Chapter 60 All the way to the same destination (3)

3 I took out that notebook.An old pink and white silk notebook.Some complicated and trivial excerpts.Some are obtained from books that have been read in various disciplines, intermittent and incoherent poems and diaries, some pictures or pages of magazine information are torn out and inserted in them, including plants, food, portraits, local chronicles, design materials, etc. .Occasionally mixed with some pencil sketches with rustic lines, depicting the details of buildings or small objects.Small scrawled characters copied with a ballpoint pen.I randomly flipped through a few pages and came across an excerpt from Father Gubocha's description of Lhasa in the 19th century.

I said, have you ever been to Lhasa? She said yes.I stayed there for two years after an illness.I met a man and went to Medog with him.His name is Ji Shansheng.He went to visit his friend.Those letters and manuscripts are theirs.There are also some photos in there. I said, I know Medog.It is said that it is a sacred place hidden by lotus flowers, which has attracted many people to walk and relocate on long roads. yes.The road was very difficult. I flipped through the letters, some written in pencil.The handwriting that is different from Qingzhao's is all slightly slanted to the right, making people guess that the owner may be left-handed and has not learned to change handwriting.The words are interspersed with some small cartoon illustrations.The letter paper was messy, with yellowed recycled paper, the back of cigarette shells, electrical appliance manuals, and cards with recommended dishes from western restaurants... The woman seemed to write letters just by picking up things.

She said that the woman who wrote the letter was called Nei He.I have not seen her.She only lives in a man's heart, or in his fantasy.No way of knowing.The man and I trekked through the canyon forest while retrieving his memories.Our journey was over, and his memory was emptied.He opened a door of time for me.That trip, perhaps, was one of the few miracles that happened to me.I have always believed that life is a miracle.They are gifts from heaven, distributed only to those with innocence and courage in heart. She handed me the old book and said it was left by the man. But why give these things to me, Qing Zhao.

You know, I've pretty much cut off from the outside world here.I have no association with the person who writes.Just met you.I like you.She looked at me frankly and gently, you are very reserved, but you have a clear heart.I like people who hide a side of sea water in their hearts.I can tell. Some people are strangers even after knowing each other for years.There always seems to be a gap between each other, as if walking on both sides of the river, facing each other far away, untouchable.And some people are close at the moment of appearance.It seems to be recognizable after being lost, the memory remaining in the cerebral cortex is still clear and there is no error.That kind of closeness has a warm and real texture.You can hug it as soon as you see it.There are familiar words in my heart, and when I talk to him, I am not anxious and urgent... Even after the intersection of each other's paths, each has its own end.I met Shansheng in Lhasa, and he and I were both obscure and introverted people.But we recognize each other, can start the journey, and give each other inner memories.It's a gut feeling.

Have you ever met him before? After returning to Lhasa, they went their separate ways.Never seen again.Fate with some people is like a flower that blooms in the dark and cannot see the sun.It withers itself silently before dawn and will never bloom again.That is the relationship between moonlight and shadow. She sat cross-legged on the rush mat on the ground and lit a cigarette.Said, after I separated from Shansheng, I decided to leave Lhasa, where I have lived for two years.After the journey, the body feels alive because of the long journey.Lose weight and breathe clear.So I took a long-distance car alone to go out of the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, arrived in Golmud, and transferred to Dunhuang.I watched the Mogao Grottoes there for a day.That is the place Nei He once wanted to go with Shan Sheng.She has always had a desire to travel with him.