Chapter XIII: Tickets

The snow is coming, and the sky is even darker.

Lu Shihan took Cheng to get out of the car.

Cheng Fang scratched his head and glanced at Lu Shihan silently: "Brother, I just said together, this has to be chased." ”

Lu Shihan glanced at him, and his expression was indifferent: "Think too much, take something." ”

They didn't go after Wen Jiang, but entered the inn where they had stayed earlier.

The innkeeper was a Han man, and as soon as he saw Lu Shihan coming in, he bent down and took something out of the counter in the foyer on the side.

Lu Shihan waited for more than ten seconds, the boss took out the bill book and opened it, rummaged through the bills sandwiched inside, and found a few bus tickets and took them out.

The boss handed Lu Shihan the ticket and said, "Mr. Lu booked early." If the weather changes, you can still go at this time, and the station will be closed and the shuttle bus will be closed if it is too late. ”

Lu Shihan took it: "Thank you, excuse me." ”

The boss smiled simply: "Accept money to serve, polite." ”

These tickets are all from Seda back to Chengdu, but the routes are different.

Some go around Malkang, and some go to Kangding or Luhuo.

The boss closed the billbook, although he was curious why the guests bought a single ticket for each line, bought several lines, and did not go the same line as his companion, but he didn't ask too much, and soon went upstairs to tidy up the room.

The booking fee has already been settled, Lu Shihan took the ticket and turned around and walked outside the inn, and when he was about to lift the curtain at the door, he stopped again and let go of the tickets in his hand.

Cheng Fang took it and felt strange for a while: "Brother, why are you booking tickets?" ”

Lu Shihan didn't speak, and when he stretched out his hand and was about to draw the ticket back, he put down his arm and gave up: "The boss made a mistake." ”

Cheng Fang: "......" Is he so easy to deceive?

Lu Shihan stretched out his hand again to lift the door curtain: "You give it to someone to try, but if you can't send it out, you throw it away." ”

Cheng Fang stared at the face of the ticket, a little embarrassed: "Brother, I don't know anyone here, do I dare to give it to everyone?" Will people think that I am selling fake tickets and abducting people? I'm going to say that if I give love, they'll think I'm insane! ”

Lu Shihan didn't hold the curtain for him: "Find someone you know." ”

The person who said that he was already separated from Cheng Fang by a door.

Seda - Chengdu.

Cognitive.

These words rolled around in Cheng Fang's mind, and then he remembered Wen Jiang in hindsight.

When Lao Wang, a substitute driver who was familiar with the road conditions, received a call from his partner on the way to ask if they could pick up a guest, he explained that his buddy had chartered a car and picked up a guest from Chengdu to Seda, but there was an urgent matter to turn back halfway and had to throw the guest down.

Lu Shihan - Ticket - Wen Jiang.

These three groups of words were strung together in Cheng Fang's mind, and he felt quite complicated for a while.

It seems to understand something, and it seems to be more confused.

***

Cheng Fang found Wen Jiang in a small shop near Seda Station.

Wen Jiang didn't make a fuss when he saw him, and smiled: "Reluctantly to send me?" ”

Cheng Fang didn't know how to foreshadow, so he came up and asked, "It's okay." Got a ticket? ”

Wen Jiang took a sip of the milk tea in his hand: "Right away." ”

Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and pushed out the ticket he was holding: "Choose one, your return destination will go from here, and all the routes are here." ”

Wen Jiang squinted and stared at him for a while: "Where did you come from?" ”

Cheng didn't blink his eyes, and he had a clear conscience: "The consumption is high during this time in the inn, and the boss gave it away." ”

Wen Jiang nodded, and his fingers touched the edge of the ticket: "This boss is a strange person." Knowing that a few friends came to play together, he didn't give away a ticket. It was generously given at the beginning of the year, and it was not easy to do business. Tell me the name, if I come next time, I will definitely stay there. ”

Cheng Fang continued: "Tibetan, I don't know the name. ”

Wen Jiang stared at him again, his gaze straight and did not move, and Cheng Fang repeated again: "You pick one." ”

Wen Jiang saw that he was anxious for the dust to settle, and asked rhetorically: "Who told you that I want to go to Chengdu?" Don't go. ”

Cheng Fang looked at her with a little suspicion: "Don't lie to me." ”

Wen Jiang smiled very seriously, and rested his arm on the table: "That's it, exchange." If you sue me who asked you to come, I will sue you and I lied to you. ”

Cheng Fang suddenly raised his gaze that had just hung on the ticket and looked at Wen Jiang again: "No one, I want to come myself." ”

Wen Jiang smiled, drew all three tickets, and pressed them under the milk tea cup: "Okay." I know. Thank you then, go back, and ...... again See. ”

Cheng Fang didn't stay long, and he simply felt that Wen Jiang's last word was strange when he said it, as if he was emphasizing.

****

Not long after Cheng Fang left, Lu Shihan's always quiet mobile phone vibrated.

Lao Wang got out of the car to smoke, and Lu Shihan sat in the car to pick it up.

It's my friend Fu Yansheng.

When he was filming the anti-war documentary "Scars", he met in Damascus with friends of life and death.

Together, they had seen the tranquil and magnificent scenery of the city carved and precipitated by thousands of years, and they had also seen the shattered land in the flames and the corpses scattered everywhere after the attack.

Walking in the Middle East, Fu Yansheng carried a camera, and he had a camera in his hand.

The conditions are difficult, almost sleeping in the open, they are accompanied by bloody wind and rain in a turbulent environment, exchanging each other's histories, and talking about hearts. I have held guns together, squatted through the ruins, and faced the wounds in other people's eyes. Those are indelible marks.

It's not just the camera, either. The first time he saw Fu Yansheng, he was wearing a media blast suit, with water stuffed on one side, a gas mask on the other, and sunglasses, fully armed.

Now that they have returned to China, the smoke of those guns in the past is also trying to fade like a cloud, although it is difficult to forget.

Fu Yansheng came up and asked: "The new project engages in Tibetan culture?" ”

Cheng Fang and Fu Yansheng's assistant Fu Jing are very familiar, and Lu Shihan is not surprised that Fu Yansheng has his whereabouts.

"Not simply." Lu Shihan asked, "Fu Jing listened to Cheng Fang?" ”

Fu Yansheng hummed: "Yes." Not only that, but also something else. ”

Lu Shihan frowned slightly: "This kid, he can't hide anything." ”

Fu Yansheng smiled: "Cheng Fang only dares to tell Fu Jing, you can rest assured of the rest." Not curious what else he said? ”

Lu Shihan didn't answer, and asked rhetorically: "Didn't you call, just to ask what you heard?" ”

Fu Yansheng was stunned: "I know that you kid understands me." Is that the one? ”

Lu Shihan replied lightly: "Which one?" ”

Fu Yansheng said unhurriedly: "The one who forced you to Damascus to think about life four years ago. ”

Lu Shihan moved his lower lip and denied: "No." ”

Fu Yansheng stumbled: "It's not that person, or didn't you stay there to think about life?" ”

It was really snowing, and the snowflakes fell on the car window, Lu Shihan cut off Fu Yansheng's topic: "If you are lonely, let Fu Jing introduce you to a woman, don't use that time to gossip about me, annoying." ”

Seeing that he was evasive, Fu Yansheng also smiled and advised: "Sixteen, you are sober, don't be stupid." The woman in the world who is not suitable for you is that one. ”

Lu Shihan lowered the window of the car, and the cold wind and snow blew in: "I have counted." ”

When the call came, he wanted to ask Lao Wang to borrow a cigarette.

He had come closer, and reason had passed the impulse and told him that he should not go any further, so he stopped.

He also reminded himself to stay away from her.

He flickered far and near, hot and cold, inexplicable.

He even tried to face her with most of his expressions and words.

After living for thirty-two years, he had heard too many of the principles of the world and the proverbs left by his ancestors, but it was useless.

Obviously, she doesn't appear much, and it's all a coincidence.

But those crazy things can't be stopped.

Fu Yansheng still spoke seriously: "I hope you really have." If you know who she is, you should know what would happen if she knew who you were. ”

Lu Shihan hummed: "It's not appropriate, I'll listen to it." ”

His tone was calm, and Fu Yansheng finished: "You are alone, there is nothing to be afraid of, but there is still something to lose." ”

Blood, flesh, bones, heart.

If those things are lost, people will not be able to live.

****

When Cheng Fang came back, Lu Shihan and Lao Wang re-entered the inn where they had stayed before.

The snow is thin and can still walk, but they are not in a hurry for this moment.

The room number was sent to Cheng Fang, and Cheng Fang went directly to the inn to find it.

Cheng Fang just entered the door of the inn, and after a while, a tightly wrapped person who looked like a woman also followed the door.

Cheng Fang shook off the snow on his coat and hat and tore off his scarf.

The man who followed the door repeated his same movements.

The moment he took off his hat, Cheng Fang paid attention to it-it was Wen Jiang.

"Not leaving?" Cheng Fang didn't expect Wen Jiang to follow him, and he now understood why Wen Jiang's "goodbye" just now was weird.

It's really goodbye, it's only been a long time.

Wen Jiang nodded: "I changed my mind." ”

Cheng Fang asked: "What about those tickets?" ”

Wen Jiang stomped his feet and jumped down to relieve the stiffness of his lower limbs.

Cheng Fang asked, she took out a few banknotes from the pocket of her jacket and shook them: "Don't be a pity, I didn't throw it away." sold, and did not give love. ”