my naughty female president

Sitting on the departing train, I once again took out the letter Xichun had left for me, pondering each word in my heart, trying to find some clues from it.

In fact, I have read this letter countless times in the past two days, and I can even recite every word in it, but I can't figure out what Xichun is hiding in these few short sentences. what's the message.

I searched along the footsteps we walked when we were together. I thought that if Xichun really wanted me to find it, maybe she would wait for me somewhere we had been.

I know that she is also reluctant to give up on me, but there are too many things for her to face calmly, so she has to leave everything to fate.

I went to city A first, and I wandered around the lakeside park all afternoon.Although it is still early spring at this time, the Lakeside Park is already in full bloom.

If all of this is a dream, then this place is undoubtedly the place where the dream began. Without the existence of this place, the following things would not have happened.

The row of broad-leaved plants transplanted from the south has already grown towering, and the vines on the promenade by the lake are also densely packed. The sunlight shines through the gaps, illuminating the few particles of dust in the breeze.

The mango tree still stood there alone, as if telling me a love story in the lost years.

The blind veteran was still sitting on the edge of the flower bed playing the erhu. I sat beside him and listened to the song silently, then left quietly...

I went to Xuanshui Town, which was the first turning point in my life. The tourism project has already been completed.Tourists in twos and threes in the Forest Park walk together, naughty children laugh and run in the bushes, attracting gentle scolding from adults.

……

When I went to the Temple of Heaven Park in Beijing, it started to rain. I sat under the eaves of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests and watched the rain that filled the vast space.

A couple walking hand in hand in the rain, the picture is as beautiful as the eternal Jiangnan ink painting.

My heart gradually quieted down, like a pool of quiet Huaihu Lake.

The original scenes came to mind again, making the water in the lake slightly wrinkled.

On the top of Huashan Mountain, I walked the sky plank road again. On the thousand-year-old lying pine beside the small platform, the multicolored silk sash that Xichun and I tied with our own hands had already weathered into dust and smoke, dissipating in the endless river of time.

All the symbols of love in this world are actually no match for time. When all the metaphysical symbols are gone with the wind, it is discovered that the only thing that can last forever in the years is love.

I think of the moment when Xichun hugged me and expressed her heart to me, and every crystal clear tear she shed.Looking back on my troubled life, I was closest to happiness at that moment.

……

However, when I went to every place we walked together and experienced our shared memories again, I still didn't find any information about Xichun.

Whenever I was depressed, I even went to the street to ask every passerby, but everyone shook their heads helplessly at me.

I remembered that when Xichun gave me her most precious first night, she told me that she was willing to accompany me to the ends of the world.I remember every detail of that night clearly in my heart. Back then, I held her face gently and said to her: "If you leave me one day, I will search all over the world, and I will definitely find you back." .”

I always thought that Tianya Haijiao was just an illusory rhetoric, but later I found out that there really is a place called Tianya Haijiao.

So I really went to the place called Tianya Haijiao, which is located at the southernmost tip of the motherland, backed by Maying Mountain and facing the sea. South Tianzhu.

I walked around every stone on the beach, trying to find the slightest clue that Xichun might leave me.

I even picked up the starfish left on the beach in the dead of night and gently asked them if I had seen a woman named Xichun.

……

I have traveled through the crowds of countless cities, and walked alone through the first silent mountain village. I would sit quietly for an afternoon at the crossroads of a certain city or on a tree-lined path in the countryside, because I faintly feel that , maybe Xichun will appear in front of me in the next moment, look at me and smile quietly, and then mischievously call me a fool...

I traveled all the way from the south to the north, and I left my traces in every place I passed. I hope that if Xichun comes here after me, if she is careful enough, she will definitely be able to find the marks I left.

That was the gift I gave her on her 26th birthday, a peach blossom pendant, and it was the only gift I gave her.Until the last time at her wedding, I still saw her wearing it around her neck.

When summer came quietly, I came to the northernmost part of the motherland alone.

On the Hulunbeier prairie, I met a shepherd named Zak. This Mongolian man I met by chance became my lifelong friend in the years to come, although I never saw him again.

The weather was very good that day. It seemed that the weather on the grassland was always clear and the sky was clear. The endless green grass was shining brightly under the sunlight in May, full of life force.

The breeze is coming, and it seems that every pore opens involuntarily, mixed with the smell of green grass and soil, which makes me want to indulge in it and never wake up.

Just when I was indulging in this boundless green world, I faintly heard the sound of Matouqin in the distance, low and melodious, like a river flowing through the grassland, not surging, but quietly passing through the mountains and valleys Come, like these long years.

Like a bucket of glass beads kicked over by careless people on the thick wood, it can easily touch the depths of the soul.

I searched for the sound and raised my eyes, only to see a faint cluster of white where the blue and green meet. After I fixed my eyes, I probably knew that it was a group of sheep grazing.

The sound of the matouqin also comes from there.

I suddenly became interested, and really wanted to know what kind of person could play such emotional music, so I wandered away following the sound.

It was only when they got closer that they could finally see clearly that the white line between the sky and the earth was indeed a flock of sheep, and there should be hundreds of them by visual estimation.

The player who plays the piano is also the owner of this flock of sheep. He is dressed in Mongolian clothes, but the felt hat and clothes are a bit old, and the original bright colors are slightly dim.

His eye sockets are deep and his skin is dark and rough. He looks about 50 to [-] years old. Maybe he wasn't that old before, but it's just that he has been outside for many years and has suffered from the scorching sun and winter frosts, which makes him look beyond his actual age.

At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged on the grass, the motouqin is leaning on his shoulder, the bowstring in his right hand is sliding on the strings familiarly, he squints his eyes slightly to enjoy himself.

Beside him stood a black-maned horse with its head bowed quietly, its hoofs like snow.It seems to be dozing off and also seems to be addicted to the sound of the piano.

He didn't stop playing because of my arrival, and I couldn't bear to interrupt such a wonderful picture, and sat quietly on one side to enjoy this rare beauty in my life.

After the song was played, I was still thinking about it, when his eyes stayed on my stubble-covered face, showing a good-natured smile, his teeth were neat and white.

I gave him a thumbs up and said: "You play really well!" This is my sincere admiration for him.

I thought he couldn’t understand Chinese, but I didn’t expect him to put his palms together and nod his head to express his gratitude, and then said, “Thank you, it’s very simple, everyone here can play it.”

I was a little surprised. I didn't expect this Mongolian man to speak Chinese. Although his Chinese was difficult to speak and his pronunciation was not standard, which was barely enough for me to understand, it still surprised me.

In my heart, I have a preconceived feeling that a Mongolian shepherd like him is still living the most primitive nomadic life, maybe he doesn't know what changes are happening in the outside world at all, maybe he hasn't in this life After leaving the grassland, I only have sheep as companions all day long, and I don't know when it will be.However, he can speak Chinese, which really surprised me.

He seemed to read my thoughts from my expression, and said, "My daughter taught me. She is studying in Beijing. Beijing is a big city!"

When he said this, his expression couldn't help showing a look of pride. I can roughly understand that in his heart, her daughter's being able to study in Beijing is the greatest honor in his life.

I said to him: "Yes, Beijing is the capital of our country, your daughter is really amazing!"

Hearing what I said, his face suddenly became bright and he said: "Yes, my daughter is studying at Peking University. Others say that Peking University is a good university, and she will do big things in the future!"

As she spoke, she took out a photo from her pocket and showed me, "Look, this is my daughter!"

I took the photo. On the photo was a girl in a white skirt, with bright eyes, bright teeth, long hair and a very beautiful shawl. The background was the gate of Peking University.

I returned the photo to him and said, "Your daughter is so beautiful."

He took the photo and looked at it again, then carefully took it back.

I chatted with him, although his Chinese is not good, but he is very talkative.

From his mouth, I learned that his name is Zach, and there are her wife and his tribe in the tent a few miles away. They have just migrated to this area.I also learned that they have been herdsmen for generations, but there are very few people like them who still live a primitive nomadic life.

"The grassland is not what it used to be. There are fewer and fewer grasslands that can graze! We don't know how long we can last!"

When the sun set on the horizon, he looked at the setting sun on the horizon and murmured.

He asked my name and the purpose of coming here, and I told the truth.

I told him: "I'm here to find my love!"

He asked me, "Why did your lover leave you?"

"Because I did something wrong and upset her!" I said.

He sighed and said, "You are so pitiful! The world is so big, where can you find her!" After speaking, I shook my head and smiled wryly, and I stopped talking.

When the sun completely sank to the horizon, he raised his whip and flicked it, put his hand to his mouth and whistled, and the black-maned horse not far away ran over with a long hiss, which surprised me.

He patted the saddle and motioned for me to sit on it and said: "It's getting dark, go to my house and rest!"

I wanted to refuse, but seeing his sincere expression, I agreed.

I sat on the horseback, and he helped me pull the reins and drive the flock of sheep. While half of the sky was still burning with the sunset, I drove towards his house.

So on this night I ate the legendary baked naan with sheep dung, which I will never forget.

Zach's yurt is built on a flat low-lying land, and there are many similar yurts not far away.

It was dark when we came back, and the yurt looked warm and quiet under the cover of twilight. Occasionally, a few lights came out from the opened cotton curtain of the yurt.

I know that this is the direction of the wife to guide the home to the husband who has not returned.

Although they wander around and live in no fixed place, as long as there is still this bean lamp, they know that there is someone waiting for them, and there is still a warm home.

It seems that putting down the cotton curtain is another space, which can help them resist the heat and cold of the four seasons and the joys and sorrows of the world when they are struggling.

Zach's wife is a typical Mongolian woman, wearing a cotton robe, with a thick and slightly messy braid, and two clusters of plateau red unique to plateau women on her cheeks, looking a little shy.

She had a few conversations with her husband, generally asking about my background.Then she smiled and said something I didn't understand as a greeting, so I had to smile back at her, and she turned around and went to prepare dinner.

Zach smiled and said to me, "My wife said he made us panna, and she made delicious panna!"

I also wanted to be polite so that she would not be so troublesome, but I suddenly found that I was really not polite in front of this simple and sincere Mongolian man.

It seems that the hypocritical people are always people like me who are soaked in the glitz of the city and have learned to be hypocritical without knowing it. On the contrary, it is these primitive people who can truly keep the goodwill of human nature from being polluted by the world.

Zach invites me to sit down by a small firepit. He adds some dried sheep manure to the stove, and the yurt is instantly warmed up.

I watched Zach's wife roll out balls of dough into dough, then wrap the minced lamb and roll it out again into pancakes, lamb naan by her in no time.

But what she did next left me a little dumbfounded.

I saw her take a dustpan to dry sheep dung, and then spread it evenly on the mutton naan cakes, sprinkled on one side and then turned it over on the other side, which made me suspicious, but it was inconvenient to ask questions and seemed abrupt.

She baked the naan cakes sprinkled with sheep manure on the stove, and turned them over from time to time. After a while, she smelled the aroma of lamb.

Half an hour later, she picked up the naan, patted off the sheep dung on it with her hands, and handed it to me with both hands.

I took it with a smile, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to eat it or not.

I took a look at Zach and his wife to reconfirm from them that this naan is really eaten like this?
I saw them both looking at me with a smile on their faces, their mouths slightly opened with anticipation, as if they were waiting for me to judge their works.

I finally understood that the slightly hot naan in my hand was really a finished product. Out of politeness, I tried to take a bite out of it.

then……

I forgot about the shocking practice of baking naan with sheep manure, because my brain was completely occupied by the deliciousness in my mouth.

I felt that the naan bread was crispy, and the mutton juice inside sizzled out after one bite, and the whole mouth was filled with the mellow meat fragrance.

I couldn't help but instantly whetted my appetite, and while giving Zach's wife a thumbs up, I took another big bite.

Seeing my affirmation, Zach's wife seemed to be greatly encouraged, and rushed to serve me mutton soup. Zach also happily poured me a large glass of kumiss and drank it with me around the fire.

This night, I ate three plates of lamb dung baked naan, with the rich-flavored mutton soup and kumiss. For the first time, I felt the satisfaction of being full after drinking and eating.

Since then, I have never eaten such a delicious and unique food. Whenever I think about this experience in my later life, I will miss it very much. This is the only food that I can never forget in my life.

Many years later, I still feel endless aftertaste when I tell a few friends about this experience, and my friends are even more stunned.

A friend finally couldn't bear the fascination I always talked about this matter, and asked me to make it for them once.

I also had a sudden whim, and I really found the materials. While recalling Zach's wife's practice, I made this legendary sheep dung baked pan for them in full view.

They all vomited after taking a bite...

I was a little puzzled and took a sip.

Then I vomited too...

This incident proves one thing from the side. Some things cannot be imitated. Even if the materials are cooked correctly, they are no longer the original taste.

Maybe the times have changed, maybe the place has changed, maybe our mood has changed.

Maybe nothing has changed but the sheep manure.

This is what I figured out later, so I asked my friends who often go in and out of Inner Mongolia to bring me a bag of sheep dung on the grassland, and I wanted to make baked naan with sheep dung again for them to eat.

It's just that when I invited them, they all refused, so I had to let this matter go, which is also a great regret in life.

I stopped at Zack's for three days because I really liked it, and not all because of the sheep dung baked naan.

I love Zach, the rugged Mongolian guy and her modest wife, and all the people here.

I like the long sky and the vast grassland here.

I like the flocks and horses here, as well as the yurts and kumiss here.

I went with Zach to herd sheep during the day, and he told me stories about his daughter and the prairie.I told him my story, and he burst into tears as I told about Anne.

After telling the story of the grassland and me, he played the matouqin for me, and I sang Chinese songs to him. We are already friends.

During this period, he also taught me to play the matouqin.

I had a little understanding of the rhythm, and with his guidance, I was able to pull out a coherent piece of music, which really made me happy.

On the evening of the third day, I bid farewell to him, and he gave me the matouqin. I didn't like to win people's love, but his insistence made me unable to refuse.

But I couldn't find anything decent in return, so I had to give him a tight hug.

This matouqin, which is not too exquisite in workmanship and not expensive in materials, has become my favorite since then.I take it with me wherever I go.

He said that he wished me to find my lover as soon as possible, and he and his wife would pray for me every day.

This moved me deeply, and my nose felt a little sour. I asked him loudly, "Can we meet again?"

He also looked a little melancholy because of the parting, and his deep eye sockets faintly shone with starlight.

"The grassland here has been damaged too badly, we will go elsewhere soon, and you may not find us when you come back! Gathering and parting are fate, if the fate comes, we will see each other again!"

I suddenly felt sad, thinking about it, it is a great fate to meet by chance in the vast sea of ​​people, and what a blessing it must be to be able to meet again!

I thought of Mu Xichun again, can I really see her again? Thousands of mountains and rivers are boundless, where is she now?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly choked up.

I said goodbye to Zach, and when I turned to leave, I remembered his distant singing behind me.

I know that he is saying goodbye to me in his own way, sending me off with all his most sincere emotions for a person I met by chance.

After walking a long distance, I looked back and saw him standing still and waving to me. He was still wearing the faded clothes and old felt hat from three days ago. The setting sun stretched his shadow for a long time...

In the following years, I went to Lijiang, Dali, Xishuangbanna, and Mudanjiang with the matouqin that Zach gave me on my back. I took it all over the mountains and rivers of the motherland.

I use this matouqin to play and sing to the children in the mountains, to the beggars living on the streets, to the trackers by the Wujiang River, to the monkeys by the surging Yellow River and the Shennong River...

Next to a pass in Liangshan, I played a wedding march with this matouqin, and I was the only witness of a couple.

The couple originally agreed to walk along the most remote road. If they did not meet a person at the end, they would break up. If they met someone, they would form a husband and wife under the witness of this person.

When the sky was getting dark and the last rays of the setting sun fell into the mountain stream, they saw the cliff ahead.

At that time, they were extremely desperate, thinking that it was God's will.However, when they were crying and hugging and preparing to part, they suddenly found my tent in the hollow of the stone wall...

So they asked me to be a witness of their love, and I sat by the campfire and played a wedding march for them.

When the music played, the couple knelt by the fire facing each other and burst into tears...

Summer is gone, so is autumn!

As the last snow melted away, I gradually felt a little hopeless.

For more than a year, I have traveled to almost every city in the motherland. I printed tens of thousands of business cards and left them in hotels and hotels in each city. I told everyone the story of me and Xichun, and begged them to meet a man named Xichun. Girls must call me, I will pray for them all my life...

In the past year, my mobile phone has never been turned off for a moment, but the call I was waiting for never came.

In the summer, Da Zhuang and Xiao Yu called to say that they will get married in a month, I wish them happiness!

Da Zhuang said on the phone that he had already bought a big boat and could take me to the deep sea. I heard Xiaoyu sobbing softly beside her!

In October, Jasmine called and told me that she was handling the company's listing affairs, and she said that when I came back, I would still be the shopkeeper of them all!

I asked Jasmine if she was going to marry Xiao Tang, and she said loudly that she hadn't figured out whether she loved me or Xiao Tang the most, so she couldn't agree to Xiao Tang's marriage proposal yet.

I was just about to tell her that I can't say this again, but I heard Xiao Tang's silly laughter from the side!
Huai En called me when the first snow fell.

She cried before the call was connected.

She told me that she might not be able to wait until I found my sister, she had already decided to study in the United States, and she told me that she still needed time for some things.

Before hanging up the phone, she asked me in tears: "Uncle! If you find your sister, I will sincerely wish you happiness. If you can't find your sister, can I be your wife again?"

Huai En's words made me want to cry, but I dare not answer this question.

Because I know that finding Xichun will be my only career for the rest of my life, no matter how long it takes, I will never change...

Xichun still didn't have much time left for me, the letter had already been taken out by me back and forth and became fragile, I had no choice but to seal it with transparent plastic before opening it.

I have long been familiar with every word above, but I have never been able to understand the content.

Seeing the date on the letter approaching, I looked at the clouds in the sky for a long time and felt powerless and hopeless.

Xichun, where did you go...

Xichun!Xichun...

The new year is coming soon, and spring is coming again.

When the peach blossoms were in full bloom, I sat on the edge of Taihu Lake and looked at the stars in the sky. I put my hands together and prayed silently: God, please give me one last chance. If you are really affectionate, please give me some guidance...

When I opened my eyes, a shooting star pierced the sky, falling towards the western sky between flickering and flickering.

I think it’s been several years since I left Tibet and I haven’t seen Annie. I don’t know if Annie has reincarnated. If so, where is she now?

I thought of my silversmith shop, Anne's bar, the old monk, and Cangyongcuo.

I immediately got up and took a taxi to the train station, regardless of the darkness of the night, and bought a train ticket to Tibet.

Fifty hours later, when the sun was shining cleanly on the ground at noon, I set foot again in the town I had been parting from for several years.

Except that there are more shops lining the streets, nothing seems to have changed.

I came to my silversmith's shop and stood for a long time at the door of the shop. There was a middle-aged man inside who was handling Tibetan silver, but I had never seen it before.

The furnishings in the shop are still the same as when I left, which I never expected.

I thought I sold the silversmith's shop to Boss Chen and he would definitely renovate it, but I didn't expect him to keep the shop intact.

I walked into the shop, and the middle-aged man who was playing silver asked me kindly what I needed.

I smiled and said to him I'll just take a look.

The middle-aged man said something casual, then bowed his head to work again.

The more I looked at the ornaments on the wall, the more suspicious I became, because I could see that the craftsmanship of these ornaments was exactly the same as what Uncle Jiu taught me.

I know very well that Uncle Jiu had absolutely no other apprentices when I left. If this person is not a new apprentice of Uncle Jiu, he must have something to do with Uncle Jiu's mentorship. Could it be that this person was invited by Boss Chen elsewhere? Master silversmith?

I walked over to him and asked, "Master, are you the boss here?"

"No, I was invited by our boss!" The middle-aged man replied.

"May I ask if your boss is Boss Chen from the Tibetan Silver Shop on the street?" I asked again.

"No, it is said that it used to be, but in the end this shop was bought by my current boss, and I was also invited by our boss!" He put down the tools in his hand and said to me.

"Where is your boss now?" I was a little curious.

"I don't know, but our boss also bought the bar on the east side of the street. She is often there, can you go and have a look?"

Hearing this, my heart suddenly moved, and I really wanted to meet this boss.

So I said thank you to him and left.

When I came to Anne's bar, the first thing that catches my eyes is the light box signboard, which is exactly the same as the original one, but it is much newer, it can be seen that it has been replaced, but the original design and bar name are still used. Even the few Tibetan seal characters on it are exactly the same.

Since it was morning, there were no customers in the bar.

There was just one waiter at the counter who I hadn't seen cleaning up the utensils.

When I arrived, the waiter asked me what I wanted to order.

I ordered a glass of wine, sat at the bar and looked around the bar. I was surprised to find that even the furnishings in the bar were exactly the same as before.

I mentioned the names of a few singers who sang in the bar a few years ago and asked the waiter if they were still there. The waiter replied that they had already left, and the bar was sold at that time. I heard that a girl came a year ago. The bar was bought again and restored to its original appearance.

My heart suddenly clicked softly, like the sound of a cocoon breaking, and then a bright light shone in.

I suddenly felt a jolt all over my body.

The master of the silversmith shop said that the silversmith shop was bought back from Boss Chen a year ago. This person not only bought the silversmith shop but also the bar, and restored them to their original appearance!
Is it...

"What's your boss's name?" I asked eagerly, and my breathing became short of breath in an instant.

The waiter was obviously confused by my tone, looked at me suspiciously and said, "I don't know, I just came here!"

"Then do you know where your boss is now?" I asked again.

"I don't know! But the boss brings back some beautiful stones every time he comes back from outside recently, look!" He pointed to the window on the wine cabinet for me to see.

I just took one look and then turned around and rushed out of the bar, because I knew where my stones came from, there was no other place like this.

I got out of the bar and ran towards the direction of Cang Yong Cuo, the thoughts in my heart became stronger and stronger, and I couldn't wait to witness my thoughts...

……

On the wrong side of Cangyong, Anne's tomb is still there quietly.As the footsteps approached, a familiar fragrance of flowers drilled into my nostrils.

I suddenly found that a large cluster of azaleas was in full bloom in front of Annie's grave!Under the blowing of the spring breeze, it is swaying, but it is not delicate at all.

I suddenly understood that it turned out that Yingshanhong could bloom so enthusiastically in this kind of place...

I suddenly remembered Xichun's letter: I have planted the seeds... I will wait for you in the season of flowers blooming next year...

My heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly!

It is so, it is so...

I walked slowly to Annie's grave!

Suddenly I heard the soft sound of the reed beside Cangyong Cuo, and I turned my eyes to look, which made my body tremble uncontrollably...

Xichun is wearing a long pink dress, wearing a wreath of azalea woven on her head, and carrying a small bucket in her hand.

The moment her eyes met, she also trembled just like me.

Under the bright sunshine, we looked at each other quietly, thousands of words disappeared at this moment, and there was no more sound between the heaven and the earth in an instant!
We just looked at each other quietly!

Then we all laughed...

Suddenly, a loud bell sounded from the mountainside in the distance.

I remembered that I asked the old monk a question when I left. I asked him whether there is really a land of Jialan in this world.

But now I have an answer.

Because I know that my Jialan is right in front of me right now!

(End of the book)

After writing the last word, I fell into a long silence. After a year, the first book of my life is finally finished.

First of all, I want to thank myself. I still insisted on writing the end of the story without any achievements, and finally lived up to my dream. No matter what, I did it.

The second thing I want to thank is my readers and friends. It is your encouragement that gives me the motivation to go on. Maybe you are just a subscription, a reward, and a comment. For me, it is a great happiness.

Finally, I would like to thank my editor, Mr. Zongzi, for giving me the opportunity to make this book see the light of day. You are the leader of my online writing career and taught me a lot. Whether I will go on this road or not, I will Thankful.

Although the number of readers of this book is really pitiful, and there are only [-] subscriptions by the end of the day, I still thank you from the bottom of my heart.Here is a bow to thank you.