7:30 am, buses leave on time of the civil aviation ticket office, I looked back the car window boss, Nyalam and Qianban Ye, forced wave of the hand. Holding hands in the next Shop boss to buy steamed buns, and curl to steaming, so I go, and even too late to pick up one. Fast cars swept through the Potala Palace, Red Mountain on the left of the golden dome was far behind. Winding out of the window watching the Lhasa River, remembered the 20 days before the first time I see it is the scene at the foot of this thought of the whole of Tibet's most amazing flat road traffic accidents recorded, but also thought of it first arrived in Tibet to Lhasa not surprised to see a yak. I also think a lot, but think about most is how after returning to Shanghai to face real life.
As always, every trip, I after finishing the check-in, checked her luggage, carrying a portable packet into the waiting room, waiting room, many people, there is no hustle and bustle of the airport scenes in other cities. Some people and I say hello, yes last night just know a few engage in real estate business in Shanghai natives. If it is not in Lhasa, I think I definitely will not be with them one way or another relationship.
An aircraft into the sky, to Chengdu to Chongqing to Beijing, have to leave. Day only fly to Shanghai flights still nothing happened. Airport radio sounded, the aircraft because of mechanical problems delayed takeoff, and when to take off to wait for notification, waiting room, a disgruntled. I carried with boarding pass in exchange for a free Coke, flew through the security channel, into the luggage compartment carry out their own bags large and small, and forcing the captain to sign the agreement on the ticket refund will be displayed.
The Buddha of compassion at a time when I most needed to give me the most selfless kindness.
Two in the afternoon, it was sunny most of Lhasa after midnight, sitting on "the traveler"'s long wooden bench, my mood as bright as the sky outside. Boss and Nyalam sitting in front of looked at me wistfully; Qianban Ye is difficult to detect in the mouth slightly upturned, the mysterious smile on his face looming. Northeast Small MM walked in and said: "You come back?" I like the kind like a big brother replied: "Yes ah!" She said seriously staring at my face, asked: "You can not go do"? I laughed and told her that I must to go. I suddenly tense up a little speed up the heartbeat. Looking around, Nyalam they suddenly all disappeared, leaving their stores where she and I Simuxiangdui.
Boss came out from the back room, followed by Nyalam and Qianban Ye, I stood up, and go with them Ramoche see one called "Yi-du-Sud measures," the lama. MM proposed us to join them, was Qianban Ye categorically denied on the grounds that "unmarried girl can not arbitrarily go to see the cultivation of the Lama temple." Cross out the door, I sat back looked at the bow of MM, her eyes filled with I do not know how to read complex content, then swarmed a breath of heart can not bear.
Gallery 8 Science comfortable lying on the bed, what happened during the day felt like a dream, a hope that I will always continue to daydream. Bath sitting in bed watching the Qianban Ye filing toenails, I pulled out a cell phone to Shanghai boss called to tell him the bad air, and we should have a week before the next flight. To listen to him over the phone hypocrites to even say that it, I have the faces of the silent laughter. Shut down, I did not see there is a message reading: "You can come back?." . . . .
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. . . . . Right time, met the right people, is a happy life; right time, met the wrong people, is a heart-breaking; wrong time, met the wrong people, was a ridiculous; wrong time, met the right people, a sigh
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