At sunset, I returned to the hotel with a tambourine, and the owner of the hotel asked me in English if I could play the tambourine, I nodded, but he pulled me to the side street opposite the hotel.

I wasn't the only one playing the music, but I heard the boss babble to a group of people, then looked at me and motioned for me to play a song for them.

Although I was a little helpless, I sat down, put my hands on the tambourine, and prepared to play.

When I was studying at Stanford, there was a black man from Africa next door, and I loved this instrument the most.

There are still a lot of things to pay attention to when playing the tambourine, the strength of the arms is exquisite, and the three points of the forearm, wrist and fingers must be kept in a straight line, and then, the drum surface will emit three basic notes according to your rhythm.

I rarely played these things after graduating from university, but I didn't expect that today's small performance could be regarded as an addiction, and passers-by in Nepal applauded me, and to a certain extent, it brought me a sense of satisfaction.

It turns out that I am not as bad as I imagined.

The owner of the inn wanted to invite me to drink because of the performance, but I calmly refused, probably because the tambourine exerted some energy, and I slept peacefully that night.

If you think about it, it's been more than half a month since I came out.

The next morning, the owner of the hotel knocked on my door, saying that a group of people had gone paragliding, and he also gave me a ticket to thank me for my "performance" yesterday. I thought about refusing, but he pulled me into the car.

To my surprise, the paragliding instructor was actually from the United States. That way, we don't have a problem communicating, and he told me that paragliding is about waiting for the right wind and then flying with it. At that time, when our body leaves the ground, we will sincerely feel a state called free space.

The coach said that I was longing, so I ran to the gliding position with the large group, and the moment I was about to fly down, the wind sprinkled on my face, and I felt more relaxed than I had ever been.

The flight time was not very long, when my feet fell to the ground, the tension and excitement in my heart had not completely dissipated, the coach came to give me a thumbs up, and a Sichuan girl in the same company actually asked me for my phone number.

I can only apologize for saying no, in fact, there is none, I haven't used the domestic number for a long time, and most of the time, my phone is in airplane mode.

Immediately after returning to the hotel, I took a shower and let out a long breath as I lay on all fours on the bed. After touching my heart, I realized that my heartbeat was not at the normal level at all.

Paragliding is exciting and intense, and this feeling happens to be the same as the taste given by love. Think about it, when you don't really establish a relationship with her, isn't it this feeling of going up and down and not knowing the future?

Of course, I once thought that as long as she and I confirmed the relationship, Zeng Ziqian would not be entangled any more, but after a period of time, I realized that I was too naïve. Because I know, it's the second time he's used the company's interests because of her.

The first time he used Hengyu's reputation in exchange for entanglement with her, I thought it was an impulse, but the second time, when I heard that he spent a lot of money to invest in Debil Diamond, I knew that it was not as simple as an impulse. I've read reports about Zeng Ziqian, and I know that this man won't easily link his interests to a woman, and if he really does, there's only one possibility - he cares about her too much.

The contest between us is not a day or two, the desire to win will make the contest between each other never stop, I know that this time her choice must have given Zeng Ziqian a great deal of blow, it stands to reason that he should not continue to entangle.

In the face of such a move, in addition to helplessness, I can only wait and see. Or, wait for her to come to me for help.

But she didn't, so what about she? Or can't bear to stand on the opposite side of him completely? I don't know any of this. All I know is that if she doesn't want to say it, I don't have to force her.

I don't know how else I can get her to reject that man other than being nice to her, and I know that I don't have that position. I don't know what other way to express myself besides being nice to her, in fact, I'm also a good man.

It wasn't until Ms. Fu told me the news that her mother's death had something to do with my father, whom I had never met.

Is it a trick of fate? Why force me to retreat when I decide to go all out? I couldn't figure it out, so I calmed down all night, and according to Ms. Fu's proposal, I lied to her.

I knew what it meant for me to leave at the height of my rivalry with that man, but what else could I struggle with if Heaven had already arranged for it? I have only one thing to pray, and the fact that Ms. Fu said is nothing more than a misunderstanding.

As a result, the European exchange meeting that she was originally told about turned into another destination, her hometown.

I forced myself not to think about it, and went to the local police station according to Ms. Fu's guidance, and after careful inquiry, I got the news reported at that time the next night.

It was an accident.

But the two people involved in the accident, one of them, was indeed her mother.

After learning the news, I hid in the hotel alone and drank, and I tore up the newspaper that reported it at the time, and the tears that I could suppress still flowed out.

I finally understood what it means to make people by creation.

When Ms. Fu found me, I was still asleep in the hotel, she put her arm around my shoulder and cried and said sorry to me, I wanted to be angry with her, but I restrained myself. I selfishly thought about how nice it would be if I was really just an orphan, but I swallowed this sentence back.

Ms. Fu is my only relative in this world.

We are each other's only relatives in this world.

The mother and son hugged each other and cried, there were some words that we didn't say, I only remember her saying: "Wen Hao, let go and love, anything, I will handle it for you, after so many years, let go of what should be put down." ”

It took me a whole night to understand Ms. Fu's words, but when I think of that time at home, when she told me in a hoarse voice that she hated the words of the hospital, my heart felt like a knife.

Even so, I chose to be selfish, to pretend to be nothing, and to return to that city.

I wanted to see her, so as soon as I got off the train, I drove to her residence, and what I didn't expect was that here, I saw a scene of him and her continuing entanglement.

I began to be jealous of Zeng Ziqian, or I have always been jealous of his position in her heart, but at this moment, this jealousy suddenly couldn't be restrained, why couldn't he let go? She's my girlfriend now.

The anger that I had thought had been suppressed for a long time suddenly came out of my heart, and I rushed forward with a quick step and struck the man in the face.

That's right, I, who have always called myself a gentleman, did it this time.

My possessiveness, at this moment, has seriously exceeded the standard. You know, just the night before yesterday, I had convinced myself a hundred times before I made up my mind to come back to her, why should he continue to pester?

I sighed for my irrationality, all along, my grandfather gave me a very strict tutor, we are men, and we were all soldiers, but we disdain to solve it by force, this is our spirit, but at that moment, I really couldn't restrain it.

I went to take a shower, and after calming down a bit, the first question that popped into my mind was, what if she got angry?

I was a little scared, afraid that Zeng Ziqian would know this secret, afraid that he would take advantage of the situation and snatch this woman in my arms.

There's nothing wrong with her, to blame, I can only blame that man for having too many means, she's not his opponent, and likewise, I don't want to play any tricks with her, I want to trust each other and be together.

But I know very well that that incident has made it impossible for us to be together simply.

And I'm still selfish, I thought, just wait, and tell her this fact myself when I'm like that man who has left a mark on her heart.

I can see that her family likes me a lot, and I am willing to care about everything she cares about, when I heard that her little mother personally invited me to her house for dinner, I knew that my opportunity had come, you know, in China, serving my father-in-law and mother-in-law well, it is one step away from getting married.

However, it was at this time that my worst fears happened - Zeng Ziqian texted me about it.

I had no choice but to hide from her and go to Fuga, but in the end, it turned out to be a mistake.

See, paper can't contain fire, at least to this extent. And by the time I realized this, the spark had already started a prairie fire.

I feel guilty, I don't dare to face this woman who once tried to treat me wholeheartedly, I am sad, sad that I tried so hard, but I can't escape my fate after all, I am angry, and no matter how much anger I have, I can't resist the distress for her.

I gave her the choice, and when I thought about it, my guilt seemed to decrease a little, and now that I think about it, it seems that I have always given her the choice.

I was thinking that it would be nice if I could do it all over again, at least, I wouldn't give her the choice so easily, I think, between men and women, there should be respect, but when the time is right, you must show a tough attitude, at least, in the matter of loving her, there must be no compromise.

By the time I realized this problem, she already had Lele, and I was destined to be nothing but an outsider.

But everything that followed told me that it was not a good thing to be an outsider, at least, when she needed it most, I was half a relative.

One less lover, one more friend, one, a friend who will never be able to cross the line.

After a month in Nepal, I embarked on a journey to India, I think, some things will slowly fade with time, some strong feelings like wine, will always turn into a bowl of clear nectar one day, one time, but in this time when you chase me, those pain, those joys, those sour and sweet memories, are real, I hope she is happy, and will always be happy, and I, maybe one day in the future, can find my home.

Thank you for going through my life. I love.

ps: Zhao Yang Xiaobai will start tomorrow. I guess regret is also a part of life.