For Xiao Hu, there is nothing he can't let go of. He believes that Wei Tian will live a good life and take good care of his mother and aunt. He forcefully drove away Lao Zhao and Duoji, but the other party had no choice.
No one can stop what Mustache has decided. When looking at Lao Zhao's back in the distance, Mustache feels uncomfortable. This may not be a separation of life and death. But only Mustache knows that he will never have the chance to see each other again in his life.
In the lonely mountains, perhaps only Mustache was left. All life was depressed and dormant, and only he was still alive. The moment he turned his head, his eyes were hazy, and he seemed to see many people, one by one slowly passing by him.
Passing by, he wanted to call them and hold them, but the other party was just a shadow, unable to call or hold them.
It was a bad feeling, passing each other but not being able to recognize each other. He knew that they were walking on two different roads.
Mustache re-entered the ancient city that was dusted by time and forgotten by the world through the entrance. Everything was familiar and yet seemed strange. He walked into the space behind the gap and got close to the huge figure on the ground.
In the sundial picture, he clearly remembered that Jia Luorong disappeared in that big cauldron.
"Where are you, what are you doing..." Mustache looked at the dark cauldron.
He knew what he should do. He just wanted to come here again and see the place where Jialuorong disappeared. He also knew the consequences of doing so, but he had already decided.
There is a very faint mark in the cauldron, and the words Jialuorong left in Mustache's heart are constantly echoing, resonating with the faint mark.
Mustache left here, he still has some things to do.
He arrived at Li Neng's home, then went to Xia Kamba Temple, and finally took a look at Ngawang. He arrived at the thin pasture near Jialuorong's home. The green grass had just sprouted, and the blind woman could no longer see it.
He traveled to many places, and his last stop was Lhasa.
The noisy Barkhor Street was just like before. As Mustache walked among the crowds, it felt like it was a lifetime ago. Many, many people passed by in a hurry, and suddenly, a very familiar figure appeared in front of him.
His pupils shrank instantly, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hands. What he saw seemed to be the figure of Gesang Meiduo. The figure passed quickly past him, as if leaving a string of silver behind.
A bell-like laughter. He felt that he would not be mistaken. He would not be mistaken.
But when he suddenly turned his head to look at the figure, he couldn't see anything. The figure seemed to be submerged in the noisy crowd, and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.
He remembered what Gesang Medo had said to him a long time ago: No matter at any time, you can meet a familiar person when you come to Barkhor Street.
This was just a rumor, but it was passed down by many mouths. Mustache couldn't help but turn around and wanted to continue following. He wanted to find the figure. However, when he just moved his steps, a thought suddenly appeared in his heart that made him
Extremely sad thoughts.
Kelsang Meiduo will never be seen again. She is dead and disappears forever. If we can meet again, it will only be in another world.
He stood among the crowd on Barkhor Street for a long time. The memory seemed to start and end here.
...
When Mustache finished telling me all this, the wine bottle was empty, the ground was littered with cigarette butts, and both of their eyes were bloodshot.
This story attracted me very much, made me laugh, made me cry, made me know that Mustache finally believed my words, and also let me know that there is another person in this world who is almost the same as me.
But at this time, I can't be too interested in these. I only care about Mustache's decision. What on earth is he going to do?
I vaguely guessed the answer, but I didn’t dare to continue thinking about it or even mention it.
"I want you to do me a favor." Mustache drank the last few drops of wine in the cup and said, "Follow me to the Tibetan area."
"No! Absolutely not!" The most sensitive nerve in my heart was also touched. I stood up immediately, shook my head vigorously, and pulled the mustache's arm: "We can't go!"
"The last request, only you can help me." Mustache held a cigarette between his fingers, and his expression was wrapped in the lingering smoke. Whenever this happens, it is always difficult for me to distinguish the other person's expression from the other person's expression.
The truest thoughts in my heart.
"You should know that the chance is very slim." I tried my best to calm myself down, hoping to convince Mustache that he had always been rational.
"I can't do it." Tears welled up in Mustache's eyes: "I can't do it and leave her alone."
That expression, and the tears, made me feel a little suffocated. I had nothing to say, a lot of words that I couldn't say, and I knew it would be useless to say them.
I was in a dilemma, and in the end I was almost forced to say hello to Lei Duo, and called two guys from Zhang Houhou. The journey from the mainland to the Tibetan area was relatively long, and I still held on to the last glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that I could
Convince Mustache. I kept talking, but Mustache kept his head down and didn't reply. I talked for a long time and became a little anxious.
"Don't be like this." Mustache shook his head and said, "Don't be like me. You have to live for yourself, not for someone. That will be very tiring, so tiring that you can't bear it and the burden."
I think Mustache's tone is very gentle, but there is a firmness or stubbornness in his tone that cannot be blocked by anyone. Only those who are familiar with him will understand that by this time, there is actually no room for recovery.
I know what kind of path he is going to take, a path with no ending and no return. I feel very sad. If things are irreversible, it means that I will never see Mustache or Xiang Tengxiao.
.
As if I was being kidnapped, I jolted to the mountains. Mustache wanted to find a place closest to the disappearance of Jialuorong to activate the chakra eye fragment.
Mustache didn’t want the two guys to witness this process, so they were left outside. When he and I stepped into the ancient city hidden underground, Mustache’s expression seemed to relax. I don’t want to describe it this way, but he did
It's like seeing death as home.
"Turn back!" When we stood on the edge of the huge sundial, I wanted to try my best to convince him again.
"Don't feel bad for me. I'm doing something that makes me feel at ease and happy." Mustache looked back at me: "Remember, you are alive and do things with your heart. No matter whether it is right or wrong, no one
I will blame you. Only when you do things with your heart will you be the real you. Any restrictions will make you lose yourself."
My hand was caught by Mustache, and he pricked his finger with the tip of the knife, and drops of blood fell into a glass tube. When all this was done, Mustache asked me to leave, as far as possible.
"I won't leave!" I stood next to him and yelled like crazy. Although I suppressed myself all the way, when the person closest to me was about to disappear forever, I was really depressed.
Uncontrollable.
"Take good care of your loved ones and take care of our mother."
Mustache stopped looking back, and walked towards the depths of the sundial, towards the place where the Tibetan girl disappeared. I seemed to see him turn his head once, but only this time, maybe he couldn't bear it.
I stepped back in confusion step by step. When I was very far away, I saw a faint glimmer of light in the sundial. At that moment, I fell to my knees on the ground. Mustache left, taking him with him.
His love, along with his hope, entered another world.
I think all I can do is pray that he can find that Tibetan girl in another world.
But it's strange. At this moment, I'm not as sad as I thought before. Maybe it's what Xiaozi said before leaving that touched me. He was doing something that made him happy. He left with hope. I
You shouldn't feel as sad as if he died.
He will be alive, even though I feel uncomfortable, I still think so.
In the car on the way back, I looked through the notes and photos left by Mustache. Every time I saw a photo, I seemed to be walking on the road he had walked. I can't describe my feelings.
I just feel very blocked, as if my heart is blocked by something.
At this time, I felt someone behind me was staring at me. When I turned around, I saw a middle-aged man in his forties looking at the photo in my hand in the row of seats behind me. This man was not tall.
He was disgusting, but it made me feel very annoyed. I glared at him angrily. The two guys next to me looked at me with unkind expressions, so they stood up together and wanted to grab the man's collar.
The other person retracted his head very wisely. I didn't take this episode seriously, but I just felt that the other person's eyes didn't look like ordinary people. This made me feel a little uneasy. I put away all the photos and notes. There was something like this on my butt.
It looked like nails, and I couldn't sit still. I secretly glanced behind me and saw that the middle-aged man had already sat down, sitting very quietly.
"What's wrong with you?" A waiter asked me quietly: "Do you want to deal with him?"
"Forget it." I shook my head, but I still felt unhappy, so I glared at the guy: "What age are we in these days? People with simple minds and well-developed limbs, what else can they do besides squatting and drinking porridge?
"
"Brother Zhang confessed..."
"Don't mention him, he is also working part-time."
The guys just kept apologizing, so I ignored them. I closed my eyes and saw the figure of the mustache. I was a little confused at first. I always felt that there is any woman in the world who has such great magic power that can make the mustache appear.
I don’t care if I die. But later, I felt that my ideas were too narrow. Mustache is not an ordinary person.
After returning from the Tibetan area, I felt relieved. The huge organization behind Brother Qiu should have removed its surveillance and influence on me. I can completely be myself. But I still can't be happy. Lei Duo tried his best to tease me.
Me, I just smiled muffledly, the feeling of being blocked in my heart never disappeared, and it was very uncomfortable.
I started to have insomnia again and always had random dreams. I remember that when the mustache just disappeared three years ago, I often had such dreams.
Is he okay? Has he found the woman he loves? In one dream, I dreamed that Mustache found Jialuorong. They could not come back, but they lived a happy life. I dreamed that they built a
A thatched hut, with a mustache wearing a ridiculous headscarf, and farming in the fields.
Probably, this is the best ending I can think of.
Some things really cannot be controlled by oneself. To be specific, something happened to Zhang Houhou. Whether something happened to him or not, it really has nothing to do with me. The most I can do is get something to check on him. By the way.
, Lao Zhang, don’t be nervous, take good care of yourself and other polite words.
But this incident was more serious. Zhang Houhou did it on his own. His buttocks itched after staying in Changsha, so he went to explore pits with a group of guys below. An accident happened in an old pit. His last leg was not saved, and his nerves may have also been damaged.
He was affected by something. After he was rescued, he was paralyzed on the bed as if he had suffered a stroke. He could still recognize someone he knew, but when he spoke, his mouth became crooked and he drooled.
During the past three years, Zhang Houhou was responsible for managing the business under Lei Yingxiong's name. Once something happened to him, things became a bit chaotic. Lei Yingxiong didn't care about anything. After raising birds for three years, it was when the incident first happened.
He showed his face and calmed people's hearts, and he didn't want to worry about the rest.
I felt like I was rushing to get the goods on the shelves, but I still took over Zhang Monkey's affairs little by little. I shuttled between the market and stalls every day. In my spare time, I was completely overwhelmed by the account books and all kinds of bad things.
swell.
However, this is also a kind of life, a fulfilling life. I have to learn more things. If I am not in this position, I cannot experience many feelings. Only when I truly stand at this step can I understand the state of mind of so many leaders.
In fact, not everyone is willing to sit in this chair all the time. It's just that it's difficult to sit on this chair, and it's even harder to leave.
After I came back from Tibet, I sealed up all the things left by my mustache. I didn't want to see these, but I still thought about that man, the real man.
One day, very accidentally, I suddenly felt that my heart was not blocked, which was very strange. Maybe it was because I suddenly understood something.
Mustache is a very special kind of person among all living beings. His love cannot be as plain as other people's. Only this kind of heart-breaking and ultimately painful emotion may be worthy of him.
The ending is not good, because Mustache has always been lonely. He said that a lonely person is destined to be lonely. If he forcibly asks for a relationship, he will bear a lot of burdens that he cannot bear.
I truly understand the meaning of this sentence.
In fact, he is not a hero, because in this era, heroes have become extinct. I think he is just a traveler, a lonely traveler.