We looked at each other with a tired and bitter smile on our faces, and it took a long time for me to tremble and say, "It's gone?" ”

"Well, maybe I've run out of strength. It's going to take a break before you catch it up again! Ni Niandie nodded in confirmation, her face was pale and her face was covered with sweat.

"What's the parking?" My uncle yawned and walked into the cab from the back of the RV, and glanced at the two of us: "Why are you two sweaty, what good things have you done?" ”

People who sleep well are really envious, jealous and hateful, and I really hope that I am the one who is sleeping just now. I secretly complained to myself. Moreover, this father actually said something very different in front of his daughter in an ambiguous tone, which is really unqualified. Is Ni Niandie really her biological daughter!

"Dad!" The daughter glared fiercely at her father, who had a parent-child relationship with her: "That thing chased after me just now, and our carload of people almost died." I'm tired, I'll open it for you! ”

The uncle scratched his head in embarrassment and shifted to the driver's seat. Ni Niandie pulled me into the middle of the RV that served as the living room: "I've been scared for half a night, ah, speaking of which, you haven't eaten for three days, are you hungry?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, my stomach sounded like a 'bang' of hunger. Seeing my complicated expression, she covered her mouth and laughed: "Hear me, hehe, I'll get you something to eat." ”

Letting me sit down on the short, narrow couch, she pulled out an apron out of nowhere and put it on, opened the can and cooked me a simple meal. Maybe I was really hungry, but that simple meal made me have a lot of aftertaste, and I ate it all in three or five clicks. Ni Niandie sat opposite me upright, smiling and holding her head with her hands to watch me eat, like a little wife serving her husband.

"Look at what I'm doing!" I glanced up at her.

"Well, nothing." She shook her head: "It's been a long time since I've been in contact with anyone other than my parents so closely, it's a bit new. ”

It turned out that she treated me as a rare species similar to the zoo, and the reason for feeding me food may be similar to the mentality of throwing peanuts to the monkeys in Monkey Mountain under the sign that says 'No Feeding'.

In today's situation, I can't help but think of the above situation.

"Whew. Tired. I'm going to go sleep for a while, too. "Ni Niandie saw that I finished eating, and neatly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Wait." To be honest, I still have a lot of doubts I want to ask her. But she waved her hand: "If you have anything to say tomorrow, I'm really tired." If you want to ask anything, if you are not in a hurry, ask my dad. ”

With that, she slipped into the bedroom.

I scratched my head and walked to the driver's seat to talk to my uncle, but he didn't look at me. completely lost his demeanor and show expression in front of Ni Niandie, and his face was numb as if his facial nerves were out of balance. I just look at the road outside. In the face of his cold and violent feelings, I swallowed what I wanted to ask. Although this person is cheerful in front of his daughter, he may also have a lot of pressure hidden in his heart. Also, anyone who has been running away from the car for eight years will leave some mental illness behind.

With his daughter and his wife with mental problems, he lived a day of hiding in Tibet, driving on national highways and seemingly aimless tours on highways. This kind of romantic life is what many young people look forward to, but only the person concerned knows that once it stops, it will be accompanied by death threats. They go day in and day out. Year after year, everyone is already tired from the horror of 'that thing', from body to soul.

So I didn't ask anything, because my uncle was wary of me. He doesn't want his simple daughter to be deceived or even hurt by strangers. He saw me sitting next to him, but he still didn't say anything, let alone warn me. There was silence and silence until I left and returned to the couch in the living room.

His whole body exuded the smell of 'stay away from me'. This made me very unhappy and helpless.

In this way, I sat on the sofa bored, but my mind was sleepless because of the saturation of sleep, and I was awake to death. The night dissipated in my wakefulness, and the eastern sky revealed a dark red. The red clouds seemed to burn, and gradually burned all over the sky.

A new day has finally arrived.

And where am I going to go?

"Do you know how many people jump off this bridge every year?"

"I don't know."

"376 people, an average of 1 per day. 03 people will jump down from this 40-meter-high bridge. You know why? ”

"I don't know."

"Because of heartbreak."

This very unnutritious conversation was initiated by Ni Niandie, who was sitting next to me, and we walked along the Beidu River for a long time, still a mountain road. Now I can more or less understand why the speed of the RV is not slow, but the contribution to the trip is always small. Along the way, my uncle would make random detours. Or stop halfway down the national highway and turn around. I kept tossing and turning, so I was in a coma for three days and a whole day today, and I only walked a distance of 280 kilometers. After entering Ganzi Prefecture, there were more Qiang bunkers made of schist, and the Qiang people, who developed because of tourism and animal husbandry, painted their three-storey stone houses in various colors, and planted beautiful plateau flowers in front of them.

After passing through the black city, he completely entered the Qiang Autonomous Region, and Ni Niandie pointed to a bridge and asked me boring questions and answers.

"If a broken heart could kill people, I would have died countless times." I don't agree with her words.

She smiled noncommittally: "But that's the case, many people want to run into Tibet to cleanse their souls for no reason, saying that it is the place where their hearts belong." It's really funny, Tibet is just sparsely populated, and Buddhists are more religious than the average region. Wash the heart, cut, if the heart was so easy to wash, there would not be so many suicides on that bridge. ”

Is this guy in self-denial? I looked at the bridge with a blank face. In fact, I have heard a little about the fame of that bridge, and many tourists who have suffered setbacks and run into Tibet to cleanse their souls have just walked on the bridge and committed suicide as soon as they were halfway through the road. It's inexplicable or inevitable. This river, which originates at the southern foot of Bayan Kala Mountain, rushes and rushes, jumping from a bridge more than 40 meters high into the water of the canyon, and the body and life will indeed be washed away.

"Speaking of which, why do you want to go to Tibet?" I asked suddenly.

"There's no special reason, it's just that the last time my dad was in an Internet café, I heard that there is a temple in Lhasa that is particularly effective in exorcism. So I wanted to ask for help. Ni Niandie's voice was a little helpless. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come and your support, which is my biggest motivation. )

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