(a)

Late at night, Airbus is flying along the coastline of Asia.

Spacious business class with dimly lit lights.

The passengers covered themselves with blankets, put on blindfolds, and lay down to sleep.

Occasionally, there was some turbulence, and the plane jolted slightly from time to time.

I replied to a bunch of emails on my laptop, sent them out with the internet service provided by the airline, and then read a few more memos and still didn't feel sleepy.

So I pressed the call of service, and a tall black waiter came up and asked with a trained smile, "Madame, what do you need?" ”

I ASKED FOR A DRINK LIST, LOOKED AT THE NIGHT-CAP ITEM, ASKED FOR A CREME DE VIOLET, AND ASKED HIM TO BRING SOME OF THE LATEST NEWSPAPERS OR MAGAZINES TO READ.

On the upper deck of business class, there is a sky bar, where the bartenders are very tasteful and skilled, and have a good reputation among frequent flyers.

After a while, wine and magazines arrived.

I was half-lying down, drinking and flipping through the magazines.

Wars, politics, mergers and acquisitions, strikes, earthquakes, suicides, stocks, competitions, celebrities, men and women, meteor songs, hit movies, computer commercials..... all kinds of common episodes of human life just casually turned the pages before my eyes.

This is how the world repeats itself year after year. Just as I flew around the earth again and again.

Nothing unexpected.

I felt some kind of psychological weariness.

I tossed the magazine aside, intending to listen to some music.

That's when I saw the back cover image of a magazine.

It was the latest travel magazine, and it turned out to be the one I ran myself, and because I was so busy, I hadn't read the last few issues.

On the back cover of the magazine is a huge landscape photograph.

This photo is a caption for the story of one of Feng San's journeys of discovery.

The story tells the story of three explorers who discovered this pristine landscape. It mentions an ancient Tibetan temple, some legends about lamas and reincarnation, an ancient dynasty, and a beautiful princess's visit.

The photo shows a quiet and beautiful East Asian plateau lake, with clear water and shimmering jewel-like luster, reflecting the misty snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The lake is covered with the kind of towering trees that come from the primeval forest. The cold hangs like a mist on the surface of the lake. But the light of spring radiates from the nameless little flowers that bloom tenaciously.

I was like a magnet attracted to the north and south poles, and my eyes were glued to this photo.

Drowsiness faded.

I reached for the magazine.

I turned on the reading bed lamp, and I reached into my bag to find my glasses. - I'm already a little short-sighted.

I put on my glasses, put the book close to the light, and looked at the photo carefully.

I saw a small tombstone near the spine of the book.

It is an unusually simple tombstone, without any words, flowers, or signs.

There are no common tombs or burial chambers behind the tombstones, just a deep green grass.

The foundations of the tombstones have been tilted, the stones have begun to weather, and the surface is covered with the wind and frost of time.

I stared at the tombstone with my glasses, and then I heard the sound of the wine glass in my hand falling on the carpet.

Tears flowed from my eyes.

I've been through moments like this.

I'm pretty sure I've had a very similar moment before: when I was traveling on a plane, I saw a magazine with a picture of a lake, although it wasn't this one, but the lake was this one, there was a wooden plank road by the lake, the fog was filled, the level was like a mirror, and at the end of the plank road, there was a small wordless tomb.

I completely forgot that I still had the glass in my hand, and I had no idea that it had fallen on the carpet.

I heard the black waiter in business class come over quickly, and he whispered in more than three languages and asked in turn, "Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?" Need help? ”

Then another flight attendant hurried over, holding a small tool like a hand-held vacuum cleaner for cleaning carpets, squatting on the ground to clean up wine glasses and residual wine, and carefully removing the wine stains from the carpet.

(b)

Kenny, a tall assistant and bodyguard, also stood up from his seat next to him, and he crossed the aisle.

"Esabelle, what's wrong with you? Uncomfortable? He leaned down and asked.

I shook my head. I said, "It's just a trance." ”

Kenny asked the black waiter, "Excuse me, I was dozing off, what was this lady doing?" ”

The black waiter replied, "Madame asked for a glass of wine and some magazines to read." When I brought wine and magazines, everything was fine with my wife. ”

I said, "I'm fine now, but I was in a trance and dropped my glass." ”

I motioned for Kenny to sit down next to me.

I said to the black waiter, "Thank you." I'm fine now, I'll talk to this gentleman about something. ”

The two attendants cleaned up the ground and politely retreated. The black waiter asked, "Do you need another glass of the same wine?" ”

I said, "Thanks, forget it." ”

Kenny sat next to me, looked at the magazine with the photo in my hand, and asked me, "Esabelle, this is our magazine." What do you see on it? Is it bad news? Is there anything that makes you feel bad? ”

I shook my head and said, "There's no bad news." ”

Kenny said, "Can I take a look?" ”

I nodded.

He picked up the magazine, flipped through it back and forth, didn't see what the problem was, and then he said, "I beg your pardon, Miss Chen, if you don't tell me the reason, I'm going to call Mr. Chen about it." ”

He dutifully prepared to use the phone on board.

I quickly reached out to stop him, "No, Kenny. I'm safe. There is no need to let my father know about this matter. ”

Kenny looked at me, his eyes dark and sparkling.

I watched him for a while and felt that he would never compromise, so I said, "Kenny, have you ever felt like you have done the same thing in a similar situation before?" ”

He looked at me for a few seconds, then he nodded and said, "Yes." Sometimes there is this inexplicable sense of familiarity. ”

He said: "For example, once, when I followed you to the ruins of the ancient capital of the Khmer Kingdom, and passed through the gateposts carved with the huge Buddha's head, I suddenly felt strongly that I had followed a lady in the same way before, through the same doorpost, and those same Buddha's heads, all around and above me, smiling and watching my walk. It was a very strong feeling, and it was confusing to me. But I didn't tell you about it. ”

"At that moment, I felt like I understood you a little bit," he said. Perhaps, what you are looking for in these ruins is the source of this sense of familiarity. You wonder why there is such a sense of familiarity, that flashback memory, whether it really happened. ”

"I'm sure a lot of people have that memory, it's just that they get confused and let it slip by," he said. They are not as keen and serious as you, they don't have the idea to get to the bottom of it, and they don't have the determination to get it to the bottom of it. ”

I said, "So, have you ever doubted that this familiarity is a memory of a past life?" ”

"My ancestors are from Kenya, Africa," Kenny said. According to ancient legends, my ancestors believed that there is life after death and before death. I thought, perhaps, that this vague sense of familiarity is due to the fact that I had been to the Khmer jungle in my previous life. I did walk through those huge gateposts, which at the time were still in a bustling ancient capital, not in a ruin in the jungle. ”

(c)

I pointed to the photo in the magazine.

I said, "There's a tombstone in that picture I just saw. ”

"Tombstones?" Kenny looked for a photo on the back cover and asked, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

I said, "That tombstone, it was erected by me." I just recognized it, and it was the tombstone I had erected. ”

I said, "I'm pretty sure that before, when I wasn't Esabelle, I had seen a picture of this lake in a magazine on the plane, and the wordless tombstone on the edge of this lake." ”

I said, "I used to walk with a man on the wooden plank road by this lake, wearing a very high bun and a white fox fur cape. In the past, the lake was not an expressway, and it was not suitable for sightseeing battery drives, but it used to be a wooden plank road, leading to the end of the lake and mountains. I felt cold, and the man reached out and put his arm around my shoulder. We stood there side by side. He asked me to bury him at the end of the boardwalk. He's going to the battlefield soon. We all know that he will never come back, and this is our life-and-death farewell. That wordless tomb was built for him later. But he was not buried inside. I didn't find his bones. It was just an empty tomb. He is a very good man who wants to stop the chaotic war that has been going on for hundreds of years. And he did it successfully. He sacrificed his life and love for this, and sacrificed to grow old with me. But he killed a lot of people. After he died in battle, there was a lot of discussion about what was written on his tombstone. Later, it was I who said, don't write anything. Because he felt that he had killed too many people during his lifetime, and that he was not worthy to let the name given by his parents remain between heaven and earth. He felt that he could not make his parents feel honored, and that he was ashamed of all those who died because of him. I later decided to follow his wishes and not write anything. ”

I said, "I went to this lake later in my life. I had touched the wordless tombstone. I remembered many, many details of things there. I cried very sadly there. But no one can understand that kind of grief. ”

Kenny looked at me, not sure what to answer.

I said, "I'm telling the truth, Kenny." I love that man. I have never forgotten him. What I was looking for in all the ruins was his memories, clues about him. ”

I said, "I know, he's in this world, too." Because I saw his amulet. That amulet once led us to meet again. I believe that its appearance this time will also lead us to meet again. As long as I get that amulet, I'll be able to see him again. ”

Kenny finally reacted at this point.

He said: "All this you just said seems to be very informative. I couldn't fully understand it for a while. ”

"But, I believe in you, Esabelle," he said. I believe what you say is true. I also believe that you will be able to follow the guidance of your heart and find everything you are looking for. ”

I also believe that everything that appears is meaningful.

Everything that has to do with you keeps coming back, which means that we will soon meet again.