So Wan Qian remained silent. It's a long silence. Men don't rush her either. The two became a strange scenery on the road---- the man sat on the ground, and the woman stood on the side with a knapsack that was not easy. When only the cigarette butt was left, Wan Qian saw Li shaving his head and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and then sipped it with his foot, and after a while, when his foot moved away, Wan Qian saw that the cigarette butt was charred and blackened, scattering some tobacco shreds, and the filter was lying flat and quiet on the ground without any complaints.

Li shaved his head and took out the water, took a sip, and tightened the lid again. Raised his head, did not look at Wan Qian, Wan Qian followed his gaze to look over, saw that there are scattered Tibetan houses in front of the mountain, maybe the mountain is high enough, although the house is small, the details are also clearly visible, along the way Wan Qian has also entered similar houses, generally stone structure, the building is generally two to three floors high, each family will be isolated out of a separate room dedicated to the Buddha hall, Buddha is often far more elegant than the normal room decoration is gorgeous, most Tibetans have the habit of doing morning and evening classes.

The two of them saluted the house together for a while, and the man was the first to get up, with dust on his body, but the man chose to ignore it and directly carried his rucksack over his shoulder. Get up and want to go.

"Hey." Wan Qian stopped him, looking from behind, the man's back was as tall as a mountain, the mountains were whistling, there was no intention of stopping, Wan Qian's voice raised a degree, "Hey." She called him in the back again, this time the man stopped, turned back to face Wan Qian, Wan Qian heard her own breathing, like the wind through the woods, she seemed to be able to hear the leaves in the wind softly, the desire in her body to climb, like a vine around the tree, the sea water around the mountain, the wind blew her hair away, some of her eyes were lost, Wan Qian turned her head, and when she turned around again, the man had already embraced herself into his arms......

She didn't say she agreed, but when he came, Wan Qian didn't push him away. Wan Qian did her best to convince herself that she was paying off her debts. Yes, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, the most important thing is to repay one after another, and whoever owes it to him cannot be counted in his heart. If it wasn't for Li shaving her head yesterday, she doesn't know where she would be now, and which mountain man's wife she would be.

Sweat almost drowning her.

There are traces left by her on Lee's shaved head. There were a few times when she left it on purpose, and Wan Qian wanted to remind the man that she once belonged to him. Oh no, they used to belong to each other and share each other. Wan Qian's hair was wet and sticky on her cheeks. Yes. She said to herself, each other, belong to each other, share ...... She Wan Qian is not anyone's person, she doesn't belong to anyone, and she doesn't need anyone to belong to her Wan Qian. They were equal, Wan Qian saw the birds flying quietly in the sky, if they could see far enough, they might be looking at the man and woman in the wilderness strangely, the wind dried her sweat, and then new sweat came out, soaking her clothes,

After the event, Li shaved his head and said, come with me.

Wan Qian didn't even look at him, and replied: "I just don't want to owe you." ”

The man smiled, packed his bags, and got back on the road. When he walked away, Wan Qian slowly started again, but regretted why he didn't ask the details carefully just now. How did he find out that there was something wrong with those two people?

？ Why did he turn around to save her? Or, when he takes a fancy to himself, can he tell whether it is like or desire?

Wan Qian didn't choose to continue on the road, for fear of encountering her, but fortunately, she never met her later. Later, when she came to the Potala Palace, Wan Qian also followed the pilgrimage, at first, she would not kowtow, and then she would kowtow to her long head, and she would also kowtow with people who came to worship from all directions, what did she ask for?

She thought, I beg you, if there really is heaven, if there is really Elysium, take Wan Huan there.

Wan Huan is her only relative in this world, and now that Wan Huan is gone, Wan Qian feels bitterly lonely. When Wan Qian first tasted the despair in life, she thought that life was the most bitter. Later, despair followed, but she learned to be more and more calm. Speaking of it, it has nothing to do with being strong and brave, just get used to it. When people are used to loss and disappointment, they will no longer fear loss and disappointment. No one is born brave.

The golden dome of the Potala Palace is close to the clouds, the building is splendid, eight auspicious, and there are some Buddha statues, Bodhisattva statues, Dharma protectors, and Dharma weapons that she didn't know much about before. There are a lot of people, but there are still many Tibetans, their complexions are dark and shiny, some people wear Tibetan costumes, which is cumbersome enough, and the process of kowtowing is cumbersome enough, but they are meticulous and solemn.

Wan Qian lingered in the meantime, wondering, is it possible to meet the beautiful woman who came to shave and become a monk on the way, she lingered in the Potala Palace for about a week, and has seen many men and women, beautiful girls, and there are also people who come alone, and there are also groups of people in pairs, everything, but there is no woman.

"The world is really hard."

Wan Qian seemed to hear her say again, "If you can't be liberated in this life, there will be boundless reincarnation in the next life." In the next life, you may become a cat or a dog, and you can't recite a single Buddha name. ”

"What are you chanting the Buddha for?" Wan Qian asked at the time.

"Why don't you recite the Buddha's name?" The girl asked rhetorically.

"A word of Buddha can destroy the Ganges River sand for hundreds of millions of eons."

The girl said, "For thousands of eons, we have committed countless crimes. ”

"Don't you want to fall in love, get married, and start a family?"

The girl smiled, "Have you seen the happy one?" Love is a phantom, like a bubble in the sea. ”

Foam.

Wan Qian repeated.

Bubbles, when the wind blows, or something pokes, poof, it bursts.

If life is a dream, why not wake up sooner.

It seems that someone is talking to Wan Qian, Wan Qian suddenly turned around, but only saw Li Shaving's head, Li Shaving's head was carrying a backpack, and he did not stand out from the crowd, no matter how ordinary.

He didn't see him, Wan Qian turned around and found a place to hide herself, and when she poked her head out again to look for him, she found that he was like a drop of water in the sea, and he was gone.

The crowd of people, as if he had never been here, there was no trace of him ever appearing.

When Wan Qian went to the Potala Palace the next day, she was still nervous, she didn't know if she wanted to see Li Shaved or afraid to see Li's head. She didn't know if she didn't want to see him again in this life, or if she missed the trip with him at the beginning. At that time, the two did not speak, but they actually knew each other in their hearts

existence, at least everywhere Wan Qian has begun to subconsciously look for it later.

The Lhasa sun is full of ultraviolet rays, and some people are afraid of getting sunburned, so they wrap themselves tightly. Wan Qian No, I don't know when she stopped caring about her face. A vague face in the world, his facial features are not incomprehensible, and his eyes are light and clear.

Wan Qian began to fall in love with that place, she had plenty of money in her card, in fact, she felt that her money was almost used later, but the mobile phone told her that someone transferred money to her, a large sum of money, enough for her to eat and wear for the rest of her life, she didn't send a text message back to say thank you to that person, no need to say thank you, some people don't need to say thank you, they know each other.

Just as I would never say "I'm sorry" to her.

So the closest place to heaven can really bring peace to people. Until she got up one morning, Wan Qian began to vomit, at first she thought that she had eaten bad stomach, and then Wan Qian remembered that day with the man named Li Shaved Head, she was shocked into a cold sweat, of course she didn't know what to do.

Wan Qian didn't go anywhere that day, nested in the hotel, went out to find a pharmacy and bought a few test strips, and the first one clearly told her the answer.

Wan Qian felt that the two bars were a little shocking, she was stunned, holding her stomach, trying to tell herself that there might be an error in this result, so she tore open another one, she squatted into the bathroom, and found that she could no longer provide test products, which made her very frustrated, so she desperately drank water, and when she had the intention to defecate again, she began to test again, and tested it many times in a row.

Wan Qian threw them all into the trash and told herself that she was already an adult and should handle everything like an adult. She held back her emotions of not knowing whether it was joy or sadness, and then realized that she had not eaten since the morning. Hungry?

She asked her stomach.

Hungry.

She answered for her stomach.

Then I ordered something to eat, and after eating, it was only half an hour, and Wan Qian vomited shockingly. Everything was spit out by her without reservation.

Wan Qian's final decision was not to have this child. Because I thought of two things, one was what the girl who wanted to become a nun said to him: The world is really hard. Wan Qian thought about it carefully, living until now, it is true that life is not much fun for her. Thinking of Wan Huan again, I am very happy.

Besides, she herself is a person with no future. A woman who doesn't know where she ends, she feels that she can't afford to give birth to a child.

But she didn't dare to go for surgery in such a place, because most of the people here have religious beliefs, and these people think that this is the case in Wan Qian's belly. Essence. If Wan Qian doesn't want him, he will have to wait a long time for another chance to be reincarnated, and his soul is very likely to stay by Wan Qian's side, day and night just wanting an answer: Mom, why don't you want me?

One night, Wan Qian even really had a related dream, in which a child couldn't see the outline clearly, but ran to her, shouting "Mom" in her mouth, and Wan Qian woke up with a spirit

When I woke up, I found myself covered in sweat, as if someone had just been fished out of the water.

Wan Qian couldn't sleep anymore, the night in Lhasa was very cold, the Tibetans were already wearing long sleeves when the Han land was hot, Wan Qian felt a little cold, the outside of the hotel was extremely quiet, the stars and the moon hung in the sky, the black sky was a curtain, it looked like the stars and the moon were huge, as if they were close at hand.

Hands can pick the stars.

Wan Qian thought.

She couldn't sleep, so she put on a dress and sat in front of the window, staring at the boundless silence outside, trying to sink herself deeply into the night, becoming one with the night, she was the night, and the night was herself. A steady stream of silent silence reveals darkness into the night.

She thought of Wan Huan, yes, she had no way to let go of Wan Huan. She remembered that Wan Huan was in danger to save her, and he wanted to rescue her, and Wan Qian only understood later. remembered the scene when Wan Huan gnawed on his fingers, and later he would sometimes gnaw on those fingers to expose the white bones.

Wan Qian shed tears, if Wan Huan was still alive, he would not be happy, and he would never be happy. However, Wan Qian covered her face and couldn't help but whimper, she still wanted him to live, or wanted him to live.

Tears flowed down the fingers, cool and salty.

The darkness whispered silently to comfort her, but Wan Qian couldn't understand, she couldn't understand, she couldn't understand. There was a sound of wind outside, like the wind whimpering, and she seemed to see Wan Huan, just somewhere outside the window, suspended in the void.

Wan Qian stood up, but he disappeared again.

Life is hard. Wan Qian whispered, life is really hard. The Potala Palace in the distance is still resplendent in gold. Is it true that if a person is not in the world, all the suffering in the world has nothing to do with that person?

(End of chapter)