the hair and leaning against the door frame. I wandered around the valley without a mobile phone to find the verses in the wind, stupidly stood at the door of every beautiful house, and talked Vietnamese Vietnamese film photographers in China, who could travel deep into the local area. This is my favorite trip. Look like.