When the sun sets, we reach the Kunlun Mountain Pass 160 kilometers south of Golmud.

This is a major pass on the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, and has become a tourist attraction. If you pass by yourself, you must stop and take a photo with the mountain pass marked monument with Hada and prayer flags. But today it is quiet, and the God of Heaven is determined to be beautiful: the millions of mountains covered with silver-gray snow are vast and immersed in the soft sunlight.

Yi Sa greeted Zong Hang: "I'm sore in my waist, come down and have a walk."

Zong Hang felt this way. He was the first to get out of the car, stretched and turned around. After a glance, he found that Ding Yudie had not gotten off at all. Yi Sa bent over and was pulling out the soft booklet from a bag.

Zong Hang paused in his heart, knowing that she should want to talk to him, so he listened to her next: she said that the scenery was better when she walked away, so he followed her to the distance; she said that the view from the high ground was more transparent, so he followed her to climb the highest slope.

There was wind on the soil slope, not heavy, and the yellowish-brown vegetation climbed very short on the ground, and Zong Hang didn't know what it was.

Yi Sa held the booklet and felt that everything was easy to say, but it was difficult to start.

Fortunately, Zong Hang relieved her: "Actually, I know everything."

knew?

Yi Sa was surprised: "What do you know?"

Zong Hang pointed to the soft booklet.

"How do you know?"

"The night when Ding Yudie arrived at the camp, didn't he pull you to speak for most of the day?" Zong Hang was a little embarrassed and hesitated, "It was...that time."

No wonder, Yi Sa glanced at him: "You are getting more and more knowledgeable about your brain."

Zong Hangquan thought it was praising him, and he was humble: "A little bit."

Yi Sa giggled.

She threw the notebook on the ground as a seat cushion, sat down, and patted the ground beside her: "Sit here."

Zong Hang sat down, put his arm around his knees, and watched with her shoulders as the clouds on the top of the mountain opposite to him being pushed by the wind in the sky.

After a while, Yi Sa said, "I will die in a few years."

The tone of the voice is calm, as if it is not about life and death, but where to go next month.

Zong Hang said: "No, we can find a way."

Yi Sa didn't say anything. Those seriously ill patients, or those who were in desperate situations, would always receive countless similar kind comforts, such as "It's okay, it will get better", "There's no way out, there will be solutions", just listen, don't take it too seriously.

She looked at Zong Hang and did not hide it from him: "You will have the same problem, but fortunately, Uncle Pan Ling said that you will have at least twenty or thirty years, or longer."

She looked at Zong Hang and smiled: "So, you don't have to be too discouraged. Twenty or thirty years have been almost the whole life, and it will not delay you from chasing beautiful girls, getting married, having children. If you move quickly and efficiently, you might be able to see your son marrying a wife."

What nonsense was said, Zong Hang glared at Yi Sa fiercely.

Yi Sa didn't take it seriously: "Yeah, I'm still glaring at me."

Zong Hang made a fuss, as if he was going to quarrel with someone: "But I like you."

Yi Sa said, "So what if you like it? Do you want to chase me? Do you marry me? Then do you hold a funeral for me in two years? How do you live such a long life? What will your parents think? You haven't even thought about it?"

Zong Hang was speechless for a moment, his heart was a little empty, like the wind on this slope, which was like a different way to penetrate the pores in his chest and back: he had never thought so much.

Yi Sa smiled: "No wonder people always say that boys just need to be more mature late. Zong Hang, you only know how to 'like' now, but you don't know that there are many things behind 'like', and you don't even think about it clearly. Sometimes I look at you, like a child..."

She thought for a moment and said to him: "Well, immature."

Zong Hang was anxious: "Who said it? I am mature..."

Halfway through speaking, I regretted it and wanted to swallow the words back: Who would have tampered with his neck and claimed that he was "mature"? Isn't this going to be more obvious?

But is Yi Sa very mature? She is still the same as him? She just likes him.

Yi Sa saw that he was anxious and really wanted to touch his head with his hand, the head that had almost been burnt out of half of his hair.

She bent her fingers slightly, but she still shrank back. After pausing, she said softly: "Okay, Zong Hang, you have helped us a lot. It's really time to go home."

I knew she would mention this.

"Where is Uncle Pan Ling, he hasn't yet gone."

Yi Sa calmly said: "Uncle Pan Ling has appointed Ding Yudie to take over his squad. If there is any subsequent incident, there will naturally be three surnames, and Ding Yudie will arrange it."

"But you, Zong Hang, you and your parents are waiting for you. You are different from us. You can't take risks casually. This time it's lucky, but people cannot be lucky every time. When I was in the cave, I made up my mind: If I could go out, I would definitely send you away. If I refused to leave, I would have to tie you away with a rope."

Zong Hang was silent for a while, his eyes were a little astringent. After a while, he looked at her stubbornly: "So you called me down, are you saying goodbye to me, right?"

Yi Sa said: "Yes, that's it, as long as you can understand."

"What kind of farewell is it? Will you never see each other again after a while?"

He felt that no matter what, he shouldn't be the latter, but the more he said that, the more he looked at Yi Sa's expression, the more he felt unsure. Finally, he suddenly realized: This is what she wanted!

Zong Hang's mind was buzzing and he shouted: "I don't agree! Do you need it? Is it necessary?"

He could go home to recuperate first, so that his parents could feel at ease, and then go to find her after a while. She was afraid that he would be in danger. At most, if the three surnames had any danger, he would never mention anything he would follow him again - something serious happened, and he would not even let him meet him.

Yi Sa just smiled, his eyes softer and softer: "Zong Hang, do you know? On the way here, I had a dream, and even hit you."

Zong Hang was so angry that he didn't want to listen, but she still said.

Speaking of the frangipani tree, he looked around because he smelled a bad smell, and because she was afraid that she would be seen, she took the branch and hit him in the face.

"I have thought about it. If things are destined to develop like this, then I don't need anyone to accompany you, nor do I need someone to take care of you, and I don't want you to send you off this journey. I don't want others to see my ugly and devastating appearance. I just want to be alone and stay quiet."

Zong Hang wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Yi Sa: "You can't convince me, you can never talk to me. I'm very determined, that's it."

Zong Hang was silent for a while and said, "Do you have to go alone?"

Yi Sa sighed and said, "You are so strange."

She murmured: "When I was a child, even if I lost all my family, I never felt pitiful. Instead, the adults around me sighed as soon as they saw me, and said with red eyes that my life was miserable."

"There are so you now. You must feel that I am suffering. I don't think I am suffering. I just think that I am willing to do this. Zong Hang, please cooperate and let me do what I am willing to do. Don't look for me anymore. There is a good life waiting for you before, just take one step."

Front?

Zong Hang looked up blankly and saw a long convoy winding towards the winding mountain road.

He thought it was a passing convoy, but Yi Sa stood up and watched the train get closer and closer.

Zong Hang was a little uneasy and stood up as well. The convoy seemed to be coming for them, and saw them, and was gradually slowing down.

The front car parked under the dirt slope.

Yi Sa whispered: "Zonghang, you have to remember what I said, you still have a whole life. Go forward and forget what you can get. If you love the best person and live the life you want the most, you should get the best..."

Before Zong Hang could answer, the door of the front car opened, and a woman in thick down almost stumbled out of the car, looked up, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Hang Hang?"

It's Tong Hong!

The blood from Zong Hang suddenly rushed to the top of his skull, and he stared at Tong Hong rushing up the hillside. Then, he didn't know whether his feet were unstable because of altitude retardation, so his body staggered for a moment. Only then did he react, his eyes turned red in an instant, and ran down towards Tong Hong.

More people got out of the car, including Zong Bisheng, his colleagues from the branch, policemen, and those carrying cameras, were so excited that they were noisy that Zong Hang and Tong Hong were hugging each other like a tide.

Yi Sa smiled with tears in his eyes.

She bent down and picked up the booklet, turned around and walked down.

For the first time, I felt that the mountain really had a yin and yang side, and that side must be a yang side, noisy and lively side.

And this side is a dark side, quiet and deserted, with only a car waiting for her under the slope.

Yi Sa opened the car door and sat in, and said to Ding Yudie: "Let's go."

Ding Yudie muttered: "Just throwing him down like this? Women are really cruel."

Yes, he was talking about "women", not specifically referring to Yi Sa: he discovered it when he was in the underground cave. Whether it was Yi Yunqiao or Yi Sa, he was not vague at all when he became cruel. Instead, he and Zong Hang hesitated and could not make up their minds immediately.

Women are really cruel.

He slowly started the car, bypassed the earth slope, bypassed the crowds of people on the earth slope, and bypassed the various vehicles parked scattered under the earth slope, heading towards the long and lonely road.

Yi Sa didn't look back.

Just say goodbye, don’t drag it out, don’t even have the attachment to your eyes, otherwise, you will never say goodbye.

She didn't know that Zong Hang suddenly raised his head on the slope, ignored the messy inquiries, nor did he care about the annoying shots that almost reached in front of his face - he just kept staring at their car, watching them all the way until he could no longer see them.

***

Yi Sa closed his eyes as soon as he got into the car.

I am not full of sleepiness, but I just want to sleep, I want to close my five senses, I don’t look, I don’t listen, I don’t want to think, and I still have nothingness.

In a blur, I heard Ding Yudie calling her: "Sau Sa?"

"Um?"

"Uncle Pan Ling really let me take over? Let me preside over what happened next?"

"Um."

"I'm afraid I can't do it," Ding Yudie didn't know where he went with his usual overconfidence and superiority. "I don't think I have much experience. If such a big thing is screwed up..."

Yi Sa murmured: "Uncle Pan Ling said that this moment does not mean the future, and the past does not mean the future."

Ding Yudie didn't understand: "Ha?"

Yi Sa didn't answer him again.

There is nothing wrong with it.

Ding Panling said that people have infinite possibilities.

Just like when she first met Zong Hang, she thought that such a simple and unguarded person could not survive in her world, but he actually accompanied her through many dangers and gritted his teeth until the end.

Like her, she always felt that Ding Qi was a bastard and she was not willing to die, but his death ended, but the key to a person's escape from the sky, which made her a little confused and didn't know what attitude she should take toward his death.

People have infinite possibilities, and do not determine the future based on the past, and do not determine the future based on the present moment.

So, nothing is wrong.

Perhaps, the final ending of the matter was in Ding Yudie's hands?

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