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Journey. Lhasa. Farewell

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    The post office on Mount Everest was not open, and the postcards brought back from Lhasa were not sent out, so I chose two of them for hfs and qf.  Among them is one with Tsangyang Gyatso as the theme, and the poem in it is "That Life".  Someone sent it to p, and p didn't like postcards, so he wrote Dabing's famous quote and sent it to you. You originally planned to send it back to her on Mount Everest, but it failed.  When I heard hfs play Tsangyang Gyatso's poetry recitation on the road, I always wanted to give it to him, but p has already written the text, and you have already written the address before coming here.

    In the end, I still wanted to send Tsangyang Gyatso's postcard to hfs, so I decided that way.

    A postcard for qf, a little boy lying on his side with his eyes slightly closed in the dim light of the night, accompanied by the lyrics of Mayday's "Hug":

    ? Yesterday was too close, tomorrow is too far away, listen to the night silently

    ? Evening wind kisses, lotus leaves, let me fall drunk by the pool

    You like this phrase very much.

    After packing up and dressing up, I stood at the door of hfs and qf's room with my bag on my back and knocked on the door.

    hfs opened the door, seemed to have just gotten up, and was brushing his teeth.

    "I'm here to say goodbye," you said.

    "qf, get up."

    You walked in and saw qf sitting up from the bed, sleepy-eyed.

    "This is for you, just a postcard, I hope you don't mind." You take the prepared postcard to qf.

    "This is for you. There are words written in it. It was originally sent to a classmate, but it was not sent. Don't be disgusted." He said to hfs.

    "Why doesn't mine have words?" Qf said, shaking the postcard in his hand.

    "That's because I didn't write it before I came here."

    "This was originally sent to someone else, but it feels appropriate to give it to you." You said, and felt that it was not very good to say so.

    "Is it suitable for me?" hfs picked it up and took a look, then threw it on the bed again.

    "No, I just feel like you might like it." You said.

    "Should I take you to the train station?" qf asked.

    "No, I can go there by myself."

    "Then I'm leaving, bye."

    "Think about me." qf said.

    "Yeah." You responded obediently as you turned around, but you don't know that you will really miss them non-stop after you go back, and they must have forgotten themselves.

    "Goodbye." You say goodbye to hfs.

    "Remember to contact us on WeChat." hfs said to your leaving figure.

    "Okay." But no, there is no reason to contact.

    There is no news of the farewell, only those who do not want to leave are still thinking about it.

    I didn't want to say "goodbye", as if "goodbye" was a promise to meet again in the future, but I have already said "never see each other".

    There is no sadness of parting, and I feel happy because I gave a gift I wanted to give. After a long time, I miss them and the days in Tibet.  Your grief is always belated.

    After two days of train ride, I was finally able to stand outside the train station in Changsha.

    When I woke up from a nap that afternoon, I had the illusion that I was still in Lhasa in a trance, and as my consciousness regained consciousness, those days gradually went away.

    When I first came back, it seemed as if I hadn't been here for many years; after I slept, it seemed that I had never left.

    The ordinary days began to recover, and the brilliant days were gone.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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