143. Chapter 143 Resham Firiri (seeking a monthly ticket
143. Chapter 143 Resham Firiri (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 143 Resham Firiri (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Resham Firiri,Resham Firiri…
(The kapok flower bloomed, when did you bloom it?
The flowers fall like white birds flying down, and the white birds keep flying.
You may be very tired and want to stop and rest.
Or do you like to fly to places far, far away?
Life has its ups and downs,
Just like a butterfly flying up and down.
No matter what difficulties there are in life,
I am willing to fly with you.)
…
Looking in at the noisy night alley, there is a pagoda that is all white and not very high. There are many playing children playing around the pagoda. In front of me, pigeons (animals) flying from a distance and resting are being picked up by the children.
Alarmed by his footsteps, he expressed his dissatisfaction with "Cuckoo" and flew to the top of the tower.
Near my ears, a local man was playing a sarangi, and the slow and beautiful melody seemed to be telling something.
Zhang Wentao and Xu Hongdou were sitting on wooden benches in a tea shop next to the pagoda, listening quietly.
Neither of them knew the name of the song (Resham Firiri) or the meaning of the song. They just sipped the local unique Masala tea from plastic cups while listening to the music and quietly felt the time in their ears.
the passage of.
"Tomorrow...what do you want to say to the madman tomorrow?"
After the melodious music stopped, Xu Hongdou turned his head, looked at Zhang Wentao, who was holding a cup and bowing his head in thought, and asked.
After Zhang Wentao heard this, his expression became a little stiff, he smiled reluctantly and shook his head.
In fact, he really didn't know what he wanted to say.
Maybe you can say some words of thanks to the other person for taking you to see so many beautiful scenery and experience so many unique foods and cultures.
If it weren't for the other party, my trip would seem to be just boring.
Moreover, if he were not a madman, he would not know pigeons.
Nor would he come to Yunmiao Village and meet Xu Hongdou, who is by his side now.
Maybe...love really has God's will.
Maybe we should really say "Thank you!"
Everything is such a coincidence, and everything is already destined.
"In addition to promising him to go to Antarctica together? Do you have any other promises?" Xu Hongdou moved over, leaned gently against Zhang Wentao, and said softly.
"No, How about you?"
Zhang Wentao turned his head sideways, his tone a little cautious.
"Me." Xu Hongdou hesitated and said, "I promised Nan Xing a lot. She asked me to make more friends, eat more delicious food, and go to more fun things..."
"I have done many of the things she told me."
Zhang Wentao said nothing, nodded after a while and said: "Very good."
"Well, it's pretty good." Xu Hongdou's voice was very soft and relaxed. She thought of something, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly: "Actually, I mustered up the courage to come to Yunmiao Village. And in Yunmiao Village
Miao Village, I seem to have found the feeling I had when I was a child."
"What did it feel like when you were a kid?"
"Well, it's that kind of thing..." Xu Hongdou thought for a while and said, "Actually, I can't say for sure. It's probably the feeling closest to happiness."
"The closest feeling to happiness?"
When Zhang Wentao heard this, he took a sip of the Masala tea in his hand. The tea soup was full of spices and accompanied by black tea, which was a wonderful aroma. This cup of tea was not as strong as the Indian one, with a little sugar accompanying this wonderful aroma.
The fragrance makes people who drink it unable to help but feel the mellow aroma that clings to the cavity.
"Yes." Xu Hongdou nodded affirmatively, then looked up at Zhang Wentao and said, "I hope you can muster up the courage tomorrow. I believe you can do it."
Under the moonlight, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her breath exuded a gentle breath, and the breeze... also carried the faint fragrance of her body.
"I..." Zhang Wentao lowered his head and stared into her eyes, feeling the comfort and peace of mind in his heart at this moment.
He nodded and said, "Yes, I will."
"Then, let's go back and get some rest early."
Saying that, Xu Hongdou took the initiative to hold Zhang Wentao, and this time the touch no longer contained the same pity as before.
When they returned to the hotel in the evening, the two of them waved in front of the door, and then returned to their respective rooms. As soon as the door was closed, both of them leaned against the door, biting their lips lightly, and after a while, they walked towards the room.
Go.
…
Xie Zhiyao sat silently on the bench, eating beer in sips.
He looked very casual, but the expression on his face was very depressed. Sitting in the champion's booth, he didn't say anything, just eating and drinking. From time to time he would take out his mobile phone to look at it, and then put it down impatiently.
.
He knew it, and he understood it, but there was a kind of unwillingness in his heart that couldn't go away.
And this unwillingness became even more intense after he came back from the hospital and sat in the stall at night.
"Mr. Xie, please stop drinking. Hongdou said she would be back in two days, and the air tickets have been booked."
Nana sighed helplessly and could only comfort her.
"No, you said he is a grown man, but this about him..."
Thinking of Zhang Wentao's performance last night, Xie Zhiyao just started talking about it, but soon realized that there was something wrong with his words and stopped immediately.
But this kind of thing is very uncomfortable when a friend dies. It doesn't matter if a girl brings herself to the hospital for crying. Zhang Wentao, a grown man, can still cry like a child.
This is good, not only did he go there, but Xu Hongdou was also tortured.
Well, Xu Hongdou is such a kind-hearted person, but when she sees that the other person can't even walk, but still insists on going to the airport and to Nepal, can she not follow and help take care of him?
Can.
The more Xie Zhiyao thought about it, the angrier he became. "Bada" opened another bottle of beer and took a couple of irritable sips.
"Actually...Mr. Xie." Nana frowned and looked at Xie Zhiyao, and then said after a moment: "Actually, I heard from Damai last night that Zhang Wentao had some bad experiences before."
"So, maybe we value friendship more. Don't be too jealous. Look, Hongdou, didn't she praise you for coming last night in front of your father?"
“Bad experience?”
Xie Zhiyao was stunned for a moment. In doubt, he remembered the message Nana sent him yesterday, and felt a little better.
But when I just took a breath, I remembered that the two of them were traveling together to some extent, and my noisy heart became anxious again.
He was really upset.
The matter of Shaohua Bookstore has not been settled yet;
There is currently no explanation for the B&B owner’s matter;
The people who finally shot the promotional video arrived. They just had an idea and were discussing the content of the shoot. However, the pigeon on my side fell down and Xu Hongdou also flew away.
This...he felt that he really agreed with the saying: blessings never come in pairs, misfortunes never come alone.
Why, it's so bad.
"Okay, Mr. Xie." Nana looked at Xie Zhiyao and didn't know what he was thinking of. She frowned and said, "Zunzi and the others will come to the store tomorrow. Let's go back and rest early today."
"If you keep drinking like this, Brother Champion will be angry."
As she said this, she quickly waved to Yang Guanjun, who was grilling skewers with a sullen face, and motioned for him to come over and say a few words.
Unexpectedly, Yang Guanjun snorted and turned his face away after seeing it.
He doesn't want to deal with this unsatisfactory 'thing' right now.
I just finished my persuasion the day before yesterday, and this is back again...
This song is a Nepalese folk song. It is very famous and very beautiful.
When I went to Nepal for the first time, I encountered the major earthquake. On the night of the earthquake, I heard the song "Resham Firiri" sung by the locals at the Phewa Lake in Pokhara. The Chinese name is "Kapok Blooms"