Chapter 25 Scene 3 Crimson Road (7)

She lit a cigarette on the flame and spread her wet clothes on the woodpile as she smoked.The dry firewood was soaked by rain moisture, not dry enough, and thick black smoke came out, which was very choking.After sitting for a long time, my eyes hurt and my tears continued.you go for rest.good life.I'll take care of it here.Try to dry your clothes before going to bed.She stuffed a shirt over her nose and mouth as she put her bare feet on the mud bricks beside the fire.The hot energy transmitted by the bricks penetrated into the skin of the soles of her feet, she moaned in pleasure, and said softly, it's really comfortable.In the future, this foot will slowly walk as if it is not my own.

She is perfectly capable of having fun while suffering, and knows how to take care of others.A rare and precious quality that is increasingly evident on the road.He stood up and said, I'm going to take a rest.Thank you, Qing Zhao. The blue down sleeping bag that has been rolled out on the wooden bed in the small room exudes a fresh smell.He turned his face to stare at the sky beyond the wooden window.Overcast and rainy.The verdant and distant canyon is shrouded in layers of clouds and mist, and the mysterious map has been spread out.A series of white waterfalls hang down from the mountains.Such a beautiful scene reflects the embarrassment and embarrassment of their situation.The mud swamp road stretches to an unknown end, and the bushes are densely packed.The cabin was wrapped in a cold air.The body feels very tired after fighting the stormy Doxongla all day.You can't take a bath with hot water.No comfortable warm beds.I could only suppress my exhaustion and discomfort, and temporarily close my eyes on the bed.

He didn't know how long he slept.When he woke up, he saw her calling him softly with a lighted candle in her hand.Good life, good life.Get up and have dinner.Her face was lowered, watching him in the dark with the dancing flames.The wooden shed in the night resounded with the sound of rain.He was suddenly at a loss, not knowing when and where.She said softly, go to bed after dinner.She neatly folded his old clothes and put them at the end of his bed.It was pitch black outside. White candles are burning on wooden kitchen table.There is hot food: cabbage, bacon fried with chili, egg soup, and a large bowl of white rice.She said we had to eat everything, the food was too expensive here.The owner is a couple from Sichuan.The dark-skinned proprietress looked at them enthusiastically and said, are you from the expedition team?

She said no.We just wanted to come in and see. See? It's dangerous here... It's obviously difficult for women to understand this kind of behavior.The locals make a living carrying goods in and out of the canyon.A man and woman from the city enter the canyon without any utilitarian purpose.She also found it difficult to explain clearly to the proprietress, so she just smiled and picked up an old plastic basin in the corner.It must have been used by countless porters who passed by here. Without thinking about these details, she poured a basin of hot water and soaked her feet in it.She looks contented.She was able to put all the things that happened and the things that haven't happened, all behind her.

Before going to sleep, he saw her find an open enamel basin from her backpack and fill it with hot water.With a slightly hesitant expression, she said, go and stand outside the door for a while.I have to take care of something, it'll be fine in a while. He stands outside the door.He heard the sound of water stirring from inside.After the door was opened, he saw some water marks on the mud floor.She took out a plastic bag containing discarded tissues, tied it tightly and placed it by the door.She said, I am washing my body, good life.I'm having my period. He was a little dazed for a while, and said, in this case, walking long distances and climbing mountains would be unhealthy for the body.

In Lhasa, I always hoped that it would come to an end, but it happened late.Nor can it stay where it is.I'm afraid it will be delayed, the terrain on the road will change quickly.Such heavy rain can easily exacerbate landslides. If you are not feeling well, don't hurry yet. No need to.My physical endurance is very strong. I am afraid that others will find it unbearable, but I can still continue to resist.No problem, Shansheng.She comforts him.We will arrive in Medog as scheduled.Fortunately, I brought this water basin and disinfectant wipes.It's good to have hot water to clean it up.

Tomorrow's journey from Rag to Khanmi will be longer than today.As soon as it is light, we must get up and hurry.He said. She was sitting on the bedside, and by the candlelight, she used a wooden comb to comb through her long black hair slowly.She said that one of the things I used to like to do was to make a new list for myself every year, and write down the things to be done before I died.List them one by one.I often find that there are always so many things that I want to do but have not yet done. Will there be duplicates? Have.For example, wanting to write a letter to a childhood friend whom I have lost touch with for many years, wanting to have a child... I found that in the end I was eager to solve some basic problems.They are simple and plain, but they are always ignored.Maybe life, stripped of its layers of assumptions and illusions, is that simple.

Does Nei He know that you are going to visit her? She should know. I have never tried to be in such a long relationship with another human being.A lover, friend, colleague or partner.Can't believe being able to maintain such a long relationship with someone.The current relationship is to satisfy hunger quickly, everyone can only eat fast food, and has no patience to wait for the big meals to be served one by one.How to detect each other's mind and make sure that he has been waiting here.This takes too long to test. I'll blow out the candle.she says.She leaned over and gently blew out the wisp of flame that wavered in the wind.The air smelled of burnt candle wicks.The night was dark.The huge roar of the waterfall on the cliff cannot be stopped, as if it is echoing in the back of the head.It began to rain heavily outside again.The rainwater beat on the roof wrapped in plastic sheeting, like countless beads falling back and forth and colliding.The hustle like refried beans.It will not rest.Will spend a full day and night.Will download every day.

8 She said, when I was six years old, I was fostered by a family in the suburbs.The school he attended was an elementary school set up in an abandoned ancestral hall nearby.Foster family with two daughters.One of the youngest daughters, who was three years older than me, was playful in her childhood and was cut off from the elbow by a rice mill.The two of us sleep together at night.She likes to let me touch the part of her left arm where the flesh has healed. No forearms, no hands.The stumped arm dragging down from the shoulder is like a thick branch of a sunflower after the huge corolla has been cut off, isolated and helpless.I gently wrapped and rubbed the round healing wound with my fingers.She turned her face away without showing any signs of expression, breathing like a moan.It was as if the touching was completely erasing the memory of the healthy arms.Then, all of a sudden, her agitation exploded and she and I started arguing and wrestling.