I didn't ask them about their lives again, pretending that nothing had ever happened.

Then I began my aimless journey, standing on the top of an uninhabited mountain in the southern hemisphere, blowing the wind from east to west and north to south.

Later, I went to countless brightly lit cities, and the winters in those places were not as cold as in northern China.

Memories always joke with me for long periods of time, and sometimes I can't even tell whether the stories are true or false, and whether the people who appear in the dreams are really gone in the end.

A few days ago, I watched "Reader" hosted by Dong Qing, and the theme of that issue was hometown. When the show was broadcast, Dong Qing said in a clean voice: "Hometown is the place we wanted to escape when we were young, and the place we want to go back to when we are old and may not be able to go back." ”

Yes, the place I wanted to escape the most when I was young really became a distant place that I could never go back to when I grew up. In that far away world, the encounters and farewells in the story are still repeated. It's just that they didn't know at that time that everything they borrowed would eventually have to be returned to time.

I'm Lin Xingxing, it's the winter solstice of 2019, and I'm in Tibet, China.

A slender neck, delicate collarbones, a fair back, and two intertwined legs. His deep eyes sparkled with a ghostly glow, looking at her snow-white body, his big hands roaming over her, carefully wrapping around her waist.

I shouted their names hoarsely, but they didn't seem to hear them. I kept waving my arms at them, crying from exhaustion. I heard a voice coming from a distant direction, someone laughing, a very soft and sweet laugh.

They smiled and said, "Lin Xingxing, why don't you die yet?" ”

The sound tore through my eardrums, sending out a sharp pain that sounded like a cone of blood. I just watched my favorite man and my favorite woman lingering and sympathizing, body**, warming each other. I looked at the two faces I knew best, and little by little they went from blur to clearer. It wasn't until I could see the flushed pink on her cheeks that I was instantly awakened and sleepless all night.

Those two extremely delicate faces, one is Zhang Yisheng and the other is Lin Paris.

It's a dream I've had every day for the past few months, on this dark day in the distance

That's how I longed for the dawn to get there.

It is said that if people come back alive after walking around the ghost gate, they will see a lot of things clearly, and I think that's how I am.

Since then I have left that familiar city and embarked on a aimless journey on my own. I have traveled a lot of places, seen a lot of beautiful scenery, and made a lot of new friends. This is my 82nd day in Tibet. For 82 days I waited to be baptized just to do this, longing for redemption.

The sudden vibration of the phone brought my thoughts back, and I lifted my phone to take a look, and the phone number displayed on the screen was late, an older boy five years and two months younger than me.

I picked up the phone, and a belated and cheerful voice came faintly: "Sister, do you know? Zhang Yi was sentenced to death! ”

The sound of being late echoed in my ears, repeated over and over again around the empty snow. I felt as if the whole world had fallen silent, as if time had gone silent.

I didn't speak, and a late voice still came from the phone: "Sister, did you listen to me?" It's a death sentence!! ”

I don't know this is the first time I've heard this sentence, I just think there are two words that stand out and piercing the death penalty!

“......”

"Hey! Sister, why don't you speak? ”

“……”

"Hello?! Sister, are you listening? Feed?! Sister...... Hey......."

"Doodoo"

The screen suddenly went black, and the sounds around me fell silent with my silence. From beginning to end, I couldn't utter a word.

Early the next morning, there was a burst of eagle chirping not far away, which shocked the sky and suppressed the clouds, disturbed the pious mountain turners around me, and also woke me up from the numbness.

I walked out of the inn and looked up to see a flock of vultures hovering in the air. Soon there were people talking around: "What a rare one! The first time I saw so many eagles! ”

I don't know who replied: "Don't talk nonsense, this is a vulture!" ”

Soon, someone answered and said, "Yes! It's a vulture, eating the dead."

"Huh? Cannibalism? Are you talking about sky burial? ”

"Cannibalism? They don't eat living people, do they? ”

"Don't worry, we are not qualified to let them eat, only the most powerful people of the Tibetan nationality can accept this honor. When we die, we will be cremated in the crematorium, and then there will be an urn left, and at most we will find you a small soil bag to bury, and they will not be so rare that they will eat you. ”

"Yes, yes, we are not worthy yet, we still depend on each other"

In the midst of the noise, a little girl's voice came, and she asked her mother glutinously: "Mom, does it mean that if one person dies, then the other person's life is only half left?" ”

I didn't hear her mother's answer, and the late sentence instantly sounded in my head: "Sister, it's a death sentence!" ”

All of a sudden, I burst into tears.

We will always give everything we can to the gods, as if we were blessed and forgiven.

I don't know if you've ever heard the legend that don't just try to climb the snow because you can easily lose your soul there.

The locals are in awe of snow and consider it their patron saint. Therefore, they forbade any climbing, and it was disrespectful to God to insist on stepping on God's body. Therefore, this mysterious peak, which has been publicly commented by several experts and scholars around the world as the most beautiful in the world, has never reached the top today.

I didn't know what was wrong with me that day, as if I was suffering from snow blindness, and all I could see in front of me was the bits and pieces I had experienced with Zhang Yisheng. The good and bad memories of the past are played over and over again like a slideshow. It seems that everything has suddenly returned to square one, when I was still twenty-four years old, I met Zhang Yisheng for the first time at Xu Ziang's wedding scene.

I remember him still smiling at me playfully, and I put my arm on his shoulder and spit out the wine I had just drunk. It was the most I drank in my life, so much so that whenever I think about it later, I'm thankful that God didn't let me throw up in the hospital. Think about it with your toes and know how embarrassing it is for a girl to be carried away by a 120 ambulance at the wedding scene of her first love.

On this point, I am indeed grateful to Zhang Yisheng. 2k reading web