The good news that fell from the sky made Meilang Dorjee almost crazy with excitement, and after a while, he got up from the bed, and then paced back and forth in the room, and his excitement was still difficult to calm down.

He could hear his own rapid breathing very clearly, and felt his heart beat under the sudden good news, as if it had become stronger and more energetic than ever.

In the frequency of the heartbeat beating significantly faster, Meilang Dorjee's thoughts flew through time and space, from the loss of his parents in junior high school to the sending of people under the fence, from getting along with Libansuo and Tie Lianlian like parents day and night to the arduous prospecting of Tianjieding, from being blown to the prairie by a tornado to joining Gaoyuan Qingyun Group, from Tang Dashan's apprentice to the core figure of the Strategic No. 1 project, scene after scene passed through his mind like a movie, all of this was too heartbreaking, too sad, too sad and sad!

It's all so unforgettable!

All this, in retrospect at this moment, is almost about to destroy the emotional floodgates of Meilang Dorjee. He really wanted to run out of thousands of miles at this moment, find an empty field and cry, cry out all the emotions that had been buried deep in his heart for many years, let all the sorrow, pain, resentment and depression come out like a torrent of flood, and from then on his heart would be pure and light, no longer dragged down by the repentance of his soul, no longer imprisoned by the shackles of the world.

Meilang Dorjee deliberately did not dare to recall the extremely tragic scene of the lightning and stone fire in the plateau canyon back then. It was a scene that would never give his soul peace, and he hoped that no one or thing would know about it except God and earth.

Hopefully, that scene will only happen for a moment, and after everything is over, it will be forever lost in the smoke and dust of history, the clouds of time and the ethereal breath of the air.

Only in this way will he be able to breathe freely and live with his head held high.

Only in this way can the nightmarish life of many years of grass and trees, how many years of frightened birds, how many years of incognito, and how many years of outlaw can end as soon as possible.

Although the soul can never rest in peace, it can at least be as peaceful as possible. Although it is impossible to stay away from nightmares, it is already happy enough to stand on the verge of being away from nightmares.

Yes, he is happy enough now, incredibly happy!

A child who lost his parents in his teens, who survived great hardships without dying, with the goal of completely changing his suffering fate, almost frantically climbed one mountain after another in life, and was favored by the god of luck again and again.

Now, he has the sister of the mining tycoon Kelsang Tondrup, Tsering Bianzhen, as his future wife, and within half a year, he will surely become the vice president of Gao Yuan Qingyun.

It's all here!

After his own hard work, the dream in his heart is finally about to come true.

It all happened so suddenly.

No, it came at such a timely time.

It all came before the birth of your own child!

These honors and statuses seem to be the most precious gifts for this soon-to-be-born child.

Looking back, Meilang Dorjee felt very unlucky.

Thinking about the moment, he felt so lucky.

There was a "stepping" sound of high heels stepping on the ground in the room, and Meilang Dorjee came back from his long thoughts and saw Tsering Bian Zhen picking out clothes in the wardrobe and dressing up in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Isn't it pretty, let's go out for a walk later," she turned her head to look at Meilang Dorjee and brushed her forehead hair, "Find the best entertainment club or something, I want to sing and see how the people here live the night." ”

Meilang Dorjee knew that Tsering Bian Zhen usually liked singing very much, and when he arrived in this brand-new place, he had a good time, and on a whim, he had the urge to sing, which was also reasonable.

What's more, she grew up in the plateau since she was a child, and she was a literary backbone in high school and college, and she was born with a sweet and high-pitched natural voice, and she sang Tibetan songs that were unparalleled in the school and unrivaled.

She hadn't moved her throat for a long time, and now it must have been an itchy throat.

"Okay. Let's go to karaoke, and I'll be a bodyguard. ”

Meilang Dorjee replied briskly, took out the vertical crossbody bag from the suitcase, put some cash and bank cards, and carried it on his shoulder.

Walking to the elevator, he reflexively thought of something, and said to Tsering Bian Zhen: "Wait, I'll go back to the room to get more money, I'm afraid that if it's not enough, I'll look foreign." ”

Back in the room, he carefully took out the Yuluo Light Wheel that was placed in the most secret place in the box, put it in his satchel, and packed it with his wallet, room keys, mobile phone, etc.

"It's right to treat me so gently, I like it so much. Shark Meng's thin voice came into Meilang Dorjee's ears, "Wait a minute, if you encounter danger, I will help you." ”

Meilang Dorjee was both helpless and angry, gritting his teeth and warning: "Please keep your promise and don't talk again." ”

The taxi took them to the most luxurious local Blue Ocean Entertainment City, and the two booked a private room, led by a small and delicate waitress, and walked directly in.

Soon, a waiter walked in with fruit and drinks, bowed his waist, and greeted everyone very politely.

Tsering Bian Zhen asked the waiter to order eleven Tibetan songs sung by Zhuo Zhuoma, Yangjin Lanze, Solang Wangmu, Caidan Zhuoma, etc., and asked the waiter to turn off the original sound, not to read the subtitles, and to follow the melodious melody, regard himself as a singer standing on the stage, and regard Meilang Dorjee as one of the hundreds of fans in the audience, grab the microphone and sing.

Just as Tsering Bian Zhen was singing intoxicated, a middle-aged man who looked like a manager and looked very handsome walked in.

The waitress saw it, brought a full glass of beer, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled all over his face, came to Meilang Dorjee, bent his waist, and shouted at him, "Hello boss, good boss!" and then handed his business card, and then poured beer for Meilang Dorjee's wine glass. "Boss, I respect you!" After speaking, he raised his head and turned the bottom of the cup to the sky.

"Hello, thank you, prosperous business, prosperous business. Meilang Dorjee responded politely and drank the wine as well.

Tsering Bian Zhen continued to sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" selflessly. The middle-aged man sat next to Meilang Dorjee, listening to Tsering Bian Zhen's singing, the whole person was like a statue, not moving, completely shocked by her penetrating loud singing voice, as if it was about to break through the sky!

"Great, great! I've never heard such a good song. The middle-aged man jumped up and applauded vigorously, "I called my general manager in, he is a tenor and a fan of Tibetan songs, and I asked him to listen to it." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man bowed politely and walked out.