Because the two live in Yan Leng's house, they usually pay more attention, especially, Yan Leng was lying on the ground to deal with Wen Jiàn, Cen Ge sat on the sofa on the side and read a book, the incomparably harmonious and somewhat unusual atmosphere between the two was keenly noticed by Yan's mother, and the two even avoided staying together in the same place as much as possible, and finally spent this difficult and somewhat exciting time safely.

If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight, for them, the two of them will go through such a long time together, from black hair to white hair, where do they need to care about these short days.

And in the past few days, the only thing that made Yan Leng a little uneasy was the dream that Cen Ge had, in contrast, Cen Ge could see it, it was just a dream, and he made fun of Yan Leng for being so strict as a dream. Cen Ge didn't care, because he didn't know, it wasn't a complete dream, in his previous life, he really felt those pains and despairs, but in this life, he forgot about it. But Yan Leng didn't forget, Cen Ge wouldn't understand what kind of gains and losses he had in his heart. In this life, he is not afraid of anything, because they will go on together, but if Cen Ge has the memory of his previous life, will he leave him? He doesn't know, so he is afraid, he can't bear the pain of losing Cen Ge again.

Fortunately, Cen Ge never had such a dream again, and every night, he slept peacefully, and Yan Leng's heart that was hanging in the air was temporarily placed in his stomach.

Yan Leng is a person who has already died once, for him, everything is to redeem, and what he can do is not to be afraid of Cen Ge to get his memory back, let alone to suspect their feelings, but to work hard to manage their love, until one day, even if Cen Ge finds his memory, he is unwilling to leave him, and now it is far from enough.

Under the banner of the last holiday, Yan Leng dragged Cen Ge onto the train to Qinghai, and tossed for two whole days to Qinghai.

It wasn't until he got on the big truck bound for Tibet that Cen Ge discovered that Yan Leng had premeditated.

Look at the down jacket on the left and a coat on the right in the bag, a pair of hiking shoes, sun hats, scarves, protective gloves, knee pads, and even sunglasses, or professional windproof sunglasses. Look at another small bag, gastrointestinal medicine, cold medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, motion sickness medicine, headache powder, painkillers, band-aids, all commonly used medicines are readily available, as well as some chocolate, some water, at a glance, it is planned for a long time, fully prepared.

However, Cen Ge also felt that it didn't matter, when the two of them were together, it was good to go anywhere, since Yan Leng wanted to go to Tibet, why not go to Tibet? In Cen Ge's view, compared with the warm mountains and soft waters in the south of the Yangtze River, it was more magnificent.

Their first stop was of course Lhasa, the temperature in Lhasa at this time was neither high nor low, not as cold as in winter, nor as hot as a sauna in Jiangzhou, but the sky was high and the sun was strong. Yan Leng and Cen Ge took out their sunglasses and put them on, and put on all the sunscreen equipment, holding an umbrella, which was not uncomfortable at all, but very comfortable.

Yan Leng and Cen Ge walked slowly along the high and low roads of Lhasa, and when they reached the high place, they took a deep breath, and the whole person was purified, not at all like the pollution in the city, and the air in Tibet was unique.

As far as the eye can see, Tibet's unique architectural dwellings gather into a piece, scattered and dense, in the middle is a dazzling sheep's intestine path, not like a real road, but like a painted pattern, strips of various colors flutter in the air, looking from afar, brilliant as flying sky.

Cen Ge has lived for 17 years, never left Jiangzhou City, and now he sees the magnificent scenery of Tibet, and his chest is full of pride.

And Yan Leng, who has lived for two lifetimes, is not the first time he has come to Tibet, he has been here in his previous life, and together with Cen Ge's ashes, he has promised to go to every place in China with Cen Ge, and let every place leave their footsteps. And when I came here again, my mood was very different, obviously I didn't come to the foot of the Potala Palace, but I had already heard the Sanskrit sound in my ears, like hearing the treasure scriptures.

Yan Leng looked at this Cen Ge standing side by side with him on the land of Tibet, and felt that his heart was surging, and a hot current flowed through his heart, and he couldn't help himself.

It just so happened that at this time, Cen Ge turned his head and collided with his gaze, so strong that he almost burned each other's eyes, even if he was wearing sunglasses, he couldn't separate the light in each other's eyes, in that light, it was their reflection in each other's eyes and their loyalty and passion for love, even in this place that had been illuminated by the sun for thousands of years, it was still not inferior.

Above them was the clear blue sky of Tibet, and occasionally eagles flew by. And under their feet is the land that contains their most fiery love.

It was in this place, the sky above and the land beneath their feet, that witnessed their oath together.

Facing this majestic snow-capped mountain, the two knelt on this solid land, interlocked their fingers, bowed three times, kowtowed, and saluted.

Even if no one will bless them, they will still be fulfilled by this heaven and earth, and no suffering can separate them, not even death, because they have already agreed that they will live together, die together, live, they will be together, and when they die, they will also enter the underworld together, and on the road to Huangquan, it is better than suffering alone.

The two stood up, their interlocking fingers never separated, their hands clenched even more, and their powerful fingers responded to each other's strength, as if they were about to pull each other into their arms in the next second. The two of them just interlocked their fingers with one hand and hugged each other with the other, both wanting to rub each other into their arms and never separate.

It is when the love is strong, the entanglement of the tongue with the tongue, the sucking and biting of the teeth and lips, like two hungry beasts, even if the lip flap is cracked, and the blood is not willing to let go.

The love of two men should have been a bite of mutual aggression, an uncompromising attack, until the other person was completely defeated. And now, because they are willing to give everything for their love, step by step, without the aggression that is pressing step by step, without the victory and humiliation of the conqueror and the vanquished, without the endless struggle that must be divided into high and low, neither of them has lost their dignity in this love.

True love will never end with the victory or defeat of one party, because they will only lose both sides when they are pressing step by step, and victory will always belong to the king.