Chapter 64 Let the dream pass through your heart (1)

On a plateau with an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, there is a Tibetan girl spinning wool leaning against a low door frame.She held the handle of a self-made wooden utensil that had never been named, and kept turning it, and the messy wool was simply twisted into wool threads of uneven thickness. The first day I saw her, she was spinning wool.Behind her is the huge blue sky.There are mountains in the distance, the mountains are bare, and the yaks are moving slowly on the hillside.On the mound in front of the door is a lazy dog ​​basking in the sun.The next day she was spinning wool.There is no difference between four weeks and the first day.On the third day, she was spinning wool.Everything remains the same, time is like a day here for a hundred years.

On the fourth day, I approached the girl.The girl lifted her heavy eyelids and looked at me.Smile shyly.I took the shiny handle, and the girl taught me to spin wool. I spun wool for a long time, until my arm was so sore that I couldn't move it.But when I looked up, the sun was still there, motionless, and boundless desolation quietly appeared in my heart. I talk to the girl with gestures.She let me see all the woolen products she has spun for twelve years.Among the backpacks, felts, tapestries, cushions, and shawls, there was one shawl that caught my eye.A certain story in Tibetan Buddhism is woven on this shawl in colorful colors. A mighty god wearing a hideous mask stepped on some enemy.

The girl was a little embarrassed at first.It took her two full years of work to weave this shawl.If it were to be sold, her price would be high, twenty dollars for her. I took out the only one-hundred-yuan ticket in my pocket and bought this unique shawl with amulet meaning that was woven with two years of youth on a 4,000-meter plateau in the world.The girl will always be on this plateau, and I will go to many, many places with the shawl she weaves. As a result, everyone laughed at me.Lan Ye said: Do you really dare to use it outside? I said: Of course. Li Xiaofei and Wu Shuang naturally thought I was crazy.After all, Mou Linsen is an artist, so he can accept the shawl, but he doesn't agree with me spending a hundred yuan.He rubbed the top of my head and said: I just want the little girl to pretend to be a noble lady, condescending, generous, and you are not enough for that.

Mu Linsen gave me another hundred-yuan bill, stipulating that I could only buy food and not decorations. My resolution was interrupted by them many times.I also can't express how I felt when I faced that girl on the plateau.I had to get in a hurry with them and shouted: "I like it, I like you to mind your own business, okay! Since then, I have used this shawl tenaciously.Lan Ye often giggled and giggled at me.What does she know! In the afternoon, I struggled to sit up from the drowsy afternoon nap, rubbed my eyes for a long time, then gently swayed my body, which was intoxicated by the low fever, and leaned against the window to look at the crystal clear blue sky and the Potala Palace.I was wrapped in my controversial shawl, from which peeped a pale, thin face with an unnatural blush over the cheekbones, purple lips, and a pair of Tibetan hats I bought on Chalk Street on the earlobes. Silver ornaments inlaid with blue-green blue-green turquoise.I am like a witch, regularly appearing at the same window every afternoon, passing away the years of youth with blank staring.

I no longer like working in restaurants, wearing a cheongsam that does not belong to me, standing at the door of the restaurant and smiling at everyone who is full of sleep.Who are some people, who deserve to accept the smile of a pure girl!When I said that I like art and painting, everyone who heard it thought it was ridiculous.My parents have been separated from me.They didn't even understand that I didn't agree to go out for a walk with a few friends.They are really old.I have no war to fight, no educated youth to be, no university to study, no job to do, and I am trapped in my pale historical stage.

The hotel where I live is next to a stadium.Every day at three o'clock in the afternoon, there is an equestrian team to train.I watch them when they come.I watch it every day.At the window, motionless.So that they are used to me too.There was a lad on a tawny who was such a good rider that he used to look at me a little bit when he rode up from a distance.I love watching lads ride horses, I envy them.In the mood of envy, there is often that inexplicable boundless desolation in my heart. I am waiting for them.Mu Linsen went to Ngari, Wu Shuang went to Nagqu in northern Tibet, Li Xiaofei and Lan Ye remained in Shigatse, while I was in Lhasa.Alone in Lhasa.

Before entering Tibet, everyone agreed to act together, but when we reached Shigatse together, we split up.The three men, each of them thought that the place he had chosen was worth going to, drinking beer to the point of blushing, showing his own personality to others, and no one would buy it.