Chapter 23 "Light of the Earth" the autumn that left

The autumn that left (1) 11 The autumn when Ye Lan was about to leave, the weather was severe.Kasang told her parents, Dad, Mom, Ye Lan is leaving.But I couldn't decide whether to send her off or not. Xin He looked at the child who had gradually become sensible, but couldn't understand why she was contradicting such a trivial matter.She said, Ye Lan is such a good friend of yours, if she is leaving, of course you should go see her off. Jian Sheng immediately squeezed Xin He's hand, signaling her not to say any more.He said to the child, Kassan, if you want to see her off, just tell me the date, and I will drive you to the airport.But if you don't go, that's your idea, it's up to you to decide.

Kassan still did not go to see him off.She didn't even know the specific day when Ye Lan left. During that time, she was still working hard in the classroom, doing questions, attending lectures, and taking endless exams.Whenever she sits down at her desk and hears the roar of a plane flying across the blue autumn sky, she can't help but raise her head and look out the window. Is Ye Lan up there, through the porthole, overlooking the city that is gradually disappearing under the thick clouds?Maybe she won't.After all, there are no good memories here. But, really not? Not long after that one night, at one o'clock in the morning, the phone rang at home.It was Jian Sheng who picked it up.Ye Lan on the phone is looking for Kasang.Jian Sheng was woken up, but he was still patient. He put down the phone, walked over to knock on the door of Kasang's room, and said, "Kassan, pick up the phone, Ye Lan is looking for you."

She was overjoyed, picked up the microphone, and heard Ye Lan's usual relaxed and teasing voice from over there - hello?Kassan?I have arrived in London.These days I'm trying to catch up on English at the language school, I'm tired of speaking, I want to talk about Chinese, how are you... At that moment, she held the receiver and felt that time flew back and everything returned to the beginning. ...Hi, I'm Ye Lan.the girl said to her.Kassan looked sideways and saw her smile.Like a ray of light pulled through, bright and unrestrained. Their tangled vine-like hair spread out across the floor.Letters they wrote in their shallow and ignorant years.When being bullied, she stood up and stood in front of her...

How light and beautiful it all is.Although it has passed. And she still stayed in her own silent world.The senior high school entrance examination is approaching, and everyone is divided into two streams, those who work hard and those who play hard.Kassan used to be very reticent, except for Ye Lan, no one approached her.Now that Ye Lan is gone, she can also enjoy the situation of being alone, never getting involved in the complicated circles of girls, and only concentrates on her homework.Like a lotus flower.Standing in full bloom, watching the morning and evening tides from afar. The surroundings became more peaceful, and she began to work hard with all her heart, and her grades jumped in the third year of junior high school.very smart kid

son.The senior high school entrance examination is approaching, but Jian Sheng Xin He doesn't have to worry about it.There is an art exhibition that her parents participated in, and she still has the leisure to appreciate it.She likes Jian Sheng's oil paintings and has an extremely sensitive touch to art.She once said to Jian Sheng, Dad, most of your paintings, even if the content is different, I always feel that there is a kind of repetition.Like saying the same thing.Do you miss it. Jian Sheng smiled faintly, secretly surprised at the child's sensitive artistic sensibility.People say his paintings are very special.But no one can tell what kind of special it is.Because no one knew it was all from his memory.

Later, Kang Yijun did not go home with Kasang again.He may not be in the mood for anything.In the summer of graduation, Kasang was successfully admitted to a key high school.But Yijun is far behind.His parents stuffed a lot of money and sent him to an ordinary high school.They still keep in touch and have been good friends.But when they were together, the topic always deliberately avoided Ye Lan, as if it was a tacit agreement.From this she believed that Yijun still did not let go. The autumn that left (2) After Ye Lan left, Kang Yijun became more and more decadent and indifferent. Because of his good looks, many girls from his own school or other schools began to chase after him.I heard that later in high school, he re-acquainted with some friends, a bunch of young children wrapped up in the world, life will never be too boring.The girlfriend next to him has changed countless times.He never refused to hang out with them, and sometimes he would ask Kassan to hang out with them. When he was drunk, there were always tears in his eyes.In some uncontrollable moments, he staggered drunk.Leaning on Kassang's shoulder, he said very abruptly, if I die, will you remember me?After speaking, a person laughs emptyly there, or hides his face and weeps in an instant, unable to control himself.

He didn't know how much he missed Ye Lan. When she entered high school, she never met a friend like Ye Lan again.The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and everything can't be better. Like those sixteen or seventeen-year-old children, she walked through the campus lonely, carrying a schoolbag and stepping on the sunshine of youth.Spend day after day in a well-lit classroom, go home in the twilight of the city at the end of the day, and do questions under the dim small desk lamp in the room.Scratch paper is full of messy formulas.Unlike most girls who have headaches in mathematics, physics and chemistry, she is very good in science.And like those boys with stamina, the later they got, the better their grades were, soaring steadily.Teachers once joked that if she applied for a university as an ethnic minority and distributed the excess scores above the cutoff to other people on average, then the school’s enrollment rate would soar.

Occasionally, I would receive letters and packages from Ye Lan.The letter is a simple greeting written on thick, smooth vintage letterhead, mixed in Chinese and English.More often, packages are sent, and when they are opened, there are many strange objects inside.She once sent back a large bundle of dried flowers, which were lavender. The small clusters of purple flowers kept their fresh color, and the special aroma was strong like the bright sunshine in the Mediterranean flower field.Kassan solemnly put them into a glass vase and looked at them repeatedly, feeling more and more beautiful.When Ye Lan was studying in the UK, in addition to constantly changing schools, she often traveled abroad.For some reason, she never received the letters that Kassan replied.So she simply stopped writing.As long as the heart is in love with each other, the form is not important.

When Kasang was a sophomore in high school, Ye Lan came back once.It's Christmas holidays.The school was still in class, so Kassan simply skipped class and went to the airport. Arriving at the exit in the noisy world, she saw Ye Lan walking out leisurely and happily, alone, carrying a small bag.It seems to be going out to the street casually.It is no wonder that it is common for children who are accustomed to flying around the world since childhood to go abroad.When Ye Lan saw her, she threw down her bag excitedly and ran over, threw herself on her and hugged her, she said, Kassan, God knows how much I miss you.

They were at Ye Lan's house that day, the two of them were going crazy in the room as before, and they were lying on the floor tired.Ye Lan talked a lot, about life abroad, the places she's been to, the people she's met... Then the topic changed, and she talked about the details of the two people in the past that made people recall infinitely happy.I dug out those long-preserved correspondences that looked like love letters, and laughed while reading them; recalling the incident of being caught secretly playing backgammon in history class, I was so happy. In the end, both of them were dry mouthed and hoarse.Simply lie down.Kassan had been sleeping too little because of his heavy schoolwork, and when he calmed down this time, he fell asleep unknowingly tired.Seeing that she was asleep, Ye Lan lay beside her without saying a word, stroking her hair.

In her sleep, Kasang felt that Ye Lan was holding her behind her back.Ye Lan said to her, Kasang, we will always live like this. The next day he went back to school for class, and he was never with Ye Lan again.She only stayed in Beijing for three days, then went to Hong Kong to meet her mother, and then returned to the UK. Kassan was left alone to continue his life as a high school student.The birches in the campus turned yellow and then green, rustling and shaking outside the bright window, and the broken small leaves with full enamel refracted the light like a little boy's light whistle.The golden sunlight was cut into regular shapes by the window lattices of the classroom, and fell on the white walls covered with standard answers and college entrance examination information.Accompanied by the tireless cry of cicadas, the white shirt was blown by the fan, fluttering restlessly with the flying test papers and pages, like a young mind.The seat cushion of the bicycle parked quietly in the teaching building was so hot.The blue-winged dragonfly stopped on the window sill in a daze, and soon left without interest. The autumn that left (3) It was the summer after the second year of high school. In the hot August, Kassan and the children were still in the classroom insisting on making up lessons for the third year of high school.The hardest days have begun.Sweat fell drop by drop like inexpressible tears when I was studying at the desk, soaking the test paper, and the skin on the elbow was stuck to the desk due to sweating, and it hurt like tearing when I pulled it. In those rigid and endless days, stacks of test papers are endless.Listening to lectures in a dull classroom during the day, reviewing the old content in the textbook over and over again, with plenty of daylight, and appearing as blind and tired as those children.In the evening self-study, I took the exam in the dimly lit classroom, and the night of the city outside the window was already deep.People have gradually become numb.Sometimes when I was extremely tired from doing the questions, I raised my head and wanted to take a breath, but I was surprised to see that the whole classroom was full of children who were sitting at their desks.There was no sound, the head was covered with blackness, and the posture of concentrating on the questions was surprisingly neat, spectacular and tragic. At that time, I will feel helpless as if I am walking on a dead end, with no hope in sight. Eight years ago, she was still an ignorant child who could not see the time under the scorching sun on the plateau, waiting for Jigme to drive the flock of sheep back at dusk, and accompanying her grandfather to chant scriptures in the black tent at night when the sky was full of stars.The simmering fire of the buttered tea burns silently, and the mulberry smoke curls up from the ground.On a snowy night on the plateau, the moonlight is clear. But now, I am in a key high school in this big city, working hard in the classroom of the third year of high school.How absurd and unimaginable all this is. She is used to the end of self-study every night, listening to the last bell ringing piercingly, and walking out of the classroom with the noisy children in the gradually extinguished lights of the teaching building.Their voices merged into a torrent, flowing through the originally silent campus at night, passing through the shadows of trees on the side of the road, flowing through the brightly lit city full of traffic, carrying the exhaustion and blindness day after day and the humbleness towards tomorrow hope, they went home one after another. There are thick review syllabus and practice test papers in the schoolbag. On the last bus, I sit in the last row.Orange street lights scattered into the car, changing shadows constantly. Every day on the bus, I meet two children sitting in the corner of the last row. They are a young couple wearing school uniforms and carrying schoolbags.They always hold each other in silence.The girl with long black hair buried her head in the arms of the young boy.The faces of the two children turned to one side, looking at the flashing bustling night scene outside the window with an unknown expression of loneliness, with youthful confusion and sadness. She returned home and turned on the small lamp in her room.Drink a glass of water and continue with the questions.Still get bored with those boring endless exercises.When I feel restless, I copy Buddhist scriptures in Tibetan on paper. No one knows that after she left the plateau, she still never gave up her mother tongue.Moreover, not only can speak, but also learned to write.Those Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, which are as beautiful as pictures, filled all the gaps in her peaceful state of mind.After copying a paragraph and reading those words silently, you will feel warmed up as if you have returned to your hometown.In this way, I have the courage to continue walking in a strange world far away from my hometown. When it was late, if Xin He saw the light still shining through the gap under the door, he would gently push the door in and pass her a glass of milk.Xin He feels sorry for her being so tired, and always advises her to rest as soon as possible.The mother's eyes are sincere and concerned, and Kassan will answer with the same gentleness and patience, good mother.You go to bed early too. She was utterly unfazed by what she said.Always go to bed right away obediently. This year, she was eighteen years old. Kassan, our physical body will always be nothing but a lotus flower that will die by itself.But our souls are eternal.Kassan, you must have a good soul.In this way, you can obtain eternal life under the caress of the Buddha. This is the voice of the distant grandpa.For so long, she has been far away from her homeland, sneaking in this strange world, this kind motto is the only luggage.She knows that she has such a home deep in her life.The grassland there is like a green sea, the mountain flowers are blooming in all seasons, the pastoral songs are as clear as a river, and the sky is as blue as a legend.Where men no longer shed blood in war, where women no longer suffer childbirth.The moonlight is no longer cold, and the wind and snow are no longer raging. That was their ancestral land.Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Jigme, they are all happy to live forever there.And be patient with yourself, get back there for the reunion.And before this reunion, I still have a long way to go alone.She is fearless and willing. In the last days of her third year of high school, she was always in the most peaceful state of mind.In fact, she has no concept of the college entrance examination, and it seems to her that it is just an ordinary exam.It was in such a relaxed mood that she ranked fourth in her grade in the college entrance examination.She is happy with the result.When it came time to apply for schools, everyone thought she could choose the most pompous major in the top universities.But she unexpectedly chose archaeology as a major. Kasang calmly showed the results of the report to his parents.Seeing her choice, Jian Sheng asked her, Kassan, are you sure you made such a choice because you thought it through. She nodded very positively. So he said, then you take good care of it, this is your own decision. before bed at night 12 Jian Sheng, are you relieved?Before going to bed at night, Xin He asked him. What are you talking about. I know that you have been worried from the very beginning, worried that when we raise Kassan, we will repeat the same mistakes and fall into the cycle of reincarnation between you and your mother.I know that you have been doing your best for this.For so many years, our family has never had any quarrels or fights. You have always been extremely cautious with Kassan, and you have completely given her the right to make decisions for herself no matter what.Be with her, pay attention to her, keep communicating, and make her feel loved.So do I. Jian Sheng opened his eyes and said, yes, I know you understand this. Xin He said again, Jian Sheng, the more careful and responsible you are in raising Kassang, the more sad it makes me feel.What will happen to her in the future, we don't know.She is loved by us and has always grown up.And I'm afraid that she is too simple-minded, too independent and carefree in handling things, and she will be hurt in the future.In addition, I can also see that you are completely making up for the regret of your lack of family affection in the past through raising Kassan, and trying to correct yourself.Jian Sheng, the more you are like this, the more I can feel that the lack in your heart has not diminished.I worry about you instead. He was silent, and after a long time, he said, don't think too much, Xin He.I am really glad that you can understand me like this.But don't worry too much, Xin He, we will always go on like this.Don't you think everything is fine. When I was in the hometown of the plateau chapter Five There is a sound of rubbing leaves in the woods, which is the finger of autumn.The sun warms the wall, the night cools it down Autumn rubs off the old leaves, do you want to hear new stories?The quiet river opened its eyes and said with a smile: there are always people going home, and there are always boats leaving the shore —— Jane Zhen 1 She remembered that when she was in her hometown on the plateau, there was an old copper bowl that impressed her deeply.The surface of the bowl has many traces eroded by time, and it looks simple and old.The rough and clumsy abstract lines are engraved on the edge, which shows that the craftsmanship of the craftsman is not skilled.After using it for many years, the recessed crevices of this bowl are black, but the raised areas are smooth and bright because of years of rubbing.It is so old that no one can remember when it was brought and by whom.The reason why Kassan remembers it deeply is because this bowl is always used to hold his favorite yogurt.That kind of sweet and sour, sticky and refreshing taste is the most simple and strong temptation in her childhood impression. Especially on the Shoton Festival, holding a bowl of yoghurt, looking at pieces of curdled white yogurt temptingly Shake it slightly and shake it, and the mellow smell will come to your nostrils, strong and sweet.The equivalent of happiness. And after she left there, she never had such a memory again.For a long time she could not accept the taste of milk in the city. Only once, in a pastry shop, did she see a bowl of cheese.The white porcelain bowl contains the same cheese as the yoghurt in childhood memory.But it is different.She actually stood there staring for a long time. Vision preemptively awakens memory before all senses, then smell, taste, until finally feeling the long-lost subtle happiness.But all imaginations are always quickly disillusioned.She knew she could never go back. She was already in college at that time.Finally, an exceptionally tall and slender young woman was born.Real tanned skin, thin and tight figure, very healthy: neck, arms... The body line is impeccable.The face is clear and clean, with bright and deep black eyes like the Tibetan antelope, the eyes are clean, tough and sharp, and the pupils are deep black.A thick and dark, long braid like an autumn forest.slender legs. very beautiful.It's the kind of beauty that ordinary city girls don't have, and the unique temperament exudes from the bottom of their bones. Even wearing ordinary school uniforms, walking on the street is still eye-catching. The school is in Beijing, but they just live in the campus.Sometimes I go home to visit my parents and grandmother on weekends.He has always been a very filial and well-behaved child.I am still very attentive to my homework in college.Study history systematically and obsessively, participate in field investigation activities organized by the school for the history department and archeology department, and go to Shaanxi, Henan, and Gansu.I still keep the habit of copying a piece of Buddhist scriptures every day when I was in my third year of high school.I have been living the ordinary life of ordinary college students. From that time on, she fell in love with studying cultural relics and delved into the skills of cultural relic identification.There is great joy in it: the truth of history can be seen from the details of an ancient style.She sometimes wanders around the antique city, experiencing the pleasure of identifying and appreciating most of the crudely made antiques; more often, she goes to the library to inquire and read related professional books; and her favorite is from Collect antique auction announcements in newspapers, and then go to see the actual display of auction items according to the date and place written in the announcement. She met Canaan at a large-scale exhibition of Tibetan Buddhist antique auctions. She walked around the exhibition hall, carefully observing and appreciating the exquisite and resplendent Buddha statues, thangkas and artifacts.And when she inadvertently looked sideways, she saw a tall and straight man standing beside her.Tall and handsome, with thick curly hair and bronze skin.The lines on the side are as sharp as if cut by a knife and an axe, with unevenness. The first time she saw him, she felt that the illusory setting of a specific image in her heart for a long time had a clearly visible image for the first time.People are touched from the bottom of their hearts. She tried to say hello to him in Tibetan. The man turned his head in surprise and replied in Tibetan, hello.A smile spread across his face.Only then did she see his face: for a moment she seemed to see the land of her hometown, and thus approached an inaccessible memory.It was a face that could only be possessed by the blessings of blood and sunshine. It was so handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it. Kasang asked him, are you from Tibet? The man smiled and said, probably. Kassan didn't ask any more questions, so he didn't say anything more.She deeply remembered his smile, which made her almost smell the fragrance of memories. The man didn't talk much.He didn't continue to pester her endlessly.This is pleasing.He was silent, but why, the more he was silent, the more uneasy she felt. He looked at the exhibits very intently for a while, then turned his face to Kassan politely and said, I'll go over there to have a look, and I'll take a step first.goodbye. He didn't leave any business cards or anything like that.Convergent and rusty.Turn around and leave leisurely, and soon disappear. First encounter with Canaan.She didn't know his name or where he was.She once described to Ye Lan in a very frivolous and self-deprecating tone that he was the kind of beautiful man that any passionate woman would be willing to bear a child for him the first time she saw him.An antique dealer. Kassan did not hesitate to participate in this Tibetan antique auction.With a feeling of anxiety, she paid a large amount of bidding deposit, clutching a number plate, and amidst the successive bids at the auction site, she searched for him absentmindedly. She didn't discover him until he ordered a gold and bronze Buddha statue at a price that shocked the audience. During the intermission of the auction, she caught him smoking a cigar at the exit. When the man saw Kasang, he looked surprised and stopped her with a smile, "Are you coming to bid too?" Kassan was momentarily at a loss for words.She said, no, I just came to see... The man was smoking, he quickly gestured at the cigar in his hand, and asked her in a very westernized manner, sorry, do you mind? Kassan shook his head. The man asked her back, are you from Tibet? right.My hometown is there.But go to school here now. The man didn't ask which school it was.He was just curious, did the students also come to the auction? Kassan said that he studied archaeology.So come and see these antiques often. He laughed and said, I see.Do you like to study antiques? Kassan replied, yes, very interesting. The man smiled, raised his head and took a puff of his cigarette. It's almost time.Let's go in together.He said. things to do with antiques 2 They sit together.The man didn't care much about the next antiques in the auction, so he turned his face to talk to her in a low voice.He didn't talk about any personal affairs of his own, just talking about things related to antiques.He whispered to her, look at this Thangka, Chijin Zhitang, with a history of more than one hundred years.But in fact it is just a copy.This thangka itself is a picture of the Tang Dynasty. It is said that it was born in the early twelfth century. Returning to the Buddha in despair, he went to the temple to ask a painter to make thangkas.Legend has it that this nobleman used fine silk as the base, punctured his own blood into ink, dyed it into red thread, and donated the beautiful Huijiang jade and East China Sea pearls collected in his home, all of which were woven into thangkas as decorations.It is said that after weaving, it is truly a perfect match, exquisite and exquisite, and has always been the treasure of temples and town halls.But later, when the British invaders entered the country, this treasure was mysteriously stolen overnight, and its whereabouts are still unknown.An old painter in that temple recalled the original work, so he repainted a picture of Chi Jin Zhi Tang, which was very similar to the original work, but completely different.Originally used as a brocade, the new painting is painted on ordinary cotton cloth, and there is no silk, blood, beautiful jade, or pearls. However, due to the superb skills of the old painter, it looks exactly the same as the original work from a distance.Compared with the new works, other painters produced block printing Zhitang, which was spread to Lhasa and collected by a painter.The artist was alone, and after his death, his paintings were taken by various people. Now this Thangka is the work of that block printing, and it is really a gimmick to be sold here. He also said, I was entrusted by someone to take a picture of that Buddha statue.The gold-plated bronze statue was made in the Qing Dynasty. I don't think there is anything special about it, but it is genuine.It's just that the man didn't listen to my advice, and was in a hurry to ask for a genuine Tibetan Buddha, but I didn't have it for a while, so I bought it. When Kassan listened to his narration, his heart kept jumping with joy.This kind of falling, like a wine trap, is spicy and dripping, and you won't know the pain until you wake up.Holding white, powerless, and full of loopholes, but he is unaware of it when he is in it.A man who is like a mystery, because he knows the proper introversion, he can retract freely, and thus exudes the temptation of infinite calm.Because of his proficiency, it is destined that anyone and him can only be entangled with him in the beginning. She didn't know it, and she was willing to jump in innocently. After the auction that day, the man invited her to dinner. He invited her to have dinner together, and Kassan hesitated in his heart, as if he felt that it was a bit frivolous to follow a man he met to dinner.But she liked him in her heart, and without thinking too much, she agreed by default. This man, who was completely unfamiliar with her, drove her to a seafood restaurant.In hindsight, it was such a dangerous thing to do.It's just that even though she experienced the abuse when she was young at that time, she was still mentally weak, and she didn't even know how to be vigilant. The man asked her to order, and she was completely at a loss when faced with the mysterious and mysterious names of the dishes and the elegant and bright pictures on the menu.She finally said, I don't know what to choose, so you should have some.The man smiled softly at the other side of the table. Without saying anything, he ordered tuna, oysters, sea urchin, various shrimps, crabs, and so on.Come up to a big table. He told her unabashedly that sea urchin is my favorite food. In Las Vegas, I ate sea urchin every day in the hotel while other people played in casinos. Sometimes I felt so itchy that I just had lunch , I ran to the restaurant again and ordered some sea urchins to eat.For some reason, the sea urchins there are especially delicious, and I have never eaten such delicious ones again. In front of his appetite, he behaved like a child. Kassan picked it up and tasted it, but couldn't get used to the taste, so he grinned slightly. The man looked at her and said with a smile, don't you like it, don't you still like to drink butter tea. Kassan asked him back, don't you like to drink? He answered frankly that he didn't like to drink.My mother used to make tea for me, and I always had trouble swallowing it.he said with a smile. When two people eat and talk about very light and boring topics, the more open they are.She took the prawns with her hands and peeled them, she didn't mind.The dining table quickly became a mess.The man didn't drink in front of her, so he looked very clean.Two people can even eat seafood, which shows the large amount of dishes. The man smiled and asked her, I haven't eaten so happily for a long time.And you? Kassan replied with a smile, yes, I am full too. He pays with his card and walks out of the restaurant.At the door, the man said, I will take you back.She didn't speak, and followed him into the car.She has no vigilance in her heart, only blind joy, still like a child.He could see her sincerity, and knew that she was not yet the type of woman he had chosen.The two of them didn't even speak a word along the way.Back to the frozen strange atmosphere. Send her to the school gate, Kasang get off.It was still very early. He said, I will return to Italy to deliver the goods after paying the auction house tomorrow.Here is my business card, you can write me an email. He handed her his business card and said goodbye to her in the car.After driving for more than ten meters, the man stopped the car. He leaned out of the car and asked her loudly, by the way, what do you call yourself in the email?He skillfully asked her name, but because it seemed a little late, he had an embarrassed smile on his face. Kassan.she answered. Is that your name?yesterday? She nodded awkwardly, then walked away without saying goodbye or thank you.The thin and slender figure disappeared into the night. she repeatedly lost loved ones 3 That's how she met Canaan.On that night, she repeatedly recalled the man's face, only to feel that she fell into an unknowable sweet mood and couldn't extricate herself.Kassan thought she might be able to fall in love with him.That can imply a kind of self-persecution.To fill the lack of heart, and take away yourself.This kind of doom has already surfaced many years ago.When she lost her family again and again, was led by others to an unknown place, and walked behind him staggeringly chasing after her, that kind of blind following was a kind of prophecy.Wait for future misfortunes to materialize. At the end of June, the sky in Beijing is impetuous, and there is always a piece of teppanyaki shining brightly outside the window. Even when the car tires run over the road, they will make sticky hissing sounds as if they are about to be roasted. Listen It feels like hiking the Sahara under a heavy raschel blanket. It's almost time for another school year to draw to a close.She began juggling final exams and year papers.Many students were in a hurry and didn't wash their hair or take a shower for a week to catch up on their papers.Like many people, she went to the library to occupy a seat at seven o'clock in the morning, and stayed glued to the bench until ten o'clock in the evening.When I saw that my eyes were dim and my headache was splitting, I felt that all the words on the book I saw were already separated strokes, which were folded horizontally and flew back and forth.I have never seen so many people crowded in one place: reading room, study room, corridors, benches...everywhere is overcrowded.Everyone looked like they were going to eat the book in front of them, their eyes were very cruel.Like the refugees receiving relief supplies, the line at the drinking water station formed a long, curved line whose tail was unclear. When it was time for the exam, I continued to stay up all night in the dormitory at night to fight for the next day’s exam. I was sweating profusely in the small and stuffy space. , drank a cup of super strong coffee, floated out of the exam like a walking dead, and floated back to sleep after the first exam. A paste-like state. After the exam, the campus immediately dispersed.On the days when Kassan returned home, Jian Sheng was busy preparing for his traveling exhibition, and hardly ever went home.Xin He went to work in the photography studio every day and came home at night. Only the mother and daughter had dinner together, and the atmosphere in the house seemed very quiet. Her mother brought her food and asked her briefly and politely about her school life.This is a habit she has maintained for many years.There is no intention of monitoring and inquiring, just a kind of communication and dialogue.Full of warmth.She fulfilled her original promise, treating her like her own child, caring for her carefully, and accompanying her patiently.From the age of ten to the present, she has been a conscientious and gentle mother.Her kindness is like light, and brings beauty to the surroundings. At the dinner table that night, Kassan suddenly asked, Mom, why didn't you and Dad have another child? The chopsticks in Xin He's hands stopped, with a forbearing expression on his face.She raised her head and said reluctantly to Kassan with a smile, isn't it enough for us to have you? Kassan knew very well that the mother did not have any more children in such a long time, not because she already existed.The hidden secrets may only be clear to the parents themselves.She didn't ask any more, and my mother stopped talking.She watched her mother grow old day by day, and because of gratitude in her heart, she felt inexpressible guilt. reach out and hold her 4 Xin He, are you asleep?Jian Sheng asked her at her pillow. No.what happened? Jian Sheng reached out and hugged her.Xin He, I have been preparing for this exhibition for a long time.I feel very lucky and rare to have such good sponsorship.But once the exhibition starts, I need to leave for a long time. Xin He didn't speak, she saw that half of Jian Sheng's face was illuminated by the moonlight, and the other half was plunged into unknowable darkness.His hands were holding her, as they had been at night for years.This is a face and hands that I have known since I was twenty. She answered him, I know.This opportunity is rare, you should not pass up. For such a long time, if Kassan goes back to school and you are home alone, I am very worried. nothing serious.I can work hard by myself. They stopped talking.Jian Sheng's hands have the taste and texture she has been familiar with for many years, the kind of gentleness and cleanliness that is close to politeness, which implies rustiness, but she is used to it.Including his hugging posture, his tone of voice.Since the tail of their youth, the two have accompanied and supported each other, and have walked many paths in the world together.Not too long, not too short.Jian Sheng's gentleness and cleanliness make people feel safe.She knew she was completely used to it.And it will continue to do so. She whispered to him, I love you.Jian Sheng. He kissed her forehead in the dark and buried her head in his arms.I know, Xin He.He said. Jian Sheng and another young painter who stayed in Russia held a joint touring art exhibition, from Beijing to Shanghai, to Chengdu, to Guangzhou, and opened in four major cities.It is not easy for a personal art exhibition to achieve such an achievement. Not only does it have extremely high requirements for creative ability, but there are also many difficulties in objective conditions that need to be overcome, such as funds, venues, transportation, participation, promotion, etc., engineering huge.The painter who worked with him once studied in Moscow. When the two met, they hit it off and became very good friends.He has a wide range of social contacts, and has received sponsorship and investment from large groups, and then invited Jian Sheng to collaborate on this exhibition.The two have worked hard to prepare for more than three years, and now they finally have results.