Song Yunzhi lived his life like a page of manuscript paper that was rubbed repeatedly.
At the age of twenty-five, she fled to the Holy City. She just wanted to find a place where no one was around and collapse quietly.
Cheng Yunxiu's scalpel saved many people, but it could not save himself.
On the day he put down the operating table, he walked to the plateau alone - he could hardly breathe.
Two broken souls collided at the third pole of the world.
She thought he was just a tourist who came to escape.
He thought she was just a passer-by.
Neither of them recognized the same cracks on the other person's body as their own.
Until she cried loudly in the plateau wilderness——
He said nothing and stood silently in the wind, blocking the cold wind for her.
That was the first time she felt that someone had caught her.
Only later did Song Yunzhi understand:
This man who stood on the front line of life and death was not here to heal her.
He needs to be caught more than anyone.
When the wind blows on the plateau, clouds and mist meet the mountains.
——Two people who dared not cry caught each other's tears in the Holy City.
Two-way salvation: Heal him first Tibetan road text
Intention: Yunxiu hides in the wind and snow, knows what he wants to do for the rest of his life, and keeps peace of mind together in the snowy land
