that bastard i love

The first time Zhang Min saw Wen Gulin was on the bus of the tourist group.

At that time, he had just taken over the company in Su Chengbei, and he was almost suffocated due to the unfamiliar business and heavy workload.

Finally, after a few months, I took a long vacation for myself and prepared to relax.

So, he came to Tibet according to the diary he found at Su Chengbei's home.

This diary is a diary written by Xu Yu when he traveled in Yunnan after he left Beijing.

According to this diary, he came to Tibet, which is full of countless myths, looking for the traces left by Xu Yu.

Maybe this is the only way to dispel some of his guilt towards Xu Yu.

If he could have persuaded Xu Yu well back then, and he hadn't forced Xu Yu and Su Chengbei to break up, wouldn't it have become what it is now.

It's all his fault...

Therefore, a heavy heart burden drove him here.

Although he doesn't like traveling very much personally, he just happens to relax.

At that time, he had just got off the plane in Lhasa, and he was so exhausted that he didn't go to the tour group he signed up for. Instead, he found a hotel to stay in.

I plan to wait until the rest is over, and then go to meet the tour group.

Maybe it was because of the hard work along the way, but this time he slept extraordinarily deeply.

In the dream, I didn't see Xu Yu's looming face again.

Zhang Min slept from noon until eight or nine in the evening before waking up from the dream.

He woke up from starvation.

The hunger that comes with an empty belly isn't good.

After washing, he went downstairs and walked around twice, only to find that the surrounding restaurants were closed, only some street food stalls.

After buying some casually, I found a bar next to the small river, ordered some beer, and played while eating.

The bars here are different from those in big cities. There are no colorful lights and no dynamic music.

There is only an unknown band, singing some old songs and familiar folk songs.

The atmosphere of the whole bar is very leisurely, there is no busy work here, and there are no random documents.

"Accompany you to live out the answers to the feelings along the road, accompany you to turn loneliness into bravery, lose and come back again and again, I did not leave..."

Zhang Min raised his head when he heard the familiar song.

This song is "Spend Long Years With You" by Eason Chan, a song he likes very much.

"Accompany you to embrace the sourness of missing into warmth. Accompany you to write the plot of the hesitation. How long is the future? No matter how long it is, there is still expectation. I will accompany you until the story is finished."

With his magnetic voice, the people on the stage sang such a song about growth and companionship into everyone's heart.

Zhang Min sat down, raised the wine glass on the table, and took a sip of beer.

He also wants to have someone who can accompany him for the rest of his life so that he is no longer alone.

He used to think that being alone was fine, with no troubles or worries.

But every time after sunset, looking at the people in pairs, he would feel that he was so lonely.

I want someone with whom I can spend every day in the future.

When he came back to his senses, the song had already been sung, and the singer on the stage had disappeared.

Later, he asked the owner of the bar, and the owner said that it was the tour guide of a tour group who lent their bar's microphone to sing for the tour group.

But fate is so wonderful.

The next day, on the bus where he met the tourist group, he saw the singer who was singing in the bar last night again.

Holding the phone, Wen Gulin tucked his long hair behind his ears with his hand, and said seriously: "Please sit down, everyone. I'll check the number of people to see if anyone is still missing."

"Zhang Min, is Mr. Zhang here now?"

"I'm here." He stood behind Wen Gulin and said softly.

Wen Gulin turned around, greeted Zhang Min with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, I am your tour guide, Wen Gulin."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Zhang Min.

At that time... Wen Gulin's smile was not as exhausted as it is now, and his whole body was like a little sun shining into his heart, dispelling the haze in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and held the hand with clear bones: "Hello, my name is Zhang Min."

Who would have thought that later, he would hold this hand for three years, accompanying him through countless joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys...

Later, a lot of things really happened, making their distance farther and farther.

And he also personally shook off the hand that had been held tightly for three years...