Sitting on the departing train, I once again took out the letter that Xichun had left for me, and thought about it word by word, trying to find some clues from it.

In fact, I have taken out this letter and read it countless times in the past two days, and I can even recite every word on it, but I can't think of any information hidden in these few short sentences.

I followed the footsteps we had taken when we were together, and I thought that if Xichun really wanted me to find it, maybe she would be waiting for me somewhere we had been.

I know that she is also reluctant to give up on me, but there are too many things for her to face calmly, so she has to entrust everything to fate.

I went to City A first, and I spent an afternoon wandering around Lakeside Park. Although it is still early spring, the lakeside park is already in full bloom at this moment.

If all this is a dream, then this place is undoubtedly the place where the dream began, and if it were not for the existence of this place, all the things that followed would not have happened.

The row of broad-leaved plants transplanted from the south had long since grown to the sky, and the vines on the promenade by the lake were already densely turned, and the sporadic sunlight shone through the cracks, illuminating a few particles of dust in the breeze.

The mango tree still stands there alone, as if telling me a love story in the lost years.

The blind veteran was still sitting on the edge of the flower bed and pulling the erhu, and I sat silently beside him and listened to the song, and then quietly left......

I went to Hanging Water Town, the place where my first turning point in my life was, and the tourism project had already been completed. Tourists in the forest park walk in pairs, and naughty children laugh and run in the bushes, attracting gentle scolding from adults.

……

When I went to the Temple of Heaven Park in Beijing, it was raining in the sky, and I sat under the eaves of the prayer hall and watched the rain fill the vast world.

A couple walks hand in hand in the rain, and the picture is as beautiful as the eternal Jiangnan ink painting.

My heart gradually fell silent, like a pool of quiet Huaihu Lake.

The original scene came to mind again, making the lake wrinkle slightly.

On the top of Huashan Mountain, I walked the long sky plank road again, and the colorful silk silk that I tied with Xichun on the thousand-year-old pine next to the small platform has long been weathered into dust and smoke, and dissipated in the endless river of years.

All the symbols of love in this world are actually no match for time, and when all the metaphysical symbols are scattered with the wind, it is only found that only love can be eternal in the years.

I think of the moment when Xichun hugged me and showed her heart to me, and I think of every crystal tear she shed. Looking back on my turbulent life, I was closest to happiness at that moment.

……

However, when I walked everywhere we walked together. Relive the memories we share, but never find a single bit of information about cherishing spring.

Whenever I was depressed, I even went to the side of the street to ask every pedestrian who passed by, but everyone shook their heads at me.

I remembered that when Xichun handed me her most precious first night, she had told me that she was willing to accompany me to the ends of the earth. I remember every detail of that night clearly, when I gently held her face and said to her: "If you leave me one day, I will find you all over the world, and I must find you back." ”

I always thought that the end of the earth was just an ethereal statement, but later I learned that there really was a place called the end of the world.

So I really went to the place called Tianya Haijiao, which is located in the southernmost part of the motherland, with its back to Maying Mountain facing the sea, and hundreds of huge rocks standing on the beach, including Tianya Stone and Haijiao Stone, Sun Moon Stone and Nantianzhu.

I walked through every stone on the beach, trying to find the slightest clue that Xichun might have left for me.

I even picked up the starfish left on the beach in the dead of night and whispered my thoughts to it.

……

I have walked through the waves of countless cities, walked alone through the first silent mountain village, I will sit quietly for an afternoon at the crossroads of a city or a tree-lined island in the countryside, because I vaguely feel that maybe Xichun will appear in front of me in the next moment, look at me quietly and smile, and then naughtily scold me for being a fool......

I went all the way from south to north, and I left my mark everywhere I passed, and I hope that if Xichun comes here after me, if she is careful enough, she will be able to find my mark.

It was a gift I gave her on her twenty-sixth birthday, a peach blossom pendant, and it was the only gift I gave her. Until the last time I was at her wedding, I still saw her around her neck.

When summer was approaching, I went to the northernmost part of my country.

In the Hulunbuir steppe, I became acquainted with a shepherd named Zak, a Mongolian man whom I met by chance and who became my lifelong friend for the years to come, although I never saw him again.

The weather was fine that day, and it seemed that the weather on the grassland was always clear, and the endless green grass shone brightly in the May sun, full of life power.

The breeze seemed to open every pore involuntarily, mixed with the smell of green grass and earth, and I felt the urge to indulge in it and never wake up.

Just as I was indulging in this boundless green world, I faintly heard the sound of the horse-head fiddle in the distance, low and melodious, like a river flowing through the grassland, not turbulent and rushing, just quietly passing through the mountains and crossing the valleys, just like these long years.

It was as if a bucket of glass beads had been kicked over on the thick wood by a careless person, and it could easily reach the depths of the soul.

I looked up and saw a faint cluster of white where the blue and green met, and when I fixed my eyes, I knew that it was a flock of sheep grazing.

That's where the sound of the horse-head fiddle comes from.

I was suddenly intrigued to know what kind of person could play such an emotional music, so I walked away from the sound.

When I got closer, I finally saw that the white road between heaven and earth was indeed a flock of sheep, and there should be no less than hundreds of them.

It was the owner of this flock of sheep who played the piano, he was dressed as a Mongolian, but his felt hat and clothes were a little old, and the original bright colors were slightly dull.

He had deep eye sockets, dark and rough skin, and he looked about forty or fifty years old, perhaps he was not that old, but it was only the years of exposure to the sun and winter frost that made him look beyond his actual age.

He was sitting cross-legged on the grass at the moment, his horse-head lyre leaning on his shoulder, the bowstring of his right hand sliding familiarly over the strings, and he squinted his eyes to himself.

Beside him, a black-maned horse stood quietly with its head down, its hooves like snow. It seems that he is dozing off, and he seems to be indulging in the sound of the piano.

He didn't stop playing because of my arrival, and I couldn't bear to interrupt such a beautiful picture, and sat quietly on one side to enjoy the beauty of this rare life.

As soon as the song was finished, I was still unfinished with his gaze on my stubble-covered face, a good-natured smile, his teeth straight and white.

I gave him a thumbs up and said, "You played so well!" "That's what I really want to say to him.

I thought he shouldn't understand Chinese, but I didn't expect him to fold his hands and nod his head to thank me and say, "Thank you, it's very simple, everyone here can play." ”

I was a little surprised, I didn't expect this Mongolian man to speak Chinese, although his Chinese was very difficult to speak, and his pronunciation was not standard, that is, I could understand it, but I was still surprised.

In my heart, I have a preconceived feeling that a Mongolian shepherd like him is still living the most primitive nomadic life, maybe he doesn't know what is happening in the outside world, maybe he has never left the grassland in his life, and only the sheep are his companions all day, and he doesn't know what day and night. However, I was amazed that he could speak Chinese.

He seemed to read my thoughts from my expression and said, "My daughter taught me, she is studying in Beijing, which is a big city!" ”

When he said this, his expression couldn't help but show pride, and I could roughly understand that in his heart, her daughter being able to study in Beijing was the greatest honor in his life.

I said to him, "Yes, Beijing is the capital of our country, and your daughter is amazing!" ”

Hearing this, the look on his face suddenly flew and said, "Yes, my daughter is studying at Peking University, and others say that Peking University is a good university, and she will do great things in the future!" ”

As she spoke, she took out a picture from her pocket and showed it to me and said, "Look, this is my daughter!" ”

I took the photo, on which is a girl in a white dress, with bright eyes and long hair and a very beautiful shawl, and the background is the gate of Peking University, and the ancient gatehouse is engraved with the words Peking University.

I gave him back the picture and said, "Your daughter is so beautiful." ”

He took the photo and looked at it again, and then carefully put it back.

I started talking to him, and although he didn't speak Chinese very well, he was very talkative.

I learned from him that his name was Maupa, and that in a tent a few miles away were her wife and her people, who had recently migrated to the area. I also learned that they had been pastoralists for generations, but there were very few people like them who still lived a primitive nomadic life.

"The grassland is not the grassland it used to be, and there are fewer and fewer grasslands that can be grazing! We don't know how much longer we can last! ”

As the sun set over the horizon, he looked at the sunset on the horizon and muttered.

He asked me my name and the purpose of my visit, and I told me the truth.

I told him, "I'm here to find my love!" ”

He asked me, "Why did your lover leave you?" ”

"Because I did something wrong and upset her!" I say.

He sighed and said, "You are so pathetic! The world is so big, where can you go to find her! After saying that, I shook my head and smiled bitterly, and I said no more.

When the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, he raised his whip and snapped it, put his hand to his mouth and whistled, and the black-maned horse not far away came running quickly with a neigh, which amazed me.

He patted the saddle and motioned for me to sit down, saying, "It's getting dark, go to my house and rest!" ”

I wanted to refuse, but seeing his sincere expression, I agreed.

I sat on horseback, and he helped me pull the reins and drive the sheep in the direction of his house, while the sunset was still burning in half of the sky.

So on this night, I ate the legendary sheep dung roasted naan, which I will never forget.

Zack's yurt was set on a flat, low-lying area, and there were many similar yurts not far away.

When we returned, it was already dark, and the yurt looked warm and quiet in the twilight, with the occasional bean light peeking through the cotton curtain of the yurt.

I knew that this was the wife showing her husband the direction of the house.

Although they are wandering around and have no fixed place, as long as there is still this bean lamp, they know that there are still people waiting for them, and they still have a warm home.

It seems that putting down the cotton curtain is another space, which can help them resist the heat and cold of the four seasons and the joys and sorrows of the world when they are struggling.

Zack's wife is a typical Mongolian woman, wearing a cotton robe, a thick and slightly messy braid, and two clusters of plateau red that are unique to highland women.

She spoke to her husband for a few words, roughly asking me where I came from. Then she smiled and said something to me that I didn't understand, so I had to smile back and she turned and went to prepare dinner.

Mopa smiled and said to me, "My wife said he made us baked naan, and the baked naan she made was delicious!" ”

I also wanted to politely ask her not to be so troublesome, but I suddenly found that I was really not polite in front of this simple and sincere Mongolian man.

It seems that hypocrisy has always been people like me who have been impregnated by the glitz of the city, and unconsciously learned to be hypocritical, but it is these primitive groups of people who can truly achieve the goodwill of human nature and not be polluted by the world.

Zach invited me to sit down by a small hearth, and he added some air-dried sheep dung to the stove, and the yurt was instantly warm.

I watched Zach's wife roll out a dough dough, then wrap the minced lamb and roll it back into pancakes, and the lamb naan was quickly made by her.

It's just that her next action made me a little dumbfounded.

I saw that she brought a dustpan of dried sheep dung, and then sprinkled it evenly on the mutton naan, sprinkled on one side and turned over and sprinkled on the other, which made me suspicious, but it was inconvenient to ask questions and seemed abrupt.

She attached the naan cake sprinkled with sheep dung to the stove and baked it, turning it from time to time, and after a while she smelled the smell of mutton.

Half an hour later, she picked up the naan, patted it off with her hands, and handed it to me.

I smiled and took it, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to eat it.

I glanced at Zach and his wife, trying to confirm from them that this naan was really eaten like this?

I saw them looking at me with a smile on their faces, their mouths slightly open and their faces full of anticipation, as if waiting for me to judge their work.

I finally realized that the slightly hot naan in my hand was really a finished product, and out of politeness, I took a small bite of it.

And then......

I forgot about the shocking way of roasting naan with sheep dung, because my brain was completely occupied by the delicious taste in my mouth.

I felt that the naan cake was crispy, and the mutton juice inside came out in one bite, and the whole mouth was filled with a mellow meat aroma.

I couldn't help but work up my appetite in an instant, and I gave Zach a thumbs up to his wife and took another big bite.

Seeing that I had been affirmed, Zack's wife seemed to be greatly encouraged, and hurried to serve me mutton soup, and Mopa happily poured me a large glass of mare's milk wine, and drank it with me around the fire.

That night, I ate three plates of roasted naan with lamb dung, and I felt the satisfaction of being full for the first time.

I haven't eaten such delicious and unique food since, and I miss it for the rest of my life, and it's the only food I'll never forget.

Years later, I still have a lot of memories when I tell a few friends around me about this experience, and my friends are even more dumbfounded.

A friend finally couldn't resist my fascination at talking about it, and asked me to make it for them.

On a whim, I really found the materials to recall what Zack's wife did, and at the same time make them this legendary sheep dung roasted naan in front of everyone.

As a result, they all vomited after taking a bite......

I was a little puzzled and tasted it.

And then vomited too......

This incident proves one thing from the side, some things can't be imitated, even if the materials and methods are right, they are no longer the original taste at all.

Maybe the times have changed, maybe the place has changed, maybe our state of mind has changed.

Maybe nothing has changed, but the sheep dung has changed.

This is something I figured out later, so I asked a friend who often goes in and out of Inner Mongolia to bring me a bag of sheep dung on the grassland, and I wanted to make sheep dung roasted naan for them to eat again.

It's just that when I invited them, they all refused, and the matter had to be abandoned, which is a big regret in my life.

I stayed at Zack's house for three days because I really liked it, and it wasn't all for the sheep dung naan.

I love Zach, the rugged Mongolian guy and her simple wife, and all the people here.

I love the long skies and the meadows.

I love the sheep and the horses, the yurts and the mare's milk.

I went to herd sheep with Zach during the day, and he told me stories about his daughter and the grasslands. I told him my story, and he burst into tears when I told Anne.

After telling the story of the grassland and me, he played the matouqin for me, and I sang Chinese songs to him, and we were already friends.

During this time, he also taught me to play the horse-head fiddle.

I was able to make a coherent piece of music even though I was able to pull out a coherent piece of music with his guidance, which really made me happy.

I said goodbye to him at dusk on the third day, and he gave me the horse-head qin, which I did not like to be loved, but his insistence made it impossible for me to refuse.

But he couldn't find anything decent to give back, so he had to give him a tight hug.

This horse-head violin, which is not too elaborate in workmanship and is not expensive in materials, has become my favorite ever since. Take it with me wherever I go.

He said that he wished me to find my lover soon, and that he and his wife would pray for me every day.

This touched my heart, and my nose was slightly sour, and I asked him out loud, "Can we meet again?" ”

He also looked a little melancholy because of the parting, and his deep eye sockets faintly shimmered with starlight.

"The grasslands here are so badly damaged, we'll be going elsewhere soon, and you won't find us when you come back!" Gathering and dispersing are all fate, and if fate arrives, we will naturally see you again! ”

I suddenly felt sad in my heart, and I thought about it, it is a great fate to be able to meet in the vast sea of people, and how great it must be to be able to meet again!

I thought of Mu Xichun again, can I really see her again, thousands of mountains and rivers are borderless, where is she now?

I couldn't help but choke up a little when I thought about this.

I said goodbye to Zack, and as I turned to leave, I remembered his distant singing voice behind me.

I know he's saying goodbye to me in his own way, seeing me off with all his most sincere emotions for someone I've met.

After walking a long way, I looked back and saw that he was still standing there waving at me, still wearing the same faded dress he had worn three days before, and his old felt hat, and the setting sun had stretched his shadow for a long time......

In the following years, I carried the horse-head qin sent by Zack to Lijiang, Dali, Xishuangbanna, and Mudanjiang.

I use this horse-head fiddle to sing to the children in the mountains, to the beggars living on the streets, to the slender men on the banks of the Wujiang River, and to the monkeys on the surging Yellow River and Shennong Creek......

Beside a pass in Liangshan, I played a wedding march with this horse-head fiddle and became the sole witness of a couple.

The couple had agreed to follow the most remote road of the road, and if they had not met a person at the end, then they would break up, and if they met someone, they would marry in the presence of this person.

As the sky grew darker, and the last rays of the setting sun fell into the mountain stream, they saw the cliffs ahead.

At that time, they were all desperate, thinking that this was God's will. However, just as they were crying and hugging and about to part, they suddenly found my tent in the hollow of the stone wall......

So they asked me to be a testimony of their love, and I sat by the campfire and played them a wedding march.

When the music played, the couple fell to their knees by the fire and burst into tears......

Summer is gone, and autumn is gone!

As the last snow melted, I felt a little hopeless.

For more than a year, I have traveled to almost every city in the motherland, I have printed tens of thousands of business cards to stay in hotels and hotels in various cities, I tell everyone the story of me and Xichun, begging them to call me if they meet a woman named Mu Xichun, I will pray for them for the rest of my life......

My phone hasn't been turned off for a moment in a year, but the call I've been waiting for has never come.

In the summer, Da Zhuang and Xiao Yu called and said that they would be getting married in a month, and I wish them happiness!

Da Zhuang said on the phone that he had bought a big boat and could take me to the deep sea to have a look, and I heard Xiao Yu sobbing softly beside her!

In October, Jasmine called me to tell me that she was going through the company's listing business, and she said that when I came back, they would still be the shopkeepers!

I asked Jasmine if she was ready to marry Don Jr., and she said loudly that she hadn't figured out whether she loved me or Don Jr., so she couldn't agree to Don Jr.'s marriage proposal yet.

I was about to tell her not to say this again, but I heard Don Jr. giggling from the side!

Huai En called me at the time of the first snowfall.

She cried before she could open the phone.

She told me that she might not be able to wait for me to find my sister, that she had decided to study in the United States, and that there were some things she still needed time.

Before hanging up the phone, she asked me silently: "Uncle! If you find your sister back, I will sincerely wish you happiness. If you can't find your sister, can I be your wife again? ”

Huai'en's words made me want to cry, but I didn't dare to answer the question.

Because I know that recovering Xichun will be the only career for the rest of my life, and no matter how long it takes, I will not change......

I still didn't have much time left, and the letter had already been taken out by me again and again and became fragile, so I had to wrap it in clear plastic before I could open it.

I've known every word by heart, but I've never been able to understand the content.

As I watched the date on the letter approach, I felt powerless and hopeless as I looked at the clouds in the sky.

Where did you go......

Cherish Spring! Cherish Spring......

The new year is coming soon, and spring is coming again.

When the peach blossoms were in full bloom, I sat on the edge of Taihu Lake and looked at the starry sky, clasped my hands together and prayed silently: God, please give me one last chance, if you are really affectionate, give me a little guidance......

When he opened his eyes, a meteor pierced the sky and fell into the western canopy between light and extinction.

I wonder if Anne has re-entered reincarnation, and if so, where is she at the moment?

I think of my silversmith's shop, I think of Anne's bar, I think of the old monk, I think of the vicissitudes.

I immediately got up and took a taxi to the train station despite the darkness of the night and bought a train ticket to Tibet.

Fifty hours later, in the middle of the afternoon, when the sun was shining cleanly, I set foot again in the town after a few years of absence.

Except for the fact that there are more shops lining the streets, nothing seems to have changed.

I went to my silversmith's shop, and stood for a long time in front of it, and there was a middle-aged man in it with hidden silver, which I had never seen before.

The furnishings in the bunk are still the same as when I left, which I never expected.

I thought that if I sold the silversmith shop to Boss Chen, he would definitely renovate it, but I didn't expect him to keep the shop intact.

I walked into the shop, and the middle-aged man who made the silver kindly asked me what I needed.

I smiled and said I'll just take a look.

The middle-aged man said a casual look, and then lowered his head to work.

The more I looked at the ornaments on the wall, the more suspicious I became, because I could see that the craftsmanship of these ornaments was exactly the same as what Uncle Nine had taught me.

I know very well that Uncle Nine definitely didn't have another apprentice when I left, if this person is not Uncle Nine's new apprentice, he must also have something to do with Uncle Nine's mentorship, could it be that this person is a silversmith master invited by Boss Chen elsewhere?

I walked over and asked him, "Master, are you the boss here?" ”

"No, I was hired by our boss!" The middle-aged man replied.

"May I ask if your boss is Boss Chen of the Tibetan silver shop on the street?" I'll ask again.

"No, it is said that it used to be, but in the end this shop was bought by my current boss, and I was also invited by our boss!" He put down the tool in his hand and said to me.

"Where is your boss now?" I'm a little curious.

"I don't know, but our boss also bought the bar on the east side of the street, and she's often there, so you can check it out?"

Hearing this, my heart suddenly moved, and I really wanted to meet this boss.

So I thanked him and left.

When I came to Anne's bar, the first thing that caught my eye was still the light box signboard, which was exactly the same as the original, but it was much newer, and it could be seen that it had been replaced, but it still used the original style design and the name of the bar, and even the Tibetan seal characters on it were exactly the same.

As it was morning, there were no customers at the bar.

There was only one waiter at the counter that I had never seen before, cleaning up the utensils.

When I arrived, the waiter asked me what I wanted.

I ordered a drink, sat at the bar and looked around the bar, surprised to find that even the furnishings were exactly the same as before.

I asked the waiter if they were still there after I told the waiter that they were all gone, and the bar was sold at that time, and I heard that a girl bought the bar a year ago and restored it to its original appearance.

My heart suddenly clicked softly, like the sound of a worm's cocoon breaking, and then a bright light shone in.

Suddenly, I felt a thrill all over my body.

The master of the silversmith shop said that the silversmith shop was also bought back from Boss Chen a year ago, and this person not only bought the silversmith shop but also the bar, and restored them back to their original state!

Don't......

"What's your boss's name?" I asked eagerly, and my breathing instantly became rapid.

The waiter was obviously confused by my tone, and looked at me suspiciously, "I don't know, I just came!" ”

"Do you know where your boss is now?" I'll ask again.

"I don't know! But the owner has been coming back with some nice stones every time he comes back from outside lately, you see! He pointed to the window on the wine cabinet for me to see.

I just glanced at it and turned and rushed out of the bar, because I knew where I had these stones coming from, and that there was no other place like them.

I left the bar and ran in the direction of Cangyongcuo, and the thoughts in my heart became stronger, and I couldn't wait to witness my thoughts......

……

On the wrong side, Anne's tomb is still quiet. As I approached, a familiar floral scent entered my nostrils.

I was amazed to find that a large cluster of red roses was blooming in front of Anne's grave! Swaying under the spring breeze, but not delicate at all.

I suddenly understood that Yingshanhong could also be so enthusiastic in this kind of place......

I suddenly remembered Xichun's letter: I have planted the seed...... I will be waiting for you in the season of flowers in the coming year......

My heart seems to stop beating suddenly!

I see, I see......

I walked slowly to Anne's grave!

Suddenly, I heard the gentle sound of the reeds on the wrong side, and I turned my eyes to look at it, which made my body tremble uncontrollably......

Xichun was dressed in a pink dress, wearing a garland woven with red on her head, and holding a small bucket in her hand.

The moment they looked at each other, she was the same as me, and her body trembled.

Under the bright sunshine, we looked at each other quietly, and a thousand words disappeared into invisibility at this moment, and there was no longer a single sound between heaven and earth!

We just looked at each other quietly!

And then we all laughed......

Halfway up the mountain in the distance, a loud bell suddenly sounded.

I remembered that when I left, I asked the old monk a question, and I asked him if there really was a Garan land in this world.

But I now have the answer.

Because I, my Garan, is in front of me right now!

After writing the last word, I fell into a long silence, and the first book of my life after a year was finally finished.

First of all, I would like to thank myself for sticking to the end of the story despite not achieving anything, and finally living up to my dream, no matter what, I did it.

Secondly, I would like to thank my readers and friends, it is your encouragement that gives me the motivation to go further, maybe you just subscribe to a tip and a comment, which is a great happiness for me.

Although the number of readers of this book is so small, and there are only 30 orders by the end of the book, I still thank you from the bottom of my heart. I bow down and thank you here.