Why indulge in debauchery and become obsessed with strangers?

 　　The sky, as blue as the ocean, was filled with fluffy white clouds. A highway stretched into the distance, lined with lush green trees. Their car sped along, and inside, Ho Po-wing, wearing black sunglasses, cheered wildly. The wind tousled his hair. Lai Yiu-fai, in the driver's seat, watched Ho Po-wing's unrestrained laughter, like a wild rose blooming freely in a field.

　　Lai Yiu-fai stood by the roadside, covering his face, the scene replaying in his mind. He lowered his hand; Ho Po-wing was already far away, never looking back.

　　"Excuse me, how do I get to the waterfall?"

　　"This road doesn't lead to the waterfall."

　　Lai Yiu-fai frowned helplessly, then ran back, carrying a waterfall lantern.

　　"You said you knew how to read a map, but you took the wrong road!"

　　"Taking the wrong road doesn't mean you'll die, does it? Just turn around!" Ho Po-wing said irritably, throwing off the blanket covering his head.

　　Lai Yiu-fai threw the light into the car, slammed the door shut twice, and prepared to drive off. After fiddling with the keys for a while, he leaned back in his seat and cursed, "Buying a car is worse than taking the bus! This piece of junk won't even move!" Seeing that Ho Po-wing ignored him, he turned and said, "You do it!" before getting into the passenger seat.

　　Ho Po-wing got up from the back seat, angrily opened the car door, and said like a child throwing a tantrum, "Having junk is better than having nothing!" He slammed the door shut again. "Everyone's not rich, it's better than crammed onto a bus for over thirty hours!"

　　"That's what travel is all about!"

　　"I never thought it would be like this!" Ho Po-wing fiddled with the car for a while longer, but it still wouldn't move.

　　"Could you please get out and push the car?" Ho Po-wing said in a complaining tone. Lai Yiu-fai got out of the car like a block of wood and pushed the back of the car. The car started moving, but Ho Po-wing didn't stop. Lai Yiu-fai wanted to chase after him, feeling wronged, but could only watch the car drive away. After driving for a while, Ho Po-wing stopped the car, lit a cigarette, and waited for Lai Yiu-fai to run up from behind.

　　The sky was covered with low-hanging clouds, and in the distance, the sky and the road seemed to meet, stretching as far as the eye could see. The road extended into the distance, also seemingly without end, just as they didn't know where they were going. Inside the car, Ho Po-wing drove listlessly, a cigarette dangling from his lips, while Lai Yiu-fai, cigarette in hand, gazed out the window.

　　That day, they hadn't found a hotel, so they made do for the night in the car: Ho Po-wing slept in the back seat under a blanket, while Lai Yiu-fai dozed off in the driver's seat. However, Lai Yiu-fai woke up very early, turned to look at Ho Po-wing, who was still asleep with a cigarette in his mouth, scratched the back of his head, took out a map, and studied it for a long time, trying to figure out where they were and how far they were from the falls. After a while, still without any clues, he grabbed a bottle of wine, got out of the car to get some fresh air and clear his head, and tried to study the map properly outside, but he was still completely overwhelmed.

　　After an unknown amount of time, Ho Po-wing woke up and opened his eyes. All he could see was the car roof. He tilted his head slightly and saw Lai Yiu-fai outside, scratching his head and looking at a map. His eyes then swept over the steering wheel, the driver's seat, the waterfall lights, and the red carpet. Seeing these, Ho Po-wing impatiently threw off the carpet, got out of the car, and walked into a grassy area ahead, hands in his pockets.

　　"Hey, where are you going?"

　　Ho Po-wing ignored Lai Yiu-fai and walked straight into the distance. Seeing that Ho Po-wing didn't answer, Lai Yiu-fai turned around and nervously scratched the back of his head, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

　　A moment later, Ho Po-wing returned, but didn't walk towards Lai Yiu-fai; he just stood by the roadside gazing across the street. Lai Yiu-fai cautiously walked over and stood beside Ho Po-wing.

　　"Lai Yiu-fai, aren't you feeling a bit bored?" These words immediately made Lai Yiu-fai's heart skip a beat.

　　"..."

　　"These past few days have been so boring being with you. How about we separate for a while, and then we can start over?"

　　Lai Yiu-fai slowly looked at Ho Po-wing's gaze, then quickly looked away. After a moment of silence, he turned and walked towards the car like a puppet. Ho Po-wing prepared to hail a taxi, but finding none available, he disappeared into the open field without looking back.

　　Lai Yiu-fai understood that Ho Po-wing's "starting over" had two meanings: either they could start over and continue their relationship, or they could each begin their own lives, unrelated to each other. But Ho Po-wing always only meant one thing.

　　Finding work in Argentina was difficult because he wasn't familiar with the language, and there weren't many Chinese people there, so he often ran into obstacles. After separating from Ho Po-wing, Lai Yiu-fai went to Buenos Aires. After searching for a long time, he finally found a job as a waiter in a bar, one of the city's famous tango performance venues, where he could enjoy the dancers' graceful movements across the black and white checkered patterns every night. Feeling utterly frustrated, he could only squat by the door each day, listening to the noisy singing and dancing inside the tavern.

　　After separating from Ho Po-wing, Lai Yiu-fai's life had indeed become much simpler, a monotonous routine between his rented single apartment and the tavern, with little ups and downs. Lai Yiu-fai probably liked this peaceful life, but something always seemed to be missing. Every time he returned to his apartment late at night, the eerie silence of the streetlights, the halo of light like a protective glow, would bring him Ho Po-wing sitting in the light, looking at him pitifully. But Lai Yiu-fai wouldn't stop. He knew Ho Po-wing couldn't possibly be here, and he didn't even know he was here. Judging by Ho Po-wing's appearance, he wouldn't suffer too much here, but given his personality, he certainly wouldn't be content. How Ho Po-wing would survive, Lai Yiu-fai didn't know. He had always lacked self-sufficiency, and in this foreign land, it was even more difficult.

　　Seeing a bus approach, Lai Yiu-fai took a deep drag of his cigarette, then used the advertisement to greet the disembarking customers. Sometimes, some ill-tempered customers would throw the advertisement in their faces. The area was crowded and noisy with many waiters and customers.

　　"Welcome, welcome, welcome, please come in..."

　　"Welcome, welcome, welcome, please come in..."

　　Lai Yiu-fai obsequiously ushered the last customer inside, preparing to rest for a moment before welcoming the next group. Turning back, he saw a car pull up beside the bar street, and several men got out.

　　One of them was Ho Po-wing; Lai Yiu-fai hadn't mistaken him. The first man to get out was indeed Ho Po-wing, wearing sunglasses and a plaid jacket, who got out of the car with a smug, arrogant smile. Several foreigners followed, making intimate gestures with Ho Po-wing, their laughter echoing as Lai Yiu-fai watched them escort him into the bar. Ho Po-wing ignored Lai Yiu-fai; Lai Yiu-fai simply stared in serious shock as Ho Po-wing's profile passed by. An accordion began to play inside the pub, filling the room with lively music.

　　A pair of dancers embraced and twirled, the music echoing throughout the pub. Ho Po-wing watched her foreign boyfriend play cards with others, occasionally throwing a playful tantrum. Lai Yiu-fai, outside the door, wrapped his coat tighter, feeling frustrated but helpless. All he could do was vent his frustration by smoking, standing silently outside. After a moment, Ho Po-wing removed her sunglasses and kissed her foreign boyfriend. They embraced and kissed. Just then, Lai Yiu-fai, a cigarette dangling from his lips, peered through the large window and witnessed Ho Po-wing's actions. He had never imagined Ho Po-wing would actually do such a thing in front of him. Disappointment, indifference, unease, and jealousy surged through him instantly.

　　Ho Po-wing possessed beauty; his beauty was enough to sustain him. It seemed he only needed to unleash his charm in different arms. Lai Yiu-fai understood this, but he never imagined Ho Po-wing would actually do it. Why had he come to Buenos Aires, and why had he chosen this particular pub? Was it all just to incite jealousy in him? Lai Yiu-fai's thoughts were in turmoil; all his ideas had followed Ho Po-wing into that tavern.

　　A few hours later, Ho Po-wing and his group left the tavern. This time, Ho Po-wing was the last to come out, angrily throwing down a pack of cigarettes. Before getting into the car, he tidied his hair, glanced around, and finally got in with a slightly uneasy expression. Lai Yiu-fai, who was sitting opposite eating bread, saw everything. As their car started to move, he involuntarily stood up, went to the back of the car, and watched it drive away, wishing he could pull out a pistol and shoot them immediately.

　　Inside the car, He Baorong lit a cigarette. In the embers, he raised his chin, squinted, and turned back triumphantly. After a few seconds, he turned back again, tilting his head back as if deep in thought. The light and shadow fell on half of his face, making him look forlorn. He turned his head to the side, took a reluctant drag of his cigarette, and his eyes were full of disappointment.