Wen Wanbing always remembered what Dorjee had said when she left a few days ago, and he said that she wanted her to stay in his house obediently and wait for him to come back for the New Year together.

Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and Dorjee has always done what he says, and he will definitely appear by his side when the time comes.

She would wait for Dorjee, waiting for him, until Dorjee appeared beside her with that hearty smile.....

Leaning back on the wide chair, on which was the thick black wool cushion, the whole mind was full of Dorjee's figure. In the past two years, Dorjee has been silently by his side, when he is happy, he has Dorjee by his side, and when he is sad and crying, he has Dorjee by his side.

Very regretful, deeply regretful! When I was with Dorjee at the beginning, I always didn't dare to give all my feelings to Dorjee easily, and I was always afraid that if the two separated in the future, they would be heartbroken and heartbroken. Therefore, when she is with Dorjee, she is always very restrained in her personality, and even hides a lot of her thoughts in her heart.

I want to be with Dorjee, but when I'm really together, I can't let go!

Reaching out and grabbing his hair hard, he pulled it hard, and his hair and scalp were almost torn off by himself, but he didn't feel any pain.

"Dorjee~~~~Dorjee~~~I'm sorry!"

muttered silently, why didn't Dorjee accompany him well when he was around, didn't talk to him well, and didn't listen to him obediently.

It's ironic, Dorjee's departure in the past few days, and her concern for Dorjee made her realize. It turned out that she had been relying on Dorjee, it turned out that she didn't like Dorjee, but she liked it slowly, but she didn't know how to express her joy to Dorjee.

Her heart, I don't know when it started, has been slowly occupied by Dorjee!

It's just that why, I don't understand until now!

Hehe.....

People like her really don't deserve love, and it's no wonder that the people around her are leaving one after another......

The room was quiet, so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. Thinking of the deep amber eyes when Dorjee looked at her, Wen Wanbing missed her so much.

Trembling, he draped Dorjee's fur jacket on his body and wrapped it tightly, just wanting to smell the sunny smell of the grass on Dorjee's body.

Looking around, I looked at the watercolor painting of her smiling brightly on the wall, and there was always a sour feeling in my nose. Slipping off the wide chair, he began to wander around Dorjee's home with his bare feet.

Every part of this house has the mark left by Dorjee. From the living room, the prayer hall, the dining room, the utility room to every bedroom on the third floor on the second floor, wandering around, I always imagined that Dorjee would stand in a corner of the room and look at her narrowly, and then strode forward, let her feet off the ground, and then hugged her.

"Dorjee~~~Dorjee~~~~"

The more I wander around, the more I miss it, like that wisp of ghost. I can't wait for Dorjee to be by my side, and a pair of big eyes are panicked and helpless searching around the house.

When I walked to the scripture hall, in the scripture hall, the Tang Cai hanging on the wall was so gorgeous, and the face of the Buddha statue in the middle of the scripture hall was solemn and solemn after the incense was wrapping.

Striding forward, his hands folded, his whole body prostrate on the ground, and began to bow down to the Buddha.

I vaguely remember that when Dorjee used to take her to drink mutton soup at home, when she passed by the scripture hall, Dorjee pulled her into the scripture hall and wanted to kneel reverently, but before she knelt down, she refused.

In her heart, she has always scoffed at these religious beliefs.

However, Dorjee is different, he will burn a stick of incense in the scripture hall every day, saying that he has been used to it since he was a child, not because of this religious belief, but because he feels that people live in the world, and always want to treat everything around him with that original mentality.

"Buddha, please bless the Buddha and bless Dorjee to appear in front of me safely! I would like to exchange my life for the peaceful appearance of Dorjee, Buddha ....."

muttered to himself, knocked on the floor with his forehead "Knock~~~" sounded, and a pair of exposed feet were frozen black but unaware.

For the first time in her life, Wen Wanbing sincerely begged the Bodhisattva in front of this Buddha for her helplessness.

Outside, the cold wind howled, with its sharp whistle, roamed the barren but holy land of Cortz.

The snow outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the goose feather snow is blown everywhere by the cold wind.....

In the distance, the sound of suona and flute appeared in the howling cold wind, getting closer and closer. I only heard that the mournful flute was mixed with the cry of people, and the cry was sad and sad!

Out of thin air, the cold weather added a kind of sadness soaked in the bones......

This cry made Wen Wanbing's heart flustered, her heart beating wildly, and she couldn't wait to jump out of her throat, and the speed of kowtowing accelerated.

"Bang~~~", there is the sound of the door being quickly pushed open. "Knock knock~~~~~", the heavy sound of leather boots knocking on the wooden floor, the sound is urgent, from far to near.

"Mr. Wen~~~Mr. Wen~~~~"

Xiao Zou's eager shout.

“......”

Kneeling in the scripture hall, Wen Wanbing was not moved at all. I don't want anyone to disturb me and sincerely seek Buddha.....

"Teacher Wen, it turns out that you are in the scripture hall! Come with me, it'll be too late if you don't! ”

Xiao Zou hurriedly came to Dorjee's house, and wanted to go upstairs to find Wen Wanbing, but when he went upstairs, he saw that Wen Wanbing, whose face was full of bruises, was actually worshipping Buddha in the scripture hall.

hurriedly walked to Wen Wanbing's side, didn't care much, pulled up Wen Wanbing and wanted to go out.

The car carrying Dorjee's body is about to arrive here, and the uncle and aunt think that Brother Dorjee's death was caused by Wen Wanbing, and if Wen Wanbing is not taken away from Dorjee's house, the consequences will be unimaginable.

How barbaric these Tibetans are, no matter how literate they are, no matter how rich they are, they are just as barbaric!

Especially for the Tibetans of the previous generation, the barbaric factor is flowing in the bones.....

"I'm not leaving! I want to worship the Buddha, and Dorjee will definitely return to me safely! ”

Wen Wanbing roared, shook off Xiao Zou's hand vigorously, and stubbornly continued to kowtow hard.

"Teacher Wen, I beg you! Brother Dorjee's body is about to arrive here, and aunts and uncles think that Brother Dorjee's death was caused by you! Besides, you're here, and your name is not right, right? I beg you, Brother Dorjee let me take good care of you when I leave, I can't see you hurt again! ”

Teacher Wen's stubbornness made Xiao Zou helpless for a while, and the whimpering sound of suona outside the house was getting closer and closer.

"Brother Zou, thank you! Since I'm here, I'll bear all the consequences, so let's go......"

Until this time, when the crying outside the window changed from unreal at the beginning to real, all the sorrow and bitterness in Wen Wanbing's heart gathered in the atrium, and she almost couldn't breathe when she was sour.

Little by little, the heart sank into the depths of darkness.

But even so, she still didn't want to believe it.

After saying this, he stood up, not wanting to see Xiao Zou's face that was anxious and enduring deep pain, and quickly went upstairs!

No matter what, to welcome the arrival of Dorjee, you must be beautiful.....

"Alas~~~~"

Xiao Zou sighed, helpless and sad. Turning around and walking out of the house, he will now go to pick up his good brother Dorjee and go home.

In the bedroom, Wen Wanbing washed the blood on her face, and there was a dead silence in her eyes.

Wearing a set of dark blue embroidered white-edged Tibetan robes that Dorjee bought for her, the cuffs and neckline of the Tibetan robe were a circle of white fox fur, soft and beautiful. The middle belt is not like most Tibetan girls wear colorful aprons, Wen Wanbing uses a satin embroidered with the delicate phoenix pattern of the same color to make a belt, gently tie up, the colorful tassels under the belt hang a few southern red and turquoise, as they walk with each other will make that crisp sound.

On her feet, a pair of deep leather boots with white snow lotus on a blue background, these wool boots were designed for her by Dorjee himself, which is unique in Coltz.

Silently combed a messy green silk, and some places were stained with blood and knotted, pulling the scalp, which was very painful.

A little bit of clarification, just like this, simply draped over the shoulders.

Dorjee said that what he liked most was her beautiful appearance in a green silk shawl.

After cleaning up, he looked left and right at his face in the mirror, there were abrasions of different sizes everywhere on his face, the place where he was slapped was a little red and swollen, and there was a wound scratched by a fingernail at the corner of his mouth, the wound was not deep, and the blood stains on it had coagulated.

It's a little sad to look at a face that's a little embarrassed! If Dorjee saw his embarrassed appearance, he would definitely feel distressed.

Thinking of Dorjee, Wen Wanbing's nose was full of sourness. Exhaled vigorously, and the mist that came out of his mouth sprayed on the cold mirror, making it white.

Through the white mist, in the mirror, her eyes were cold and blank, and her face was unusually pale, even the lips. It's just that, Wen Wanbing under a set of gorgeous Tibetan clothes, the softness and coldness on her body are like the snow lotus flowers on the mountain that day.

The noise and musical instruments downstairs grew louder and louder, and the cries of various voices mixed together were heartbreaking. There was a Tibetan language shouting loudly, the tone was subdued, and there was a little bit of Chinese mixed in with what was constantly shouting.....

Turning around slowly, the mechanical began to walk downstairs.

Opening the door, the cold wind whistled around her with the snowflakes, and in the wind and snow, two rows of men with hideous masks in strange robes and faces danced as they blew locks.

Behind them, a black hearse slowly drove into the courtyard of Dorjee. The heart-rending cry came from inside the black hearse.....

Next to the hearse was a group of grieving and sad Tibetans from Koltz. When they saw Wen Wanbing appear at the gate of Dorjee's house, everyone's expressions were different, some were amazing, some were angry, some were sympathetic, and even more regretful!

And Ram in the crowd was resentful and disgusted!

Wen Wanbing didn't pay attention to the expressions of the villagers, her eyes were full of a black hearse with the word "lay" in front of the car that slowly drove in. In Wen Wanbing's opinion, the black hearse with the thick snow on the roof of the car was like the man-eating tiger, squatting in this blizzard, waiting for an opportunity to eat her flesh and blood at any time.

I don't know why, I was afraid, and I couldn't help but step back when I wanted to step forward.

"Teacher Wen, come to me!"

Staggering, a little overwhelmed, suddenly a person appeared in front of her and pulled her to the side of the crowd following the hearse..... "Don't ....."

Shaking the man's hand vigorously, his eyes were full of the black hearse.....

"Teacher Wen, count me in begging you! You're better here than anything you're doing! ”

“......”

Struggling hard, not wanting to say anything. Someone next to her seemed to be pushing her, and someone kicked her in the waist so hard that she almost couldn't breathe.

But how could she care about these.

The hearse slowly drove into the courtyard, for a while, the cry shook the sky, the whimpering and sad sound of the suona was even louder, and the amplitude of the dancer's movements was also greater, sometimes waving his hands, sometimes jumping, and the movements were bold and weird.

"You let go of me!"

Looking at the door of the hearse that was slowly being opened, Wen Wanbing didn't know where the strength came from, she shook off the hand that grabbed her, and ran towards the door of the hearse by stepping on the thick snow.

The snow fell heavier, and the sky above me was dark, and on the horizon, in addition to the howling cold wind, and the mournful wailing of the birds.

In the blizzard, only Wen Wanbing's small dark blue figure was seen moving towards the hearse with great difficulty.