Years of Regret in Distant Mountains

I am a student, updated on Saturdays and Sundays, three times a week Yun Province's "Three Supports and One Support" Plan The young master who supports agriculture (dog attack) × supports the medical community animal (cat suffers) The Lord received the highway letter and went to Daocheng Yading. The night in northwest Yunnan is pitch black and bright. There are no clouds. Stars filled the sky densely, and the Milky Way lay overhead, a faint band of light. The wind blows from the direction of the tunnel, carrying fine sand and hitting it on the road sign, ding-ding-ding. Shen Mingxu stood on the side of the road, his collar turned up. The thin jacket I wore in Nancheng is not enough here. After waiting at the same spot for almost half an hour, a car finally came this way. It had a Sichuan A license plate. Shen Mingxu held up his phone and shook it twice. A white light cut out diagonally in the darkness, then dimmed again. Echoing the stars in the sky on the edge of the dark night. The car slowed down and stopped in front of him. The engine was not turned off, and the white gas from the exhaust pipe came up one by one and was blown away by the wind. He took a closer look and saw that the Toyota GR86, an off-road modified version, was quite new. I cursed secretly in my heart: If I don't enjoy myself well when I have money, I will go to the mountains to find fault, and I will be sick. He was scolded, but on the surface he was still smiling. "Sorry, the car broke down. Could you please give me a ride?" * "How dare you give me a ride without asking who I am?" After getting in the car, Shen Mingxu spoke first. Lu Xianqing didn't answer. He flicked the cigarette ashes very slowly, as if he deliberately made Shen Mingxu wait for a while. "You didn't ask me either." Shen Mingxu was startled. "You didn't ask me where I was going, you didn't ask me if I wanted money, you didn't ask me whether I was a good or bad person," Lu Xianqing's voice came from the driver's seat, neither light nor heavy, "You just got in the car. Dr. Shen, you have always been like this..." He paused, as if he was choosing a suitable word, "Trust others?" Shen Mingxu frowned: "How do you know my surname is Shen?" Lu Xianqing looked at him in the rearview mirror, the smile on his lips still lingering. "It's written on the news that the photo looks exactly like you, but I believe you, you are not that kind of person." Actually, it's not eight points, it's ten points. He actually forgot about this. "Where to go?" Lu Xianqing asked, his tone seemed to be asking an unimportant question. Shen Mingxu paused while fastening his seat belt. The phone vibrated in the pocket again, and there was an unread text message. The number of Shangri-La Township Health Center was sent in a mixture of Tibetan and Chinese: "Doctor Shen, the old man's leg was broken. It was swollen at night. We dare not move here. When will you come?" "First comfort the patients and their families. I'll be there tomorrow." Shen Mingxu quickly sent a message, then turned his head and looked at Lu Xianqing. "Shangri-La," he said, "can we get there?" It's not a question, it's a statement. Lu Xianqing said nothing. He should have said that he couldn't carry it that far, he should have said that. But his hand has already turned on the steering wheel. "Yes." He said. The car ran over the gravel road and rushed into the tunnel. The red light of the taillight flickered on Shen Mingxu's face. "What about you?" Shen Ming said. Lu Xianqing looked ahead, and saw the reflective strips on the tunnel wall cutting through one after another. "Well... Same journey... Shangri-La." He didn't want to say that they were traveling together, but fate just happened to be such a coincidence, and he had to go there too. "Go and support the farmers." He added. Lu Xianqing did not expect that when they met again after parting, they would still be on the same road. ·After years of suffering, let them be buried in the eternal Daocheng Aden· The mountains and rivers are vast, and a long journey has just begun. But he didn't know that on this long journey to the west, he would meet another wanderer, and he would never be alone again for the rest of his life. ⭕Ps: [New author｜Please give me some light comments｜No KY] Hello everyone, I am a new author. This is my first time trying to write on this subject. My writing style and rhythm may not be mature enough. I am working hard to learn and improve. (≧∪≦*) You are welcome to discuss the plot in a friendly manner and point out typos and bugs, but we kindly ask everyone: ❌ Do not compare other authors/works ❌ Do not KY in the comment area (make inappropriate remarks that damage the atmosphere) ❌ Do not spoil, over-prompt, or make personal attacks Thank you to every reader who is willing to tolerate newcomers and accompany me to grow! 🙏 Intention: Enjoy the shade under the grass, save lives and heal the wounded