Qingdie finally left. She did not say goodbye to Yun Xi, because before she left, Yun Xi had left quietly. Yun Xi was so similar to her, because she was afraid of being hurt, she was not even willing to say goodbye, and could only stay for a while.
They can't control their hearts and do things that make each other regret.
When she woke up that day, Yunxi was no longer around. She stood at the door of the small courtyard, looking at the rising sun in the east, shining quietly on the fields. She was holding the key left by Yunxi, and she already understood in her heart.
Yunxi's affection and helplessness.
She was grateful to him, grateful that he understood her and respected her in this way. But she could not respond to such affection because they met at the wrong time and were destined to be fruitless. And because she absolutely could not let herself go.
causing another woman to be harmed.
She will never interfere in other people's marriages. This is her solemn promise to herself!
When Qingdie left, she did not say goodbye to Aunt Luo and Uncle Liu. At dawn, when there was no one around, she picked up the horse that Yun Xi had left for her, carried a simple bag on her back, and left alone.
Sometimes she doesn't know the meaning of wandering. She longs in her heart to stay in one place and live a quiet life, but the endless surge in her heart and the restlessness of her soul are always calling her. She doesn't know what encounters she will have in the future.
Waiting means you can only listen to your inner call and follow your inner guidance, but cannot be independent.
She walked alone through the vast fields. The green plants spread to the horizon. The farmers worked hard between the sky and the earth. Sweat fell from their sun-burned faces. Although it was hard work, there was always a warm and tenacious smile on their faces.
.Sometimes she stood under the shade of a tree for a long time, looking at this most simple scene, and her heart was moved.
She passed through villages and cities one after another. She asked them for water, asked them to stay overnight, and lived with them. She ate the lowest meals and slept on the same hard bed. She felt that her heart was becoming more peaceful day by day. She was quiet.
Watching them quietly, feeling their joy and sorrow, I used my unique charcoal pen to draw the simplest expressions one after another on the snow-white paper.
Days like this reminded her of the days in Tibet ten years ago. The people there all had faces of suffering but faith. Every wrinkle on their face was like a mark carved by a knife, carrying a sacred light. She
How much I miss those simple people!
She integrated herself into this crowd, felt the loveliness of life with her heart, and breathed in the torrent of the times. She thought she could go on like this forever. But the surge in her heart told her that it was impossible.
She was vaguely looking forward to what the future would bring, but she was determined. Because she knew that what was going to come would always come.