Grave Robbers' Chronicles: I Wish to Follow the Moon into Your Arms

That day, Jiang Nanyue and Zhang Qilin left quietly without telling anyone.

I bought a ticket to the desert on a whim, and no one disturbed me along the way. It was comfortable and relaxed;

The two of them didn't need a tour guide and could just eat, drink, have fun and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

In the endless desert, the golden sand dunes shine with charming light under the sunlight.

There is no noise of life, only the sound of wind and sand falling to the ground.

In the spring when flowers bloom, Jiang Nanyue and Zhang Qilin went to Jiangnan again.

In the teahouse, listening to the rain falling on the green tiles, the sound of dripping.

Wandering on the mossy stone path, watching the clouds drifting, feeling the silky drizzle and the vast mist.

In the ink-and-wash Jiangnan, Jiangnan Yue is wearing a cheongsam with a magnolia pattern, while Niaoniao Nana and Zhang Qilin are walking in the looming town.

Watching the oars rippling with old memories and the bustling town make the worldly spirit of Zhang Qilin more tangible.

Perhaps the misty rain of Jiangnan can comfort the two people who are burdened with worries.

After brewing a pot of tea, Jiangnan Yue sat by the window, leaning on Zhang Qilin's arms.

The two of them admired the scenery in the mist and rain, and took a sip of the fragrant tea.

It is the quietness of washing hands and burning incense, and the natural comfort of writing with thick ink on white paper.

If there is rain in the south of the Yangtze River, it will not reach Chang'an; if there is wind in Chang'an, it will never reach the south of the Yangtze River.

I went all the way to Jiangxi, Hubei, and finally to Changsha.

The two of them revisited the old place. Time passed quickly, the scenery remained the same, but people's moods had changed.

At the end of April, the two went directly to the place where Zhang Qilin was born - Motuo.

The place where Ama Baima was buried was a shady pit in Nanga Parbat.

Jiang Nanyue hired a car at a high price and took them directly to the foot of the mountain near Jila Temple.

We walked up the stone steps and arrived at the deep and quiet Jila Temple.

Many years ago, Deren Lama's little disciple had already become a master. When he saw Zhang Qilin and Jiang Nanyue returning, he was neither surprised nor anxious, nor happy nor panicked.

He just gently asked the young disciple in the temple to take the two of them to the room where they had lived before.

The room was as simple and clean as it was back then, with a tall window where the sun shone through, casting a warm glow.

The two of them started with a simple cleanup and took out some daily necessities from their backpacks.

After having a meal in the temple, the two of them took incense and went to the place where Bai Ma was buried.

When they arrived at the place, Jiang Nanyue pulled Zhang Qilin to his knees and kowtow.

"Mom, Xiaoyue and Xiaoguan are back to see you."

Xiaoguan, we have worshipped the gods of heaven and earth and our mother.

We had a marriage certificate, but now you have forgotten it.

It doesn't matter if you don't remember me, we have no future. (Zhang Qilin couldn't hear what Xiaoyue was thinking)

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qilin turned his head to glance at Jiang Nanyue.

"Mom, I'm back."

The wind blew, bringing with it the scent of flowers. It seemed as if Bai Ma was responding to them.

In May, when spring is in full bloom in Motuo, Zhang Qilin and Jiang Nanyue packed their backpacks to see the snow scenery of Duoxiong La Mountain.

We would go on simple hiking trips together and do all kinds of fun, simple and interesting things like ordinary couples.

Zhang Qilin would also pick beautiful flowers and bring them back to the temple, or bring them to his mother.

Zhang Qilin took Jiang Nanyue to Motuo to climb snow-capped mountains, cross glaciers, view lakes, listen to waterfalls, cross forests, and walk on grasslands.

The two of them enjoyed different scenery and felt at ease.

We went to the nearby tea fields again, and the path followed the undulating mountains.

The tea fields are winding like green waves. Walking among them, you can see lush green tea trees.

Handmade tea, when brewed, is filled with fragrance, tranquility and spiritual charm.

The two of them had already changed into the Tibetan robes that their grandmother had made many years ago, and they had been treasured in Jiangnan Yue's space.

One set each in blue, red and black, and they have a unique beauty when they are put on.

Zhang Qilin braided Jiang Nanyue's hair into the style of local women and put on various turquoise jewelry given by her mother.

When they are not traveling, they go to visit grandma, and sometimes they don’t even need to talk.

Sit there quietly, empty your mind and listen to the sound of the wind blowing.

During this period, I met a couple who were hiking and provided them with some help.

The girl in the couple took a camera and took a photo of Zhang Qilin and Jiang Nanyue wearing red Tibetan robes.

I submitted this photo to a travel magazine, and Wuxie accidentally discovered it and bought the original photo at a high price.

Of course, this is a story for later. Before they knew it, the two of them were enjoying their quiet, undisturbed time until mid-autumn.

As August came, the rain in Medog gradually increased, and the two of them went to visit their mother for the last time.

"Mom, Xiaoyue and I are leaving."

"Goodbye, Mom!"

They left Tibet together, and under Zhang Qilin's decision, went to Hangzhou to find Wuxie.

Wuxie was flattered and surprised by their arrival.

In response, Jiang Nanyue's smile seemed to be painted on her face. Although she was smiling on the surface, it could not cover up the indifference and alienation in her heart.

Wuxie immediately asked Wang Meng to book a private room at Louwailou because that day happened to be Chinese Valentine's Day.

The private room was already full, but in the end I got one thanks to Wu Erbai's connection.

Wuxie enthusiastically invited the two of them to go to Louwailou opposite the West Lake.

Wuxie sat down and ordered some of Louwailou’s specialties.

Jiang Nanyue has been sulking with Zhang Qilin since she arrived in Hangzhou.

In response to this, he said with a forced smile that there was no need to worry about her and that the guest should follow the host's wishes.

Wuxie was like a monk who was completely confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Use your eyes to signal Zhang Qilin, what did you do to make A Yue angry?

Zhang Qilin responded with a silent look! Wuxie had no idea what kind of conflict had arisen between the two people who were inseparable from Jiao and Meng.

In a moment, all the dishes were served.

Wuxie introduced the dishes to the two of them, and Zhang Qilin silently followed Wuxie's invitation.

I picked up a piece of West Lake vinegar fish and picked out the tiny fish bones.

He put it on a small plate and handed it to Jiang Nanyue.

Jiangnanyue had already appreciated the deliciousness of West Lake vinegar fish many years ago, so she declined the offer.

Then, thinking that only Wuxie liked this, he pushed it directly in front of Wuxie.

"Wu Xie, the young man picked this for you personally. It's a token of his love. I heard you like it, so eat more."

Wuxie looked at the expressions of the two people and had no choice but to accept Jiang Nanyue's kindness.

Basically it was Wuxie who asked the questions, and Zhang Qilin would occasionally reply.

Jiang Nanyue didn't eat much either, and remained indifferent no matter how the two of them picked up food for her.

The two had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​persuading Jiang Nanyue, and they just ate and chatted on their own.

Jiang Nanyue: I chose to start it, so I should end it myself.

Grind away your self-esteem, knock down the south wall. Use up my love for you in a hundred years...

Until I completely stop loving you, I will finally wake up.

Break your old self apart from within and start a new life.

In fact, I knew we were not suitable for each other a long time ago, but I still rejected everyone and walked with you on a road that led to no results.