Baima Weiyang

I leaned against the square table, slowly kneading my calves with one hand, and flipped through the "Analects" on the table with the other.Although I read it in modern times, this traditional vertical version is really a bit unfamiliar.I can only use my memory to correspond to those complicated traditional characters, and the vision in the room is dim, which makes my eyes dazzled.I got up and drank a bowl of milk tea at the table, then walked to the window and looked out.The sky is very high and far away, blue, with a few strands of white clouds passing by occasionally.

"Mom..." Suddenly a gentle voice came over.

I pushed the window completely open, looked curiously into the next door, and met a pair of eyes that were clearer than the blue sky.The owner of those eyes gave me a gentle smile, his eyes were shining, and there were faint tears.I smiled back and nodded, and saw a middle-aged woman in a blue Tibetan robe next to her hugging her, "Maggie Ami, my daughter, you must be well."

"Grandma, I understand. Don't worry." She fought back her tears, her face turning pale.

"Ajiala. You can rest assured, we will take good care of Maggie Ami." Zeren Ram, who was wearing a red cassock, clasped his hands together and bowed to the middle-aged woman.

I am very happy to see her face. Could it be that Maggie Ami is going to become a monk?

I opened my body, trying to see clearly, but Zeren Lamu led them directly to the stone steps, apparently going to the Buddhist hall.Back to the room bored, I continued to compete with the "Analects" on the square wooden table.

After studying for a while, I only felt that my neck was sore, so I had to turn it back and forth a few times.While doing neck exercises, I heard the sound of chanting scriptures from the nunnery outside the window. Although it is not as strong as the morning prayers of the lamas in Drepung Monastery, it can still calm people down.It's time for evening class now.

"Keng Keng—" There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said casually.With a soft sound, the door was gently pushed open. I raised my eyes, and what I saw was Maggie Ami's beautiful and soft face.Seeing that I was twisting my neck in a strange posture, she couldn't help being taken aback.I shook my head and said with some embarrassment, "Come in."

"En." She nodded with a smile, and walked in with small steps.

I looked her up and down. She had an apricot face and peach cheeks, and a face like Otten's. Her complexion was very fair and ivory.Such a complexion is rare in Tibet. Although my skin is also very fair, she is much more beautiful than me.Probably because of that unique temperament.Alas, I secretly sighed.

"Ajiala?" Seeing me in a daze, she couldn't help asking with a little hesitation.I came back to my senses immediately, and saw that she hadn't shaved her hair, nor was she wearing cassock, so I was a little surprised and said, "You..."

"What's wrong?" She looked at me, her dark eyes flickering.I couldn't help wondering, "What are you doing in this nunnery?" Maggie Ami smiled and said, "I'm here to lead a practice."

"Oh. That's it." I nodded, "I'm here to recuperate." As soon as the words fell, Maggie Ami's tone became cautious, "Ajiala is healthy?"

"I was seriously ill a few days ago, but I'm much better now."

"That's good." She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I still don't know how to call Ajiala?"

"My name is Dawa Dolma, you can just call me Dolma."

"Dolma?" She called out tentatively.

"En." I was a little happy.

"How long will Zhuoma stay in the nunnery?"

This stopped me from asking. Although Tashi Pingcuo said that he would pick me up in three months, if the Mongolian came to force the marriage again, I would have to continue living in foster care.When it will be taken away is a big question.

"I don't know, I should still cultivate for a long time." I said with a smile.

"That's good." Maggie Ami nodded, and suddenly thought of something, "Dolma, it's getting late. I have to go back to my room to chant sutras, so don't bother me." She blinked, clasped her hands together and looked at me salute.I followed to the door and watched her go back.She was dressed in a water-blue Tibetan robe, and she looked very graceful even from the back.

I stared blankly, and she suddenly turned around, "Dolma, I'm going to stay here for a month, can I come to see you often in the future?" I nodded, "Of course."

"En." She smiled happily and waved to me again.

I looked up at the sky, and the air in Lhasa was very thin, full of stars, and even the night sky was blue.I have never seen such a clean day.The mountains in the distance are also reflected in a dark blue by the sky, and the shadows of the mountains are layered and continuous.The temples and cottages were all lit up, and the fire yellow light was particularly eye-catching.This is really a place to purify the soul.

It seems that just looking at it like this makes the heart become more pious.Some people say that Lhasa is the closest place to the sky. I am afraid that only those who have been here will truly understand the meaning of this sentence.For Lhasa, I no longer have the fear I had when I first came here.This holy city has made me gradually fall in love with her.