Ye Feng got off the plane in Lhasa. Yesterday, Luo Yunmeng ordered his company's subordinates to book the air ticket, and immediately called Fei Ge and asked him to arrange for friends who could trust in Lhasa to pick up the plane. There was no need to be too many people, if it was reliable, one or two people would be fine.

In fact, the so-called friend is an elite player of the gods, and he happens to live in Lhasa. The two people picked up the plane, who were in their early twenties, drove an extended land cruiser. He was in his prime, and his identity must be linked to the second generation of rich officials and second generation.

When the two of them saw the president descending to earth, they were full of enthusiasm and were so excited that they were at a loss. They just had to carve the deceased fans of the King on their foreheads. However, Ye Feng didn't know them and even had a thin impression. It was not his fault. After all, the masters of the gods now have countless cars. Except for large-scale team battles such as national wars, Ye Feng usually can only hang out with those real high-end elements.

Ye Feng got into the car and said thank you. Although his gloomy face was extremely disharmonious with the sky in the blue sky in Tibet, he still chatted with the two of them in a mess, trying to satisfy the two brainless fans and idols' long talk.

The land cruiser quickly drove out of the city, and Ye Feng reported a place name that even two "indigenous residents" of Lhasa felt unfamiliar.

The road conditions in the Tibetan area have never been very good, and this trip has to cross the desert. I guess this land cruiser can also enter the repair station as he runs back and forth.

Halfway through the car, the bad premonition suddenly became strong. He subconsciously took out the phone and wanted to dial Qianshan Muxue's cell phone. At this moment, a ringtone that was not urgent rang.

Thousands of mountains and evening snow.

"The crow is gone."

His brain suddenly disappeared, and he held the phone and was silent for a long time. He knew what it meant to leave, but he still hoped that he was just leaving, as if a man who was about to drown until he died and refused to give up that straw.

"Where have you gone, tell me, I'll go find her."

"The Kingdom of Heaven."

Qianshan Muxue, who was crying on the other end of the phone, smashed Ye Feng's heart with a heavy hammer.

"parking."

Ye Feng pushed open the car door and waved his hands to the two of them, "You guys go back, thank you all the way."

His heart was hollowed out at that moment, and he was lost, as if a soulless walking corpse was staggering forward.

The two people in the car looked at each other in front of each other, then looked through the car window at the figure wrapped in a black windbreaker. The desolate desert suddenly became silent and sad because of the existence of the figure.

...

Xiao Ai left and went to heaven.

This dirty and turbid world cannot withstand a white lotus as pure as snow.

He finally lost her, the girl who always likes to wear black clothes and often dances in the dark, like an elf.

He had no time to regret or make up for it, so she quietly left his world. Just like those years, she stayed in a dark and cold corner with her own thoughts, lonely but stubbornly licking her wounds all over her body, just for the small but warm light in the distance.

He was just that glimmer of light, but he never knew that a little light had illuminated her entire world.

In those years, he didn't understand her persistence. That night, she was charming, leaving a touching beauty, and turned around and left with a smile.

She said that her name is Avril, and he could call her Xiao Ai.

He thought that meeting and turning around would be a farewell forever.

There are too many passing by in the world, and he is unwilling to accept it, but he is helpless to be used to it.

He thought maybe he would never see you again in his life, just pretending that she had been here without leaving any trace.

What he could not have imagined was that many years later, he met her like a fateful encounter. She tried her best to protect his glory in her way. His world was like that night, when she protected his life and ruined her freedom.

...

Ye Feng walked forward silently on the sand under his feet. He knew that Xiao Ai had walked this road, that the end of the road was a snow mountain, that there was a temple on the snow mountain that was incompatible with Tibetan Buddhism in Tibetan areas, that Xiao Ai had worshipped Buddha devoutly, just to cultivate his next life.

He wanted to go and see her, smelling her breath that had not yet dissipated, and talking to her, without having to say sweet words, just tell her that because she believed in reincarnation, in the next life, and he was waiting for her here for the next life.

I don’t know how long I have been walking, but the sky has become dark and bright. Ye Feng can’t feel hungry or tired, and his heart has been reluctant to return to his mind, making him more and more like a walking corpse in the desert.

When the third dawn came, Ye Feng saw the not-so-majestic snow-capped mountain. There was a very small village at the foot of the mountain, with smoke rising from the cooking stoves and dozens of households.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth drying out, cleaned up the dusty windbreaker, and dragged his heavier legs toward the entrance of the village.

A child wearing Tibetan clothes and an unknown white flower with an unknown small flower on his chest pocket, was less than ten years old. He stood at the entrance of the village and looked quietly at Ye Feng, who looked withered and haggard with a sad and haggard face.

"My name is Aji, are you a lost traveler in the desert?" The child, who seemed to Ye Feng, was ecstatic everywhere, shouted from afar.

"I'll look for Xiao Ai, Avril." Ye Feng shook his head and smiled. For some reason, when he saw the child for the first time, he couldn't help but feel much calmer.

The child who claimed to be Aji was stunned for a moment, and a trace of sadness flashed in his clear and beautiful eyes. He looked up at Ye Feng who was walking in front of him and asked, "You are Teacher Xiao Ai's friend."

"Teacher." Ye Feng was surprised, and then suddenly realized.

"Teacher Xiao Ai is my teacher. She taught me a lot of things. She also promised us to take us to see the outside world, but... But Teacher Xiao Ai didn't keep her word. She left alone. We obviously pulled the hook..."

Aji sobbed in a low voice, and Ye Feng's numb heart began to hurt again. He rubbed his palms on the windbreaker, gently patted Aji's head, and whispered: "Don't cry anymore, I'm here to pick you up Teacher Xiao Ai home."

"Why are you? You are not her friend." Aji pushed Ye Feng away, his eyes filled with unconcealed hostility.

Ye Feng looked up at the pure white snow-capped mountain, looked at the temple with a corner of tiled eaves on the mountainside, and was silent, then withdrew his gaze and smiled.

"I am not Teacher Xiao Ai's friend, but I am her husband, and Xiao Ai is my wife."

Suddenly, Aji bowed back and stared at Ye Feng like an angry young lion: "You are that man, you bastard, Master Liansheng said that Teacher Xiao Ai went to the top of the mountain every day just to wait for her man. He said that there will be one day when you will pass through the desert, walk up the snow-capped mountain, and take Teacher Xiao Ai home like a hero. You big bastard, why are you here now? Teacher Xiao Ai has left, she has gone to heaven and will never come back again..."

"Get out of our village. We don't welcome you. Get out of here, don't come again."

Ye Feng squatted down in front of Aji who was crazy. A pool of blood on the ground was stained with white snow. He smiled and said, "Aji, Buddha said there is someone in the next life."
Chapter completed!