Is it safe to stay in a youth hostel?

Youth hostels are currently a popular and convenient accommodation model. Everyone lives in a house together, with bunk beds, and can also relive the model of university dormitories in the past. Everyone still prefers this. , but here comes the question, is it safe to live with so many people, especially girls? Is it safe to stay in a youth hostel?

The security is relatively high, everyone will show their ID card. With registration and cameras, safety performance can still be guaranteed.

The first time I stayed in a youth hostel was in Yunnan. During the winter vacation of my freshman year, I left home in a hurry and didn’t bring much luggage. At that time, I ended a relationship that made me physically and mentally exhausted. I wanted to go out for a breather, so I decided to take a long trip in the morning, booked a flight ticket for the afternoon, and left.

I was in a trance on the way to the airport. It wasn’t until the plane took off that the roar gradually made me feel real, and I just left.

It was already eleven o'clock when we arrived at the hotel. I could see the warm lights of the hotel from a distance. The boss opened the door for me and helped me carry my luggage to the bedroom upstairs.

The hall was still lively, and the residents were having a party. Everyone greeted me casually, and when they saw me coming in, they asked me to come over and sit down. Soothing jazz music was playing on the stereo, and candles were lit on the table. Someone handed me a glass of whiskey, and a girl sitting next to me patted me and glanced at the bedroom where my suitcase was placed on the second floor:

“Hi, I’m Lisa, your roommate. , I’ll sleep with you in bed.”

I noticed that Lisa’s long hair had just been washed and was still hanging casually on her shoulders. She was holding a thin lady’s cigarette in her hand.

I can't help but look at her. I don't know why I'm fascinated by her. Maybe it's the lazy and sexy aura exuding from her that attracts me. She really looks like a An elegant cat. I noticed that when she was smoking, her eyes would squint hard, her neck would be stretched out in a beautiful arc while she listened to other people's stories, and the corners of her mouth would be raised but she would never say a word. She noticed that I was When I looked at her, I immediately put away my little eyes and pretended to be serious and continued chatting with everyone.

Youth hostels and hotels are two different things. They are more like student dormitories. You bring your own toiletries. The hotel is only responsible for providing basic hardware facilities, and you have to do everything else yourself. After the party ended, I returned to the room. The room was very clean. There was a faint scent of sandalwood floating in the air. It smelled very comfortable. After washing the clothes, I took a clean set of bed covers (sheets, sheets, pillowcases) from the laundry room for the bed. For a patient with advanced hand cancer, I was almost desperate. I endured the sleepiness and tried to put it on, which took me half an hour.

It was almost 2 o'clock when I lay down. Lisa went to bed and played the guitar for a while. With the intermittent sound of the guitar, I slept particularly peacefully. Maybe it was because I was too tired and my mind went blank. Usually my brain is still playing movies at this time, and it is also because of the breakup. The past memories seem to be played back one by one from the projector, which makes me afraid of the night. The night is very painful for me. It was the first time in a while that I didn't have nightmares or be horribly awake during the long night.

As a big fool who stayed in a youth hostel for the first time, I always thought that there was someone cooking for me before I came to the youth hostel. So when I got up on the first day, I looked like a pig waiting to be fed. Sitting on the bed waiting for breakfast, I waited for almost an hour.

During this period, Lisa got out of bed, took out her small pot from the cabinet in front of me, and then cooked a bowl of instant noodles.

It wasn't until she finished eating her instant noodles that she raised her head and asked me, "Why don't you get out of bed?"

I said, "I'm waiting for breakfast."

Then she laughed until the last noodle in her mouth squirted onto my face. It was also at that time that I learned that breakfast, lunch and dinner here are all provided by yourself. From that day on, Lisa provided me with her little pot every day. Guo, I'll cook, and we became dining friends.

The life in the youth hostel is very regular. Everyone sleeps in the morning and starts to get up and move in the afternoon. Some people will go out, and some people can move a bench downstairs to bask in the sun and relax all afternoon.

After breakfast in the morning, I usually wander around the hotel or play with Lisa's cat.

I like many of the designs in the house. They are exquisite and elegant. There is a guitar on the wooden table in the side room.

There will be some beautiful stones on the wooden table in the main hall, and there will be a bouquet of small flowers on the coffee table.

There are bookcases in almost every corner of the hotel, ranging from fairy tale books suitable for children to novels and some philosophy books that adults like to read. I picked a few books to take back to the bedroom.

When I passed the stairs, I saw a sentence written on the small blackboard next to it: Live like traveling, travel like life. Maybe it’s because life and travel are both part of life. They are not only connected, but also require the same attitude.

I like to go to Guandu Ancient Town near the hotel. I go there every day. The night in the ancient town is beautiful. The lanterns along the street slowly light up at night. Girls wearing Naxi clothes can be seen at the door of the restaurant. Singing,

The night market is filled with fireworks.

Guandu always reminds me of a scene in the movie "Spirited Away". Qianxun accidentally broke into the city of gods. After dark, the red lanterns on the road lit up and meandered along the winding streets. , there are various snack bars along the road, and gourmets flock here. The two scenes are really similar. At nine o'clock in the evening, the bar street became lively. People walked in chatting and laughing. The music accompanied by the dazzling lights attracted passers-by.

On weekdays, when Lisa had nothing to do, she would also bring I went to bars and one time she took me to a clear bar and we had some drinks that day. She was obviously not a good drinker, and I was clearly the one who was heartbroken, but I was sober looking at her talking nonsense and giggling.

She insisted that I go up to sing, and if she didn’t go, she would roll around in front of me. I smiled helplessly. In fact, I haven’t sung for a long time. The last time I sang was the day we broke up. I was on the stage. He suddenly left in the middle of singing.

I lost the mood to sing and even forgot that I could sing. But that night I grabbed the microphone and sang for a long time. Lisa screamed and applauded me. I don’t remember how I shed tears. After coming down, I just remember that when it ended, there were many people in the bar listening quietly. The boss said if I wanted to find a job, I could stay as a resident singer. I said I would stay when I came back. My heart, which had almost become numb for the sake of performance, suddenly revived here. I sang to myself and felt extremely calm.

Life here is very regular. I have stayed here for more than half a month, repeating the same routine every day. Nothing has changed much, except that Lisa’s cat has gained some weight because of me.

I feel like the hotel is like a world outside the gears of time. I always imagine that it is a place regardless of the four seasons, always full of warm sunshine during the day, and full of stars at night.

The window of our room faces the moon. Even if the lights are not turned on, the moonlight dispels the darkness. I like to stare at the sky outside the window, and sometimes I stare at it all night long. It seems that I often do this after breaking up. I am constantly hysterical and have constant insomnia.

One day Lisa got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and found that I was not sleeping. She took a guitar and sat next to me, playing with me all night. She said she liked me very much. She said she was very similar to me when she was her age. We even had similar eyes. She never asked me anything, but she seemed to understand everything.

I no longer felt so miserable at night. We often chatted and drank together, sometimes until late at night, but I no longer suffered from insomnia. I was always accompanied by the sound of her guitar. When I fell asleep, I never thought that a strange woman would heal me and accompany me through those sad days.

On the last day I stayed at the youth hostel, we all sat in the living room and chatted until late. By then, I had gotten to know everyone in the hostel, and I was really reluctant to say goodbye. Lisa cried like a A two hundred pound fat man.

Everyone gave me a lot of snacks. We talked a lot that day. It was the first time I mentioned what happened before I came here. Lisa said: "You have a pair of beautiful eyes and a big heart. To hold the whole world in your heart, don’t give in to love. "To this day, I often think of what she said.

I went to bed that night and fell asleep as quickly as I had on my first day here. The difference is that I had a very good dream, dreaming that I have always lived here, dreamed of living with this group of interesting guys, Lisa’s cat was fed to a big fat man by me, the sun is always warm, and we have always been Youthful appearance.

Except for pictures 7 and 8, these two were taken by others, and the others were taken by the respondent inside and outside the hotel. Oh, and among the pictures put together in picture 2, three of them were taken by the hostel on Ctrip. Picture posted.