"Yangchuo, this is my business, we are just an employer!"
He was silent for a while, still shaking his head stubbornly, his responsibility did not allow him to leave midway.
Liang Wenfan was a little helpless: "Okay, now I will terminate the contract unilaterally. Yangchuo, go home."
Yangchuo was stunned for a moment, then buried his head. When he looked up at Liang Wenfan again, his eyes were filled with tears: "Mr. Liang, thank you."
When parting, Yangchuo took off his hat, lowered it to the ground, bowed deeply to Liang Wenfan, and gave a Tibetan salute: "Mr. Liang, you are a kind and good man. Buddha will bless you to find the one you love."
Liang Wenfan smiled helplessly, good person? This was the first time in his life that he heard someone comment on him like this. He was not a playboy, not a golden bachelor, not a cold CEO!
After bidding farewell to Yangchuo, Liang Wenfan drove north from Lhasa along the Qinghai-Tibet Highway alone and continued his search.
He didn't know if it was possible to find Hu Xiaowei, but he thought it would be good if he could keep driving like this until the end of his life. At least there was hope!
Xiaowei, letting you cry and struggle in this chaotic world will be the biggest disaster for Liang Wenfan in his life.
Two days later, Liang Wenfan arrived at an unknown hill. There was a small lake at the foot of the mountain with crystal clear water!
Liang Wenfan stopped by the lake, took a break, and washed his car. The severe cold of early winter was approaching, and the cold air in the lake penetrated into his skin through his boots. After all, this was melted water from the snowy mountains, and it was bone-chilling.
Looking at his reflection in the water, Liang Wenfan felt that he was so dark that he almost looked like a Tibetan, with stubble all over his face.
At this time, a faint cry made him look up suddenly. A small figure ran towards him quickly from a distance.
Putting down the bucket in his hand, Liang Wenfan hurried forward to meet him. This was a little Tibetan girl about seven or eight years old. She rushed in front of him, grabbed his clothes, cried and shouted to him in Tibetan: "
Uncle, save my sister!"
"What's wrong with your sister?" Liang Wenfan asked her in half-fluent Tibetan.
"She and I were washing clothes by the lake, and she collapsed all of a sudden. I couldn't wake her up," she said while sobbing.
"Where is your sister?"
She raised her hand and pointed towards the way she came.
After crossing a hill, the back of a woman lying by the lake appeared in front of Liang Wenfan. She was wearing a blue Tibetan robe, with long boring hair scattered around, and a plastic basin filled with clothes overturned beside her. Liang Wenfan
Her face was not visible, but her familiar body outline started to make Liang Wenfan's heart beat wildly.
Putting the little girl down and squatting down next to the blue figure, Liang Wenfan carefully and urgently turned her over and lifted the hair covering her face.
That face was the face that he thought about day and night, thinking that he would never see her again in this life. Now it was quiet and pale. Her usually bright and bright eyes were tightly closed at the moment, looking black and swollen.
Liang Wenfan's trembling hands pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly and never let go.
Finally, after traveling through wind, rain, frost, dust, and snowy wasteland, I found her just when I was about to despair.
Liang Wenfan cried in her heart, it was all his fault that caused her to suffer so much!
"Uncle, what's wrong with my sister?" The little girl's words awakened Liang Wenfan from his ecstasy and confusion.
He quickly checked Hu Xiaowei's heartbeat and breathing. Fortunately, they were normal. It seemed that she had just fainted. Liang Wenfan picked her up and walked toward the car. She was so light that she almost lost her weight.
Carefully put Hu Xiaowei on the back seat and lay down, let the little girl sit next to her to support her, and then followed the little girl's instructions and drove towards her house.
Her home is about five minutes' drive from the lake. The little girl's name is Dara. She was relieved to hear that her sister was fine.
"Is she really your sister?" Liang Wenfan asked her.
"Uncle Jiefan brought her back from Lhasa. But she is just like my sister," Dara said.
Liang Wenfan probably understood what happened.
"How is your sister's health?"
"She is always nauseous, dizzy and unable to eat. The adults ask her to get more rest, but she always refuses to listen. She will leave if they don't let her do things."
"Does she have to do a lot of things?" Liang Wenfan asked with a heavy heart.
"Yes, she has to take care of grandpa and my brother, and also helps with cooking and washing clothes."
Listening to Darla's story, Liang Wenfan was heartbroken. Her dizziness and anorexia were typical chronic mountain sickness, and under such circumstances, she had to do such heavy labor. No wonder she was so pale and thin. Her
The fainting was probably due to malnutrition and physical exhaustion.
After turning around a hill, a small Tibetan-style building made of adobe bricks with colorful Mani flags floating on the top appeared in front of us. A Tibetan mastiff lay crouching in the yard, basking in the sun leisurely.
Carefully carrying Hu Xiaowei, who was still unconscious, out of the car, Dara quickly ran into the house while calling "Auntie".
A Tibetan woman in her thirties came out in response. She must be Dara's aunt Mary. Behind her was a boy slightly older than Dara. Liang Wenfan nodded to them and said in Tibetan: "Hello."
Mary looked at Hu Xiaowei in panic and shouted: "Dawa!"
Dawa? Is this the name they gave Hu Xiaowei?
The second floor was Hu Xiaowei's room. She was carefully placed on the bed. Liang Wenfan carefully took off her shoes and covered her with a quilt.
Then he turned around and said to Mary who was following her: "Hello, I am her family member. She has been missing for several days. I am here to look for her. Thank you for taking her in! Thank you!" After saying that, Liang Wenfan was nice to her.
A gift!
Mary told Liang Wenfan: "Jie Fan said that when he accompanied his father to pray in the Jokhang Temple, a thinly dressed girl walking in front of him suddenly fell down. Jie Fan helped her up and said that she was cold all over and had a headache on her forehead.
It was hot, and she looked sick at first glance. Jie Chan wrapped her in a robe and took her to the hospital. The doctor said she had caught a cold and hadn't eaten for too long. She woke up the next day and Jie Chan fed her.
I ordered something, but when I asked her anything, she burst into tears and didn't say anything. Jie and her father got the medicine from the hospital and took her home. Our whole family liked her very much, and she had nowhere to go, so
We settled in. When I asked her what her name was, she didn’t say anything, so Jie Fan named her Dawa.”
Mary tucked the quilt covering Hu Xiaowei and continued: "She has helped the family a lot. The second daughter-in-law was sick in bed after giving birth to a child a few months ago and could not work. Dawa took care of the child at the same time.
, Dolma and Abba, while helping me with the work at home. Without her, I really can't cope. But she has been in poor health and eats very little. She can't eat the beef and mutton that we Tibetans eat.
Zhan, I only eat some highland barley noodles, milk, and some vegetables and fruits that Jie Fan sometimes goes to the market to exchange for every day. Alas, this girl doesn't know what is sad, and she sheds tears in the lake when she is free."