Finally the building was empty.

The family banquet returned to Hong Kong, Geng Xin went to Chongqing, and Brother Happy flew to Guangzhou. The room was empty and I was the only one left. Happy Brother left his sleeping bag, sleeping mat, and trekking poles behind, saying that he would let me stay at the inn and that he would come back next spring. Geng Xin left a large woven bag on the bed, which he asked me to send him back to Beijing. I left a sketchpad, a set of pens, and a set of paints at the family banquet, so that I could draw a few symbols or something when I was free.

Seeing things and thinking about people, from the bustle suddenly returned to silence, the heart was inevitably a little empty, I couldn't sleep that night, so I wrote down the feelings of the journey in my notebook, and tossed until the early hours of the morning. When I woke up the next day, noon had passed, and it was time for afternoon tea. I have been in Tibet for a long time, and I have been walking non-stop, or constantly looking for a place to go, and the afternoon tea has long been forgotten. Today is a rare opportunity to relive the feeling of afternoon tea.

Carrying the family banquet and the small snacks left by Brother Happy, sitting on the sofa in the inn hall, making a cup of strong coffee, lighting a cigarette, that feeling, I haven't seen it for a long time.

Xiao Shi, the acting proprietress of the inn, saw that I was idle, so she turned on the TV for me. On the wall of the inn lobby hangs a strange TV that I looked at a few times when I first checked in two months ago. After that, the TV won't turn on. It seems to have been opened once or twice in the middle, but the good times didn't last long. After I returned from Mount Everest, until the return of Chentang this time, many people have worked hard many times, and no one has ever been able to turn on this extremely strong TV, but today is very colorful, Xiaoshi turned on the TV as soon as he got his way.

Listening to the classic old songs broadcast on the music channel, looking at those familiar or unfamiliar faces, I felt something in my heart.

Sitting on a sofa covered with Tibetan stripes, facing a large coffee table covered with Tibetan stripes, in the middle of which is a glass vase with a bouquet of dried flowers called Stars and Forget-me-nots. Behind the sofa opposite, there is a cargo rack with a small fish tank on the shelf, and there is only one small fish in the fish tank. It is a small fish with strong vitality, legend has it that the innkeeper caught it from the Lhasa River a long time ago, and it is rarely fed by people in normal times, during this time there is a thick layer of ice in the fish tank, and the small fish is still swimming leisurely under the water.

The melody of the old song tugged at me, and my mind drifted somewhere. Looking at the dry sky full of stars and forget-me-nots, I also feel extremely cute.

This afternoon, after drinking coffee, I brewed another cup. After smoking a cigarette, I lit another one. Looking at the multicolored prayer flags hanging overhead, trying to see the scriptures printed on them. The tears were almost visible, but I still didn't see a word. In fact, it was in vain to see it clearly, and it was printed in Tibetan, and I didn't know any of it. Above the prayer flags, there is a transparent roof, and there are fallen leaves rolling on the roof, and behind the fallen leaves, is the attractive sunlight of Lhasa. And what about behind the sun? I couldn't imagine it, so I just didn't think about anything. In the classic melody of the classic old song, I looked at the alluring sunshine of Lhasa and began to be in a daze.

Being in a daze is not a wandering god, making the mind run around like an uncontrollable wild horse. To be in a daze is to make the mind still, to let time and space freeze, and to let everything stay at a certain moment.

This afternoon, the sweetness of a cup of coffee on the tongue, the light of a cigarette on your fingers, the hall, the melody, and even the sunshine belong to another world. I close my eyes, I can't hear my heartbeat, I can't see the noise of the air moving. At this moment, love and hatred have nothing to do with me, and all mundane things are far away from me. My time is empty, there is no world, there is no me.

Quietly, that's all.

Time passed by the inn, and knowing Xiaoshi's greeting when she went out woke me up from my daze.

This afternoon, I realized that it can be so wonderful or indescribable in a daze.