If The Moon Won't Hold You

Chapter 38: preference

Cen Ning has hardly traveled far, but she did not tell Wei Pinfang about this trip to Tibet.

If the photographer is Wei Pinfang's death, then Tibet is her forbidden place.

Because once, her father died there.

Cen Ning didn't have so many forbidden places in her heart, and even because of her father, she yearned for that place even more. She wanted to know what exactly was the place that made her father so unwilling to hesitate.

Before departure, Cen Ning made a lot of preparations and strategies, and followed the team to the hospital for physical tests.

On the day before leaving, she could not sleep almost all night, but her heartbeat was speeding up, as if there was something waiting for her.

Lhasa is the place that a person must go in his life.

Some people say that Lhasa is a place that can only be experienced in person and cannot be imagined by photos or drawings. There are the sky and sunshine that you have never seen in your entire life, as well as palaces and mountains that instantly purify your soul...

These words are all true, of course, provided that you don’t get dizzy and have difficulty breathing as soon as you get there.

Cen Ning and his party of seven are the small branch of EternalCameraClub who chooses Tibet operations. When arriving at the scheduled inn, four of the group felt uncomfortable to varying degrees, but the strange thing was that Cen Ning did not belong to one of the four.

"Cen Ning." Putting down the luggage and resting in the room, someone knocked on her door.

After Cen Ning opened the door, he saw Xiao Sheng, another boy in Dabeihe's team.

Dabei: "Are you okay?"

Cen Ning shook his head: "I don't feel it, but Xixi and the others are uncomfortable and are still resting."

"Well, let them rest first. By the way, we two are going to have a look outside now. Do you want to get together?"

Cen Ning was anxious to go out for a walk, but she was embarrassed to be left behind when everyone did not act: "Okay, I'll get a camera."

"Um."

The three set off after taking the cameras. They also had no destination, just walking on the street at will, feeling the taste of this place. When I saw the scenery I liked, I took out a few pictures with my camera.

Cen Ning and Da Bei carried their respective lengths on their backs. With guns and shorts, wearing jeans and white shirts and other modern clothing, they stepped into this quaint and solemn place, as if they had come to another world.

Later, the three of them walked into Barkhor Street. At dusk, the golden light fell on the monks and nuns sitting on the ground, shining a quiet and ancient charm.

Cen Ning raised his hand and couldn't bear to press the shutter button.

After taking a few shots, looking back at the previous photos, Cen Ning paused slightly when he flicked a certain one. In the image, several female nuns put on their bodies in red robes, shook their prayer wheels, and closed their eyes and hummed.

The image is silent, but at that glance, it seems that they can be heard humming a distant divine comedy.

Cen Ning moved inexplicably, put away the camera, and stood and watched for a long time.

"Tsk, let you buy something for so long, it turns out to be secretly smoking!"

"I didn't waste time, so I bought a pack by the way."