The morning light in Tibet always comes so early, and when the sky is gray, Populus euphratica is already up in bed.

Bright incandescent lights drive away the pre-dawn darkness in the kitchen.

Hu Yang stood in front of the stove with a happy smile on his face, cooking his wife Song Wenxian's favorite meal before.

One of the happiest moments for him at that time was to eat with her.

That means she's right there for her.

Time passed between the flipping of the shovel in the hands of Populus.

After about an hour, the dish was finally cooked, and there were her favorite kung pao chicken, husband and wife lung slices, fish-flavored shredded pork and back pot meat......

But before, he didn't want her to eat too much kung pao chicken.

Compared with other dishes, this dish is too popular for Cantonese people.

Of course, the dishes of Tianfu are so spicy that they are not suitable for the taste of Cantonese people.

Populus seldom does it for her.

But as long as she speaks, she basically won't refuse.

This time he made a big portion.

The only regret is that these ingredients are not very fresh, not the kind that has just been slaughtered, and they are all brought by him last time when he came back from Shiquan.

The weather is so cold, the part-time job is a natural refrigerator, and the ingredients are not bad at all.

It's just that it lacks the taste of freshness.

Although with the financial resources of Populus euphratica, it is completely possible for people to send fresh ones, even by air.

But he knew that his wife Song Wenxian didn't like this kind of extravagance and waste, so he didn't do it.

All the dishes he cooked were already in the insulated box next to him.

If this kind of weather is not preserved, it will become cold and solidified in minutes, and it may even be frozen.

In particular, the weather in the early winter of Ali in Tibetan areas is particularly cold this year.

After simply cleaning up, Hu Yang carried a thermos box in his right hand and a basket in his left hand, which contained some incense and candles for worship.

Looking up at the east, the sky has revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly.

The sun is about to break through the earth......

He exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and a burst of white mist rose in front of him.

looked at the West affectionately, and said silently in his heart: "Wen Xian, I came to see you." ”

Then she left the school and walked towards the place where she was sleeping.

The snow on the road is a bit thick.

Leaving clear and obvious footprints on the ground, he walked slowly but surely.

After walking for about half an hour, the sun had already come out, and the early morning sun was falling on his back.

I don't know if it's the thought of seeing her soon, and the excitement in my heart causes excessive adrenaline secretion and makes my body warm, or the sun falls on my body and warms.

Turning a small hill, the snow-covered hill in front of her was her resting place.

Originally, there was a seasonal river at the bottom of the mountain, but the cold winter had already frozen it.

Hu Yang stood in front of the col and watched quietly, not knowing what was in his heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The pace of moving again became easier.

Maybe he wanted her to know that he was happy, and that he was just as happy without her.

Because when she held her hand tightly, she was not only entrusted, but more worried, afraid that she would be sad and sink and not be able to get out.

It's not that she's narcissistic, it's that she knows Populus more than she knows herself, and how much he loves her.

He loves him more than he loves himself.

Feet on the snow, leaving only a line of lonely and affectionate footprints.

Populus euphratica stood in front of the high raised grave, and the surroundings were clean and tidy, and no cattle came to spoil it.

I guess the villagers deliberately avoided this area when they were grazing.

This is a simple way for them to thank the poplar couple.

Place the insulated box and the basket containing the sacrificial items aside.

Squat down, roll up your sleeves and gently wipe the white snow on it.

Sweep it away little by little with your hand.

During the whole process, Hu Yang just looked at her affectionately, and did not speak, not that she had nothing to say, but that there were too many words that she didn't know where to start.

On the way here, he began to organize the language in his mind, what to tell her, where to start, because there were so many things he wanted to tell her.

But when I really got in front of her, I found that a thousand words were not as simple as a simple companionship.

The snow on the grave disappeared little by little.

When the poplar cleared the surrounding snow, he found that there were still many petals of Gesang flowers left in the snow.

Looking at the petals that were specially stacked together by himself, Hu Yang's eyes revealed a sense of relief.

These must have been given to her by the children.

No matter what the reason, being able to put a bouquet of Gesang flowers in front of her grave proves that they are grateful people and know what she has done for it.

Populus euphratica lit some incense candles and lit the paper.

This is the sacrificial custom of their Han children, not the custom here in Tibet.

Although she chose to bury herself in Tibet, she chose to use the Han tradition for burial instead of following the local method of celestial burial or cremation.

Burial, this funeral, because in the eyes of the local people in Tibetan areas, only people who have done bad things in their lives use this burial, and the buried person will never be reincarnated.

None of this affected her, though.

The smoke of the incense candles quickly dissipated in the cold wind, as if to convey to her that her beloved husband was coming.

When the insulated box was opened, a hot mist accompanied by the aroma rose.

"Wen Xian, I've come to see you!" Hu Yang said softly, looking at the picture of her smiling brightly on the tombstone.

His lips trembled as he took out the food from the incubator.

It's not cold, it's because of excitement and too much longing.

She is the woman he loves most in his life, and she has long been integrated into his soul and can no longer be separated.

Hu Yang's eyes also turned red instantly, and he thought he could face her with a smile.

Now I find that I think so much about her.

Stretching out a trembling hand, he gently stroked her already frozen smile.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say what she missed in her heart, but she couldn't make a sound.

"You said that men can't cry if they have tears, but I just can't help it, isn't it particularly useless. Hu Yang's voice choked.

"But I want you to upset you now, I want you to say that I scold me, I want to hear your voice. With a faint pleading.

When she was dying, Hu Yang cried, crying inhumanly, hoping that she could hold on and not leave herself.

Song Wenxian touched his face and said that she didn't like the way he cried, and if she cried again, she wouldn't talk to him, she hoped that her husband would be a man who stood up to the sky.

is a man who bleeds without tears and doesn't like to cry like a.

At that time, Hu Yang turned his head and ran out, wiped the tears on his face fiercely, and forcibly returned to the bed with an "ugly" smile.

Tell her that she will never cry again.

But..... But every time I think of her, I can't help but shed tears of longing when I see her.

This was the only time that Populus Hu disobeyed and did not listen to her.

However, after a long time, the familiar voice was not heard, only the unchanged face in the photo on the tombstone.

And look deeply at their own loving gaze.

Populus euphratica looked a little depressed.

"Wen Xian, this is your favorite dish before, and I don't know if you still like it now, there are no leeks. He looked at her and whispered.

She is allergic to leeks, but Populus euphratica loves to eat leeks.

I didn't know it at the time, and I always wanted to share what I liked with her.

Every time she laughed and groaned, but in moderation.

Until one time, she overdosed and became ill.

After sending her to the hospital in a hurry, I found out that she was allergic to leeks or severe allergies.

After blaming herself, she was also angry and asked her why she didn't tell herself.

It's not because she hides it from herself, it's because she doesn't care for her body.

Hu Yang clearly remembered that her lips were white, and she said to herself with a smile while lying on the hospital bed: "I love you, I have to love everything you have, leek allergies, I want to try to overcome it." ”

He was both distressed and moved.

But since then, Populus euphratica has never eaten leeks again, and she has been able to risk her life to overcome the allergen leek.

Why can't I give it up for her?