Source: Sichuan News Net When I was a person when walking in the Beijing Road, Lhasa Wei Liang early morning light is a wide corridor through the auspicious day. Lived there all travelers from afar, the atmosphere is very friendly, the air redolent with the atmosphere of a ready, people had no reason addition of a passion. Most of the young backpackers living in four rooms of the pass, the door is always open, ready to greet the arrival of like-minded persons. Corridors decorated with a long wooden bench, sun, blond girl, or wearing a cap of the travelers, they sat idly reading, or do not do anything, lie down and play a nap child.
Into the compound of the aisles, covered with wind blowing the whole blackboard paper rustling sound, like the voice from the jis. Mostly written on paper collection companion news, there is the Everest base camp, and to Nyingchi, and to Ali, as well as to Nepal, and some even print the photo. They have their different color, come from different countries, but all have the same aspirations and friendly smile. In the middle of an obscure office, he saw a missing person notices, a few boys looking for their missing friend Ali area, but also translated into English and Japanese. "We miss you." This is a simple and soulful, stimulated my nerves. He was to find it? Where is he? I was standing in the wind In the hallway, stared for a stranger.
A small string of words that spring to my eyes: "If you come back, then go to a room that has a windmill, you luggage parked there." It is at this time yesterday, when I was downstairs in the corridor to see a woman washing clothes, he saw that particular windmill made of paper, which is inserted in a small utility room of the pane, I live in the pass between the next, the original white paper has been sweated some yellow. I was also asked through the roommate, "Who is it?"
No one knows.
The auspicious day at noon today exceptionally static. A lot of people moved a lot of people hit the road, because it is not peak season, fewer and fewer people to live in.. Suddenly I had an idea, an idea constantly inspire me to go, it makes me unwittingly walked among the debris in front of. Asking a flight attendant to come to the keys with her luggage on the inside that I should.
Utility room there is only a blue backpack, because not many people leave with something here. Backpack already dust, apparently for a long time no one intact. This is his, that the disappearance of strangers do? See, even the zipper pull no good, as if its owner hastily put it down, no time to pack up neatly on the left. Walk past, just want to pull it good, is not careful it pushed down the. I tense up, such as committing a mistake, scrambling to put out a few shirts out into the go.
A notebook dropped in the feet. Brown-red, very common cover. Open it, then slide down to a dry rose petals, color is still a matte finish. The title page is a line of delicate features and writing, it should be from a girl: the wind to bring me to leave this earthly life, let me leave, my dear, when the time of receipt of this book, please do not remind me again.
From the back of a beginning, is another person's handwriting, a little chaotic, writing effort has been enormous, it seems that every word is gone through a lot of determination to be written down.
July 20, sunny, hot weather always makes irritability, ting's disease do not know how kind, and will not be difficult to be?
July 26, there is no wind today and the old A Zhao sent a text book, devoured. The book saying the mountain can achieve the aspirations and it is very efficacious, I believe. Even if only enough to achieve a wish!
August 1, sunny decided things will not change, who can not stop. And this year is the Year of the Horse, a good time to switch to mountain How can I miss? The company over there do not agree with me to resign, but I have to leave. What is more important than this matter?
... ...
August 12, the rain was torrential rain shrouded in Lhasa early in the morning, even I can not believe I have here. No matter how difficult this process, as long as good hearts desire, and all will come true. God, please bless me, bless ting!
August 15, sunny, has adapted to high altitude, the body of the Huanguo Lai. A Zhaolao yes laugh at me fragile, in fact, I have amazing willpower, he no look out? Tomorrow we must leave the old text to the car rental, I hope enough of our money.
Ting, the wind is not go with you.
August 27, cold these few days away fairly well, but weather was bad. Cold, the old text of his Down lend me clothes to wear, really sorry. Head hurt, but I believe that we can stand up. Quickly went to Ali, and God poured Qi Hui hill just around the corner, really good excitement. Heard of Mt to three days and three nights, it was Turning turning could not find anymore, of course I will do so smoothly, because my heart is the most pious, I would like to give her this wish, this aspirations will be achieved, certainly will.
After this page is blank.
Is necessary to close the book, a thin exposed corner of the stationery, the original caught on the last page. The above is another person's handwriting, written in a very orderly and good-looking:
Hao, we have been looking for you, exhausted the whole forest, and even alerted the local police station. The foot in the holy mountains, we are waiting for you back to the camp, but have not seen a whole week has passed of your sight! Where are you? We do not believe you can not find the way back, because your willpower is amazing! Did you forget your desire it? You do not want to see your ting do? You are afraid of inconvenience, we say good accompany you to go, ah! Where is you? Along the way you folded the paper windmills, we insert it on the windowsill, hoping that it will bring you good luck and pray for the wind from the holy mountains can you bring back ... ... and the Old Man now I have to go back for some time, it is will be back soon, if you see the letter, contact us immediately, and it, we are all waiting for you!
A Zhao
September 15, 2002 is also attached to a line following the word small print, and a phone number: In fact, Ting has always been in my phone number here, when I feel that you do not need to contact her again, but now, I think you should immediately give her phone, to her that your mind!
After reading all of this, heart grew heavy. Ting to know his desire to do? Take a look at the date, and now has passed 10 days, but his backpack still lonely to stay here and wait for his master. How he actually had? What will encounter an accident will never come back? Not down to.
To find a pen, put that number in the hand.
Is noon, Lhasa has become immense blue sky Kuang Yuan, Yun Tai Duo Duo to float the streets selling grain and edible oil market has become a noisy, but I seem to hear nothing. Ting, what kind of a girl? Between her and him in the end what happened? He was for her to give up their all to such a remote plateau, and now no news. My intuition told me that he wishes must be about her. But all of this, she did not know it!
When I dial the phone number that, when the time is already nightfall.
"Hello?" Phone apart, Wang Dan is a very gentle female voice.
"You, the ting it?" I asked.
"Yes. You?"
"I'm sorry, it may make you feel a sudden. I am your boyfriend's brigade friends."
"My boyfriend? You mean Vincent? He has not come back."
"Vincent? No, I have Yes, I was Hao's friends."
"Hao? He has not my boyfriend, we had parted a year," the voice began to get low-ting.
I would say this much injustice! But did not say it, but silence for a while.
"What do you do it?" Until she asked a little hasty.
"No, I just want to tell you that Hao had disappeared, in order to Xu a desire, I believe that desire is for you."
"He's not in Beijing? Perhaps his bad mood?"
"No, it's in Tibet, Ali."
"What?" Telephone voice there was confusion and alarm.
"He must be for my illness, however, the cure rate of leukemia in China is almost zero. That he had paid too much for me, owe a lot of debts, but was kept for my bustle. He was always everything for me sake, even Vincent, was also introduced him to me know ... ... Tomorrow, I will be with the fiance back to his home in California, where perhaps there is hope ... ... "
I am speechless, and my heart burst of painful. Suddenly feel that they are so redundant. Thought-ting is a negative mind girl, and now this phone has increased pressure on her, it certainly contrary to the aspirations of Hao.
"Actually, no ... ... Hao is also soon to go back, but recently there is no news." I have to answer.
"I also long time no news of him, you see him, then, remember to help me to tell him that I miss him. This is my California phone, you remember a moment, please?"
I also remember her phone in your hand.
That night was long, dark night of endless narrative, as in constantly moving forward that did not end the story, I kept to imagine the story of actor who looks like, imagine him in bad weather conditions, full of thorns walking alone in the jungle look. Where are you? I am I always constantly worrying, do not know who to turn to. For several days, I have no friends and travel to Nyingchi, but rather to wait in that room in front of a windmill and look forward to a person suddenly appear.
A week later, still no trace of him, and I am passing this hastily's always going to leave. Once again, open that blue backpack, my tears have been quietly falling, it is a great regret, it is invisible, but can not seem to make up for with his life. Open the book, put-ting a telephone number written on the last page, I attach the sentence: Ting miss you very much, and she in California, it is her phone.
About to usher in her charming Lhasa autumn, the evening temperatures drop sharply, I had to leave so I reluctantly place. Auspicious wide corridors, light dimming, passing leisurely have disappeared, only the aisle covered with a piece of paper, continued to be the wind rustling ring.
When I was the last time that the room through the front pane even a windmill on the yellowing of the paper. It is the wind blowing gently turning occasionally with, and look like a distant face, full of sadness.
Author: dellren123
