Some people's encounters are accidental, while others are not. If even the encounters were designed, then all subsequent encounters were likely to be premeditated with ulterior motives.

When I realized this, the plane was descending, the woman next to me was already asleep, and I had just finished reading a 3,000-word suicide note, and it was inconvenient to call for help and make a noise. Looking back on the whole process, I realized that I was the one who was carefully selected after careful investigation. There are no coincidences, no encounters, some are just deliberate accidents that progress layer by layer, step by step.

My name is Jiang Nan, as a senior, excellent, and the most handsome brain surgeon ever, I have worked for ten years, and I have witnessed more deaths than new births, more sickness than happiness, and more skulls cut by hand than watermelon I have eaten, do you know what it will be like? Tell you that if you don't feel it, you have to say that you have, that is, follow your heart and have fun in time.

So I will arrange a long vacation for myself every year, go to all kinds of barren places, feel the insignificance and magic of life, and then stimulate my passion for life. Over the years, I've gone into deserts, walked through wastelands, climbed snowy mountains, walked through jungles, went to any sparsely populated place I could find, and then searched for the joy of life in the limit. You may think I'm sick, but it doesn't matter, I only care about myself and whether I have a hearty life course. Who hasn't been sick these days?

I have just returned to Urumqi from the Lop Nur Wasteland, which is known as the "Devil's Triangle of Asia", and I am about to take a flight back to Shenzhen. After half a month of self-deprecation and loneliness, I longed for the fireworks in the world and the prosperity of the city. So when I walked into the hotel lobby with a heavy backpack and wrapped in dust, smelling the smell of perfume, looking at the scorching chandelier, and listening to soothing piano music, I felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness in my heart. Despite the strange curious glances from passers-by in the lobby, I still felt happy.

The hotel staff checked me in with a smile on their faces, and I looked around at the guests in the lobby between the rooms they confirmed. Those who live here are ready to fly or have just gotten off the plane, as the location is only 15 minutes away from the airport. On the sofa at the entrance sat a small couple and an elderly couple waiting for the shuttle, as well as a few local businessmen. They all look numb, which is the state of most people, passively waiting, waiting until they are numb. The doorman stood there, always with a standard smile on his face, naturally this is trained or self-cultivated, this is also a survival skill, not everyone can do it.

There is a small lobby bar on the right side of the lobby, and there is actually a resident singer singing a love song that I don't know which country. The bar is littered with people who have nowhere to have a pastime, and indeed there is nowhere to have a pastime. Near the entrance to the bar, facing away from me sat a woman with her long hair in a haphazard braid, draped in a large orange scarf embroidered with blue birds. It's beautiful from the back. I was secretly admiring it, when the woman suddenly turned her head to look at the service desk and looked at me.

I have to say that this is a temperament beauty, not the beauty of that kind of actress, but with a kind of alienated and arrogant beauty. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. This smile encourages me to look forward to romantic encounters. So I began to wonder if I could come back and talk to me after I had freshened up. The waiter handed over the room card, I asked for the time of the shuttle bus to the airport tomorrow morning, then put away my things and prepared to go upstairs, and then looked back at her, she held a goblet and nodded at me. I instantly felt that life is still very good, as long as you seize the opportunity.

For this reason, I quickly returned to my room, showered, shaved, changed clothes, combed my hair, and regained my image of the civilized era. By the time I got dressed up and returned to the bar, the building was empty. Only the persistent resident singer is still entertaining himself, and he doesn't know what supports him to perform in the air. I think everyone has a strong side, strong enough to dare to talk to themselves openly, so I appreciate this person who sings to me to a certain extent.

The encounter didn't succeed, so I had to go back to my room to sleep obediently, after all, there were no hours left to sleep on the early flight. But lying in bed, tired but unable to sleep, that alienated smile, that toast gesture, made me regret and excited. It may be easy to be remembered if you miss it, this is a universal projection in the hearts of the public, so I am also a public, which has a different sense of security. I flipped out of my computer, opened my mailbox, looked at the photos someone had sent me, and I smiled, it seemed that fate meant that we were going to meet anyway. So, I went to sleep in anticipation........

Early in the morning, the alarm clock rang a few times before I reluctantly got up, and the bed was much more comfortable than the back seat of the car. Freshen up, tidy up, and quickly go downstairs to catch the car. It turned out to be late, and the shuttle bus stopped in front of the hotel, and it seemed that it was waiting for me alone. I rushed into the car, sat down near the door, closed the door, and the driver couldn't wait to start.

This is a 10-seater business bus, the body is black, probably in order to show dignity, the windows are painted with dark separator film, and blue curtains are hung, making the whole car dimly lit. Because I got up too early and waited too long, no one spoke. I was the last to get on the bus, so I couldn't look around out of guilt, and soon the car was in front of the departure hall. I was the first to get out of the car, take off my backpack, and head straight to the departure lounge. Ticket collection, security check, everything went smoothly, in less than half an hour, I completed all the procedures, sat firmly at the boarding gate, at this time there are still 40 minutes before takeoff.

I pulled out my phone, ready to refresh my perception of this small world. At this time, the alienated woman came forward with a suitcase, still holding a ticket in her hand, probably looking for the boarding gate.

She wore a long cotton skirt with a large hem, a deep sea blue skirt, layer by layer of folds, and some small bells falling underneath, and walked with a tiny jingle sound. A short black sweater shawl and small coat, the sweater is lined with small wrinkled decorations that resemble silk, and the hair hangs down on one side around the big orange scarf from yesterday, and there is a red wrench on the finger of the left hand holding the ticket, which brightens the color of her whole body, and it looks extraordinarily special. Behind him was a silver metal trolley case with a computer bag on top of it. She looked up at the gate, and just happened to see me looking at her, so she smiled the same as last night. She took a quick look around the crowd and seats at the gate. Then I chose the seat across from me and sat down.

It's such a coincidence, it's the same flight, it should be the same car, blame me for being too careless just now, and I'm late, I guess the impression is not high. But I'm so handsome, I can still get it back. I put my phone away and prepared to have a conversation:

"Hello! The simplest is the most peaceful and friendly.

"Can you take a look at the box for me, I'll go buy something." She was not polite, whether she recognized me or not, and if people didn't recognize me, she came up and asked me for help.

"Good!" I resolutely agreed. She got up, but the ticket that had just been on her lap fell off, and I picked it up first, taking a second look.

Ru Jing, Shenzhen, well, the flights are the same, sit in the front rows, it would be better if the mobile phone number could be typed on this ticket. It's a pity, let's see if there's a chance to change it. I thought about it as I returned the ticket to her, she collected the ticket and left, I sat down and continued to play with my phone. She didn't come back until the staff told her to board the plane. I'm starting to get worried, it's not good to leave his box alone, and it's not good to drag her box first. Seeing that everyone had already boarded the plane, the staff began to come up and urge. I stood up and looked around. Finally she came from a distance, and I waved at her, and she trotted over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just made a phone call and delayed a bit." She apologized as she prepared to take the box.

Now is my chance to be a gentleman. I said very kindly:

"It's okay, it's not too late. The main worry is about you, missing the plane. I don't have your phone number, so I can't reach you. "Isn't it natural.

She heard this, looked at me and smiled, and I think she heard what I meant. I didn't let her take the box, but naturally pushed it with my arm and asked her to go first, and she was no longer polite, and crossed the gate and entered the cabin door with me. I took her all the way to her seat and put the box on top of her. She looked at the eldest brother sitting next to her, and the eldest brother seemed to understand something. But I still didn't want to give up my seat, so I had to go back to my seat first.

"Where are you sitting?" She asked politely.

"In the third row behind you, in the aisle." I pointed it out to her.

"Sir, can you switch seats with my boyfriend?" Ru Jing suddenly said to the eldest brother beside her.

"I'm also sitting in the aisle," I quickly added, I didn't expect to be so favored by beautiful women.

Reluctantly, my eldest brother stood up and walked over to my seat. After the eldest brother sat down, I sat down next to Ru Jing with peace of mind. At this point, the plane doors were closed, and the flight attendants began to check seat belts, cell phones, and adjust seat backs and light visors. Ru Jing untied her scarf and put it on her lap, took out a large box of mints from her pocket, gave me one, took one for herself, and leaned back in her chair to get ready for bed.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" I thought it was so bad that I switched to watch her sleep.

"Call me when the plane takes off." She smiled, a little apologetic, a little deliberate, and I knew it was already a polite statement that she didn't want to talk to me now.

I helped her tuck her cloak and looked at her eyes closed, and it felt gentler than when she had her eyes open. Because when she looks at you, she feels like she has to see through you, with scrutiny, with alienation, with indifference that doesn't care about herself. I myself felt tired, so I fell asleep,

By the time I woke up again, she was already awake and reading a copy of The Long Goodbye, and I was covered with her shawl. When she saw that I was awake, she smiled at me.

"Awake? Looks like you didn't sleep well last night. “

"I didn't sleep well, I wondered if I could see you again. How long have you been flying? "I started to use my flirtatious expertise.

"More than 3 hours, what are you going to do in Xinjiang?" She smiled for a moment, and there was a clear indifference in that smile.

"Travel, to be exact, is death. What about you? "I think it's time to brag about my trip to the wilderness.

"I'm also traveling, how did you die?" She was still curious.

"I went to the Devil's Delta, Lop Nur, the legendary wasteland of death, and I drove in it alone for 15 days, along the route of ancient silk.............." I began to brag, showing her the photos I had taken from time to time. She listened intently, all the while, eating her large bottle of mints. The more I talked, the more excited I became, but the more she listened, the more sleepy she became, and finally she fell asleep against the side of the window. Again, I helped her put the cloak on. I thought that this woman should give in to my adventurous spirit, and when the plane landed, I could make an appointment for dinner and leave a phone call.

Soon, the radio signaled that the plane was ready to land, and everyone was asked to straighten the backs of their seats and put away the small tables. I picked up the book she had placed on the small table and was about to help her put it back in her laptop bag, when a white envelope fell out of the book, and inside the envelope was a thick layer of stationery, and the envelope was handwritten

"To the gentleman next to you, check it out in real time, Ru Canter." I smiled and thought that this was a romantic, funny woman who would express herself in such a romantic way. I put away the small table, opened the envelope, pulled out the thick four pages, and began to read my last words in surprise.

It's already May 10th, who would have thought that the object of the affair would commit suicide by their side, and who would have thought that a suicide note would end all your Qingming.