Namco's soul

Gonpo stood in front of the steps in a black suit.

This is the second time Kampot wears a suit and is here.

The last time was ten years ago.

The affiliated hospital of Tibet University is still like a plastic box, empty and lifeless.The windows of the ward are equipped with transparent anti-theft windows, and there is a smell of disinfectant alcohol in the air. There are two beautifully dressed female university volunteers, holding the list and jokingly coming, and sneaking a few glances at Kampot as they pass by .

Gonpo took a breath, as if he had finally gathered enough strength, he raised his feet and continued to walk up.

six hours ago.

The hand holding the pen trembled violently, marking a glaring ink drop on the white paper written in Tibetan.

"Dele Aku, why did they enter that abandoned mine area? Didn't they ask someone to lead the way?" Gongbu was expressionless, only his heart was beating violently to his throat, causing his eyelids to tremble slightly.

"Yeah, but one of them, the gringo, decided to change the route and try to cross the snowy area directly, and then got into an argument. That Tsering boy was also very violent, so he let it go, and then when he went back to find them..."

At that moment, many people flashed through Kampot's mind, including Apa, Aji, Nanka, and Grandpa Lama.

It was on that snow-capped mountain that Gonpo spent his longest and most lonely childhood. In his memory, there was a teacher hired by his grandpa Lama who taught himself various courses and Chinese in the side yard of the temple every day. The grandpa lama with the long pointer forced himself to recognize the deeper Tibetan language, to understand the thick books, to understand tax rates and harvests.Every night when Gonpo thought of his Apa Aji, only Grandpa Lama would come to his room with hot cakes and tea, light a lamp and watch him finish eating in silence.

-"You will grow up slowly, and when you grow up, your shoulders will be broad, and no one will leave you, because your strength is enough to protect everyone and make them feel happy and healthy."

one day ago.

"Morning, Gongbula, it's so early to go to the mountain!"

On the side of the road is A Nei, who is very familiar with Kampot, wearing a deep red Tibetan robe, with a healthy plateau red face, and a bright and warm smile, like a newborn sun.Gonpo suddenly thought of a song.

"Morning, Ah Nei. I'm going to see Grandpa Lama today."

"Ah, that's just right. I have some fresh fruits and vegetables here. You can bring some to him for me."

"Ok."

The higher you go, the colder and thinner the air is, and in the snow-covered winter environment, a person's mentality will be calmer.Every time this section of the road is taken, it is a spiritual washing for Kampot.

When Kampot reached the top of the mountain, the red-clothed monks in the temple were still in their morning classes, and their voices of reciting scriptures were as low as evening drums and morning bells.

Gonpo worked in the side hall for a long time, and he didn't see Grandpa Lama until the morning class was over.

"grandfather."

"Why come here when you are free?" The old lama showed a faint smile on his face.

"Come and see you." Gonpo also smiled.

"But what's bothering you?" Grandpa Lama never tired of it.

"There are indeed, but the main thing is to help you do something." Gonpo said frankly.

"Yeah, let's talk about it first, if possible, I can give pointers."

"...Well, Grandpa, do you know the new Mr. Zhao?"

"That businessman is probably an easterner who is looking for money outside of himself." Grandpa Lama has always been quite critical of these outsiders.

"It's nothing, it's just that he often reminds me of my Aji and Apa." Gonpo touched his wrist.

"...Then if he treats you well, you should also treat him sincerely. Your Aji is a very virtuous woman."

"If someone can make you happy, it's good to relax yourself a little bit."

"Yeah." Gonpo smiled.

"But speaking of it, you are also 19, do you have a sweetheart?" Grandpa Lama asked this calmly, not like a reclusive monk at all.Gonpo, who was asked, was very embarrassed.

"Which girl is it?"

"No." Gongbu thought of Mr. Zhao's generous and warm palms when he smiled at him. "I don't know if I like him, but he seems to like me. I haven't given him a positive answer." Gongbu felt deeply that he had delayed him.

"..." Grandpa Lama knew very well that his little grandson was very simple and very lovable.

"It's not your problem. True emotions can be accepted and waited for. I think of your Apa back then..."

"You just need an opportunity." Grandpa Lama clasped his hands together. "Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it."

Gonpo blinked.

--Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.

Affiliated Hospital of Tibet University.

The sunset light scattered on the hospital bed in the way of retroreflection.

The pomelo red color is magnificent and deep, coating the face that is no longer handsome due to weakness with a faint crimson color.

The man's eyelids trembled and then opened, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

After Zhao Zihao opened his eyes, he thought for a moment that he had returned to Guangzhou, back to those nine-to-five life of drinking and drinking.

But when he turned his head, what he saw were the old, whitish blue curtains that had been washed, the clean and new windows, and the standing silent figure carved by the sunlight standing by the windows.

"I think I like you a lot more than I thought. I thought about it for a long time in the heavy snow, and I just figured this out."

"Though I have nothing for you but nothing worth nothing to you... oh, and my mother's ring."

Zhao Zihao said to the back, smiling as usual, his pale lips parted.

"Then if I accept it, what will you do?"

Gonpo didn't turn around, his voice was low and calm.Like the voice of reciting Sanskrit that Zhao Zihao heard every night, the ancient well has no waves but is far away.

Zhao Zihao was stunned for a moment.

"Marry you or marry you."