? From Chengdu in Sichuan Province to Aba Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, the mountain road along the way is curved and twisted. The sunlight scatters into the carriages from the gaps of one mountain to another, slightly stinging the eyes.
? The scenery outside the car window is very good at this time, blue sky and cotton candy-like clouds, colorful Tibetan flag, black and black cattle, these simple beauty, is how many city people can not see. I turned my head to look at the people on the seats, many people squinted slightly, very laborious yawn. Some were so tired of the sunlight that they simply drew the curtains.
? It seemed that they were not in the mood to enjoy it. I turned back and grimaced.
? Passing a rest stop, I told the driver to stop the master to let the group rest, the driver a foot brake, stopped on the downhill road, everyone dizzily out of the car, and dizzily on the car, a lot of people once the car on the vomit. This is normal, after all, traveling on the plateau is a challenge to everyone's body. Over the years, I've brought a lot of travelers, and there are a lot of people who can't eat.
? I guess the time is almost up, I stood in the front row, greeted everyone to sit down, counted the number of people, and then called the driver to drive. After resting, everyone's mental state is obviously much better. At this time, the troupe of a small boy of about five or six years old noisy boredom, he used a whiny milky voice pouting, his parents can not persuade, I look around the people are very embarrassed, I coughed gently, said: how about, Ding director will tell you a story.
? The little boy's eyes fluttered and nodded vigorously.
? I didn't know if the little boy could understand the story, but I decided to tell it to the group anyway.
? I. Ngawang
? Ngawang is a standard Tibetan man, brash and enthusiastic, able to sing and dance. His nose is high, his skin is a healthy bronze color, his eyes are a curved moon when he smiles, his mouth is wide open and he has a mouthful of white teeth. He is the male god in the hearts of many Tibetan girls.
? He was sent by his family to Chengdu to study at the age of 18 and returned to live in the walled village after graduation. Ngawang fell in love with a Han Chinese girl during his studies. Although he is Tibetan, he does not promote the old Tibetan way of love. He has an enlightened mindset of free love, and after graduation he got a license with the Han Chinese girl, who returned to the walled village with him.
? They truly love each other, the Han Chinese girl does not mind with the modern society a little contrary to the Tibetan life, they go every week to give alms, with a lot of money for a gold bowl, a gold basin that does not have much use. A few years down the line, their lives remain like this, idle and comfortable.
? In fact, they do not have to be so bitter, but they are willing to trade poverty for a rich heart.
? They get up early in the morning, Ngawang and the girl personally clean the home built brick by brick, quietly recite a little sutra, and then go to the mountains to drive cattle and watch the sunset.
? Ngawang is a Tibetan cultural communicator, to put it simply, he will receive tourists from all over the country and tell them the difference between Tibetan culture and Han culture, so that they can understand Tibetan culture.
? In Tibet, there are a lot of older people who can't speak a word of Chinese. Ngawang went to Chengdu to study, so he was naturally chosen by the owner of the village to take up such a position.
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? I've been working as a tour guide here for many years, and naturally, Ngawang and I are colleagues and good friends.
? One day, Awan was unusually happy.
? He smiled and I called, said his wife gave birth to a child, ready to 100 days of the time to invite us to dinner.
? I have been on the Tibetan side of the family for not too long and know that the Tibetan 100th day feast is different from our Han Chinese. Most of us Han Chinese will spend a lot of money to treat us. We go to a nice restaurant to eat a little bit of nice meal, and pay a share of money to say something nice. And the Tibetans are not like that at all.
? The Tibetan family will use a family of about fifty or sixty people (a Tibetan family usually has a hundred people, depending on the size of the walled village), who personally slaughter cows and sheep, brew fragrant barley wine, carefully decorate their home, and on the day of the 100-day feast, invite a walled village.
? Everyone will go to Awan's house, say sincere blessings, sing and drink together, and celebrate a baby's 100th day together. I was out there leading a tour and I gave him my blessings and said I would definitely be there after this tour. I can feel from this end of the phone, can feel the goodness that can be sweetened out of the honey on the other end.
? Suddenly I envy Awan, his life is simple but not rough, he can enjoy every day when the sun rises magnificent, listen to the cattle and sheep in the mountains mooing, he can quietly clean a home, and do not feel that this is a trouble. He can be happy and live in a paradise with the love of his life.?
? It's funny how these things, which are so common for Tibetans, are envied by me.
? I don't know if the good mood can be contagious, then, I pick up the tour of the travel labor also reduced a lot.
? The first thing you need to do is to get a good feeling about your life, and then you'll be able to get a good feeling about what you're doing.
? This is what I realized years later.
? Because no one knows when the sky will sneeze.
? My vacations are not very regular, but I decided to take the last tour in order to have this Tibetan 100th day wine. This tour is led by Awan and I. After so many years as a colleague, he and I have picked up tours together no less than dozens of times, and we agreed that I would go to his place for a drink after we finished this one.
? May 12, 2008 at two o'clock in the afternoon, the car driving in Jiuzhaigou mountain road. The driver was driving staggeringly like a drunk. A young girl in the car woke up from her sleep and screamed, "Master, drive steadily!
? The driver, however, remained calm, still staggering to drive. I am also a little anxious, not because of the driver's skills, but this along the way rolled down a piece of the mountain! The driver was driving this unevenly to avoid these clods.
? The loud rumbling mixed with the hissing of the brakes and motor made my heart beat faster still.
? My first thought was that there had been a landslide. Although in this line of work encountered a lot of things big and small, but certainly nervous, but I have to keep calm. The driver and I were the only ones in the car who had been there before. The lives of the people on this bus depended on me, and if even I panicked, it would be hard to figure out a solution, and I had to figure out a way to get through this one dangerous moment. I stabilized the people in the regiment at the first moment, but one after another, some people began to sob in a small voice, and then bawled.
? You see, it is only in such situations that people realize that life always comes first.
? That was my only thought at the time.
? Everyone calls left and right, and everyone must be calling different people, but they should all be their favorites. Communication is no longer so smooth, but we have not given up hope, who all hope, they can be the first to tell their favorite people, I am well.
? However, right next to me Awan some panic, I know him so many years, he has never been so panicked. He clutched his cell phone and kept calling and calling ......
? I had just gotten off the phone with my mother back home to report that I was safe, but now that communication seemed to be completely broken, all I could do was reassure Awan that it was going to be okay.
? His mouth also mumbled, it will be fine, it will be fine ...... unconsciously, his eyes red.
? He asked me with some trembling, if it is only a landslide mudslide, why is the communication all broken?
? I was silent.
? I knew it wasn't. He also asked knowingly.
? My mother had just told me from the other end of the phone that it was an earthquake. The epicenter was close to Awang's home, which is in Mao County.
? But I didn't dare to tell him, I could only comfort him that any of us would like to go to his house to have that 100-day wine, wouldn't we?
? That one afternoon was really longer than a hundred years. The cries were mixed with fear, emptiness, helplessness and despair, and all the gloom came with the darkness of the sky.
? Usually, Jiuzhaigou will not be completely dark by eight o'clock, but it's only five o'clock now, and the sky is so dark that you can't see anything, with lightning and thunderstorms, like the death god descending on this land.
? Awang's mask of strength has been completely shattered, and his mind is in turmoil.
? Finally, after a long silence, he said, I want to go back.
? His eyes were blank, but there was a glimmer of light. I don't know if this light will shine brighter in the coming days or be extinguished to ashes.
? I thought for a long time before speaking.
? How are you going to get back?
? Now the traffic is paralyzed, communication is all gone, you ...... I can not say anymore, because I suddenly realized that I have absolutely no right to interfere with his choice. He stood in the carriage, and in the darkness I saw his eyes.
? They were deep eyes.
? He was insisting on going back for the sake of his loved ones, his wife in Mao County, his son in Mao County who is still a few days away from his 100th birthday, his dozens of relatives in Mao County, all of which is his whole world. He for his whole world, he certainly has reason to go back.
? He really set off, nothing but this pair of legs.
? Tibetan man's tenacity and perseverance, so that he took one step at a time, walked back to Mao County. Feet on this broken land, his heart, a little bit in the fall. He stood in the mountains, looking toward the horizon, he did not shed tears, he just continued to walk. He went over a mountain on the plateau, the road is not good, but there is a coordinate in front of his eyes, constantly guiding him forward.
? Two whole days and two nights, he went back. He walked back.
? He stepped into the fortress in blood.
? He watched as his wife waited at the entrance to the fortress, holding her baby, quietly smiling.
? He rushes forward to hold the treasure of his life, and how the baby's cries reassure him.
? He stretched out his arms, but held only himself.
? Who wouldn't want this story to have a happy ending.
? Awan returns home - which can still be called home, it's just ruins, a place full of nothing but ruins without love.
? He stood at the mouth of the ruins and walked in numbly. He did not cry, his heart is very calm, his feet after walking for two days and two nights have no pain, he stepped on the ruins, the only pain is the heart, right.
? The setting sun is still fresh and perfect, the horizon is still in the distance, and the wind is still blowing.
? He dug his wife out of the rubble with his own hands, his wife still holding his 100-day-old son.
? What was once good is buried with this rubble.
? This is the story of Awang.
? Eight years have passed since Awan's incident.
? There are still many acquaintances who ask about Awan's story.
? When they said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, why don't we let him and Xiao Mei make a couple, I would always reply with Awan's own words:
? No matter how much we love each other in this life, we won't see each other again in the next.
? I actually don't really understand this quote.
? It is said that time can heal many things, but the time needed for the hurt should be longer, and after eight years, everything is the same as before. Awan still greeted the sun every day, every year in May, Awan was sad, but Awan did not find another girl.
? II. Xiao Mei
? Xiaomei is my best friend, a good sister since childhood, and our parents know each other. She went to college in Chengdu and wanted to stay there for employment, but her mother sent her back to her hometown of Leshan.
? Xiaomei is a single parent and has always been obedient to her mother. After she graduated, she got a job at a law firm in Leshan with a stable salary. She also found an engineer to marry through a blind date arranged by her mother.
? Xiao Mei's life was smooth. Everything was in order and perfect.
? But will fate let you stay so stable?
? After Xiaomei got married, according to the rules, you need to go through a marriage test.
? Originally, this program is also have a process. But then something happened, she was found to have stones and needed immediate surgery.
? Because she was pregnant, she had to hold out until the baby was born.
? Then, after it was hard to wait for the baby to be born, she was immediately wheeled into another operating room. Physically and mentally exhausted, no doubt.
? After her surgery, Xiao Mei was lying in a hospital bed on an IV drip. The anesthesia hadn't worn off, she couldn't move, and she didn't have the strength to speak.
? The first time I saw this, I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world, and I was able to see the whole world.
? It's 2 p.m., and the languor of the afternoon pervades the post-surgery relief.
? Suddenly there was a loud bang, followed by a violent shaking. Her husband was stunned, looked up at the window, a look of panic appeared on his face, the first thing he did was to grab the keys to the car that was at the hospital bedside, pull his mother on and rush outside.
He completely forgot his wife lying on the hospital bed can not move and together with the mother-in-law next to the guard.
? Xiaomei, whose anesthesia had not yet worn off, watched helplessly and even despairingly as her husband, who had only been married for a short time, abandoned him. She then watched him silently, watching him rush out of the hospital room. Xiao Mei could not shout, tears in her eyes straight.
? Everyone in the ward was running out, but she and her mother couldn't run, they could only keep sobbing and sobbing. Dust and stones were falling from the roof one after another.
? The heart is as good as dead.
? Luckily, the source of the tremor was far away from her house and the shaking stopped after a while.
? Her husband ran all the way down from her 12th-floor hospital room, went around the construction site and found nothing wrong, before he slapped his head and remembered his wife lying in the hospital bed.
? He dabbled again and climbed up to the 12th floor to pick up her wife.
? But it was too late, the look in his wife's eyes told him that it was too late.
? Xiao Mei divorced after that. The child is on his own.
? Eight years on, she returned to Chengdu for employment and did not remarry.
III. Epilogue
? Awan and Xiaomei are both friends of mine. They both had their lives changed by a natural disaster.
? Eight years, not too long to say, not too short to say.
? I finished one pick-up tour and took a few days off. When I got home, I asked Xiao Mei to come out, in fact, I did not tell her, Awan also came, he has always wanted to see what my old parents look like. What a coincidence, just happened to ask out.
? Xiao Mei came, saw the man beside me, a smile, asked me, this should be you often say Awan.
? They exchanged greetings and chatted without a word.
? Awan asked Xiao Mei, "It's been eight years, you should find another one to marry too.
? The Tibetan man's straightforwardness comes out again.
? Xiaomei does not mind, smiled and replied, in fact, you should also find another wife.
? They both smiled at the same time and shook their heads.
? They both understand that it's not over yet.
? Eight years haven't changed anything. Eight years doesn't change anything.
? But the days still have to go on, there is still a long way to go. Xiao Mei took a sip of her drink and said firmly.
? Awan smiled brightly, is not it, there are always people want to help me matchmaking, but the marriage is not just a matter of saying it.
? I know that he is joking, I complained on the surface that he does not know the good people, but secretly nodded silently.
? Some things can be forgotten, some things are not willing to forget. Since you do not want to forget, then you can not walk out.
? But what's wrong with not wanting to walk out?
? When you are willing to walk out, you will naturally forget. Life is still long, remember more things, is also a kind of good.
? Awan and Xiao Mei, they go through today's day with the memory of the past, and no one has the right to tell them that this is not a good day.
? All the beauty of the past, all the grief, are part of the unwillingness to give up.
? The present life they lead is the best. Fate is always hateful and helpless, all you can do is to accept fate.
? At this moment, I understand that sentence, no matter we love each other again in this life, we will not meet again in the next life.
? None of us can foresee the future.
? Then how about remembering more of your existing time.
? Even the ones that are gone.
Dedicated to all those who have experienced the earthquake.
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