Chapter 326 - Go to Lhasa by Train (2/2)

Lin Luoran borrows paper and pen from canteen staff, writing down the address of Lin’s family and the phone number of Yuan Ye. She asks Pei Yuan to take futons to Rong City. Yuan Ye can contact Lu Sanchun for him. If his background has no problem, he will be arranged to the base.

Pei Yuan holds the paper and was stunned. When he wants to ask again and looks up, Lin Luoran has gone.

There are only bowls and chopsticks left on the desk, which proves that he is not dreaming. The base is okay. A man does not solely depend on love to live . He also got a career.

Pei Yuan keeps the paper with the address in his pocket seriously. He stands up, leaves the canteen and walks slowly out of the door of Jinling University of Aeronautics and Astronautics.

After all, they were once in love. At this moment, Xia Bingyan seems to have felt it . She feels empty. She doesn’t find Pei Yuan in the crowd…

She seems to have lost the young man who liked to make her laugh. Time flies and youth will never come back. From now on, she is all alone.

Xia Bingyan is singing a cheerful song, but her eyes trickle down her cheeks, wetting her makeup.

Those fans who shouted enthusiastically suddenly found out that the perfect idol on the stage squatted down and cried like a willful little girl.

Life is just like this. Sometimes, there is no other chance. There is no opportunity to start over, no b.u.t.ton to pause and continue. Missing the present means that there is never another opportunity.

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After handling the trivial matter, Lin Luoran sets out on a journey with a piece of light luggage.

She has booked a night train ticket and bought some snacks. At ten o’clock in the evening, the train leaves from Jinling Station.

There is a strange mixed smell in the train, making Lin Luoran uncomfortable to eat anything. However, she still needs to stay here for another forty or fifty hours. Therefore, she has to hold her nose and eats a bowl of instant noodles.

At eleven o’clock, the light is turned off. Lin Luoran lies on the sleeper, covered with a quilt and falls asleep with the train’s movement. Without self-cultivation and spell, she could only turn herself into an ordinary pa.s.senger and view this trip with an ordinary mind. Maybe in this way can she find what she wants?

The next day, Lin Luoran could hardly notice the strange smell in the train. She then feels like she is completely integrated into this place.

At seven o’clock on the third day, Lin Luoran arrives at the destination.

Lhasa at night seems to have no difference with other inland cities. Lin Luoran experiences hypoxia and takes a rest to adjust herself.

There are people who speak Tibetan, and there are people who wear suits and speak Mandarin with an accent. Lin Luoran follows the crowd and gets out of the station.

The place is not safe at night. She does not walk around in the city at night but finds a family hotel to stay. She takes a hot bath and then goes downstairs to eat some local mutton kebabs.

There is also pancakes, but it is so big that Lin Luoran thinks she could not finish it in one day.

There are very few women walking on the streets at night. It is very dangerous for a single female tourist like her. The owner of the family hotel asks her to hurry upstairs when some young Tibetan men comes in.

He is kind-hearted. Lin Luoran packs the mutton kebabs and carries them to the small room on the third floor.

The bed is fairly clean. She watches TV for a while, but there are only local TV channels. She doesn’t speak Tibetan. So, after eating mutton kebabs, she lies down and falls asleep.

At midnight, the mutton smell makes her uncomfortable, so she wakes up and drinks some water. Looking from the window, the noisy city has now become quiet. Although Lhasa is not exactly the same as she had imagined, Lin Luoran still feels that she is dreamy, and someone is holding a prayer wheel and singing tantras that she could not understand.

In the early morning of the next day, having eaten b.u.t.tered tea and two meat bun provided by the hotel, Lin Luoran checks out and carries a big bag heading to the inner city.

The Lhasa New City, which centered on the Potala Palace and Barkhor Street, stretching north to Sera Monastery and stretching west to Doilungdeqen County. Overlooking Lhasa New City from a high place, the post and telecommunication building, the press building, Lhasa hotel, Tibet hotel and all kinds of buildings are scattered all over the city and look prosperous.

It is said that when Princess Wencheng was married in Tubo, there were only sands and gra.s.sland here. After Jokhang Temple and Ramoche Temple were built, an increasing number of monks and wors.h.i.+pers came here. Besides, Songtsan Gambo built a series of palaces at Red Mountain here. This city has gained popularity, becoming a famous city on the Tibet Plateau.

Therefore, only when you have set foot on Jokhang Temple and Barkhor Street can you say that you have been to the real Lhasa.

Lin Luoran listens silently to the two tourists talking about the history of Lhasa, and she decides to visit Jokhang Temple.

She goes with other tourists but does not expect that she would meet an old friend.