[Brother War] On the heroine's self-cultivation

Ren Mukai is a photographer, if you want to explain in more detail, he is a landscape photographer.

Only shoot natural scenery, not people.

This is very difficult in this circle, because before you become a photographer, you are still a human being, and you have to support yourself as a human being, and you have to flatter yourself if you want to support yourself—this is actually the same in any circle.

However, Ren Mukai is lucky. He is the second generation rich and the youngest son, so he can eat and wear whatever he wants. He can take pictures anywhere in the world. No one will force him to do something he doesn't like to do.

The only regret is that his work has not won an award so far - of course he refers to the Pulitzer Prize for Art.

In fact, at his age, making such complaints is a luxury.

He didn't go out much in the past six months because his grandfather was sick. Anyway, being so doted on by everyone, even if he is a wayward person, he still has to repay his filial piety.

Recently, Grandpa's health seems to be improving. After being trapped for a long time, he finally couldn't help but picked up the camera and slipped away. The destination was determined by shooting a dart on the turntable.

It is Tibet.

The plane from Japan to Tibet had to go through a transfer. He got off the plane at Chengdu Airport and rested in the lounge. The [-]-hour journey made him a little tired, so that after he came out of the bathroom, he found that he had lost his ticket.

This is really an embarrassing thing, especially if it happens in a foreign country with a language barrier.He can speak the languages ​​of several European countries, but he can't speak Chinese, so he can only hope that English can save him...

Looks like it can't be saved.

He picked up a beautiful girl in uniform and talked and gestured for a long time, but the confusion in the girl's eyes became more and more intense, and she could only repeat "Pardon" like a repeater. Finally, he decided to take out his notebook and draw it.

Just when his pen drew a box to represent the ticket, a girl in a beige windbreaker walked by and said something to the staff member.

The girl turned her head to look at him, "She said she would broadcast a notification to help you find it, and if she finds it, she will notify you."

Thanks to the ancients for inventing the phrase "meet an old friend in a foreign land"!

Ren Mukai thanked the girl repeatedly, but the girl just smiled, turned around and left.He stared at the slender figure for a while, and suddenly came up with a question: Is she Chinese or Japanese?

The staff brought the ticket back for him before the boarding time, and he hurriedly dragged his suitcase on the plane, and when he was looking for a seat with the ticket, he suddenly found the girl who helped him just now, and he couldn't help being surprised: "It's you? "

She looked up, but she didn't look surprised, "Hello."

Shouldn't it be a coincidence at this time?When he was standing still and thinking about how to continue the topic, the people waiting behind had already started urging impatiently, so he could only continue to walk back and sit down in his place.

He was not sitting in the same row as her, so he could see a small part of her profile sideways. Fortunately, her long hair was tied into a ponytail, otherwise he would only be able to see the backs of her heads.

She is very young, she seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she has a very calm demeanor. When she looks at you, she has a kind of clear calmness.At this time, she sat quietly on the seat, neither looking out the window nor taking out the magazine behind the seat to read, the whole person seemed to be asleep.

That being said, he was also a little sleepy.Ren Mukai yawned, covered himself with a blanket and fell asleep.

Ten hours later, the plane arrived at Lhasa Airport, and he felt a little unwell as soon as he got off the plane. Although he had made preparations in advance, altitude sickness was still inevitable.However, the beautiful scenery and exotic style made him quickly ignore this discomfort, put his luggage in the hotel he had booked in advance, and started walking around with his camera.

The Potala Palace is a must. To visit the Potala Palace, you must make an appointment in advance. This is a situation that he rarely encounters when he travels around the world, but it is understandable considering the population of China.In his impression, this is a country where everything needs to be restricted in order to develop—by the way, the origin of this impression comes from the grain purchase certificate decades ago.

Unlike ordinary tourists, he sees very slowly, and the scenery he sees always has to be designed and composed in his mind, thinking about what focal length and lens can be used to show what effect.

It's a pity that there are too many people, and it is always difficult for him to take pictures of what he wants.

Just as he was wandering around alone, he caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar figure in a beige windbreaker, long hair and black ponytail. It was the girl on the plane.

He hurried over to say hello.There is no way, the Japanese have a habit in their bones, if they don't try their best to thank them for help, they always feel that they owe them too much.

Just two steps forward, the man in the crowd turned a corner and disappeared.

It seems that there is really no fate... Ren Mukai, who was actually looking for someone to talk to, touched her nose resentfully.

The one-hour limited time passed quickly, feeling that he hadn't seen anything, he had no choice but to go down the mountain, took a few scribbled photos to show that he had been there, and started wandering aimlessly along the street.

After the sun set, the temperature dropped suddenly, and he was still terribly cold even though he was wearing a coat. He rushed back to the hotel and changed into a jacket, and then came out with a camera, determined to fight against the wind.

...Finally, I was blown into a roadside bar by the wind and ordered a bottle of wine to warm up.There were not many people in the bar, and the light was dim. On the stage, there was an old man holding a guitar and humming a song that didn’t make much sense even though he didn’t understand it. The guests below didn’t look at him. .

Suddenly, he saw her again.

Ren Mukai couldn't help laughing.Hey, who said they had nothing to do with each other.

She was sitting alone in the corner near the door, and the light couldn't reach her face at all. If it wasn't for the windbreaker and the high ponytail, he wouldn't have been able to recognize her.

He walked over with the bottle in his hand, "Hi, do you remember me?" This kind of opening line seemed quite vulgar.

She paused for a while before raising her head, her eyes were a little confused, but it wasn't because of him, but because she hadn't gotten out of her own thoughts, she finally fixed her eyes on him after a while.

"Oh, it's you. Hello." She smiled.

Ren Mukai, who is also Japanese, can easily tell that this is a purely perfunctory smile, not distracted at all.

He also habitually expressed his gratitude again, and she nodded more perfunctorily.

At this time, the woman who seemed to be the proprietress couldn't bear the lack of life in the store, so she jumped onto the stage and drove the old man off, preparing to sing by herself.He hesitated for a moment, but took the opportunity to sit next to her.

The accompaniment began to sound, and the strange melody had an indescribable taste, ethereal and empty, exciting but clear, a special meaning that he had never felt before.

The proprietress began to sing, her voice wasn't very pleasant, and she didn't have much skill, and he couldn't understand what the lyrics were talking about, but the tune and rhythm were very comfortable, even if he couldn't understand it, he thought it sounded nice and artistic.He couldn't help but think, this is the charm of music.

Turning her head inadvertently, she found that she was staring blankly at the woman on the stage, or not, it should be said that she was staring in that direction blankly, with tears streaming down her face.

He was stunned, and it took a long time before he carefully took out a tissue and handed it over, "Are you okay?"

She took the tissue to wipe her tears, but wiped more and more. Although she was still dumbfounded, her voice was choked, "It's okay, a little..."

Breaking down in tears, she stood up abruptly and rushed out of the shop.The chair fell to the ground and made a loud noise, and everyone in the store was attracted to him. Seeing such stares, Ren Xiangjing couldn't help but get up and leave.

After going out, she was found sitting on the steps, hugging her legs and rubbing her knees against her face.

Amused by her way of wiping his tears, he also squatted down, trying to comfort the girl he just met today, "Stop crying, if you keep crying, people will think I'm bullying you. Tell me something, Anyway, how old are you, I can help you solve it."

Saying so, he thought disapprovingly that it must be because of emotional problems.A girl of this age who runs to this kind of place alone, and cries like this because of a song, most likely just broke up.Feeling that he has a lot of experience, he made this conclusion.

She looked up, no tears on her face, her eyes were still red and swollen.She took a few deep breaths to calm down, and tried her best to smile, "It's okay, don't worry."

"Well, that's good." He was completely unfamiliar, and he didn't know what to say.

She stood up, patted the ashes on her body, and was about to leave. He still asked a question with some anxiety—after a long, long time, he thought about what would happen if he didn't ask this question at this time .Will you regret it, or be happy?Of course, this kind of hypothetical question is meaningless, because he did ask it.

"Where are you going?"

She turned around, looked around the street in a daze, then turned to the far distance, and stopped.

"I'm going to Mount Everest."

"Huh?" He doubted his ears a little.

She repeated slowly but firmly, "I'm going to Mount Everest in the Himalayas."

"That's how it goes?"

"Ah."

He couldn't help laughing, as if he had heard a very funny joke, "Okay, I'll go with you too."

He regretted it two hours later.

He didn't know where he was now, it felt like he had left Lhasa city and was walking on a long road.In the distance is a dark mountain, and at the foot is a white road illuminated by the moon, like a dark road leading to the other world.

She actually came for real?Originally thinking that it was just a child's anger, he updated his understanding of female creatures. In the future, he must never take women's words lightly. No one knows when they will explode and what kind of action they will take.

He thought that it was lucky that he carried the most valuable card and the most important camera on him, and hoped that the girl would turn around sooner, otherwise the hotel might confiscate his suitcase.

Glancing to the side, she found that she had her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, and she wore flat boots under her jeans. Her back was straight, making her look thinner and thinner.Even though he was wearing a jacket, he felt the wind was blowing cold, but she didn't even shake, as if she didn't feel cold.

Fortunately, she didn't bring over the habit of Japanese girls wearing short skirts and bare legs even in snowy weather, otherwise the clothes could be taken off for her to wear, but the pants would not work.He thought bitterly.

She raised her head and looked straight ahead.He clearly knew that there was nothing ahead, but he felt as if he saw something in her eyes, which was as firm as an unmovable rock.

What a strange girl.

The sky gradually began to light up, and in order to pass the boredom, he tried to communicate.

"What's your name?"

She was silent.

"Are you here for a tour?"

She was silent.

"You should be in college at this age."

She finally said "hmm".

She answered some of the questions he asked later, while others remained silent. He also gradually understood that she didn't like to answer questions about the origin and purpose. Japanese in the past.

He also finally remembered the previous question, "By the way, you are Japanese, and your accent is very authentic. Did you learn Chinese?"

She was silent again.

Huh?Don't even want to answer this question?Ren Mukai felt that every time he thought he knew a little about this girl, there would be something more incomprehensible.

Almost like a Nobis ring.Exhausted from walking, he began to consider whether to go back now.

At this time, she stopped suddenly.

Have you finally given up?He suddenly jumped for joy.

But she stretched out her hand and started to stop the car.Within 2 minutes, a car braked to a stop in front of them. The driver who was obviously Tibetan stuck his head out to ask a question. He spoke a local dialect that he could not understand.She spoke softly and in another tone, and the driver followed suit, but he still couldn't understand.

After an exchange that excluded him, she got into the car through the open door.

He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth like a ghost, and followed him up.

As the car drove, Mukai Ren subconsciously felt that this would be an unforgettable journey in his life.

The author has something to say: This is a novel written by Guang, please don't think that you have time-traveled.

The inspiration for this novel comes from a story I read at some time before, but I can’t remember it clearly, so I adapted it according to my own ideas.