If you don't bend, I will be blackened!

Yun Ye waited outside the door for a long time, but no one came out. He also heard some movement, frowned, opened the door and walked in.

Bai Jin in front of the computer had tears running down his face, and when he saw Yun Ye coming in, he didn't even wipe it off.

Yun Yeye took a deep breath. When contacting Bai Jinyi, he didn't want to ask him too much, so he just said: "You... want to continue with him?"

Bai Jinyi slowly came back to his senses, withdrew the memory card, carefully put it in his pocket, and walked out after saying yes.

Maybe it was too painful, his heart had lost any feeling.

Fortunately, I know that Zhang Zucong should be traveling.

But where to go but no clue.

He could only check every corner and start to check. He couldn't believe that there were so many people in the world, and no one had ever seen Zhang Zucong.

He edited fake information on the Internet and recorded a video, saying that Zhang Zucong escaped from marriage and went to play somewhere. He asked netizens to help and pay heavily.

This message was sent out and caused a lot of influence. After all, Zhang Zucong's identity was coupled with the forwarding of the official account.

It's been four days since this message was sent, and Bai Jinyi's private messages are full of various pictures every day, which is a mess.

But he still watched day and night, not missing every video or picture.

In just a few days, the dark circles under his eyes were so heavy that he could squeeze into a panda family, and his slender body became thinner and thinner.

Finally on the fifth day, a hiking blogger posted a video, saying that he had seen a man who looked a lot like Zhang Zucong.

Bai Jin held his breath, these days he has been tortured by hope again and again and despair again and again, and he is on the verge of mental breakdown.

The blogger in the video is sloppy and his cheeks are tanned to plateau red.

His video was swept away, and a group of people appeared in the corner.

Bai Jin glanced at it and his heart went numb. He stood up suddenly, and the chair rubbed against the ground making a screeching sound.

Zhang Zucong was wearing a hat with the brim pressed down very low, but Bai Jinyi recognized it at a glance.

It's him!It's Zhang Zucong!

He watched it several times to make sure that Zhang Zucong was not dazzled before paying attention to the background of the video.

Looking at the background of the video, Bai Jinyi's eyes were scarlet.

He thought that Zhang Zucong would choose the south where the environment is comfortable, but he didn't expect that he would go to Tibet because of his illness.

Simply do not die.

Bai Jin took a screenshot of the background of the video and sent it to Assistant Lin, asking Assistant Lin to confirm the location.

Got an answer quickly.

Zhang Zucong is at the foot of Habu Mountain on the north bank of the Yarlung Zangbo River. He is probably going to Samye Monastery.

As soon as Bai Jin booked an air ticket to the city closest to Samye Monastery, he rushed there without any preparation, not daring to delay at all.However, there is no direct air ticket from Shencheng to Lhasa, so we can only transfer to Chengdu in the middle of the night.

Bai Jinyi can only do this.

He hasn't slept for almost a week, but he doesn't feel sleepy at all.

After some twists and turns, he got on the plane to Lhasa. As soon as he got on the plane, he saw several couples holding hands, chatting and laughing.

His heart throbbed sharply, and his eye sockets became moist in an instant.

He took a deep breath and sat down.

It was a two-hour journey, but Bai Jinyi was so anxious that he wished that the plane would arrive immediately.

What do you say to love him, let yourself and Shen Jiuzhou live a good life, and even become a surrogate!

He, Zhang Zucong, is really generous. If he is so generous, why would he still say those things and make a pitiful recording of the video to soften his heart.

He did it on purpose!

Bai Jinyi's nose twitched violently twice, he buttoned up the brim of his hat, and tears slipped into his hair silently.

At this moment, Zhang Zucong had already arrived at the Samye Monastery. He bowed devoutly, and then took out a red rope to sign a small wooden sign for begging. He didn't know what was written on it. Carefully write it next to each other stroke by stroke.

Then leave.

It was only about ten hours after Bai Jin arrived at the Samye Monastery.

As soon as Bai Jin arrived in Lhasa, he chartered a car to go to Samye Monastery, but the car had a flat tire on the way.

He stopped, looked at the nail on the tire, and kicked hard.

Just when the phone rang, he took it out and took a look, it was Yun Ye.

He took it up with a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?"

Yun Ye looked at the crazy Shen Jiuzhou, gritted his teeth and said, "That little lunatic from the Shen family has come here, and he must ask me for you!"

After speaking, Yun Ye spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Shen Jiuzhou, who was suppressed by the bodyguards, covering his cheeks and grinning.

Bai Jinyi's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and then he remembered that there was another Shen Jiuzhou.

He glanced at the road that could not be seen, and his chest was sore: "You help me comfort him a little, and I will come back to make it up to you."

After speaking, I hung up.

When Bai Jin thought of Shen Jiuzhou's crazily screaming on the phone, he squatted down helplessly.

But he didn't cry, but said viciously with red eyes: "Zhang Zucong, wait for me! When I find you, I..." Bai Jinyi's breathing was almost choked, Zhang Zucong, where are you?

The only answer to him was the wind of the plateau.

At this moment, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and there was no one on the road without a car passing by, only the howling wind.

Bai Jinyi didn't know that there was such a big temperature difference between Tibet and Shencheng, so he didn't have time to prepare, and came here wearing only a white T-shirt.When he got into the car, his head felt a bit high and cramped, his chest was stuffy, and he was cold and hungry.

The whole process was only supported by the belief in finding Zhang Zucong.

He waited until the sky slowly dawned, and cars began to pass by on the road one after another.

Bai Jin lifted his numb feet to get out of the car, and wanted to stop the car, hoping that there would be a car with a spare tire or take him for a ride.

He stopped several cars before meeting a car going to Samye Monastery.

The man was a man in his thirties, he looked quite artistic, with a camera hanging on his chest.

He was taken aback when he saw Bai Jin: "Aren't you the boy who caught the husband on the Internet?"

Bai Jin froze for a moment when he heard what he said, then nodded without refuting.

The man glanced at his car: "Come on, I'll see you off."

Bai Jin's eyes lit up, and he quickly got into the car.

He didn't say much along the way, the man still wanted to say something, but seeing Bai Jinyi's haggard appearance, he stopped talking.

The car drove for another two hours before arriving at the Samye Monastery.

Bai Jinyi took out money to the man who sent him over, and said, "Thank you."

The man shook his head, took a bag of snacks from the back seat and handed it to Bai Jinyi, saying, "Good luck."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

As soon as Bai Jin looked at the Samye Monastery in front of him, his heart beat powerfully.

It's been so long, and he doesn't even have any hope that Zhang Zucong can stay here obediently and wait for him to catch him.

He just wanted to go in and find clues about Zhang Zucong's appearance, so as to soothe his restless heart at this moment.

The Samye Monastery is very big, and he didn't get out after visiting for a long time.

It was still early and there was no source of incense, Bai Jin was tired and sat on the stairs looking at the big Buddha in a daze.

The clue was broken, and he didn't know where Zhang Zucong went.

His face was wet, and he raised his hand to wipe it.

cried again.

"Does this benefactor need to go in and offer incense?"

As soon as Bai Jin raised his head, he was an old monk with peaceful eyes and clear eyes.

Seeing Bai Jinyi's face, the monk was stunned for a moment, clasped his hands together and bowed, "This benefactor and I are destined to be destined."

Bai Jinyi stood up and imitated the monk and returned the salute: "Really?"

The monk smiled: "Exactly, the poor monk just saw your photo yesterday, and met you in person today, isn't this fate?"

Bai Jinyi's pupils shrank sharply, and he said anxiously, "Who will show you my photo?"

The monk smiled and didn't say much.

Bai Jin gritted his teeth: "What did he... say to you?"

"He asked for a sign for you and hung it on the linden tree in the courtyard."

Bai Jin glanced at the tree covered with red ribbons, and walked over step by step.

There are many signs on the tree to pray for blessings, some for Xiu'er's love, and some for getting rich after passing the college entrance examination.

No matter what you are looking for, it is full of hope and moving.

Bai Jin looked at it one by one, and finally saw Zhang Zucong's handwriting on a branch with only one sign hanging on it.Zhang Zucong is very recognizable in a mess of fonts, and the beautiful italic characters are aggressively printed on the sign.

Bai Jin carefully stood on tiptoe and held it in the palm of his hand to take a look at the contents, tears were bursting with just one glance.

Zhang Zucong wrote: [Bai Bai is happy every year, every year is safe]

But what really caught Bai Jin's nerves were the words that were crossed out indiscriminately.

Zhang Zucong originally wrote: [Can accompany Bai Bai to live a hundred years old]

Just ten words were like a poisoned knife mercilessly piercing into the softest part of his heart, stirring fiercely.

Every cell in my body screamed for pain.

He squatted down and put the sign close to his heart.

Why did he wipe it off?

Is it just a hope and prayer that he dare not even think about?

When did Zhang Zucong become so timid? He shouldn't be like this.

Bai Jinyi didn't dare to think about a grassy man, but in the end he didn't even dare to dream.

The existence of Zhang Zucong is salvation to Bai Jinyi and the god who illuminates his world.

Such a result was too cruel to his god and to him.

After Bai Jinyi recovered, he stood up, asked the monk for a sign, and copied what Zhang Zucong had crossed out.

Zhang Zucong didn't go far, and stayed in a hotel not far from Samye Temple.

For the past two days, his stomach pain was unbearable, he didn't take painkillers, and he couldn't continue walking due to the cramping pain in his upper abdomen.

He went from Shencheng to Lhasa half a month ago. He chose to walk instead of renting a car.

He stopped and stopped all the way, high nausea and stomach pain made him walk very slowly, and finally arrived at Samye Monastery yesterday.

He leaned against the head of the bed, bent one leg, took out Bai Jinyi's photo from his pocket, smiled wryly, and thought about traveling to a few more cities this month.

Now it seems that it is very good to be able to finish here.

He stroked Bai Jinyi's photo with his fingers, he didn't want to leave, he still wanted to go back and take a look at Bai Jinyi quietly.

For some reason, he took out his mobile phone from the box that had been turned off for more than ten days. After turning it on, the power was still the same as when he turned it off.

However, there were more than 200 missed calls and more than [-] messages.

Zhang Zucong's heart skipped a beat, his fingers trembled uncontrollably a few times, and he clicked open.

The red characters that caught my eye were all Bai Jinyi's numbers.

Zhang Zucong held his breath and clicked on the message. There were Assistant Lin and Bai Jinyi.

[Zhang Zucong is back! 】

He hooked the corner of his mouth, the more he read the message, the more his heart ached. Bai Jin kept sending the three words [Zhang Zucong] without saying anything.

Zhang Zucong bent down and put his head against his hands, took a deep breath, and clicked on WeChat. Unlike text messages, WeChat only had a few short messages.

But it made Zhang Zucong's face suddenly pale, and his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

【Uncle Cong, I won’t be with Shen Jiuzhou anymore, come back...】

【Do you want me again? 】

【I'm afraid...】

[I know where you are, I'm here to find you. 】

The picture accompanying this sentence is a plane ticket.

The most recent message was half an hour ago, and there was only one picture, and the content of the picture was the Samye Monastery less than one kilometer away from him.

Zhang Zucong clutched the phone tightly, looking at Bai Jinyi's shadow in the photo, the corners of his eyes turned red at some point, and his heart contracted fiercely.

He's in vain, here I come... The author has something to say, I'm here? Can we meet tomorrow? Let's pray for the dog!

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