"The snow in Lhasa has been chaotic for thousands of years, quietly accumulating until the world of mortals is annihilated. The incense burning in your hands is bright and dark, and the footprints on the snow are deep and shallow, as if they are prophecies with no ending. Follow them and kneel in front of the snow-capped mountains and whisper quietly. I made many wishes, followed the crowd for several streets, sat on the roadside holding butter tea, fantasizing about Maggie Ami’s face, can’t you let it go? The expectations are very shallow, the legendary love has always been beautiful and far away, story At the end, no one was speechless. He looked up and saw a different blue sky. He sat next to the Potala Palace and thought for a long time..."
Lin Ze lit a cigarette, tilted his head and glanced at Dong Xiaowan, who was humming and driving, and said with a smile: "It sounds really good."
"Thank you." Dong Xiaowan said with a pure smile, "I like this song very much."
"Why do you suddenly want to come here?" Lin Ze looked out the window at the buildings. Different from the cosmopolitan city of Yanjing, the architectural style here is unique and has a somewhat paradise-like artistic conception.
He has been to many places, including deserted fringes and countless prosperous metropolises, but he has never been to a place like this.
"Because I wanted to." Dong Xiaowan smiled and said, "That's why I came."
"Good reason." Lin Ze gave a thumbs up,
"Do you like it here?" Dong Xiaowan asked,
"I like it." Lin Ze nodded, then shook his head and said, "But according to my experience, some tourist attractions are no longer worth visiting because there are too many places to play and they are already rotten."
"It's not necessary to play." Dong Xiaowan blinked and said, "We will only stay here for one night and then return."
",." Lin Ze opened his mouth wide, speechless,
one night,
I don’t know how much I spent on gas. I only stayed here for one night and then went back?
Although he couldn't figure it out, Lin Ze didn't bother to think about it.
Dong Xiaowan, who behaves himself in everything and never crosses the line easily, is willing to be a bad boy for once. Brother Xiao Lin is extremely supportive.
"Where do you want to go?" Lin Ze asked,
"Potala Palace." Dong Xiaowan said,
"good."
The two changed places, with Lin Ze driving the car.
Lin Ze had heard of the Potala Palace, but he had never been there and never thought about coming.
He is not a man who complains about spring and autumn at all. The harsh life in the past twenty years has made him develop the simplest way to survive. But Dong Xiaowan is not the same. Dong Xiaowan is still very simple and there are many things he wants to do in his head. It was something she didn't dare to do, so she came to Lhasa, which she had always wanted to see, and stood in front of the Potala Palace where people were coming and going.
The building is majestic and magnificent. This is Lin Ze's evaluation of the palace in front of him.
Dong Xiaowan just stood in the square with a pious expression, staring at the beautiful building calmly, without saying a word.
She didn't make a sound, and Lin Ze didn't bother her. He just guarded her quietly, like a knight-errant protecting a princess, cautiously and seriously.
After an unknown amount of time, Dong Xiaowan finally turned her head slightly, took Lin Ze's rough hand and said, "Lin Ze, thank you for coming with me."
"No matter what you wish for," Lin Ze said with a smile on his face, "As long as you say it, I will do it."
"I know." Dong Xiaowan nodded and said softly, "You are willing to do anything for me, how could I not know."
Lin Ze tightened her cold palms and said, "It's getting late, let's find a hotel to stay."
"Yeah." Dong Xiaowan sighed softly,
Lin Ze saw that Dong Xiaowan seemed to be in a low mood, so he found a nearby hotel with a good environment to stay. Maybe he was too tired, so Dong Xiaowan took a rest without even eating dinner. Lin Ze stayed by her bedside for a few hours and went downstairs. After eating something casually, I went back to my room to rest.
Driving day and night these past few days, even he was a little tired, let alone Dong Xiaowan, who has a delicate body and a soft body.
After lying on the bed and watching TV for a while, Lin Ze fell into sleep.
Lin Ze, who had not had a dream for a long time, had a very hazy dream.
The dream begins with a blazing battlefield, with iron horses and fierce battles, and bursts of thunder. Lin Ze's identity in the dream is very ordinary. He is just a humble warrior in front of the battle. He holds a spear in his hand and stares at the enemy eagerly, following the formation. With the former general's roar, thousands of soldiers and horses rushed toward the enemy.
Blood dyed his vision red, and soldiers fell beside him one by one, but Lin Ze was full of courage and kept fighting with the enemy.
The war raged from morning until late at night. Blood dyed his sight red and soaked the land, but the sky was filled with haze.
This was a battle with no win or loss. At least Lin Ze found that the enemy troops were constantly decreasing, and his comrades were also falling one by one.
When he was exhausted, his comrades who had been fighting bloody battles suddenly disappeared, and the enemy troops also disappeared out of thin air, which made him extremely curious.
He took off his blood-stained helmet, held the spear in one hand, and held the sword tightly with the other hand, walking on the uneven battlefield,
Smoke was everywhere, and bursts of smoke penetrated into his nasal cavity, making him very uncomfortable. His throat became dry for a while, and he was in great pain.
He dragged his exhausted body forward step by step, until he pierced the smoke and his vision became clear.
There is a white tent in front, as if it has never experienced war. The tent is very clean, standing alone and eerily on the battlefield.
Maybe he couldn't stand the pungent air outside, or maybe he was curious about what was hidden inside the tent, so he picked up his spear and broke in.
"You're here."
Behind the long case, there is a handsome young man dressed in white, with a jade face and phoenix eyes, a slender figure, and a brush gently held in his flawless white hand, as if he is drawing something.
"Who are you?" Lin Ze asked cautiously,
"It's me." The young man in white raised his head, and that familiar yet unfamiliar face came into Lin Ze's eyes.
it's him,
It's actually him,
Lin Ze was so shocked that cold sweat broke out on his forehead involuntarily.
"You win." The young man in white smiled and said,
"We won." Lin Ze frowned slightly, "Why did we win?"
"Our army was defeated." The young man in white wrote lightly, "a great defeat."
"Who am I, and who are you?" Lin Ze asked blankly,
"Is it important?" The young man in white stopped writing and said, "If you win, you win."
"If you win, take good care of her."
The young man in white picked up the portrait on the long desk,
Looking at the antique beauty in the portrait, Lin Ze's heart suddenly tightened.
He knew the woman in the portrait, not just acquaintance,
But this is a dream. In the dream, he cannot give the answer to who this woman is.
"You are braver than me, stronger than me, and you have never made any mistakes." The young man in white sighed softly, stood up and said, "Follow me."
After that, he opened the curtain behind him,
What is outside the curtain is not a battlefield littered with corpses, but a lonely and lonely foothill.
The cold wind at the foot of the mountain ruffled the long hair of the young man in white, and also woke up the tired Lin Ze.
"Look at the top of the mountain." The young man in white pointed at the top of the mountain.
Lin Ze followed his gaze and saw that under the hazy moonlight, a peerlessly independent girl was holding her face in her hands and thinking deeply.
She is so clean and pure that no one dares to blaspheme her.
Even if I look at it twice, I feel inferior in my heart.
The young man in white took Lin Ze's arm, turned around, and said with a gentle smile: "A hero matches a beauty. In this world, you are the only one who can take care of her."
"Don't let her get hurt, okay."
"No one is as flawless as her." The young man in white smiled, pulled out the sword from his waist, wiped it on his fair neck, and fell into the abyss.
