Dear People·Hua Chen

Since it was the first time camping outside, despite the poor conditions, Xiao Linzi still seemed curious about everything.

After simply removing the sunscreen and washing up, I lay under the quilt of the tent, looked around, and complained: "You should wait for me to install it together, I haven't installed a tent yet."

"It's too cold." Chen Lu walked in and locked all the windproof zippers, and then lay down next to him in the cold: "I'll buy you one when I get home, and you can do whatever you want in the yard."

"That's so boring." Lin Yilin dimmed the night light a bit: "Good night."

The weather in Tibet is by no means comparable to that in inland areas. It is fine during the day, but at this time of day, it is so cold that people cannot stay outside at all.

Even though he was covered with a duvet, Chen Lu still felt that Xiao Linzi in his arms couldn't get warm: "Can you sleep?"

"I can sleep if you don't make trouble." Lin Yilin was too tired from playing during the day, and now he feels extremely tired.

But Chen Lu was still uneasy, he got up again in the dark, got a charged hand warmer, stuffed it into his arms, filled the thermos with hot water, and dangled the thick coat over the quilt.

Lin Yilin was amused by his nervousness: "It's okay, go to sleep."

Ever since he came to Tibet, the Eldest Young Master hasn't had a good rest, and he only agreed perfunctorily when he lay down again: "Well, I won't disturb you."

As he spoke, he patted Xiao Linzi's head.

Lin Yilin knew that he would probe his head every now and then to see if he had altitude sickness, so he turned over and hugged him and said, "You really worry about it now."

"It's not you who makes people worry." Chen Lu said helplessly.

For some reason, Lin Yilin, who is self-reliant and self-reliant in the eyes of others, looks like a child who may have accidents at any time.

Xiao Linzi, who was overly taken care of, laughed silently, but didn't bother anymore.

Longing for stability, he doesn't like the feeling of being on the road.

But as long as Chen Lu is by his side, he feels like home everywhere.

-

Before dawn the next day, the two of them got up early, had breakfast, took a walk, and stayed by the lake to watch the sunrise on time.

When the morning sun illuminates the mirror-like water surface in front of you, and dyes the tents and prayer flags in the distance golden, it is really beautiful.

It was almost noon when we drove back to Lhasa.

Lin Yilin who originally planned to go to the original place to play for a few more days couldn't bear the fact that Chen Lu couldn't rest well all the time, so he whispered: "I'm homesick."

"I've only been here for three days." Chen Lu was speechless.

"But I have stayed in Beijing for a long time, and I have seen the Potala Palace and the starry sky, and I am satisfied." Lin Yilin said.

"I'll follow you." Chen Lu is quite easy to talk to now.

"But before you leave, please accompany me to see that child." Lin Yilin searched for the address Gesang left for himself in the phone: "After you finish talking, I'm always worried that he will do bad things again."

Chen Lu, who is really not very warm-hearted, will not stop his kindness at all. In fact, the young master understands very well that this may be a way for Xiao Linzi to let go of his rough life.

-

The very old low-rise bungalows and the rubbish everywhere surprised the unsuspecting two people.

Dark and red-skinned Tibetans in twos and threes on the side of the road looked at the visitor curiously, and would not speak rashly.

Instead, Xiao Linzi stepped forward and asked, "Where is Gesang's house, the kid who likes to draw?"

Two old Tibetan grandmas whispered to each other, and called out their daughter-in-law who was busy in the house and could understand Mandarin, before they answered, "That's the one with the colorful flag in front."

"Thank you." Lin Yilin felt that he was pulling Chen Lu over, knocked on the door and shouted, "Gesang, are you home?"

"Don't you even have a mobile phone these days?" Chen Lu couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, why don't you give me one?" Suddenly a boy's voice came from behind them.

It was Gesang who was holding the whole bag of flour, his little black face was still hard to read, and his teeth, which had not been damaged by snacks, were sharp: "You guys are really here, and you thought you were just talking to me casually."

Anyone who lives in hard times will not put hope on others casually, this is a precautionary measure to protect dignity.

Lin Yilin followed him into the house: "How is it possible, we are going back to the United States tomorrow, so I came to see you."

Gesang smiled heartlessly, opened the curtain of the back room and shouted something in Tibetan.

After a while, a middle-aged woman with a cane came out and said awkwardly: "Welcome, welcome, my son is causing you trouble."

Lin Yilin had already noticed the urn and the man's portrait placed in the center of the room, so he couldn't help but look at Chen Lu.

Gesang explained nonchalantly: "My parents went to deliver goods and encountered a landslide, my mother hurt her leg, and my father left."

God knows if unfortunate people have constitutions to attract each other.

Lin Yilin was stunned for a moment, and could only say: "My condolences."

-

This is a home full of holes, and there is nothing decent to entertain guests.

But in order not to hurt their feelings, Xiao Linzi reluctantly ate all the green noodles.

Of course, Chen Lu didn't want to be rewarded, so he leisurely went to the house to visit Gesang's small works, and praised without hypocrisy: "You draw well."

Art is almost all about talent.

Gesang grinned and showed his white teeth.

Noticing that the boy never showed any complaints or sorrows, Lin Yilin's impression of him improved a bit, and he took out the two stacks of cash he had just withdrawn from the bank from his bag: "Auntie, tell him to go to school, don't go If you can, please send me your transcript every semester, and I will leave the address for you.”

Gesang's mother's Chinese is even stranger than her son's, and she just keeps saying thank you.

Unexpectedly, Gesang counted the money with his head down, ran to the house, took out a pen and paper and wrote a receipt seriously, and said brazenly, "I won't let you invest in me for nothing."

“2013年4月17日，阿旺格桑向林亦霖借款10万元整，以后将用10%年利息还清。”

Xiao Linzi lowered his head and smiled at his crooked words.

Chen Lu glanced at him: "Heh, your investment income is about the same as Buffett's."

"I wish you success." Lin Yilin pretended to put the IOU in his wallet solemnly, and encouraged him: "Come on."

Gesang continued to eat noodles with his head down indifferently. He seemed to have no doubts about the illusory thing that he would become famous and get married in the future.

-

"Aren't you afraid that the kid will take you for a rich man?" Chen Lu couldn't help asking after he left.

"Let's do it, since we meet by fate, help him." Lin Yilin smiled: "If he had a happy family, he wouldn't go out to work as a minor."

Chen Lu still hasn't forgotten Gesang's evil deed: "Is it robbery?"

Lin Yilin still smiled: "You didn't care about it before, why are you asking this time, it's not a lot of money anyway."

"Who told you money." The young master was speechless: "I'm just... afraid that if he doesn't learn well, he will make you sad in the end."

After all, he is also a poor boy with only his mother, so it is impossible to keep Xiao Linzi from thinking too much.

"That's also the child's own choice." Lin Yilin held his hand and said, "I'm not so glassy."

Chen Lu couldn't help but asked, "If it wasn't me...and someone else helped your mother treat her illness, would you accept it?"

Lin Yilin recalled his helpless self at the age of 15, and it took him a while to tell the truth: "I can't answer."

Chen Lu lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Yilin looked at him again: "But I can't explain why. From then until now, I have never thought of repaying you. Isn't it very heartless?"

"Because you know very well that this young master only wants your people." Chen Lu's mood suddenly improved, and he smiled and put his arms around his shoulders from behind.

"Stop making trouble." Lin Yilin was extremely shy in the crowd.

Unexpectedly, when the two were brazenly flirting and flirting with each other, Gesang ran out from the direction of the house again, and ran to Xiao Linzi panting, "Thank you."

As he spoke, he raised a pure white hada in his hand and smiled triumphantly: "I just bought it from a neighbor's house."

Xiao Linzi, who accepted the gift without warning, was stunned for a while, and said: "Study hard, and practice painting diligently."

"Actually..." Gesang stroked his short hair: "When I went to the bar to pay the bill, the boss told me who you were. Anyway, I'm no worse than you!"

Lin Yilin, who doesn't want to be the envy of others, really hopes that his experience can give strength to those who have suffered the same. He smiled lightly: "Got it, go home."

"Goodbye! Come to Lhasa again when I have time, if I'm still here!" Gesang waved his hand.

"Take good care of your mother." Lin Yilin was only worried about this matter.

"It's still up to you." Gesang snorted loudly, turned around and rushed towards the house.

Chen Lu, who was watching the whole process, couldn't help frowning: "Do you feel that this kid has been ignoring my existence?"

"Who told you to beat him up like that?" Lin Yilin grabbed his arm: "Let's go, we are also going home."

"Don't contact him again, if he likes you, I won't be polite." The young master who can suspect 100 million possibilities of others falling in love with Xiao Linzi every day began to feel aggrieved.

"You're delusional."

"Isn't it normal? If I were him, I would like you."

"That's you." Lin Yilin almost lost his words, dragged the young master and walked towards the parking lot.