Eight wind does not move

The press corps will stay for a few months, and the protection station will become busy, ensuring daily work while showing a good demeanor. Zhou Hang, who has a university degree, is always arranged to enter the country, which makes Zhou Hang feel upset when he sees long shots, so he voluntarily applies for transportation supplies.

The express delivery only circulates once every half a year, and the people at the protection station need to pick it up by themselves, and then send it to each station together with the supplies. Zhou Hang drove in the off-road vehicle, and then tore off the tarpaulin. There were piles of daily necessities inside. First, I picked out a few couriers of my own. Among them were a few wedding invitations from old classmates. They were all a long time ago, and I feel a little regretful looking at them now.Unknowingly, his choice has derailed himself from that world for so long.

"Brother Zhou, hold it for me." Wen Ming tugged on Zhou Hang's sleeve, and Zhou Hang looked along where her finger was, and saw Wen Ming's name written on the small courier box on the top.

"What is this?" Zhou Hang helped Wen Ming take down the express box. He hadn't shopped online since he came to Hoh Xil, and so did Wen Ming. After all, it was really troublesome once the supplies came in.

"I placed the order on a whim at the time." Wen Ming confirmed the information on the box, and threw the box at Zhou Hang, Zhou Hang caught it with both hands: "Let me keep it as a souvenir for you."

When the little girl went to Lhasa last time, she went to the town to have her hair cut. She cut off the cute wool curls at the ends of her hair and replaced it with a dashing short hair.

"What?" Zhou Hang asked again, the box was not light, and there was a soft rattling sound when it shook.

"Open it now and have a look."

The moment he took it out, Zhou Hang felt that his breathing was about to stop.

It is a photo of Bai Guangpin.

In a neat stack, Zhou Hang looked up at Wen Ming, and the little girl looked away.

"It's all his photos in my mobile phone." Wen Ming said with his back turned, his voice trembling slightly: "I wanted to print them out as souvenirs, but I was scared because I missed them so much..."

"Don't you want it?"

"I've already deleted all his photos, but I didn't expect the courier to be delivered now." Wen Ming said, "I think, let it go."

"He has turned me down completely."

"Look at it again"

"Look at... what?"

"Let's take a look at Bai Zai's photo together."

Zhou Hang poured out the stack of photos and flipped through them one by one. Most of the Bai Guangpin in the front seemed to be a college student. The pictures were blurry, and they were probably taken secretly. At that time, Bai Guangpin was wearing a somewhat silly The round-framed glasses, wearing jeans and a dark shirt, long hair, long bangs parted in the middle cover the eyes, and the canvas bag on the shoulder is printed with the name of the university, which seems to be a cultural and creative product on a certain school day. Unaware of the camera, he turned his head and laughed wantonly with the people around him.

"I was a freshman that year, and he was the graduate student who took us to do Daiso." As if recalled, Wen Ming had a faint smile on his face: "I fell in love with him immediately."

"When I was in my junior year, he disappeared for a whole year, and I only heard that something happened to him later."

"After that, he completely disappeared from the school."

"This is my university graduation. I came to Hoh Xil alone with the group to find him. He scolded me and sent me back."

This picture is finally not a secret, it is a group photo of Wen Ming and Bai Guangpin, the anger on Bai Guangpin's face is obviously still there, at this time, Bai Guangpin is much thinner than the previous pictures, even a little out of shape .

"I secured my graduate school, chose the same tutor as him, and I took over the project he didn't finish. I pestered him with a shameless face. He said that I was too young to do such childish things, but I think I may never grow up."

"Then, he completely disappeared from my world, as if it was a punishment for my waywardness."

A thick stack of photos, from Bai Guangpin's youthful campus days to Zhou Hang also appearing in a corner of the photo.

Until the last photo, Bai Guangpin smiled familiarly in that photo, as if he had seen it yesterday, wearing a white cardigan, the back of the cardigan was blown behind him by the wind, half squatting in front of a Tibetan antelope , When he smiled, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes wrinkled, revealing his white teeth.

It was taken the day before his accident.

Zhou Hang felt sore eyes, blinked his eyes, but no tears fell down, but Bai Guangpin's overly bright smile in the photo was very blurry.

"I often wonder, if I hadn't been pestering him and chasing him all the way to Hoh Xil, would it have been him, and nothing would have happened."

"No..." Before Zhou Hang could retort, Wen Ming interrupted him.

"However, I will never live for one person again, brother Zhou." Wen Ming smiled shallowly: "I want to live for myself, like the senior hopes."

Zhou Hang came to the cemetery to commemorate the anti-poaching heroes again. When he got off the car, he saw Jiang Yu getting up to leave.

This place is very barren, it feels like there is only the sound of the wind between the sky and the earth, and occasionally a few eagles pass by.

"Did you come to see Bai Zai?" Jiang Yu raised his head and asked, "We thought of going together."

"If I knew it earlier, I would have come together." Zhou Hang put the flowers in his hand on the side of the stone tablet.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the stele. It was a thin piece with Bai Guangpin's name printed on it, and it was the latest one.

There are many khatas flying on the stone tablet. I don’t know when they were put up. There are new ones and old ones, and the white ones are dazzling.

"Some of them may be commemorated by the nearby villagers." Jiang Yu said softly: "Bai Zai used to run from house to house, leading the local people to understand the dangers of poaching and the significance of wild animal protection. He believes that anti-poaching must start from the root rise."

"He even helps children in nearby villages make up lessons, and everyone in this area knows him."

Thinking of the night after Bai Guangpin left, thinking of his eyes that were red with anger, Zhou Hang suddenly felt a sense of relief for some reason.

Bai Guangpin once lamented that good and evil are unclear, and he didn't know how to get angry and who to blame.

Zhou Hang said that he wanted to find the answer for Bai Guangpin, but now he suddenly realized that maybe Bai Guangpin didn't want to find it at all, and Bai Guangpin didn't care who he was angry with.

If you don't know how to be angry, treat the world gently.

Tibetan antelopes go to the Mahaomula Mountains in the north every year, and how many of them just disappear on the road, and then there are no bones left.

How many lives has been devoured by Hoh Xil, companions or enemies.

In the face of nature, individuals are too small, and struggle seems meaningless, just like Sisyphus pushing a stone, what is the meaning of absurd punishment and hard labor.

What about the more pathetic ones?It seems that people will eventually become a thin stone tablet. Is the stone tablet meaningful?Is the flying khata meaningful?

Zhou Hang felt that he was thinking too much, he raised his head, and it was almost dusk at this time, the Kunlun Mountains were majestic, and the peaks were veiled by the setting sun, looking golden and beautiful.

Today's wind is too gentle, it seems that Bai Guangpin knew that they came back to see him, Zhou Hang opened his arms, he felt that he was hugging the soul of the other party, as if he was hugging his own soul, more like hugging the world Countless souls.

These unmoving heroes.

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(More omissions! Re-edited Private Marseille!!!