Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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Lin Luoran asked the lonely Yuan to drink a cup of hot soy milk in the cafeteria.

The music hall faintly worn out by the auditorium, the cheers of the fans, let the cafeteria be deserted, and picked up a window seat on the second floor. Lin Luoran ordered a bowl of Jinling specialty, duck blood fan soup.

Put a little red oil, the fans are very chewy, the ducks are not smelly, sprinkled with some chopped green onions, making people appetite, this is good for the food in the cafeteria.

I saw the "Fairy" eating duck blood fans in front of myself, and the fall of Yan Yuan’s face retreated.

"In that year's trip to Huashan, my relationship with her was getting warmer. When I graduated from college, we were already getting better. I signed a design institute, and she said to her, she was jealous of others, she wanted to be a star... she was beautiful. I sing well, but I am not a professional, and I joined the university before I graduated. I spent two years in the Imperial Capital, and I suffered a lot of mistakes, but I didn’t even have a record..."

This is a story with a good beginning, but eventually falls into the cliché.

Xia Bingyan’s temper is cold and arrogant, and the twists and turns of Yan’s feelings go to the north, and he has never wanted to prove himself. Perhaps subconsciously, I would like to compare Lin Luoran that she has seen before.

The star-studded road that leads the way is the most sensible sense.

Qianyuan stayed in the design institute, and the love between the two places has changed a lot. In two years, Xia Bingyan’s star road was out of order, and Qianyuan became the head of a small project in the design institute. The future is boundless. Xia Bingyan is already twenty-five years old. A woman of this age is more difficult in the entertainment circle and more difficult.

Qian Yuan was also half-joking and half-hearted, saying that he had to raise Xia Bianyan, which is already the meaning of marriage proposal. Xia Bingyan can't lose his pride, and he is deadlocked in the capital.

Zhang Shuming, who was originally a boxer, returned again as a major shareholder of a entertainment company.

The cliché story begins here. The distant distance and the words are not speculative, so that Yuan Yuan and Xia Bingyan are gradually drifting away. One day, he sees a game release from TV. Xia Bianyan wears costumes. When they spoke, the two broke out in a fierce quarrel.

Xia Bingyan accused Qi Yuan of not knowing the hardship of the star. Yan Yuan pointed to her to make money by walking away from the hole and deviate from her dream of singing.

Then, Xia Bingyan was packaged into a "legacy fairy", relying on the Chinese people's pursuit of the fairy tales, a hit. When he saw the slogan of the Huashan Mountain, he was worried that Lin Luoran was in a certain place in China. He accidentally saw this CD, which would bring trouble to Xia Bingyan and also hurt his girlfriend.

The two broke out in a fierce quarrel, and Yuan Yuan went away from home. Xia Bingyan used the red hair of Dongfeng Red.

After the end of the story, the soy milk has been cool, and Lin Luoran’s duck blood soup has long been eaten.

She put down the chopsticks and said what she saw in the background. "There are villains, and I can’t complain that you two are drifting away. I will not pursue it, it’s just your business..."

Qian Yuan smiled bitterly: "Zhang Shuming has long been known to take advantage of it, but the problem is from our own, the flies are not seamless eggs, she is proud of her temper, and her ears are soft. This is not the first time I misunderstood me."

Lin Luoran was speechless. It looked like he was in Huashan last time. It was also a roommate of Xia Bingyan, which made her and Qianyuan almost lose the possibility of starting. What can she say now? She can not care that others use her to be a gimmick, but the problem of Qi Yuan and Xia Bianyan is basically the ending of two extreme personalities.

Qi Yuan is not Zhang Shuming. He seems to be a clever tongue. In fact, he can't do anything low and lose his dignity.

Xia Bingyan is a arrogant woman in the sky. She grew up in the flattery of others, and her temper is cold and arrogant. Naturally, she can't accept her boyfriend's reluctance. Then, when the pink tone of love is gone, life still has to return to its true colors.

"Then, what are you going to do in the future?"

Qian Yuan hesitated, "Or go back abroad."

Lin Luoran, "Do not stay to serve the motherland?"

"I was in a hurry, I angered the leader of the design institute, and got my file. You know that in China, there is no archive relationship. I want to find a formal research institute and design institute. It is difficult to go to heaven. ""

Lin Luoran thought for a while and asked: "What do you learn about aerospace technology?"

Qian Yuan nodded.

The undergraduate students who study aerospace technology can also enter the design institute. The basic knowledge of Qianyuan is very solid. Lin Luoran has the idea to change his mind: "I said, the two futons, you didn't throw it at me, oh classmates."

When it comes to the futon, it will inevitably remind the Yuan Yuan of what happened at the top of Huashan. The heart of the thought seems to be yesterday's thing. It has been more than six years since he and he, and he and Xia Bingyan can no longer go back.

Of course, the futon did not lose, it was in the home of Qianyuan.

Lin Luoran borrowed a pen and paper from the staff of the canteen, wrote the address of Lin’s family and the telephone number of Yuan Ye. He called Qian Yuan to bring the futon to Rongcheng. Yuan will also contact him for Lu Sanchun. If there is no problem in the background, he will be arranged. Go to the base.

Qian Yuan took a note and asked for questioning. He looked up and disappeared.

Only the tableware that was still taken away on the table proved that it was not his reverie. Base is on the base, a man, not only love can live, he still has a career.

Qian Yuan solemnly collected the address, got up and left the canteen, and slowly walked out of the gate of China Southern Airlines.

After all, they were two people who once fell in love. At this moment, Xia Bingyan’s feelings were inductive, and the heart was hollowed out and was dug up. She did not find the yuan in the crowd...

She seems to have lost the boy who loves to tease her forever. The young youth will never come back again. Time flies. From this road, only Xia Bingyan himself.

The song that she sang at this time was clearly the first cheerful song, and Xia Bingyan’s tears overflowed and she damped her makeup.

Those fans who screamed and shouted, suddenly found the perfect idol on the stage, no image squatting down, crying like a wayward little girl.

Life is like this. Sometimes, there is no next time, no chance to come back, no pause to continue, missed the present, there will be no chance forever and ever.

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Dealing with trivial matters, Lin Luoran was lightly on the road. She set the train ticket for the night and bought some snacks to hide her eyes and ears. At 10 o'clock in the evening, in a crowd, the train left Jinling Station.

There was a mixed smell in the train, which made Lin Luoran almost swallowed. However, in this environment, she had to stay for forty or fifty hours, and had to hold her nose and eat a bowl of noodles.

At eleven o'clock, Lin Luoran was lying on the berth, covered with a quilt, and quickly fell into a dream. Without cultivation and no use of the technique, she can only turn herself into the most ordinary traveler, and look at this trip with a normal heart, perhaps to find what she wants.

On the second day, Lin Luoran had barely noticed the smell of the carriage, and she was completely integrated into it.

At 7:30 on the third day, Lin Luoran arrived at the destination.

Lhasa at night seems to be no different from other inland cities. Lin Luoran was somewhat deprived of oxygen and took a break to adjust.

There are some Tibetans, and there are also mandarins in suits and accents in the regional accent. Lin Luoran crowded the station along the crowd.

In this place, the law and order was extremely chaotic at night. Instead of sloshing in the city by night, she found a family hotel, took a hot bath, and used it to eat some mutton with astringent taste.

There are also selling scones, so big a piece of cake, Lin Luoran deliberately can not finish eating in one day.

At night, it is true that few women sway on the street. Female tourists like her are very dangerous. The owner of the family hotel saw a group of Tibetan youths coming over and greeted Lin Luoran to go upstairs.

Others are kind, Lin Luoran packed the kebabs and put them on the third floor.

The bed was clean and I watched TV for a while. I only had a local station. She hadn’t learned Tibetan yet. She ate a kebab and went to bed.

In the middle of the night, the mutton of the mutton let her get up and look for water. Looking out from the window, the hustle and bustle of the city has been quiet and quiet. Although Lhasa is not the same as imagined, Lin Luoran still feels that he is half-awake and half-awake. Turning through the tube, singing the Tantric scriptures she could not understand.

Early the next morning, Lin Luoran drank the butter tea provided by the hotel. He ate two meat buns with tea, retired the room, and carried the big bag to the inner city.

The new city of Lhasa, centered on the Potala Palace and Barkhor Street, runs to Sera Monastery in the north and Delong County in the west. Looking at Lhasa City, the Post and Telecommunications Building, the News Building, the Lhasa Hotel, the Tibet Hotel and the various buildings are dotted with each other.

It is said that when Princess Wencheng was married to Tubo, it was still a deserted beach. After the Jokhang Temple and the Xiaozhao Temple were built, the number of missionary monks and the people who came to the Buddha increased. Songzangao expanded the palace in Hongshan. Popularity, slowly became a famous city on the plateau.

Therefore, only when it came to Jokhang Temple and Balang Street, it was the real Lhasa.

Lin Luoran silently listened to the two tourists around, talking about the history of Lhasa, and decided to go to the Jokhang Temple.

She went down the river, but she did not expect that she could meet an unexpected person.