World Tibet Bureau

Unexamined.

I left Xinxi Tea House.

What kind of magic pen should be used to describe this beautiful and lovely girl?
Xiao Zhumeng is not stupid, she is playful and genuine.

From the redemption, the life and death contract, and even the revenge of the leader of the Wen Hall on the border between Yunnan and Myanmar, although these are all dramas, Xiaozhu packaged herself very well, and step by step consolidated my certainty about her origin. Her concern, protection, dependence, and devotion to me made her want to reveal her true feelings to me, and she won an irreplaceable place in my heart with such tenderness.

This way.

She laughed a lot and cried a lot.

An older sister and a younger sister have different personalities and temperaments, but in essence, they are so similar.

Sister Jiuer's abilities and Xiaozhu's tenderness are all gifts given to me by God in my life.

What a blessing.

I have had gifts.

How unfortunate.

I can't always have gifts.

All the way forward.

I walked for a while alone, from dusk to dusk until nightfall.

tired.

I took a taxi.

Master asked me: "Where to go?"

The question made me a little confused.

The surroundings are brightly lit and row upon row.

Where do I go now?
I should have gone back to the hotel, but I felt that my heart was full of thoughts, but there was only one missing outlet. It was like I had finished writing a story, but I was still afraid to mark the period.

I replied: "Go to a sanatorium."

Under the dim and lonely courtyard lamp.

Guan Hong was alone, sitting by the stone bench, holding her chin in her hands and thinking. There was a mess on the table, and there were two glasses of wine next to it, which were still steaming.

"Brother Guan."

When Guan Hong saw me arriving, a smile appeared on her face, bright and innocent.

"Brother Su, are you here?"

"Where's Xia Xi?"

"He was playing chess with me just now, but he left suddenly in the middle of the game without even finishing his drink." "Where did he go?"

"He said he would go to Tibet to accompany his mother-in-law."

"Will you come back?"

"Maybe... yes."

The evening breeze was gentle, the night was desolate, and it was raining.

Big raindrops fell on the ground, creating small craters and splashing the fragrant smell of earth.

I looked at the remnants of the chess pieces on the table and the still warm wine. I couldn't suppress my sadness and my eyes were filled with moisture. I didn't know if it was rain or tears.

"Brother, why are you crying?"

"Where's the rain?"

"Wipe it quickly."

"No, it will always do it on its own."

"Okay. You came just in time. I came up with a sword technique. Whenever I can't remember the past and feel sad, I will be much happier if I practice this sword technique. I'll show it to you. one look?"

"Thank you, brother."

Guan Hong stood up and took a branch, jumped into the rain, and began to dance her sword crazily.

The sword flower dances. The initial force is like a torrent opening a gate, extremely fierce and powerful, like a rainbow. The middle part is like a big river going east, sonorous and steady, rushing towards the sea. The later part is just like a winding stream, lingering and pathos, with a lingering aftertaste that lingers in the heart.

As the meaning of the sword continues to change, Guan Hong's mood is also changing. At the end, he seems to have drank a lot of Sandong Warm Wine, his steps are swaying, and his face is full of sadness. The sword flower seems to be involved by spirits, endless and overflowing. Feeling unwilling to give up.

"You are floating in the wind, and you are entering the regretful dream of my life!"

Guan Hong shouted loudly.

The sword stops.

Potential close.

He was drenched in rain, threw away the branch, walked over, and asked expectantly: "Brother, how are you doing?"

"What a sword!"

"Please help me find a nice name. I haven't had time to choose a name yet."

"Regret the wind."

……

(End of the book.) (End of this chapter)