Tibet is the yearning that she and Ji Yu share. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ji Yu once wrote in his chat: The girl I like said that she hopes to write a prayer for a person there next to the Mani stone pile on the shore of Namtso Lake, wholeheartedly, and never leave.

At that time, she commented: Oh, this little melancholy! At first glance, you are unrequited love, and I hope you will take down that girl as soon as possible, and then take her to show affection!

At that time, he replied: Okay.

Ji Yu looked at her who was still jumping around humming "All Things", there was a thick smile on his lips, and asked, "Are you not afraid of altitude sickness?" ”

She shook her head: "Everything has you!" ”

Ji Yu doted and glared at her: "It's uncomfortable, don't cry with me!" ”

She pursed her lips and wrinkled her eyebrows: "Who is rare!" ”

It's a pity that even if I'm rare, I don't have a chance. Three hours before departure, his face changed because of a phone call, she sat on the suitcase, looked at his desire to speak and stopped waving her hand, and dialed Lin Yixuan's phone: "Now exercise the bet on call, within an hour to Nancheng Airport, I want to go to Tibet, ask for accompaniment." ”

Ji Yu opened his mouth a few times, but didn't say anything after all.

She waved her hand in understanding and said: "The company's affairs are more important, go ahead, I am not the only confidant of you." ”

The stolen time will eventually be returned.

Then she takes a step back, retreats to a position where she doesn't expect to be together, and retreats to a position where she can talk to you well.

Mount Everest is, as the tour recommendations say, like a giant pyramid towering into the sky. Majestic, majestic, holy, majestic, when standing on the roof of the world on the snowy plateau, under the pure blue sky and white clouds, it is difficult to list all kinds of words to describe the dreamy peaks. Snow-capped, majestic peaks. It's just a pity that the person who accompanied her here was not him. The water of Namtso Lake is clear and transparent, and the surface of the lake reflects the color of the sky. The person who accompanied her to ask the herdsmen to carve their wishes on the Mani stones, and wandered with her to the lakeside to ask for a mani stone pile with the most beautiful view of Namco to let go of their wishes, was not him. The person who accompanied her step by step in the Jokhang Temple and kowtowed was not him, and the person who confessed to her in front of the statue of Princess Wencheng was not him. The person who accompanied her on the return plane was not him.

In City D, there are still traces of him in her empty apartment, and it seems that his breath is still there.

It's just that she stroked his diary and muttered, "You dropped something." Bastard, why don't you leave yourself here. ”

The imagination of the chat reads:

YH, today is the ninety-seventh day since I arrived in N City, the sky is still not as blue as you imagined, the streets are still just hustle and bustle, not as prosperous and lively as described in the ideal city, for people who have no heart, this is not heaven, not hell, not a bustling city, not a quiet village, not you are in the place. M adopted a spotted little milk cat, somehow, she was hungry and refused to take a sip of milk, I wanted to hug her, she still bit me hard, YH, that's a lot like you when you were a child. The closest to you across the ocean, I can only rely on the scattered fragments of my memories to miss you, or just hear about you.

I heard that when you were wandering around the campus and met the meaty vice principal walking the dog, the principal called you and asked if you were afraid of him, and you said: I am afraid of dogs!

I heard that you rode a small three-wheeled car full of roses, held a guitar and sang love songs downstairs in the men's bedroom, singing ghosts crying, Mr. L, who was accused of white, refused you with righteous words at the request of many boys, and then you accompanied another girl to sell roses at the door of the hotel until the second half of the night.

I heard that the art club in the school, you fell madly in love with performance art, and insisted on performance art propaganda, which led to the aunt of the neighborhood committee assisting the police uncle to catch you covered in oil paint in the community and bring you back to the police station for ideological education.

I heard that you have been defeated again and again, and you have finally won the new award of the National Youth Photography Contest - the Most Ingenious Award, and you are happy to decide to carry out the performance art to the end.

I heard that you finally realized that you were a girl, and you hooked up with your best buddy to learn flower arrangement, so your good buddy finally became your best male girlfriend after a class.

I heard that you are crazy about the newly enrolled primary school brother, and you are ashamed to cheat with him on campus in the name of being poor, and collect the money of the Nth person with peace of mind, and specially split a pair of young couples who are in love.

I've heard that you're doing well now. Laughing and scolding can be based on your mind alone, and there is no one who is critical of how unsatisfactory your behavior is.

I heard that I was engaged. You happily hugged the big lilies and daisies and ran to the stone monument in the martyr's cemetery, and said congratulations to your uncle.

I heard, I didn't miss you.

YH, I didn't think about you. Because I finally realized that I didn't know you.

It's as if you've lived like a legend too......

Like I don't know when you dared to sleep on a large sled dog when you started to be afraid of the headmaster's little teddy.

Just like I don't know, even the violin I learned when I was a child gave up because of my lack of musicality, when did you start to be willing to hold the guitar and sing until the ghost cried.

It's like I don't know when the children who had to pretend to be ladies in ancient costumes with lead tied to their wrists to practice calligraphy began to go crazy.

Like I don't know when you like to capture the beauty of a moment.

Like I don't know if you'll still be there when I go back.

M plans to wait until summer to see the roof of the world, and I hope you will be able to go too, just as I hope that the girl I like will write a prayer for a person there in the Mani Stone Pile on the shore of Lake Namtso with one stroke of one stroke, with one heart and one mind.

Even if......

It doesn't matter if that person isn't me.

I'm not engaged.

YH, I'm waiting for you.

She turned on the computer, reopened the chat, and clicked to reply: The promise is so good, I take it seriously, I really thought that the experience you wrote coincided with me, and the person with the same letter was me, and I really thought you were waiting for me. I really thought that you appeared in front of me in the summer sun that day to come back to me, and I really thought that you knew that I had been waiting for you. I really thought that we could be together.

"Ding Dong!" There is information coming in.

Chatting about YH's account and LH's account kept flashing, and after a long time, she clicked on YM's account: the other party was not online and failed to send.

She smiled indifferently and clicked on LH's account, and Jiang Nan's message immediately popped up: M has returned to China.