This benefactor is not too cold

Extra Story: Purdue (Wang Bingchuan x Xie Changan)

"In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not to extend, just to touch your fingertips."

"That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but to hug your warmth."

"In that life, I traveled around mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way."

On the 4000th day of Saga month, snowflakes fell all over the sky in the Larung Valley, a snowy area at an altitude of [-] meters, far away from the corner of the world, a bus full of passengers looms in the undulating snow-capped mountains.

The car was driving slowly along the winding road in the Larung Valley. Wang Bingchuan looked out of the window. Under the blue sky, among the silver ridges and yellow grass, there were dense red wooden houses. On the immaculateness that is not stained with dust.

With the blue sky, white clouds, and rotating prayer flags, Wang Bingchuan closed his eyes and listened to the low-pitched Sanskrit sounds sung in the Lama Valley. One after another spring, summer, autumn and winter......

Every April in the Tibetan calendar is called the Sakya month, also known as the Sakya month, the auspicious day of Buddha.It is an extremely extraordinary and sacred day. Wang Bingchuan comes here every year at this time. He seems to be sure that all the karmic obstacles that plague his heart can be washed away. It's just that the mirror is not a platform, and it has already caused dust. Who can tell right from wrong.

The Buddha said: "It's broken, let go, and be at ease." But he can neither see through nor let go, and he can't be at ease.

Secretly laughing at himself that he is really worthless, people in the world pray for Buddha, or for disasters and illnesses to leave the body, or for smooth work, or for a high position, but he hopes that no matter whether he dies or dies, he will never have any contact with Xie Chang'an again.

Anne Hathaway elaborated on such a feeling in "OneDay": "I can't control my unforgettable memories of you, but I have no expectations for everything about you."

Xie Changan came to look for him before leaving City C, and Wang Bingchuan remembered that he replied in the same way.

There are thousands of mountains and rivers between the heart and the heart, although Xie Changan is still a thorn in the bottom of my heart, but how can I start over again lightly and skillfully.

I dare not want it but I can't give it up, so I can only hope that there will be no day of reunion.

The car stopped in front of the row upon row of wooden houses. Outside the window of a small red wooden house, there was a tuft of lush yellow flowers, as bright as stars.

Wang Bingchuan walked over, it was his home in this world of mortal beings.

The newly built wooden house next door was not there when it came last year, and there is only one window left unfinished, and the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" hammers can be heard from inside the half-closed door from time to time, presumably the owner of the house is repairing it.

Most of the people who live here want to cultivate a clean environment, so even if they are neighbors, there is no need to meet each other. Wang Bingchuan thought so, and when he walked to his door, there was the sound of a wooden door turning from the next room. Wang Bingchuan, through his peripheral vision, Noticed that his new neighbor seemed to stand still and stare at him.

The other party's gaze was so hot that Wang Bingchuan had to turn around. When his eyes met, the key in his hand fell to the ground, his heart was suddenly squeezed tightly, and he jumped violently.

Maybe he wasn't pious enough, the gods didn't hear his prayer, not only the prayer didn't come true, Xie Chang'an appeared in front of him so unexpectedly, there was no way to avoid it.

"Bingchuan." The already low voice was a little hoarse because of the isolation from the world, and he hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, with a clearly discernible tremor.

Wang Bingchuan looked at Xie Changan, as if in a lifetime, his wheat-colored skin was tanned, and there were wounds of various sizes on his hands, some of which had scabbed over, while others were showing dull red, his eyes were empty but full of stared at him greedily.

Wang Bingchuan's chest was tight: "You." He wanted to ask Xie Changan why he was here.

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Chang'an had already pressed on him and pushed him into his arms.

Wang Bingchuan wanted to push him away, but Xie Changan clenched his wrist tightly, but his tone softened: "Let me hug you for a while, just for a while, I used to see you often, but when I want to get close, I can't find you anymore. arrive."

Wang Bingchuan was hit by something suddenly, his strength was relieved, and his hands slowly slid down, hanging on the sides of the jacket.

Watching his actions, Wang Bingchuan thought sadly: I am really useless.

Pieces of snow fell down and sprinkled on the shoulders and hair of the two of them, as if they could easily whiten their heads.

"That's enough." Wang Bingchuan's voice could not hear any waves, but it carried the same indifference as this vast snowy area.

Xie Changan shook his head and nodded again, and finally let go of him.

Wang Bingchuan picked up the key, opened and closed the door in one go, but when he leaned his back against the wooden door, his heart was full of bitterness.Why can't he be offended, why can't he hide, the person he once wanted to be close to is now afraid of avoiding him.

It was getting late, and he missed the last bus down the mountain.Even if you want to escape again, you can only wait until tomorrow morning.

There is a door, separated by two people, there is no words inside and outside the door, only the mountain wind whizzes past with the snow wrapped in it.

Wang Bingchuan was as weak as he was. He slid down from the door and sat on the ground, curled up in a small corner with his arms folded.

Outside the house, the wind was getting stronger and the snow was getting heavier. In the quiet house, Wang Bingchuan could only hear his heavy breathing, accompanied by a splitting headache, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

Immediately afterwards, the surroundings began to spin, and the vision went dark, and I lost consciousness.

Standing in the wind and snow, Xie Chang'an wanted to reach out to knock on the door several times, but withdrew his hand when he was about to touch the door.

He couldn't accurately describe the complex feelings in his heart when he saw Wang Bingchuan again. It was the ecstasy of getting his wish, the satisfaction of being comforted by the continuous lovesickness day and night, and the futility of not being able to resist approaching knowing that there was no possibility.

I am a selfish person, I don't know how to cherish when I get it, and I want to get it back when I lose it. Wang Bingchuan doesn't want him anymore, doesn't want to see him, and doesn't want to go with him.He knew, he knew everything, so he chose to leave by himself and came to this isolated snowy area, but when he saw that the neighbor outside the door was Wang Bingchuan who had been thinking about him day and night, all the entanglement of souls and dreams, all The midnight dream came back in an instant, asking him how to restrain himself.

Hearing a "boom" sound from inside the house, Xie Changan quickly stepped back as he was about to leave: "Bingchuan, Bingchuan, what's wrong with you, I didn't know you would come here, it doesn't matter if you don't want to see me, as long as you Say it and I'll leave right away."

No one at the door responded to him.

Xie Changan slammed on the wooden door, but there was still no movement.

Surrounded by fear, several bad thoughts flooded Xie Changan's mind.

The door was blocked by the wooden bolt inside, Ren Xie Changan shook the door and rattled, but there was no way to open it.

Going around to the window, through the gap in the window coffin, I saw Wang Bingchuan who was curled up on the ground, his eyes were loose, and he was panting unconsciously.

"Bingchuan..."

One hand trembled involuntarily, and Xie Changan grabbed it with the other. At this time, he couldn't be distracted. Wang Bingchuan's symptoms looked like acute altitude sickness.

This kind of disease can be big or small. If it is mild, it can be cured without medicine after it is lowered to the ground; if it is severe, it is life-threatening.

"Bingchuan, wait for me." Xie Changan tried his best to stabilize his mind, ran up to the edge of the window sill, broke the window with his strength, and rolled into the room with the wooden rafters, without any time to care about the scratches on his body.

He quickly got up and ran to Wang Bingchuan, put his legs on Wang Bingchuan's neck, and let him lie flat on the ground.

Considering that Wang Bingchuan’s character would not come to an altitude of 4000 meters without making any preparations, Xie Changan focused on the mountaineering bag he was carrying and rummaged inside, but found no oxygen breathing equipment.

I had no choice but to take out the oral glucose solution and carefully feed him a little bit. After feeding, I hugged him up again.

The staff in the pharmacy initially diagnosed Wang Bingchuan as acute high altitude pulmonary edema, requiring oxygen inhalation and sent him to the nearest hospital for treatment as soon as possible.

Oxygen bags can be provided by pharmacies, but at this time, there are no vehicles leading to the hospital, and after a snow cover, the off-road vehicles that can be contacted for rental have also stopped renting out.

Wang Bingchuan was cleared several times during Xie Changan's call, his consciousness was ups and downs, but he heard their conversation clearly and knew that his situation was not optimistic.

It is not the first time he has come to Larung Valley, but it is the first time that he has such intense altitude sickness.He thought rather heartlessly, probably, he really owed Xie Changan in his previous life.I also thought that if I slept here forever and never woke up, I would settle all the grievances and grievances, and fulfill the idea that there will be no intersection.

Seeing him laughing for no reason, Xie Changan felt even more frightened. He hugged him tightly as if wanting to melt into his flesh and blood. Looking at the vast snow-capped mountains, he swore: "I will accompany you whether it is life or death."

Carrying Wang Bingchuan up the mountain, this is the shortest way to the hospital. Don't be afraid of getting lost in the dark, because there is only one steep passage, and at the end of the road is Wang Bingchuan's hope of survival.

The already rugged mountain road was covered by snow and formed a thin layer of ice. Every step had to be careful, the light from the flashlight could only illuminate the eyes, and with the weight of another person on his back, Xie Changan struggled and stumbled .

I can't remember how many times I fell down, but Xie Changan just instinctively protected Wang Bingchuan to ensure that he would not get hurt, gritted his teeth and got up and continued to walk forward.

There was the smell of rust and blood in the air. Wang Bingchuan opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing the wound on Xie Changan's face, he raised his hand involuntarily. The grievances in the past disappeared indifferently all day long, and he shouted with all his strength: "What are these now, why couldn't you treat me better earlier?"

Xie Changan paused: "I'm sorry."

In the third year after Wang Bingchuan left him, Xie Changan began to face up to this relationship: the love for Wang Bingchuan was real, but no matter what the reason was, the harm to him was also real.

Apart from "I'm sorry", Xie Changan didn't know what else to say.

Even at the beginning after awakening, Xie Changan only asked for Wang Bingchuan to stay by his side, instead of getting his forgiveness or understanding. Contradicting himself, pestering him while humiliating himself.

This situation lasted until he died, because the depression became more and more serious, after taking sleeping pills and being rescued, Xie Changan suddenly wanted to let Wang Bingchuan go, so he came here alone, built his own hut, and waited for the next time sickness.

He thought he would leave without anyone knowing, but Wang Bingchuan came to him after going around.

Seeing that Wang Bingchuan was about to fall into a coma again, Xie Changan tried to communicate with him: "The parrot you gave me, I found a companion for it, now a family of seven, four generations live together, chattering endlessly, and from time to time there are two As long as the performance field is oboe, I will hand it over to Zhuang Ruoruo to take care of it, and you can go see them after you recover."

"The people who despised you at the birthday party at that time, I have never had any contact with them since then." Having said this, Xie Chang'an's voice sank. When it comes to hurting Wang Bingchuan, he actually wanted to sever ties the most. People are themselves.

"I have bipolar disorder, and it was not my intention to hurt you before."

At the same time as he said these words, the frozen ground under his feet suddenly loosened. Before he could react any more, he used his body to protect Wang Bingchuan, and fell straight down holding him.

The nasal cavity was filled with the smell of blood. Before losing consciousness, Xie Changan heard Wang Bingchuan's weak voice saying: "If we can survive, we will start from scratch."

After being dazed for a while, Xie Chang'an smiled contentedly, and responded in his heart: "Okay."

The next day, when the sky was only dimly lit, amidst the twirling mantra, the search and rescue team found two people who were still tightly hugging each other at the foot of the mountain.

"Here, still breathing, get ready for the stretcher..."

After a while, there were only footprints left on the snow, and the ambulance roared past on the winding mountain road.

Although the colorful prayer flags are floating heavily in the snow, the dark clouds have gradually drifted away and drifted into the distance. The sun's light has crossed the breathtaking blue sky and sprinkled on the continuous horizon. , it seems that everything can be restarted.

The author has something to say: Note: The medical treatment in Larong Valley is relatively complete now, especially the treatment of altitude sickness for tourists.

This is just for the plot, for the plot.