"Hmmmm, yes, the auditor of Jian Da will settle the account." Yan Ce's brain was also much clearer, and the real satiety also made him feel a lot more comfortable.

Jian Yue jumped on his legs, rode straight onto the other's lap, held the other's face and said fiercely: "So Yan Ce has to be good, and there can be nothing in his life, otherwise I will settle the account with you."

"Okay, Yan Ce knows and remembers it." Yan Ce closed his eyes abruptly and hugged him tightly, "Nothing will happen."

The strong hug made Jian Yue feel incomparable to everything. Maybe he should be braver and learn to protect Yan Ce from the wind and rain, instead of relying only on Yan Ce to be safe.

"Yan Ce." Jian Yue put her head on the other's shoulder, "Do you like me very much?"

"I love it very much." Yan Ce's warm big hand patted the other's back, "I also like it very much."

"There are so many people in the world, including the sun, stars and moon, mountains and plains, aurora and meteors, and flowers and plants, but Yan Ce only likes me."

Yan Ce hummed, "It's like Yue Yue only likes Yan Ce."

"Let's go see the stars." Jian Yue suddenly straightened up and said with light in his eyes.

Yan Ce paused for a while before saying a good thing, but he actually wanted to say that he seemed to have seen the stars in Jian Yue's eyes.

The night on the plateau was particularly cold. They put on thick down jackets, sat on the conglomerate, and talked loudly under the stars.

Jian Yue held a mobile phone in one hand to turn on the light, and Yan Ce's notebook in the other, and said lightly:

"We had dreams back then, about literature, about love, about traveling across the world."

"Now we drink in the middle of the night, the cups touch each other, and it's the sound of broken dreams."

"North Island, The Polish Visitor."

When the poem fell, the two of them sighed inwardly at the sky, falling into infinite reverie.

Holding the notebook, Jian Yue suddenly said to the people around him, "Yan Ce, you are really..."

"What is it?"

"It's really romantic." Jian Yue sighed again, "It's a pity it's mine alone."

Yan Ce let out a laugh and rubbed the other person's hair, "The more you understand me, the one who understands romance."

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The next day they saw the sister lake at the foot of Haizi Mountain, and then went to Batang County by the Jinsha River. After staying for a day, their car crossed the Jinsha River Bridge and officially entered the border of Tibet.

After passing through the Lancang River Grand Canyon, most of the places you pass are winding mountain roads, and there are steep peaks and road sections at a glance.

When they arrived at Dongda Mountain Pass, they just caught up with a sunrise and danced together at sunrise for the first time.

Before arriving in Lhasa, they had a feast of color in Nyingchi.

After seeing the mountains, rivers, snowy plains and deserts all the way, everything in Linzhi is updating their visual information.

The two sides of the majestic Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon are deep red, the Nanga Bawa Peak is full of shame in the clouds, the orange-red and golden Lulang Linhai is dizzying, the Niyang River gradually changes from blue to green, and the plants on both sides are also dizzying. Transitioning from dark green to golden...

Nyingchi, in the strong autumn mood, is a majestic and high-key plateau oil painting, so rugged and beautiful that it can make one's breath stagnate.

They arrived in Lhasa two days after leaving Nyingchi. On the way, they stopped in Basongcuo for a day. After seeing the green plateau lake, they set off on a fire.

When the two came to the Potala Palace, the god of the world, they understood what the sanctity of faith was.

They originally regarded this place as the end point, but when they arrived at this Sunlight City, they felt that all this was the starting point.

The blue sky blew away the blooming clouds, and they sat on the square in front of the Potala Palace for a long time, and it was difficult for them to recover.

Yan Ce turned his face back and suddenly asked, "Yueyue, do you remember the poem I read to you in the Tsangyang Gyatso Museum in the Qianhu Tibetan Village when we just arrived in Litang?"

"Remember."

Jian Yue looked back at Yan Ce with those eyes that contained thousands of mountains and rivers, and said word by word:

"Living in Potala, I am the biggest king in the snowy area, wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world."

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Chapter 77 C-76

A year has passed by.

Last year, Yan Ce and Jian Yue just left Lhasa today, and then went to Namtso and Yamdrok Yongcuo. After seeing the plateau, they made a more important decision, and that was to continue.

In the past year, they first traveled all over Xinjiang, and left a memory in Yili that they worked hard to help each other in life and death; half a month later, they went east and danced another dance on the edge of Qinghai Lake; One day, they went to the westernmost end of the Hexi Corridor to see the long history of Dunhuang.

This year, they spent the Spring Festival in Hohhot. At the beginning of the spring, they indulged their horses on the endless Xilin Gol Prairie. The perfect stitching between the grass and the skyline made them forget the rules of time.

After leaving Inner Mongolia, they headed south to cover most of China, and on a midsummer night, they boarded a plane and flew to America.

At the end of the continent of South America, they saw the Iguazu Falls in the movie as they wished. Yan Ce recorded the sound of the water with his mobile phone, thus proving that time has a sound.

Everything in Rio de Janeiro is frenetic. They ran recklessly on the beach and lost their grudge against the sea; the last stop in South America, they chose Peru to see Machu Picchu, which Yan Ce had longed for in his notes.

Afterwards, they flew to Australia, where Yan Ce had stayed for three years. After half a month of training, they flew directly to North America. Yan Ce borrowed a violin from a local man on the edge of Moraine Lake in Canada. , played Elgar's "Love Salute" for his most beloved...