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Chapter 22: Far away

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    It was late at night, some people began to sleep soundly, some people started to revel, and I finally decided to leave.  Pack everything up and wait quietly for the dawn.

    When the first ray of sunlight enters the room from the window in the morning, a new day announces its arrival.

    The taxi was already waiting for me downstairs. The driver was very enthusiastic and offered to help me with my luggage.  In fact, I have very few things, but after all, my left hand is already like that, and I can't force it if I want to.

    The car started

    ? Before boarding the plane, I called Uncle Wu and asked him to tell my parents that I went to relax by myself, so that they could rest assured, and asked him to help me clean up the apartment by the way, and the house was also rented out.  I hesitated whether to tell Zihao or not, I couldn't imagine how he would react if he couldn't find me, would he be as decadent as that time, but I was really tired.  I took out the calling card and threw it in the trash.

    I'm sorry, Zihao, forgive my selfishness, I still can't repay your affection in this life, forget me

    Time can heal pain, dilute memories, and make confused people sober.  And I chose to escape, I admit that I just want to escape, I need some time to find myself, and I need a new environment to give me the courage to start from scratch.

    In less than two months, I lived a free life. Every time I went to a new place, I would send a postcard to my parents and tell them that I was fine.  I have been to Lhasa and enjoyed the magnificence of the Potala Palace and felt the simple enthusiasm of the people there; I have been to Lijiang and walked on the ancient bridges and felt the simplicity of this ancient city;  On the beach, I felt the inherent heroism of the northerners; when I went to Luoyang, I worshiped devoutly in front of the Lushena Buddha, as if I saw the ups and downs of the legendary life of Empress Wu in the past. I really want to ask her, among the father and son  Who did she give her true feelings to

    Now, I have come to a small town in the south of the Yangtze Riverthe quaint streets, the small bridges and flowing water, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, there is no hustle and bustle of cars and horns, and no noisy disturbances of life.

    I walked into a small shop decorated very classically, and sat down by the window, from where I could see the lush trees outside the house and hear the clear sound of the stream flowing slowly, I closed my eyes, even  I can smell the dirt, and I can't remember how long my heart hasn't been as peaceful as it is now.

    Think back to the beginning, the reason why I chose the city of Lhasa was just because no one would think that I would go there, I didn't want to be disturbed, let alone be found by anyone.  In that old city no one knew me, nor would I know anyone.  But when I actually got there and lived there for a while, I even fell in love with it a little bit.  I remember that when I passed the Jokhang Temple, there were some long-headed believers around it, and devout worshipers could be seen everywhere in the wide square.  What that scene brought me was a feeling I had never had before, and it was a spiritual shock.  It was only at that second that I realized that belief can also have power and life.  Tibetan people believe in Buddhism and are very tolerant towards others. Most Tibetans are very simple and enthusiastic. They like to make friends and chat with people.  In that atmosphere, unknowingly, many knots in my heart were gradually untied, and many things that I had been obsessed with had also been let go.  Starting again, the heart is relaxed. It turns out that the most beautiful scenery can be reaped only by traveling without distractions.

    The tea in the store is very fragrant. Although I don't understand tea, I still think the tea tastes very good.

    Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window leisurely, I accidentally saw a person sitting under the shade of a tree in the distance, holding a drawing board in his hand, and looking in my direction from time to time.  I am not surprised by this. This kind of delicate town will always attract some talented people to sketch.

    I looked over there, and I was a little crazy. It was a very harmonious picture. It's a pity that I didn't bring a drawing board, otherwise I could record this unique scenery with lines.  The person over there seemed to sense that I was looking at him, put away the drawing board, and nodded slightly in my direction. I felt a little sorry for disturbing his interest, so I also nodded to signal him, and then stopped looking.  he.

    "May I sit down?" The voice was very soft, and it was not difficult to imagine that it should be a very humble man.

    I raised my head curiously, and couldn't believe it. The man in front of me was tall and thin, and besides his handsome appearance, he actually had such a refined temperament.  But even so, I still saw the indelible sadness in his eyes.

    "Please sit down." I have to say that I am full of curiosity about the man in front of me, curious about where a man like him with both talents and looks should be living a life of vitality and ease, but where does the heavy sadness come from.

    "I was a little presumptuous just now, I hope you don't mind." He put the drawing board on the? in front of my eyes.

    There is a carved wooden window in the painting, and a woman leaning on the window thinking, yes, that person is me.

    I looked at the woman in the painting, and I was a little lost. This is how I look in the eyes of outsiders.

    "You look a lot like a friend of mine, especially the eyes, and she also likes to lean against the window to watch the scenery." Seeing that I was silent, he explained.

    "Girlfriend?" I asked back.

    "It doesn't count, because we are not together." There was no sadness in the man's words, but it was full of regret. "You can only see despair in your eyes."

    "Really?" I wasn't surprised, because Zihao once said that every time he looked at me, he wanted to touch my eyes, and didn't want it to be so sad forever, "Then where is she now?"

    "in the sky¡­¡­"

    At that moment, we were all silent.

    "That was two years ago"

    For a whole afternoon, the man told me a story called "Missed", a childhood sweetheart who could not withstand the trick of fate.  Now, the green plums have withered and the bamboo horses are old, I seem to understand why the sadness in his eyes is lingering, it is a kind of regret that can never be made up

    "It's getting late, and I'm leaving too. I'll leave this painting for you as a souvenir."

    When I sent him away, he said to me: "Cherish what you have now. Life is impermanent. Don't wait until you lose it completely to know what you really want in your heart. At that time, you will really regret it. Although I don't know  Your name, but I can feel that you are also a person with a story. I wish you happiness!"

    Looking at his back, another person appeared in front of my eyes. Until now, I finally understand who I love in my heart.

    Zihao, I've kept you waiting for too long, I'm back!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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