Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Because Lhasa came suddenly, Zijun didn't make any preparations before, so after checking into the hotel, she felt a little dizzy at first, but she thought it might be due to the weather, so she didn't take it to heart.

At first she felt groggy, but she couldn't sleep in the second half of the night, and only felt a headache when she woke up in the morning. Tong Zhenyu asked her whether to go to the Potala Palace or Linzhi first, she shook her head and said she had a headache and didn't want to go anywhere.

Only then did Tong Zhenyu notice that her expression was wrong, and he gave her a look: "Why didn't you tell me earlier when you were uncomfortable?"

"I thought I'd be fine with a little sleep," she said truthfully.

"Here, take the medicine." Tong Zhenyu took out a bottle of medicine from his luggage bag and handed it to her: "You are a high-ranking fan. If you told me last night, you might be fine after taking the medicine."

"High rebellion?" Zijun, who came to Lhasa for the first time, didn't realize it all at once.

"Altitude sickness!" Tong Zhenyu explained to her the meaning of high altitude sickness.

"Hehe, so it means hanging himself," Zijun took the pills and the water glass, and swallowed a few pills in one go.

"How could Gao Fan and hanging have the same meaning?" Tong Zhenyu was taken aback: "What does hanging mean?"

"The hanging is the Shanghai Crane Factory," Zijun explained to Tong Zhenyu with a smile.

"..."

Tong Zhenyu was speechless, well, he will never speak concise words to her in the future.

Zijun is young and in good health. After taking the medicine given by Tong Zhenyu, his dizziness gradually disappeared. After eating breakfast, he was fine.

"Can I go out to play today?" Tong Zhenyu asked as she saw her face getting better.

"Yes," Zijun waved his hands and kicked his legs: "I'm fine, I've come here, if I don't go out to play and stay in the hotel all day, it's better not to come."

He just laughed and asked for her opinion: "Then shall we go to the Potala Palace first or go to other places first?"

"Let's go to the Potala Palace," Zijun replied without thinking, "I want to go to the Potala Palace to make a pilgrimage."

"..."

Tong Zhenyu looked at Zhang Zijun's face silently, and another similar face gradually came to mind.

"I most want to go to the Potala Palace to make a pilgrimage!" She once shouted to him like this, and her face looked extraordinarily bright under the sun.

"You are not a believer, what worship?" He scoffed at her words.

"Who said that only believers can do pilgrimage?" She pouted her small red mouth: "I'm not a believer, but I also want to do pilgrimage..."

"Let's go, Zhenyu," Zijun pushed Tong Zhenyu, who was standing there in a daze, with his hand, "What's wrong? Have you rebelled too?"

"No," Tong Zhenyu quickly came back to his senses, smiled at her and waved his arms and said, "I'm in such good health, why would I suffer from altitude sickness?"

The first stop was the Potala Palace. Because I arrived a little late, many people outside the gate could not buy tickets, and Tong Zhenyu didn't know who was inside. Anyway, he quickly got two tickets out.

The Potala Palace, commonly known as the "Second Putuo Mountain", stands on the Red Mountain in Lhasa. It is a large-scale castle-style building complex. The mountain looks holy and majestic, and the Tibetans call it the 'white palace'.

At the gate of the palace, Zijun saw a legendary Tibetan believer, a real worshiper, clasped his hands together, raised his head above his head, lowered his forehead to his chest, lay down on the ground, and swiped his hands forward. After getting up, take three steps forward, and repeat...

She also wanted to worship like that, but she was not a believer, and she didn't have such a pious heart, she just wanted to do a worship.

In the end, she entered the palace and knelt down piously. To her surprise, Tong Zhenyu beside her also knelt down.

The moment she knelt down, the poem by Tsangyang Gyatso came to her mind:

That day I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting in the incense mist of the scripture hall

On that day, the mani pile was built not for cultivating virtue, but for throwing stones into the heart lake

That night I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath

In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels not for exaltation but just to touch your fingertips

In that year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road not to see you, but to hug your warmth

In that life, I turned mountains, rivers, and Buddhist pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way

..

After the pilgrimage, start to wander among the resplendent Buddhist halls, spiritual pagodas, sleeping palaces, and corridors.

The lights are dim, the window curtains are low, and the smell of butter permeates everywhere. The whole place seems to have fallen into a dark and ancient dream, and is involuntarily lost in those scriptures, Buddha statues, murals and distant legends.

The dazzling palace walls are stacked layer upon layer, towering like clouds, blue sky, gilded roof, black sutra pillars, all kinds of bright and solemn combinations form more spatial layers.

The Potala Palace is not only a museum of history, but also a palace of art, and a miracle in the history of world architecture. Zhang Zijun studied architecture, so it is inevitable to study the original architectural design of the palace when visiting the palace.

Tong Zhenyu originally planned to spend half a day in the Potala Palace, but because Zijun was very interested in these architectural groups, he had to study every place carefully, take pictures, and take notes, so——

For a whole day, the two of them lingered in the Potala Palace, until the sun went down, and the sunset put away its last ray, and the Potala Palace was lit up.

After a day of shopping and walking, I didn't feel it inside the Potala Palace, but once I got out, Zijun felt a little sore in his feet.

"Hey, it's been a long time since I climbed the mountain," she said to herself as she beat her sore calf with her hand.

"Did you often climb mountains before?" Tong Zhenyu bought snacks and handed them to her, asking with a smile.

"Well, I used to have vacations or something, and occasionally went to climb the mountains near Bincheng." She replied lightly.

In fact, they fell in love with Lin Chengfei before, and their families were not rich, so naturally they would not choose to travel to those famous mountains and rivers, so climbing mountains and going to the seaside are the constant pleasures of their dating.

Fortunately, Binhai is a city surrounded by mountains and the sea, so even if she can't travel to other places, she and Lin Chengfei still have a great time. In summer, they often choose to go to the beach to play, while in winter they choose to climb mountains for exercise.

"Let's go, let's go back." Seeing that Zijun stopped beating his legs, Tong Zhenyu couldn't help asking, "Can we still go?"

"Yes," Zijun smiled and took a bunch of candied haws in his hand: "I'm in good health, it's just that I haven't exercised recently, I'll be fine tomorrow after I sleep at night."

Looking at her innocent and simple smile, his heart trembled involuntarily. At that moment, he only felt that she was so beautiful, and he had the urge to cherish her forever.

"Let's go," Zijun's voice was a bit vague because of the candied haws in his mouth, and he looked at Tong Zhenyu who was standing there in a daze: "What's the matter? Didn't play enough, can't bear the Potala Palace?"