Chapter 30 Chapter 30: A Faraway Place

A beautiful and moving song takes us to that distant place, where we meet a beautiful and kind shepherdess.From then on, I am willing to abandon all the prosperity of the world, wandering in the grassland, and accompany her to herd the sheep, from morning to sunset, from black hair to white hair. This song was composed by the famous national musician Wang Luobin.One year on a pilgrimage, he met a beautiful Dolma girl.The seventeen-year-old girl like a flower shyly and gently beat the young Wang Luobin with a shepherd's whip.It was only this whip that fell in love, and after only three days of acquaintance, Wang Luobin composed a masterpiece for her——.

She came from the world of mortals, with beautiful promises and vicissitudes of promise.She brought a gentle and brave heart and a beautiful Tibetan dress.She is Sanmao, who worked tirelessly to come to the distant Urumqi through mountains and rivers.Because here, there is an old man she cares about, and there is a home she longs for for the last time in this life.It was almost early autumn when we arrived here. In fact, as early as April this year, Sanmao traveled to Dunhuang and Turpan with a Taiwanese tour group. Later, she came to Urumqi and stayed for two days before going to look for Wang Luobin alone.Before meeting, Wang Luobin knew nothing about this Taiwanese writer.Living alone in Northwest these years, he just immersed himself in his own music world, and shut out the chaotic human world by him.

Out of politeness, he still received Sanmao.Until that night, Wang Luobin went to the hotel to see San Mao off.When he asked Sanmao at the service desk, the hotel was alarmed.The male and female waiters rushed to tell each other, and at one time brought many Sanmao's works published in the mainland, asking Sanmao to sign them.Only then did Wang Luobin know that this young female writer from Taiwan had long been famous. Say goodbye in a hurry, too late to say goodbye.But Sanmao made an agreement that he would definitely come to see him again, and asked Wang Luobin to remember to write to her.Wang Luobin, who is nearly eighty years old, was very moved by her unabashed enthusiasm.In the old man's heart, she is like a child, sincere and warm.

Why did Sanmao come to look for Wang Luobin on this Silk Road? It was all because of her good friend Xia Jie.Xia Jie once interviewed Wang Luobin in Xinjiang in 1988, and later published several "Stories of Wang Luobin Old Man" in "Taiwan Daily".She told Sanmao about Wang Luobin's bumpy life journey.Sanmao had heard "The Girl of Dabancheng" since he was a child, and when he learned that this legendary old man was still alive and waiting alone in the beautiful Xinjiang, he decided to visit him one day. A brief encounter made San Mao's heart no longer calm.There is indescribable tenderness and care for that deserted home in Urumqi, that lonely old man.She was fascinated by Wang Luobin's life experience and artistic talent. Among the complicated and intertwined emotions, there were admiration, touch, admiration, sympathy, and many causes and effects that she could not explain.

Sanmao can clearly know that her heart has been delivered to that piece of Northwest land.She vaguely felt that that wasteland seemed to be able to plant a new love.Don’t ask her why, maybe it’s because of years of wandering life that Sanmao feels that he and this weather-beaten artist can communicate with each other without any scruples.In her heart, she felt that true emotion could blur age, be indifferent to rich and poor, regardless of region or time. On both sides of the strait, swan geese pass on books.Sanmao always treats emotions so purely and sincerely.She hopes to pass on more of her inner warmth to that lonely old man far away.She never thought that the secular barrier would become an insurmountable ditch between them.She wasn't even sure what kind of emotion she had for Wang Luobin.But in those days and nights, she couldn't help but miss that city and the person who lived in it.

Wang Luobin, who is in his old age, seems to feel something.Although he has passed the twilight, for an artist, deep down in his heart, there is always a romantic and tender feeling for love.But he wrote to Sanmao: "George Bernard Shaw's dilapidated parasol has long since lost its function. He took it with him when he went out, and it can only be used as a crutch. I am like Bernard Shaw's dilapidated parasol." But Sanmao blamed: "You are so cruel, you made me lose the crutches of life." She thought that in the far northwest, there would be a shocking twilight love that would make her forget those days of holding hands together.She originally thought that this lonely and tasteless world allowed her to find a crutch for life again, so that she could keep each other warm in the cold world.Could it be that all this is an illusory dream created by her alone?

Regardless of the many things, she had to go, and she wanted to use gentle time to heal the wound in Wang Luobin's heart.Carry a heavy bag on your back, bring the clothes you need for a long stay, and put on a passionate and soft heart.Boarding the plane to Urumqi, she decided in her heart that beyond the thousand mountains, there was a home that belonged to her, a home that had been through the sea.Sanmao, who is persistent and rebellious, never believes that age can be a distance. It is a pity in life that we cannot meet him in the most beautiful years and talk about poetry, wine and articles.Since God gave them the fate to meet, why should they miss it again because of the ignorant world.She is not the young and beautiful Dolma girl, nor does she have that romantic shepherd's whip, but she has a profound and gentle life experience, a quaint feeling as clear as water, and an indifferent demeanor washed out of lead.

However, when he arrived in Urumqi, there was something that made Sanmao very unhappy.When she got off the plane, she saw Wang Luobin wearing a suit and tie, looking radiant.Next, strong fluorescent lights and cameras were directed at her.This sudden scene made San Mao pale and speechless. Later, after Wang Luobin patiently explained, I realized that the TV journalists in Urumqi were planning to shoot a documentary TV film reflecting Wang Luobin's music career.Hearing that Taiwanese writer Sanmao was coming, he carefully arranged this scene to welcome Sanmao.But Sanmao believed that her coming to Urumqi was a matter between Wang Luobin and Wang Luobin, and had nothing to do with others.

For Wang Luobin, Sanmao concealed his inner depression, took the bouquet of flowers with a smile, walked out of the cabin hand in hand with him.In Urumqi at dusk, under the setting sun, there is a kind of desolation isolated from the world.Sanmao felt that those people were just passers-by who came to meet the occasion, and she would soon be able to get rid of them, and hide in this lonely city with Wang Luobin, staying together quietly. Back at Wang Luobin's house, Sanmao felt relieved that the dust had settled.Wang Luobin has already prepared a simple and comfortable house for Sanmao, with a bed, a desk, and a warm lamp.That night, Sanmao wore a Tibetan-style dress and listened to folk songs. She sat quietly beside Wang Luobin, accompanied the vicissitudes of life, and awakened the memories that had been sleeping for many years.

She clearly saw the crystal tears flickering in the corners of his eyes.These tears are called moving.Sanmao and Wang Luobin were talking about how to arrange this spacious residence so that it will no longer be deserted and filled with fireworks and happiness from now on.Sanmao worked hard to achieve a life of being sincere and sincere with Wang Luobin. They each rode a bicycle, walked through the alleys and markets in Urumqi, entered and exited department stores, melon and fruit stalls, vegetable markets, and flower shops.Sanmao knew that there was no need to pursue vain romance and cling to gorgeous emotions between them.She feels that the ordinary and real life is the most touching story and the most beautiful legend in the world.

Things backfired.For some reason, the TV crew invited Wang Luobin to shoot exterior scenes for several days in a row, and then went to his apartment for real shooting.The bustling drama completely disturbed Sanmao's tranquility.The directors even wanted to shoot Sanmao interviewing Wang Luobin, and Sanmao was forced to act as an actor.After that, there was another series of choreography. Sanmao endured the grievances and finished the play. As soon as the play ended, Sanmao fell ill and was bedridden.She couldn't bear the humiliation of being used as an actor and a prop, and she suddenly understood that everything was her wishful thinking.This late old man can't really understand the simplicity and purity that she needs deep in her heart.Or maybe, he knew, he couldn't afford it, or he didn't want to. Wang Luobin invited a girl to take good care of Sanmao, while he himself was still busy with the activities of the film crew.His neglect made Sanmao feel that the time was long and lonely, and she finally woke up.The greatest tragedy in life is to be sober.Wang Luobin lost her crutches, dampening her enthusiasm.Some love can only be hidden in the bottom of my heart for a lifetime, and some people are destined not to have it. Wang Luobin, a master of folk songs in his eighties, will always be Sanmao's respected senior.Don't guess whether they really had an intersection, and why they brushed each other hastily.If you understand the book of life, you will be troubled and melancholy; if you don't understand it, you will be left with regret and sentimentality. She thought that she could spend the last meager time of her life together with this old man who had gone through a thousand sails.She thought that in this desolate city, she could stay away from the hustle and bustle and spend a peaceful and peaceful life with him.She thought that after seeing the waves of the world of mortals and going through all kinds of tribulations, they have the capital of happiness. I never thought that this road of life, even if it is only one step away from the end, has to be walked alone.