Baima Weiyang

Is this still the bustling alley half a month ago?

The small vendors who usually shout louder and louder have disappeared completely, and the shops lined up on both sides are also closed at this time.The only thing that remains the same is that the streets are still smoky.It seemed to be wrapped in a layer of white gauze, and I couldn't see it clearly. After walking a few steps, I tripped under my feet.Looking down, it turned out to be a half-burned pine branch.

Looking along, there are some tsampa scattered on the ground that have been trampled to pieces.The cypress sticks that are still emitting sparks, and the dirty colored prayer flags are lying here and there, and the sticky wine is spilled everywhere.

I froze and turned my gaze to the center of the street.But he saw that the mulberry simmering stove with strong colors was pushed down to the ground, and the broken mani arrow shaft was inserted horizontally into the mouth of the stove that was still emitting smoke.

The air is no longer the smell of ghee with the fragrance of milk, but the faint mulberry smoke can't cover up the disgusting stench.Walking to Gesang Tavern, where business was thriving in the past, the door of the shop was also tightly closed.Only the signboard flag above the head is still fluttering in the wind, blowing the depression all over the street.

If this is the hardship of the people, I can still endure it with a stiff body.But dragging his steady pace, he turned a corner, and what came into view was Shura Hell!

In the messy corner, several Tibetans were lying and sitting overlapping each other.Her braids were disheveled, her robes were in tatters, and her bare arms were covered with pustules.The dark face was covered with broken skin, and the face was so blurred that it was impossible to distinguish between men and women.

Desperately kicking the gravel under his feet, there was a crisp "click".

Suddenly, a pair of gray eyes slowly focused on me.But just for a moment, the gloomy eyes turned away again.A few strands of painful eczema escaped from the corner of the festered mouth, and the dark yellow pus flowed down the rough skin onto the pitted stone floor.

A rotten and rotten smell pierced into the tip of my nose, and I immediately covered my mouth with my backhand.The acidic water in his stomach stirred violently, and he leaned against the dusty wall so as not to fall.I took two steps back to the side before I dared to let go of my mouth and nose to inhale air.Slowly adjusting his breathing, the nausea in his throat eased a bit.

Looking into the distance, there are several lamas who are helping on the street, and more are the Mongolian soldiers who keep carrying away the dead.Looking around, I found that except for the Tibetans lying on the ground or shaking against the wall, the rest of the people covered their faces with thick white cloths, only showing a pair of indifferent eyes, as if what they were doing at the moment had nothing to do with them. The word life has nothing to do with it.

How many people died to make them so insensitive... and how many more people will die...

I closed my eyes, my face was hot and humid.I want to see it wholeheartedly, but now that I see this scene, what can I do?

All this is because of me, what face do I have to face them.I was safe and well protected in Ganden Phodrang, while these innocent Tibetans were bearing the guilt for me.

Is there really condemnation in the world?

I have no idea.All I know is that during the dry season, Lhasa experienced a torrential rain that was rare in a century, and in late autumn, a plague that devastated the lives of the people occurred.

Are these enough to crush my beliefs?

I stared, crying and laughing, until everything in front of me was so blurred that I could no longer see clearly.

Until a hand firmly grasped my zomba shoes.

"Help...help, help me..."

The sound of breaking came from below.My eyes flickered, tears fell down, but my vision suddenly became clear.It was a half-rotten palm, the black flesh and blood were turned out, and the index finger was worn down to the point where half of the phalanx was exposed.With every movement of the palm, the thick fishy liquid sticky and wet on my water-blue shoe upper, with overlapping marks.

Looking along the pus-covered arm, there was a slightly upturned face.He looked at me weakly, with hope and despair mixed in his eyes.Only then did I see clearly that he was not tall enough, he was actually a child!

I squatted down and wanted to help him...

"It's you!" Suddenly a sharp voice passed through my eardrums.

I paused with my outstretched hand, and I looked up, only to see an old woman staring at me with a distorted expression.After she said this, everyone turned their heads and looked at me.

"Don't touch my son!" She opened her arms wide, and rushed over in two or three steps, trying to protect the child lying on the ground, but her body fell to the ground without strength.Seeing that I wanted to help, she took two steps back like a tiger, "You witch, go away!"

I was taken aback, looking at her cold and stern face, my mind went blank.

"It's all because of you! It's all you! It's you who brought the scourge to us, you witch! I don't need your hypocrisy! Get the hell out of here!" She stared at me ferociously, with the veins on her forehead bulging, After a call, he raised his voice and drank it, and he was already panting heavily after speaking.

The surroundings froze, and after the silence, there was the noise of an explosion.

"is her?!"

"Is she the witch who seduced the master?"

"She caused us to be like this?!"

"Let her go! Let her go!!"

One after another scolding sounds came, perhaps the anger was so extreme that even the dying person who was lying on the side struggled to prop up his body.Those hateful gazes shot at me like bullets, as if they could goug out the flesh from my body and make me bleed.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I fell to the ground with a trembling voice, and the angry faces boiled in my eyes.This is what I should suffer, but apart from apologizing, I don't know what to do.Listening to the more and more angry curses in my ears, I just felt that my heart was completely hollowed out.

"Give us back the guru!"

"Why should we suffer from disasters, but you are intact?!"

"You ominous witch, get us out of Tibet!!"

I bowed my head and listened to the cursing, but my head was dizzy.I clenched my fists tightly, my nails dug into the flesh, and the pain came from time to time, which gave me the courage to face all this alone.Cangyang Gyatso's handsome face flashed in my heart, I really didn't know before that he blocked so many.With a low wry smile, perhaps only by bearing silently, the heart will not be so painful.

Suddenly my vision dimmed, and before I could react, a pair of scarred hands grabbed my throat fiercely.

"Uh..." I instinctively wanted to scream, but my voice was stuck in my throat.I felt that the blood in my whole body rushed to my neck, and my heart hurt so much that it seemed that it would stop beating in the next second.I held the arm with bulging veins in front of me with my backhand, and my eyes moved up, and what caught my eyes was the furious eyebrows and eyes of a man.

"Anyway, I won't live long...you can go with me, Tibet will be peaceful without you! The Living Buddha can come back..." He held my throat tightly, with sword eyebrows on his face Angrily, his voice trembled slightly due to excessive force.

The distorted face in my vision gradually blurred, and I only felt that the limbs that had been bouncing before were gradually losing strength.The breathing under the nose became weaker and weaker, as if all the remaining air in the lungs had been sucked out.

The surrounding sounds entered the eardrums, but were instantly annihilated.There is still consciousness in the brain, but I can't think.Feeling two lines of cold tears slide down my cheeks, I almost closed my eyes in despair...