President, please respect yourself

"Yang Chuo, this is my own business, we are just an employment relationship!"

He was silent for a while, still shaking his head stubbornly, responsibility did not allow him to leave halfway.

Liang Wenfan was a little helpless: "Okay, now I will unilaterally terminate the contract. Yangchuo, go home."

Yang Chuo was taken aback for a moment, then buried his head.When he looked up at Liang Wenfan again, his eyes were already full of tears: "Mr. Liang, thank you."

When parting, Yang Chuo took off his hat, lowered it to the ground, bowed deeply to Liang Wenfan, and made a big Tibetan gift: "Mr. Liang, you are a kind and good person. Buddha will bless you to find the one you love."

Liang Wenfan smiled helplessly, good man?This was the first time in his life that he heard someone comment on him like this, not a playboy, not a golden bachelor, not a cold president!

After bidding farewell to Yangchuo, Liang Wenfan drove north from Lhasa along the Qinghai-Tibet Highway alone, and continued to search.

He didn't know if it was possible to find Hu Xiaowei, but he thought, if he could drive like this until the end of his life, it would be good, at least there is still hope!

Xiaowei, making you cry and struggle in this chaotic world will be the greatest disaster in his life for Liang Wenfan.

Two days later, Liang Wenfan arrived at an unknown hill. There was a small lake at the foot of the mountain, and the lake water was crystal clear!

Liang Wenfan stopped by the lake, took a rest, and washed the car by the way.The severe cold of early winter is approaching, and the cold air in the lake penetrates into the skin through the boots. After all, this is the meltwater of the snow-capped mountains, which is extremely cold.

Looking at his own reflection in the water, Liang Wenfan felt that he was almost as dark as a Tibetan, with a beard all over his face.

At this time, a faint cry made him look up suddenly.A small figure ran towards him quickly from a distance.

Putting down the bucket in his hand, Liang Wenfan quickly walked up to him.It was a little Tibetan girl about seven or eight years old. She rushed in front of him, grabbed his clothes, and cried to him in Tibetan, "Uncle, save my sister!"

"What's wrong with your sister?" Liang Wenfan hurriedly asked her in his not-so-fluent Tibetan.

"She and I were doing laundry by the lake, and it collapsed. I couldn't wake her up," she said, sobbing.

"Where is your sister?"

She pointed her finger up the way she had come.

After crossing a small hill, the back of a woman lying on the lakeside appeared in front of Liang Wenfan.She was wearing a blue Tibetan robe, her long, dull hair was scattered, and a plastic basin full of clothes was overturned beside her.Liang Wenfan couldn't see her face, but her familiar body outline began to make Liang Wenfan's heart beat wildly.

Putting down the little girl and squatting down next to the blue figure, Liang Wenfan carefully and urgently turned her over, brushing off the hair covering her face.

That face, which he thought about day and night, thinking that there was no hope of seeing him again in this life, was now quiet and pale. Her usually bright and bright eyes were tightly closed at this moment, looking black and swollen.

Liang Wenfan held her into his arms with trembling hands, hugged her tightly, and never let go.

Finally, after traveling through wind, rain, frost and dust, snowy wasteland, and just when she was about to despair, he found her.

Liang Wenfan was crying from the bottom of his heart, it was all his bastard who caused her to suffer so much!

"Uncle, what's wrong with my sister?" Liang Wenfan woke up from the ecstasy and confusion at the little girl's words.

Quickly check Hu Xiaowei's heartbeat and breathing, but fortunately everything is normal, it seems that she just passed out.Liang Wenfan picked her up and walked towards the car.She was so light that she almost lost her weight.

Carefully put Hu Xiaowei on the back seat and let the little girl sit beside her to support her, and then drove towards her house according to the little girl's instructions.

Her home is about a 5-minute drive from the lake.The little girl's name was Dara, and she was relieved to hear that her sister was fine.

"Is she really your sister?" Liang Wenfan asked her.

"She was brought back from Lhasa by Uncle Jie Qu. But she is just like my sister," Dala said.

Liang Wenfan probably understood what was going on.

"How is your sister usually?"

"She is always nauseous, dizzy and can't eat. The adults tell her to rest more, but she always refuses to listen, and she will leave if they don't let her do things."

"Does she have to do a lot?" Liang Wenfan asked with a heavy heart.

"Yes, she has to take care of grandpa, my brother, and help with cooking and washing clothes."

Listening to Dala's narration, Liang Wenfan's heart twisted into a ball.Her dizziness and anorexia are typical chronic altitude sickness, and under such conditions, she has to do such heavy labor, no wonder she is so pale and thin.Her fainting was probably due to malnutrition and exhaustion.

Turning around a hill, a small Tibetan-style building made of adobe bricks with colorful Mani streamers floating on the top appeared in front of you.A Tibetan Mastiff was lying in the yard, basking in the sun leisurely.

Carefully carrying Hu Xiaowei who was still unconscious out of the car, Dara quickly ran into the house calling "Auntie".

A Tibetan woman in her thirties came forward, she should be Dala's aunt Mary.Behind her was a boy slightly older than Dara.Liang Wenfan nodded to them and said in Tibetan, "Hello."

Mary looked at Hu Xiaowei in panic, and shouted: "Dawa!"

Dawa?Is this the name they gave Hu Xiaowei?

The second floor is Hu Xiaowei's room, carefully put her on the bed, Liang Wenfan carefully took off her shoes and covered her with a quilt.

Then he turned around and said to Mary who was following him: "Hello, I am her family member. She has been missing for several days. I am here to find her. Thank you for taking her in! Thank you!" After finishing speaking, Liang Wenfan treated her well A gift!

Mary told Liang Wenfan: "Jie Kuo said that when he was accompanying my father to turn around in the Jokhang Temple, a girl who was wearing very thin clothes was walking in front of him, and suddenly she fell down. Jie Kuo helped her up and said that she was cold all over and her forehead was swollen. It was hot, and she was sick at first glance. Jie Kui wrapped her in a robe and sent her to the hospital. The doctor said that she had caught a cold and hadn’t eaten for too long. She woke up the next day, and Jie Kuo fed her Ask her something, but when she asked her something, she burst into tears and didn't speak. Jie Qu and Abba got the medicine from the hospital and took her home. Our whole family likes her very much, and she has nowhere to go, so we just I stayed there. I asked her what her name was, but she didn't say anything, so Jie Chu named her Dawa."

Mary tucked the quilt covering Hu Xiaowei's body and continued: "She has helped the family a lot. The second daughter-in-law was sick in bed after giving birth a few months ago and could not work. Dawa took care of the child. , Dolma and Abba, helping me with the housework. Without her, I really can't cope. But she has been in poor health and eats very little. She can't eat the beef and mutton that we Tibetans eat. Zhan, I only eat some highland barley noodles, milk, and some vegetables and fruits Jie Qu sometimes went to the market to exchange. Alas, this girl doesn’t know what’s sad, she sheds tears at the lake water when she’s free.”