At the moment when Jiang Jianming stepped into the hospital, Hu Yang also walked into the chanting hall of the thousand-year-old Jokhang Temple, sitting cross-legged on the ground and following the lamas to chant the scriptures.

He was about to leave Tibet, and he couldn't forget it.

I hope to express my thoughts about my wife and my love for this land.

Pass it on in chanting.

Pray that she will hear what she has to say to her in the chanting.

I hope to hold hands again in the next life!

...............

In the ward, the doctor is doing the final work before the operation.

There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the quiet ward, and Dr. Zhou's brow couldn't help but furrow.

The door was opened.

All of them looked out the door.

A man in a lively 80's outfit, with a huge radio in his hand, a beard, and red eyes stood outside the door.

He looked at his wife on the bed, his lips trembled a few times, and his trembling hand pressed the play button on the radio.

[Because I love you]

[Because I dream of your dreams]

[So grieve your sorrow]

【Happiness with your happiness】

.......

...........

Jiang Jianming's hoarse voice watched his wife sing "Holding Hands" affectionately......

Finally, he went to his wife's bedside, put down the radio, got down on one knee, and pulled out a ring from a steel cart from his trouser pocket.

Grab her hand and bring her .....

Chen Yue had already burst into tears, when Jiang Jianming appeared at the door wearing this.

She knew that the man who had taken her hand had returned....

Listen to his singing, and the ring in his finger.

Chen Yue felt that even if she would never wake up after that, she would have no regrets.

She didn't choose the wrong .....

Dr. Zhou stopped a doctor behind him who wanted to speak.

For this operation, he still has a lot of technical confidence, and the only thing he worries about is the patient's will and desire to survive.

Now he is relieved and more confident.

....................

Hu Yang didn't know what was happening in the demon capital, and his heart slowly calmed down in Jinglun's voice.

Talk to the old lamas in the temple about the scriptures and the Buddha.

Naturally, it is not at the level of "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform; there is nothing in the first place, where can it cause dust!"

That kind of is too profound, and it hasn't reached that level.

As for pretending, it's definitely going to be that or something.....

These old lamas will discuss with you what makes you doubt your life.

If you don't have that ability, don't pretend casually.

And most of the time Populus euphratica listens to what the other party says, and sometimes he will talk about his own opinions about it, as well as some incomprehensible points.

The old lama did not dislike it, and always gave him an answer very kindly.

Finally, after having a meal at the temple.

He left the Jokhang Temple.

His expression was no longer as sad and reluctant as before.

Return to the hotel, pack your luggage, check out, and head to the airport.....

There was no delay, and I have to say that it is a good thing.

The plane slowly climbed, and Hu Yang sat by the window and watched the smaller and smaller mountains.

His calm heart in the Jokhang Temple still couldn't help but be sad.

Ten years ago, a couple walked out of the cabin holding hands.

Now, only one person has left alone, and the other is here forever.

Populus euphratica stared blankly at the clouds outside the window.

It's so beautiful in the sun.

I'm gone, and I'll be back next time with the seeds of hope.

Wait for me......

The plane grew higher and higher, and above the clouds, there was a sea of clouds below.

..................

The mountains behind him are getting farther and farther away, pull down the baffle and close your eyes, thinking about nothing.

A four-hour flight, a safe journey.

The kind of protagonist in the novel who is on a plane always has a stunning beauty sitting next to him, seeing him with red eyes, handing him a tissue and asking him curiously what happened.

I really think too much....

There is indeed a woman sitting next to Hu Yang, but an aunt is still the kind who wears an eye mask to sleep as soon as she gets on the plane.

As for encountering gangsters hijacking, it is even more whimsical, and this kind of person can only encounter people who can win the first prize if they buy lottery tickets.

The most common situation is to encounter a strong turbulence.

Of course, the flight attendant asked for an autograph, and this happened.

But I definitely won't rush over and tweet for autographs and group photos.

Instead, a glass of water was delivered, with a notebook and a pen underneath, and a soft request would not disturb the way of the other guests.

Of course, Hu Yang will not refuse their request.

There is no dragon flying and phoenix dancing, simple single-end upright block writing.

This is a habit that I have developed as a teacher for ten years.

Because when children are learning new words, they will always unconsciously imitate the words written by the teacher.

They think that the teacher's handwriting is the most beautiful.

Therefore, many volunteer teachers and rural teachers can write good handwriting.

It's not a bad word like a ghost painting.

When the flight attendant started to broadcast and said that she was about to arrive at Beijing International Airport, Hu Yang still had many passengers slowly waking up.

When Populus euphratica walked out of the cabin.

The flight attendants standing at the door smiled and said, "Welcome Mr. Hu to take this flight next time!"

"Thank you, for the chance. Hu Yang smiled and nodded.

Just got off the plane.

As for the surprised eyes of the passengers behind him, he didn't care about it, and got into the shuttle bus.

Since the previous salute has been delivered to a fellow scholar, it is just a backpack, so naturally there is no need to wait for the salute.

Populus had just come out of the hall.

Then I heard a crisp and happy shout.

"Brother-in-law, here, here...."

Along with the prestige, the little sister-in-law Song Wenya raised her hand and swayed excitedly.

He looked at Populus with a big smile on his face.

Populus also smiled.

walked out quickly along the flow of people, only to see her and several of her classmates running over.

"Brother-in-law, you are darker and thinner than the last time you came back. Song Wenya took Hu Yang's hand and pouted.

Hu Yang reached out and touched her head.

With doting in her eyes, she said, "Little girl, you seem to have become fat." ”

"I hate it, I'm not fat, and I'm not a little girl anymore, and don't touch my head again, it's so shameless. ”

Although she said that, she did not take the hand that poplar placed on top of her head.

Instead, there is a feeling of enjoyment.

When I first met Song Wenya.

She seems to be a little girl of five or six years old.

Hu Yang bought her with a two-cent popsicle and asked her to call her brother-in-law.

"Don't you introduce your classmates to your brother-in-law?" Hu Yang said with a smile.

"Hehe, brother-in-law, my name is Chen Xiangmei, and I am in the same bedroom as Xiaoya. A girl in a white dress said with a smile.

"Hello brother-in-law, my name is Liu Xiaoai, and I am also in the same bedroom with Xiaoya. She looked at Hu Yang in a sky blue dress and said.

"Brother Yang, my name is Han Xiaorui, I like your songs very much, and I can sing them. The last girl in light makeup held out her hand and smiled.

"Hello, thank you for taking care of Xiaoya, there was something wrong with her before, please bear with me. Hu Yang also stretched out his hand to shake them.

Looking around, this is not the place to speak.

And it's getting late.

"You shouldn't have eaten, so find a place to eat first. Hu Yang smiled at them.

Then he walked them out of the airport.

Four little girls followed.

PS: That's all for today, I'm going out for a run and exercise, people who sit all day are going to be wasted, and all kinds of cervical spondylosis are coming.....