Ann and Zen

Walking forward, Song Zian, who had no worries, felt more at ease.

The door of a Tibetan house was opened, and the old lady in the yard smiled kindly at the quiet young man, and the expression on Song Zian's face became brighter and brighter.

"It seems that this trip is not so bad." Song Zian's footsteps became more and more brisk.

There is a small Lama Temple at the entrance of the alley.The sound of scriptures came from the temple.This is a common scene in the eyes of Tibetans, but it is very new to Song Zian.

Song Zian wandered into the courtyard, and the monks in the temple smiled warmly at him.Few foreign tourists come to the temple, after all, it is very remote.They greeted Song Zian warmly.Because of the language barrier, Song Zian couldn't communicate well with them, and could barely understand a few words of blessing.The monks didn't force it, and they forced to say a few words without understanding each other's meaning, and then signaled Song Zian to visit the temple by himself.

Song Zian worshiped under the Buddha statue devoutly, and then visited the temple.The age of the temple is estimated to be a long time ago, and the paint has peeled off from the vermilion pillars, exposing the logs.The scriptures from a long time ago were preserved in the temple. Although he couldn't read them, Song Zian could still feel some kind of powerful force between the characters.

Before leaving, the monks warmly greeted each other and gave Song Zian a pure white hada.The hada was specially taken out from the box kept in the temple by the monks. They liked this quiet young man with a clean smile very much, so they used the oldest hada in this temple as a gift in return.Song Zian was very happy, he retreated from the temple satisfied.

Song Zian left Tibet a few days later, and there was still a mess in Beijing waiting for him to clean up.Although he has promised to distribute all the shares to his uncles and aunts, there are still some important documents to be signed.Thinking of this, Song Zian's mood that had just been relaxed became irritable again.The hada hanging around his neck reminded him that the memory of a few hours in Tibet is not false, what should come will always come, and what should go will eventually go.

So Song Zian relaxed again.It took several hours to fly back to Beijing from Tibet. After relaxing, Song Zian fell into a dream.In a daze, he heard a small quarrel.When I opened my eyes, it turned out that the stewardess accidentally spilled juice on a gentleman's suit.

Sometimes a man who cares about every detail is really not a gentleman. Song Zian tried to persuade him a few words, but he didn't expect this gentleman to have a powerful lady as his assistant.Once a woman talks too much, the best weapon in the world is useless.During the quarrel, an unknown person's brooch fell and just stabbed Song Zian.A few drops of blood flowed down instantly.When the quarrelsome people saw the bleeding, they immediately died down.The stewardess immediately brought paper to stop the bleeding, but the Hada was inevitably covered with blood.

The bright red color was so obvious on the pure white Hada, Song Zian frowned in annoyance.But he saw that several quarrelsome people had died down, so he didn't say anything more.After being quiet, Song Zian fell asleep again.

Song Zian in his sleep seemed to hear a distant singing sound, just like what he heard in a Tibetan temple, he followed the sound and walked out from the misty white mist until he came to a piece of land.The land is not very big, only about one mu of land. The land is full of vegetables, and there are some fruit trees and flowers on the ground.

For some reason, Song Zian has an intimacy with this land, as if he is naturally familiar with them.As for why, he couldn't say why he came here.

"Sir, sir, wake up, Beijing is here, it's time for you to get off the plane," the stewardess gently called Song Zian who was sleeping.The scene in his sleep seemed so real, but he didn't care to think about it carefully, so he packed his luggage hastily and got off the plane.