Why?

  It's clear he tried, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

  He sat in the back seat, the window reflecting the man's handsome face, he chuckled and laughed at himself for really falling into Jiang Yan's hands.

  That woman would be so smug if she knew.

  But she didn't come back, how did he know? And who else saw his deep affection?

  He smoked all night, and over the past two years, he had been smoking more and more heavily, and his preferred cigarettes had also become stronger.

  Last time Ye Chen also said let him go take a look at his lungs, see if they have turned black yet.

  He doesn't care, just let it be dark then.

  On the day of Lidong, Ruan Jiang set off in a hurry and didn't even have time to accompany his family to eat mutton on that day.

  But he looked at his little niece, who was two years old and could already call him "uncle", making "ya ya" sounds. Her mother was very strict and rarely gave the child sweets to eat because she was afraid of tooth decay.

  But little kids love eating sweets, and sometimes they would pester Ruan Jiangjin, who would also give some to her.

  But what's even smarter is that she knows to find her little uncle, and he also likes her very much. Every time, he secretly brings her gifts.

  Left Ruan's house early in the morning, booked a ticket for that day and went to Qing Su of Minnan Lin City, which is Jiangyan's hometown.

  Thanks to Duong Giang Linh's blessing, that small town began to gradually follow the path of prosperity, but what came with it was not just development.

  Originally a green natural place, it has been almost demolished, and the town center is being built into a commercial center, which may become a prosperous CBD in the future.

  Around the center, towering are constantly pouring in high-rise buildings.

  Ruan Jiang left a place before signing the contract. It was the temple he and Jiang Yan went to together at first, where he had left it.

  The incense seems much better than before, at least it's no longer as cold and deserted as it used to be.

  Ruan Jianglin also went to take a look at the tree where she had made her wish back then, but the red ribbon was nowhere to be found.

  Even if it's found, after going through several years of wind and frost, it would be tattered and worn out.

  Or it had already been taken down by someone else, anyway, he didn't find it.

  He spent another hundred or so yuan and bought a new one, but this time he left it blank and didn't fill in any characters.

  Relying on the impression in memory, it is still hanging in the old place.

  That afternoon, he left Qinghai and headed west. His next stop was Lhasa because a woman had once told him that Lhasa was regretful.

  He wanted to go and see the place that made Jiang Yan regretful.

  His physical condition is much stronger than Jiangyan's, with no severe symptoms of high altitude reaction, only some dizziness when entering Tibet at first, but the symptoms are not obvious.

  He is not Jiang Yan, doesn't have her kind of feelings, won't use a camera to record.

  When he walked along the 318 National Highway, that road known as "China's scenic highway", perhaps some of those mercantile sentiments in his heart were also washed away.

  His family, compared to ordinary people's families, is a family that has been to every corner of the world, whether it's the city that never sleeps, New York, or foggy London, or even Kyoto, which is as prosperous as a place piled up with money and fame, or other places like that.

  But this was his first time setting foot here.

  All the way, passing through the uninhabited area of the Great Snowy Mountains, which is an extremely dangerous part of nature, where people die every year. Some of them are trekking alone, probably to atone for their sins.

  Ruan Jianglin was still a little shocked, this is the motherland's good border, suddenly somewhat understood Jiangyan's regret, unable to personally arrive, this is a kind of regret.

  He met a middle-aged man who had lost his wife on his solo journey, and as it turned out, the two still had some connection, seemingly having been business partners before.

  The man's wife died of cancer, and before her death, she had always wanted to come to Tibet with her husband.

  She has passed away now, and the man is carrying her ashes on foot, choosing a difficult journey, enough to imagine.

  Tibet, which seems to be the cleanest place recognized by everyone, is closest to the sun. The gods say it has a magical power that can cleanse the soul, which is a kind of faith.

  Some people say that when you're down on your luck, you must go to Tibet once.

  Take a look, and you may discover the truth of life.

  Ruan Jianglin also went, he went to Potala Palace.

  It is located on the northwest side of Maobu Mountain, and it takes a lot of effort just to get there.

  It was morning when he set out, and by the time he arrived, it was already dusk, with an unspeakable desolation in his heart.

  Day and night, flowers are blooming like brocade, the remaining sunset glow shines brightly in all directions.

  On the Potala Palace Square, the crowd surged and swarmed, each with their own destination.

  He is a wanderer, with no path ahead and no way back, the hustle and bustle of life has nothing to do with him, he is just a spectator, rushing to the next distant and boundless destination.

  As Ruan Jiang turned back, he still hoped to see that girl, those clear and cold eyes.

  But he didn't leave immediately; instead, he sat on a chair in the square for quite some time before leaving.

  He stayed in Lhasa for a week. The landlady of his hotel told him that if he had a beloved girl.

  In a sacred city with a famous or spiritual festival, if one raises a prayer flag, the heavenly gods will hear his prayers.

  Ruan Jianglin just listened and smiled, but didn't say anything.

  The day before he left Tibet, he still went there.

  There, Ah-man said that a prayer flag could be raised between the two mountain peaks, which was the most devout wish of the Holy City, and it would ensure his wishes come true.

  Ruan Jianglin bought ninety-nine of them; he had always been wealthy and was being generous.

  It's not expensive at all, just over a hundred yuan, it's just a bit of a hassle.

  A long prayer flag hangs between two mountain peaks, with its five colors fluttering in the wind, carrying his wishes, and every time it flutters, it is as if he is pleading again, hoping that the gods will truly hear him.

  The Ah Man selling Buddhist flags asked him, what was he seeking by hanging up so many Buddhist flags here?

  His eyes were dim and he did not respond.

  That day, he spent an entire afternoon hanging all the prayer flags, and from a distance, they looked especially magnificent.

  A' Man said that since he was so sincere, the gods would definitely hear his prayers.

  Ruan Jianglin had lived for thirty years and had never thought that he would believe in such things, even now, even if he had done all these things, he still didn't believe it.

  However, Jiang Yan seems to believe in these things. He previously said that she was foolish and that praying to the gods was not as good as praying to him. As long as he is willing, he will give her whatever she wants.

  He was probably a staunch materialist, who did not believe in religion, gods, heaven or earth. He only believed in himself and did not believe in fate.

  So over the years, his achievements are almost all due to this.

  Ruan Jianglin is a successful businessman who dislikes making unprofitable deals.

  He likes equal exchange, he spends money to burn incense, hoping to get an equal return, and when he spends money on sails, he also hopes to get an equal return. He is such a selfish businessman who will not do any selfless charity.

  Kids, the update time will be around this time from now on.

  (End of chapter)