Tropical Highway

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the green leather train stops at Xining Station.

When the temperature is the highest of the day, the cities on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau are covered with dazzling white lights, but the wind is still icy.Wide mountains stretch across the skyline, and the sun reflects off the remaining snow, becoming a bright color covering the black rock.

Before entering Tibet, it is necessary to change to an oxygen supply train adapted to the plateau climate. The Xining Station stops for a long time, and all passengers have to get off the train with their luggage and wait for notification.The originally empty platform suddenly became bustling with small vendors selling specialty yoghurt, tourists racing against time to take pictures, or looking excitedly at the scenery of the first station on the plateau.

Zhai Lan was among the passengers, he put his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and stared at the distant snow marks in a daze.

The wind on the plateau was so strong that the voice of his voice was broken, Zhai Lan didn't even notice it when the phone started to vibrate. It wasn't until the other party persisted in making a second call that he came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream.

"You're finally willing to take it!" The male voice was a little dry, but his emotions became visibly agitated.

It took Zhai Lan an awkward "hmm" for a while: "Brother Fei."

There was also wind on Li Feimu's side, whooping and being unreasonable, which made him speak softly: "I kept hanging up on my phone last night, thinking you weren't coming... Where are you now?"

"Xining."

"So slow?" Li Feimu was wary, "Are you taking the train I bought for you?"

"It was delayed last night."

"yes……"

In the middle of his speech, there was a mess of laughter and laughter from the receiver, Zhai Lan frowned.

Li Feimu took the phone away and yelled a few words such as "quickly enter the classroom", as if he was being entangled by other people.

Ignoring Zhai Lan, he had no choice but to end the conversation early: "That's okay, you will arrive in Lhasa tomorrow afternoon, right? I'll find someone to pick you up... That's it, go to class."

Before he could respond, there was only a busy tone, and Zhai Lan's sentence "I don't have to pick it up" died prematurely, holding it in his throat, which kept him blocked for a long time-Li Feimu was impatient, and it wasn't the first day he knew about it.

Zhai Lan sighed, and slowly put the phone back into his pocket.

When he made a phone call, the power dropped by 20%, and he didn't know if it was intentional or not, and he didn't bring a charger.

Not far away, a young girl was helping a middle-aged man with gray hair take a photo with the train, and the conversation between father and daughter was carried along the wind.Zhai Lan didn't hear clearly at first, but then he couldn't let him go.

"Stay to the right! Hey, that's right... stop, 1, 2, 3, that's all right, Dad!"

"let me see."

"Hey, not bad..."

Zhai Lan turned her back and walked two steps forward as if nothing had happened until she could no longer hear their voices.

He started to get upset for no reason, the benches on the platform had long since run out of space, so he simply sat down on the spot, not afraid of getting his clothes dirty.Something in the pocket of the jacket pressed hard against my heart, and the dull pain lasted for more than half a year.

Zhai Lan reached out and took out an old wallet. After opening it, black and white photos fell out from the side.

The man has a serious expression, and his eyes are slightly blank when he looks at the camera, as if the shutter has been pressed before he can focus.

Picking up this one-inch photo, Zhai Lan was short of breath for a moment.

It's not as good as the first two or three weeks when I couldn't hold back my nose when I saw it. Now Zhai Lan has been able to face those memories, learned to control his emotions, and try to hide them as much as possible.

But he carried it close to his body, as if it, together with the old wallet, became Zhai Lan's tear duct switch, allowing him to cry smoothly when he was aggrieved.

It's been almost a year since Dad passed away suddenly while on a mission.

But Zhai Lan still couldn't get out.

He has been a single parent since he was a child. His mother and father divorced very early. Now he is living abroad, and he seems to have his own new family.Dad's job is a prosecutor, and he looks decent, but he can't take care of his family when he's busy. It's common for him to not come back for ten days and a half months when he encounters a difficult case.

The relationship between father and son is not close, after all, it is also very close because of the mutual dependence.

In July last year, Zhai Lan's college summer vacation had just begun, and his father promised him to finish the case at hand, so he took annual leave to accompany him to Tibet to find his cousin.Immersed in the satisfaction of the promise, the accident is always beyond expectations.

Dad finished work and went back to the hotel to rest. He fell asleep and couldn't wake up again.

Sudden myocardial infarction caused by overwork, the two elderly people fell ill after receiving the news, and the aunt was unable to do her own work, and Zhai Lan had to take over the burden of taking care of the funeral.

Surrounded by a group of his father's colleagues and friends, he chose a cemetery, picked a date for burial, carried the urn into the small box, and watched them numbly seal it with marble.After the crowd went down the mountain, Zhai Lan stayed alone in the high place of the cemetery for a long time, and tears flowed involuntarily.

In the end, it was considered a death on duty, and the unit compensated the family members with generous pensions according to the standard.Zhai Lan has grown up, he calmly divided half of the pension for his grandparents, and kept the rest for himself.

From that day on, he became a veritable "orphan".

These two words sound free, but they become a stubborn stone when it falls on a boy under the age of 20.

After returning to school after a summer vacation, Zhai Lan felt that nothing was right.He was absent and had no place to complain. In the first semester of the second grade, he missed many classes, his grades were worrying, and he didn't interact with his classmates. The counselor found out that something was wrong with him. After a long talk, he contacted Aunt Zhai Lan, and only then did he know the inside story.

The blow of the death of a close relative made Zhai Lan unable to concentrate on his studies, and his failure to keep up with the courses would have a greater impact. At that time, the pressure on both sides would add up, and it would be even more difficult for Zhai Lan to bear in his current state.

So the counselor suggested that he take a year off from school and adjust his condition first.

Zhai Lan didn't feel anything, it was all the same, staying at home didn't make him feel any better.The pain came and went intermittently. Sometimes it would be better if I cried a lot, and sometimes I was too weak to do anything after tidying up the room, so I had to lie on the floor and let myself be immobile until I regained consciousness.

He knew that he still had hope in life, but he was depressed and couldn't find an outlet to expel his emotions.The mother is not there, the old man is more sad than him, and the situation of the aunt's family and his situation cannot be completely replaced, so the comfort is weak.

For more than half a year, every moment of happiness has become extremely short-lived.Apart from sleeping, Zhai Lan would go out and walk all over the street, eager to find something for herself, but most of them ended in failure.

He seemed unable to reintegrate into the rhythm of normal life again, and he became more and more withdrawn, and communication became a problem.

In the end, my aunt couldn't stand it anymore.

"Go to Tibet to play with your cousin. There are many children and the scenery is good. The peach blossoms are about to bloom in April. You can change your environment and get in touch with nature. It's better than staying at home?"

Zhai Lan nodded at that time, not really taking this matter to heart.

On the first day of arriving at the plateau, Zhai Lan thought about what her aunt said, and her attitude was pessimistic.

"...I can go to Lhasa tomorrow." Zhai Lan murmured holding the posthumous photo, "Actually, I really don't want to go, but Li Feimu keeps urging me. I don't want to do anything."

The man who lived in the photo maintained a slightly stiff expression.

Zhai Lan suddenly felt that he was making fun of himself.

He put away the photo, raised his head, stared at the distant mountains with reddish eyes.

The snow seemed to have melted a lot more than when I got off the car, and the bare mountains were more exposed.

It's a bit strange, but those pitch-dark scenes don't feel depressing after a long time. I just feel that the mountains are mountains, returning to the basics, and any metaphors and images suddenly fail at this moment.

...Will it be better if you change the environment?

hope so.

Nearly half an hour after the stop, the plateau oxygen supply compartment was replaced.The broadcast finally came late, shouting Zhai Lan's train number to urge everyone to get on the train and prepare to leave.

The seats were the same as before, and Zhai Lan walked two steps back to find the No. 6 car.

His luggage was just a pile of change of clothes, randomly stuffed in his backpack, besides this professional book.I didn't bring any electronic products to pass the time, just like taking a short trip.

I can't say why, but it seems that I still subconsciously resist traveling.

When he promised Li Feimu and his aunt, Zhai Lan didn't think he would really go to Tibet.He arrived at the train station an hour late on purpose, and refused in a grandiose manner with the excuse that he had missed the train, but he didn't know that the train was late last night, by accident.

Zhai Lan bit the bullet and got into the car, regretting it immensely now.

There were more people than before, and it became a difficult task to get back into the car and find a seat.The aisle is narrow, allowing only one person to pass by. When someone puts luggage or takes care of children in front of him, the already crowded place is immediately comparable to the Chengdu Metro Line 1 during the morning rush hour. Zhai Lan took a leg and it may take a long time to land.

Walking for a while, stopping and waiting for a while, Zhai Lan hugged the backpack in front of his shoulders.

The number written on the ticket was in the middle of the car, and there was a hard sleeper. Li Feimu didn't think too much about it when he bought the ticket for him. It is also possible that the soft sleeper with better conditions has already been sold out.Zhai Lan was disgusted all the way, but now when he saw the little "15", he felt a sense of relief, and he hurried forward a few steps.

He knew that there was no one in the lower berth, but the second before the backpack was out of his hands, Zhai Lan firmly grasped it to resist the inertia.

...almost hit someone.

The lower berth, which had been empty all the way, has welcomed its passengers.

The man was dressed closer to spring than the entire carriage, jeans, a corner of the T-shirt was exposed in the dark jacket, and he was carefully moving the quilt and pillow on the side of the aisle to the side near the window.

The action was completed quickly, and he subconsciously straightened his waist.

The most conspicuous thing is a dark green head.

The long strands at the end of the hair are illuminated by the sun like water waves, which are "colorful" at first, so bright that they are out of place, but they are so natural.The only fly in the ointment is that this beautiful hair has obviously been dyed for some time, and a new pinch of black has grown around the hair, which boldly shows that the owner may not be so delicate.

With slender fingers brushing away the broken hair that blocked his view, the bridge of his nose was straight, his single eyelid was thin and half-drooped, he lazily covered his lips and yawned, his gaze immediately scanned for a week.

Zhai Lan suddenly confronted him, both of them were taken aback.

But the man was probably only curious about his sudden appearance, and lost interest in an instant, and sat down straight away.

Zhai Lan poked in place, a name was ready to come out in his heart.

Not sure, more dare not admit it.

...how is he here?

What a coincidence?

In the first two meetings, either the distance was too far and the lights were too dim, or they didn’t even say a word, and the other party probably didn’t have any memory left. Only Zhai Lan repeatedly checked several photos saved in the phone, even The curvature of the eyelashes is clearly measured.

It's really him.

One of the few names that can give him comfort in his boring life.

"Real Digital World".

Or……

You Zhen.

The two words were thrown into the sea of ​​consciousness, instantly arousing hundreds of ripples, which slowly spread like sound waves.

After Zhai Lan heard his heart beat twice after a long time, he hurried back to normal, and realized that his position was very close to him.He walked over, trying to throw the bag on the middle bunk as if nothing had happened.

With his arms stretched halfway, the dazed You Zhen raised his head.

When the eyes met, You Zhen frowned lightly and then opened again, his eyes were puzzled, and his lips parted.

But in the end he just asked, "You... sleep here?"

Zhai Lan said "hmm".

He nodded knowingly to express "I understand", and continued to turn his head to look affectionately at the electric pole outside the window, as if the greetings just now were just to confirm whether Zhai Lan was suspected of occupying the magpie's nest.

Neither sitting nor standing, there are crowds of people and noise behind them.

Rubbing the palm with the fingertips, I found that the coldness had faded away, and now it was just right.

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Note:

1. Before entering v, the update is 2 rest 1, and it will be added later.Depends, not in good shape lately

2. Gong is 100% gentle, cheerful and pure love fighter, and not dumb;

3. Two-way secret love, 7 years old, 1v1 after meeting (I don't have an outline to write what counts) If you can't help but fill in some plots that were not written in the original text... The suggestion is to wait until the end as appropriate?so hello me