Wen Wen stood in front of the Potala Palace, with his hands folded, his head slightly raised, his eyes bright, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his smile bright. She took out her cell phone from her bag and dialed the number she always knew by heart, to him in Sichuan. Tang Yu was shopping with his girlfriend when her ringtone rang. He thought that this ringtone would never ring again in his life. After answering the phone, there was silence for a long time until the woman's crisp voice rang:
"Tang Yu, I'm in Tibet and I'm fine."
The man's eyebrows frowned slightly. She had always been in poor health. Why did she go to Tibet? She asked:
"What are you going to do?"
After a long period of silence, the woman's laughter was still as clear and sweet as ever:
"Kaka, Tang Yu, how are you doing?"
Tang Yu wondered how she, who had always been such a crazy girl, could become so quiet and well-behaved.
"It's been pretty good."
"That's good, bye."
Goodbye, never again.