As soon as I picked up the pen, I was torn.

Entangled in many familiar people, entangled in the stories that I have heard and witnessed. I want to write beautiful stories, such blueprints come easily, some lovers eventually become married, and some have become a family of three. But I always feel that although it is beautiful, it seems that something is missing. If you want to write a story about the inadequate, there are many such things, and beautiful dreams are finally disillusioned in the dust of reality. But I feel too monotonous.

Since you're struggling, let's think about it while writing.

I subconsciously wanted to write about the touching things and people in a colorful time, but when I wrote it, it was out of shape. I had no choice but to stop.

Two days ago, I talked on the phone with Geng Xin, Family Banquet, and Happy Brother respectively. Geng Qi is preparing his specialty tsampa restaurant in Beijing, and when he was hiking in Tibet, he has been changing his ways to make tsampa in different ways. Happy brother wants to open a honey wax handwear processing factory in Guangzhou. The family dinner wanted me to go to Hong Kong to see her, and she was still so heartless and happy. I heard that she finally met the helper, a maverick girl in the business atmosphere.

When I first arrived in Lhasa, I was in a hostel, and the helper slept on my top bunk. The nickname of the gang leader is Da Chao, because when she appeared, she carried a big bag about her height, and held a long bamboo pole in her hand, and a Gesang flower was inserted in the pole. Dachao said that she was the leader of the gang with a dog-beating stick, and the name of the gang leader came from this. The helper later returned to Hong Kong early, and she was the leader of a university student union in Hong Kong. She was joined by a dozen other students. At that time, there was a student movement in Hong Kong. Before leaving, she resolutely pulled me and Da Chao to take a few group photos, and I said that I hoped she would become a strong earth instead of a martyr.

At that time, we had a room full of strange things, including the instructor of the special forces, the rich man who drove a Humvee with two mannequins, the dean who pasted the oily noodles on the top when he saw the girl, the second-class girl who wanted to know how many he was, the volunteers who had been in Tibet for many years, the girl who hid in the toilet and took private photos with a miserable appearance to ask the family to give money, and the Anhui boy who walked the whole tea horse road alone and walked alone on the Punogangri Glacier. There are also three college classmates who came together but have their own stories......

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of these three people, especially the guy with long hair, a rich second generation, but after 10 o'clock in the evening, he would go to the gate of Barkhor Mall on time, take a bicycle helmet and go to sing, often causing the police to intervene.

Thinking of this, I don't dwell on it anymore.

The old entanglement is gone, and new disputes have reappeared.

I can't decide. Am I deliberately shaping something?

I thought about life, in life, if something like this happened to you, you were in the same environment as him, what would you do?

We can't keep things from happening in our lives, so how can we blame them for right and wrong?

That's it, it's full of entanglements. One