Gong Ziying seems optimistic, but she may have experienced severe emotional hurt in the past and has never believed in love since then.
Chen Xing has always believed that marriage is the continuation of love, and children are the crystallization of love. But if you think carefully about what Gong Ziying said, it's not wrong.
The prerequisite for all this happiness is to have love, and how many married couples in this world can have true love?
This proportion is estimated to be less than half. The rest can only be said to be making do with each other. Forget it, I don’t want this.
Love is such a big proposition that Chen Xing can’t understand it. To be precise, he is still a teenager. At his age, let alone considering marriage, there are many people who have never even been in love. How can he be qualified to talk about marriage with others?
Just take it one step at a time. After leaving the restaurant, Chen Xing wandered around the major attractions in the Holy City alone, waiting for Nima Zhandui to call him.
But soon, Chen Xing received a call at 3:20, and the two met at a teahouse on Ramoche Temple Road.
Nima Zhan came up and gave Chen Xing a hug, patted Chen Xing on the back and said, "I wanted to send you something, but I never expected that you are actually in the Holy City."
"I was in Linzhi before, and I just came back." Chen Xing took him to his seat and ordered an extra cup of sweet tea.
Nima Zhandui put a shopping bag he had brought over on the table. The shopping bag was Bosideng, but it was obviously not them who bought a down jacket for Chen Xing.
"Is this?" Nima Zhandui said: "During this period, the doctor has been saying that your prognosis has been very good. Without you, my mother would not have survived this time. We live in the countryside and cannot give you good things. So we made a suit of our own and hope you won’t say no.”
"The clothes you made?" Chen Xing's eyes widened, then he thought of something and asked, "Is it a Tibetan robe?"
"Yes, we don't know how to make other clothes." They had talked a lot before and knew that Chen Xing liked ethnic minority clothing, so this time they took out the materials at home and asked Tashi to make one. set.
If Nima Zhandui wanted to give him something else, something expensive, Chen Xing would probably not want it.
But he liked the gift of Tibetan robes. Even if you never wear it in the future, it’s okay to just keep it in your closet.
"thanks, thanks!"
"You're welcome, try it." Nima Zhandui took out the clothes from the shopping bag. It was actually the thick outer layer of Tibetan clothing, plus a very beautiful belt.
Chen Xing reached out and took it. The clothes were very heavy. The outer layer of the clothes looks very beautiful. It is not the navy blue that Chen Xing often sees, but a white base, and then there are a lot of beige-gray hidden patterns. This pattern looks like the Phoenix TV logo, but the number is the same. If there are many, it becomes like countless flowers.
The white is not pure white. If you look closely, you can see that there are lines. It feels very firm and silky to the touch.
"Is...is this expensive?" Chen Xing hesitated again. He didn't want to accept too expensive gifts from others. Just looking at the outer material of this dress, he knew it wasn't cheap. He had never worn it before he grew up. I have never worn clothes that felt so comfortable.
"It's not very expensive. It's much cheaper to produce it at home than to sell it outside. This is also our intention. And if you don't wear this dress, no one will wear it. Is it made according to your figure? Accept Come on." He held the clothes and asked Chen Xing to change into them, and also helped fasten his belt.
There were actually many people looking at the teahouse. Although they couldn't hear what the two were talking about, they all exclaimed when they saw Chen Xing put on his clothes. Even some Tibetans started taking pictures with their mobile phones. Photos come, not to mention tourists.
So damn handsome. In fact, Tibetans know the value of this piece of clothing better. They wear this type of clothing during major festivals and are not ordinary casual clothes.
Just that white cloud pattern belt would cost more than a thousand yuan in the market. Chen Xing touched the clothes on the side and adjusted them, and said with satisfaction: "It's so warm."
"It must be warm." Nima Zhandui said with a smile.
"The sheepskin is beautiful, and the wool inside is also sheep's fetal hair." Chen Xing looked at the wool sewn inside from the collar. It looked prettier, whiter, and even better than the plush sold in the clothing market. Translucent.
Generally speaking, the best cashmere clothes people can buy in the market is lamb's wool. This is the first time a sheep is shaved after it is born. This kind of cashmere is soft and elastic, and the price is much higher than ordinary cashmere. Sheep wool is simply not available.
This is when lambs die in infancy and their first-grown wool is sheared. This wool is softer than lambs wool.
But collection is particularly difficult. Generally speaking, sheep-raising families have to collect for many years before they can make such a piece of clothing.
Chen Xing is currently only satisfied with the appearance and thermal performance of this dress, and cannot understand the value of this dress.
Nima Zhandui would definitely not say it. Anyway, money is definitely not as important as his mother's life in his opinion. Giving Chen Xing such a dress is because he feels that his family owes Chen Xing too much. Secondly, he himself I also think Chen Xing is a good brother worth dating.
He took a few steps back and looked at Chen Xing, nodded with satisfaction: "What a handsome guy, if you have nothing to do next year, come to our Tibetan area to participate in the horse racing festival. Wearing this outfit will definitely attract the attention of many girls." ." Chen Xing looked around, thinking that it was already very attractive.
They took off their clothes and put them in bags. Chen Xing sat down and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhandui. I will bring you a gift next time you come over." Sichuan Province also has a lot of specialties that can be brought here.
Neither of them drove. After chatting for a while, Zhan Dui felt that just drinking tea was not enough, so he took Chen Xing to a restaurant to drink. From four o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Xing couldn't stand it anymore. They opened a hotel nearby to sleep, and Nima Zhandui and the owner of the restaurant didn't know what time they drank.
The next day, Chen Xing got up on time no later than ten o'clock. Having just woken up from a hangover, Chen Xing's energy was a little sluggish, but he didn't feel dizzy or in pain.
That's the only thing he was good about when he drank. Although his drinking capacity was average, no matter what he drank, he would fall asleep when he was drunk and his head wouldn't hurt when he woke up.
It was too late to get up. Nima Zhandui had already gone back and sent a WeChat message to Chen Xing. After replying to the messages he had not replied to yesterday, Chen Xing looked at the tickets for leaving Tibet.
As more and more people are met along the way, Chen Xing's WeChat account is rarely quiet for a long time. Yang Xiu, Song Shulan, Mu Qing and others often send messages and chat with him. Know where Song Shulan’s cell phone came from.
There’s no way it wasn’t taken away by the teacher, right? Chen Xing bought a flight to Shuangliu at 4:30 pm.
Get up, get dressed, wash up, then sit on the balcony and look at the Potala Palace in the distance. Goodbye, City of Faith.
