Gong Ziying seems optimistic, but she may have experienced serious emotional damage in the past, and she has never believed in love since then.

Chen Xing has always felt that marriage is the continuation of love, and children are the crystallization of love. But if you think about what Gong Ziying said, there is nothing wrong with it.

The premise of making all this happy is to have love, and how many married couples in this world can have true love?

This proportion is estimated to be non-existent. The rest can only be said to be making do with life. Forget it, don't want this.

The proposition of love is too big, and Chen Xing can't understand it. To be precise, he is still a teenager, not to mention thinking about marriage at his age, and there are many people who have never been in love once, where is he qualified to talk about marriage with others?

It's good to take one step at a time. Leaving the restaurant, Chen Xing wandered around the major attractions in the Holy City alone, waiting for Nima Zhandui to call him.

But soon, at 3:20, Chen Xing received a phone call, and the two met at a teahouse on Xiaozhaosi Road.

Nima Zhan came up and gave Chen Xing a hug, patted Chen Xing's back and said, "I also wanted to say that I will send you something, but I never expected that you would actually be in the Holy City." ”

"I was in Nyingchi before, and I just came back." Chen Xing brought him to his seat and ordered an extra cup of sweet tea.

Nima Zhandui put on the table a shopping bag he had brought over, the shopping bag was Bosideng, but apparently they didn't buy a down jacket for Chen Xing.

"What is this?" Nima Zhandui said: "During this time, the doctor has been saying that your prognosis is very good, and without you, my mother will definitely not survive this time." We live in the country and we can't give you good things, so we made our own set of clothes and hope you don't refuse. ”

"The clothes you made?" Chen Xing's eyes widened, and then he thought of something and asked, "Is it a Tibetan robe?" ”

"Yes, we won't make any other clothes." They talked a lot about things before, and they also knew that Chen Xing liked ethnic minority clothes very much, so this time they took out the materials from the house and asked Tashi to make a set.

If Nima Zhandui wanted to give him something else, the very expensive kind, Chen Xing would probably not ask for it.

But he liked to give Tibetan robes. Even if you don't wear it all the time, you just keep it in your closet and treasure it.

"Thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, you try." Nima Zhandui took out the clothes from the shopping bag, which was actually the outermost thick piece of Tibetan clothing, plus a very beautiful belt.

Chen Xing stretched out his hand to take it, and his clothes were very heavy. The outer layer of the clothes looks very beautiful, not the navy blue that Chen Xing often sees, but a white base, and then there are a lot of beige gray Tibetan patterns, this pattern looks like the logo of Phoenix Satellite TV, but as soon as there are many of them, they become like countless flowers.

White is not pure white, but if you look closely, it is also textured. It feels very firm and silky to the touch.

"This ...... It's expensive, right? Chen Xing hesitated a little again, he didn't want to accept too expensive gifts from others, this dress was not cheap just by looking at this outer material, he had never worn clothes that were so comfortable to the touch.

"It's not very expensive, it's much cheaper to sell it at home, it's also a wish of ours, and if you don't wear this dress, no one will wear it, is it made according to your figure, take it." He took the clothes and asked Chen Xing to change them, and also helped tie the belt.

In fact, there were many people in the teahouse looking at this side, although they couldn't hear what the two were talking about, but when they saw Chen Xing change his clothes, they all let out an exclamation, and even some Tibetans began to take pictures with their mobile phones, let alone tourists.

Really handsome. In fact, Tibetans know the value of this garment better, this kind of clothes are worn by them when there are major festivals, not ordinary civilian clothes.

The white cloud belt alone costs more than 1,000 yuan in the market. Chen Xing touched the clothes on the side and tidied them up, and said with satisfaction: "It's so warm." ”

"It's definitely warm." Nima Zhandui said with a smile,

"The sheepskin is beautiful, and the wool inside is also the fetal hair." Chen Xing looked at the hair sewn inside from the collar, and it looked more beautiful than the plush sold in the clothing market, white, and even had a sense of transparency.

Generally speaking, the best cashmere clothes that people can buy in the market are lamb wool, which is the first shaving after the sheep is born, this cashmere is soft and elastic, and the price is much higher than that of ordinary cashmere, and sheep fetal wool is simply not available.

This is the first time that the lambs have died since they were born, and they have sheared their wool for the first time. This wool is softer than lamb's wool.

But collecting is particularly difficult, and generally sheep families need years to collect before they can make one such garment.

Chen Xing is still only satisfied with the appearance and warmth of this dress, but cannot understand the value of this dress.

Nima Zhandui would definitely not say, anyway, money is definitely not as important as his mother's life in his opinion, giving Chen Xing such a dress, first, he feels that his family owes Chen Xing too much, and second, he himself also thinks that Chen Xing is a good brother worth dating.

He took a few steps back and looked at Chen Xing, nodded with satisfaction: "What a handsome guy, if you are okay next year, come to our Tibetan place to participate in the horse racing festival, wearing this outfit will definitely attract the attention of many girls." Chen Xing looked around, and his heart was already very attractive.

They took off their clothes and put them in bags. Chen Xing sat down and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhandui, I will bring you a gift next time." "There are a lot of specialties that Sichuan Province can bring.

Neither of them drove, and after chatting for a while, Nima Zhandui felt that just drinking tea was not enjoyable, and then pulled Chen Xing to a restaurant to drink, from four o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Xing couldn't resist it and opened a nearby hotel to sleep, Nima Zhandui and the owner of the restaurant didn't know what time it was to drink.

The next day, Chen Xing got up on time no more than ten o'clock. As soon as he woke up from a hangover, Chen Xing's spirit was a little sluggish, but his head was not dizzy or painful.

That's all he can do when he drinks, although the amount of alcohol is average, no matter what kind of wine he drinks, he will sleep when he is drunk, and his head will not hurt when he wakes up.

It was too late to get up, and Nima Zhandui had already gone back and sent a WeChat message to Chen Xing. After replying to the messages that he didn't reply to sleep yesterday, Chen Xing looked through the ticket to leave Tibet.

As more and more people are met along the way, Chen Xing's WeChat is rarely quiet for a long time, Yang Xiu, Song Shulan, Mu Qing and others often send messages and chat with him, and they don't know where Song Shulan's mobile phone came from.

It's impossible not to be taken away by the teacher, right? Chen Xing bought a plane to fly to Shuangliu at half past four in the afternoon.

Get up, get dressed, wash up, and sit on the balcony looking at the Potala Palace in the distance. Goodbye, City of Faith.