pilgrimage

Man is but a walking shadow. ——Shakespeare's "Macbeth" In the dazzling sky, Ye Jing burst into tears facing the distant snow peak.At this moment, he forgot the pain of the wound, forgot the madness and ugliness of the people when they were vying for the fake gold book, and even forgot that there were a group of desperadoes with guns standing behind him.

He just feels tired.That kind of physical and psychological heaviness even made him want to just fall down on this Tibetan land forever and never get up again.So, when the cold muzzle hit his head, he didn't move, and still kept his original movements, looking at the sky through his tears.

At this moment, he felt that the surrounding voices became blurred, whether it was the noise of the couple, or Li Mu's half-joking and half-sighing "Ye Jing, I'm sorry, you're going to be silenced".But after waiting for a long time, the gunshot that cut off the sight and senses still did not sound.He raised his head in a daze, and vaguely saw that Tibetan boy standing in front of him. He still looked thin and frail, but stood firm in front of him like a mountain.

The two seemed to be arguing about something.Gesang looked a little agitated, Nanka was still expressionless, but every word he uttered was very slow and he pronounced his words heavily.In the meantime, Gesang punched Nanka, and the boy tilted his head, but he still stood motionless, facing the black muzzle of the gun: "He won't tell us."

"You know shit!" Gesang seemed to have calmed down a bit, but his expression was still terribly gloomy, "How can you guarantee that this kid won't give us to the police?! What's the point of keeping this kid alive now? You Don't tell me you fucking want to pretend to be a good person now!"

"Yes, but there's no point in killing him." The skinny boy looked at the man firmly, "I can't turn back, I want to live, so I can work hard for you, but he doesn't have to."

"I'm not a good person, I just want to live like a person."

Ye Jing raised her head, staring at what happened in front of her in a trance.Gesang and Nanka seemed to argue for a while, Nanka seemed to promise something, and then Ye Jing saw Gesang walking towards him with a terrifying expression, and then he was hit hard by a gun butt After lying down, there was a roar in the brain in an instant, and he felt blood flowing from his head, and he fell into darkness after a while.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyelids with difficulty amidst the shaking.The surroundings were still a blur of white, and he felt that someone was carrying him on his back, and the person carrying him seemed to have sensed something at this moment, and without turning his head, he said lightly: "...for a while, I will throw you down that steep slope as Gesang ordered. The terrain here is relatively flat and soft, and people often move around below, so you have a good chance of being rescued."

The man stopped in front of the cliff and took Ye Jing off his shoulders.

"I haven't fully convinced Gesang, so we can only gamble."

Ye Jing felt in a daze that the man had wrapped his coat tightly around him and the vulnerable parts of his body, and then pushed him to the edge of the cliff.

"I can't get forgiveness anymore, but you still have a long way to go."

Ye Jing felt a severe headache, his vision was blurred by the congealed blood, but he still tried his best to see everything in front of him clearly.

In the end, that person gently pushed him down in a relatively safe posture.

The skylight and dizziness blurred Ye Jing's vision, but he still saw the face of the Tibetan boy and heard the words: "Live."

The feeling of weightlessness was accompanied by the muffled sound of finally falling into the snow, and finally, darkness swept everything again.

— to live.

———————————— Time dividing line

When Ye Jing woke up again, she found herself lying in a local hospital with thick gauze wrapped around her head. She couldn't remember anything, but felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.After a few days, the situation improved, but no matter what he wanted to say, the sounds he made were all strange screams, and he lost all language ability.

He thought he had broken his brain and was very scared, but the doctor told him that it was just a sequela of a severe concussion, so there was nothing to worry about.

It wasn't until he stayed in the hospital for a few more weeks, and when his parents came rushing in because he couldn't be reached, that he slowly began to recall his experiences and his name.But he still felt a little bit at a loss about the fact that he survived, sitting in the ward every day, looking at the blue sky outside the window in a daze until he was discharged from the hospital.

He made up a reason for accidentally falling down the hill while climbing a mountain, but he didn't mention that bizarre experience.

After a few days of rest, his parents took him on the return trip.Leaving the hospital and walking on the crowded street, his parents were talking and walking in front, and he followed behind, looking at the pedestrians around him, feeling a little dazed for a while, until someone bumped into him suddenly and stuffed something into his hand.

Pedestrians were coming and going around, and all kinds of breaths were mixed together. When he raised his head, he only had time to catch that one figure from the back.The man was not tall, with a big hood, his thin body was wrapped in a Tibetan robe, but his back was straight.

Ye Jing froze for a moment, glanced at the things in his hands, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his face.He pushed aside the crowd and chased a few steps towards the figure, but finally stopped, watching the figure being submerged by the crowd.

His parents called his name not far away, and he answered in a daze, and his fingers holding the thing began to tighten slowly.

The sky is as blue as washing, and the majestic Potala Palace is silent, the five-color wind-horse flag flutters in the wind on the plateau, and the snow peaks not far away are rolling up and down. On the Tibetan ground, everything is so holy and beautiful.

The prayer wheel in Ye Jing's hand glowed faintly.

2012, winter.

In winter nine years later, Ye Jing returned to Tibet.

After returning home that year, his parents did not allow him to go to any potentially dangerous places alone, and he also changed back to that calm, even indifferent teenager, and sealed his memories and returned to his normal life.

Later, he worked, and in his busy life, he gradually forgot about this journey and the people on the journey, whether they are evil people, good people, saints, or ordinary people.Once, when he was tidying up his room, he suddenly found a tattered thing from his previous backpack, which belonged to Tibet.

He came to Tibet again.

He stood under the vast sky of Tibet, breathing the dry and cold air, and under his feet was the stretching white snowfield.Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated, he breathed out white air, slowly opened the cover, and saw a blurry photo, a figure was kneeling on the snowfield, and a series of deep footprints behind it.

He didn't know who posted it, and he couldn't tell who was in the photo.He just trembled a little with his hand, inexplicably feeling that it was the person who left footprints in his life.

pilgrimage.

He felt that the person in the photo was on a pilgrimage, measuring the journey of his spiritual return on the snow field, so he smiled slightly, and suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Holding the old prayer wheel tightly, facing the snow peak, he slowly knelt down on this Tibetan land.