Lin Shan, who was forced into a scam marriage and pushed into a desperate situation by the scam, slit her wrists at dusk in the ancient city of Kashgar.
When he woke up, he saw in front of him military uniform buttons with five-pointed stars and a pair of straight pants.
"The sunset in Kashgar is more important than life?" Chen Yuan handed over the naan bread, the fragrance of wheat mixed with the wind of Kunlun Mountain.
She looked down and saw the frozen soil of the Pamirs between his fingernails - that was a solid life that she had never touched before.
He took her through the Populus euphratica forest on the edge of Taklimakan and taught her how to identify the Beidou at the snow line of Muztagh Peak.
Until one early morning, his phone vibrated and his hoarse voice came: "Don't be afraid, I'll be there soon."
Outside the door stood Chen Yuan, covered in dust, with a poplar wood hairpin in his palm that was hot:
"Lin Shan, the moon in the border area is both missing and full. Would you like to watch it with me a hundred times?"
Reader comments
The character descriptions are quite rich. Personally, I think it would be more fascinating to describe the image of the male protagonist more. Speaking of it, the slowly flowing stream can bring people peace.
A beautiful memoir as pure and healing as poetry. It's a good read.
The character descriptions are quite rich. Personally, I think it would be more fascinating to describe the image of the male protagonist more. Speaking of it, the slowly flowing stream can bring people peace.
A beautiful memoir as pure and healing as poetry. It's a good read.