Xu Zeyuan picked up the magazine of Traveler Without Boundaries and browsed the travelogue of the Ancient Tea Horse Road again, and couldn't help but read it out loud,

When the Nu River silently runs through the whole territory of Bingzhongluo, all kinds of fungi and precious medicinal materials grow quietly in the dense forest formed by rare trees such as dove tree, quince, and slaughtered cedar. The caravan traveled 70 kilometers from Bingzhongluo to Nyingchi, Tibet, to deliver supplies and travel to and from the market. Do you hear me? The horse team is marching on the Ancient Tea Horse Road, the gongs and bells are tinkling, echoing through the valley, more like breaking time and traveling through the past and the present. Even today, the 70 kilometers of the Ancient Tea Horse Road still fulfill his duty......

The copywriter is called Manjoo. The writing style of the article is to brush the vegetation in one stroke, the pen name is Manzhu, Lin Jinxi wrote Manzhu Shahua, and she took the first two words. Xu Zeyuan found the last issue of the journal, which had neither Lin Jinxi nor Manzhu in it, she was a newcomer, ranking last in the editorial team. Lin Jinxi was silent for half a year, and finally revealed his flaws, and he discovered them. Xu Zeyuan guessed that she was Lin Jinxi, so he immediately called according to the contact information on the magazine, and the reply was a little disappointing: Manzhu is just our special writer, it is inconvenient to provide her personal contact information, if you have questions, you can leave a message, we can answer. Xu Zeyuan continued to explore, is this photo on the Ancient Tea Horse Road new this month? If I go now, will I be able to see the exact same scenery?

Wait a minute, I'm going to make sure. The other party covered the microphone, and after a while, there was a reply, and the manuscript was sent back on the 28th of last month.

Sent back?

Right.

The journal was published on the 2nd of each month, and based on Xu Zeyuan's understanding of Lin Jinxi, she arrived in Bingzhongluo on the 25th or 26th, completed the manuscript on the 27th, and sorted out and sent the manuscript back again on the 28th. He knows her writing habits, not delayed, writing at an astonishing speed, and extremely efficient.

Originally, Xu Zeyuan planned to throw the flying target to any corner of the map of China blindfolded, completely hand it over to Providence, and go wherever he poked, he laughed at himself If he could bump into Lin Jinxi like this, he was destined to never let her go in this life, whether she loved her or not. But now it's different. Xu Zeyuan looked for the trajectory of the Ancient Tea Horse Road on the map of China, from Yunnan to Tibet, and the end point was Nyingchi, Nyingchi then went west to Lhasa, Lhasa went north all the way to the east Dangxiong, Nagqu, Qamdo, Yushu, Maduo, Xu Zeyuan realized, this is another famous ancient road - Tangbo Ancient Road. Penetrating this machine, making his blood excited and manic, she must have made a detailed road book, she will definitely not miss the Tangbo Ancient Road, this is her next trip. As if he was about to see her, he speculated on Lin Jinxi's expression when he saw him, and he was planning how to greet her, how are you? or, I miss you. Or, follow home. He didn't want to delay one more day and decided to set off immediately, if Lin Jinxi arrived in Lhasa City and went in the opposite direction, he would enter Tibet from Xining, all the way head-on, he prayed for God's blessing to make this not a chance encounter, he believed that his sincerity would be worthy of it.

Before leaving, he arranged the project follow-up and handover of the provincial company, and asked Mr. Jia for a month's leave. Xiaobai's engine was started, and Ah Chuang leaned against the window to say goodbye to him,

Brother, come back early, prepare more oxygen, it's high there.

Kindness. Don't fight, don't burn the house. Harmony makes money.

Don't worry, I know.

Call me if you have something, and ask your grandfather or your dad if you are in a hurry.

What are you looking for him?

Hire someone to help out when you're too busy.

Brother, don't nag, aren't you here every day these days, aren't you all doing it all by myself?

Money fans, gone.

Xu Zeyuan kicked away in the dust, and even the exhaust fumes thrown out of the exhaust pipe were happy.

After arriving in Xining, Xu Zeyuan finally perfected the equipment, oxygen, sleeping bags, gas stoves, instant noodles, portable tableware, and chose a dark kache-colored sunhat from the outdoor store, he looked in the mirror, white T-shirt, dark kage-pants, and a camera on his chest, he smiled wryly, feeling satisfied, and felt that when you were thinking of her, you would look more and more like her.

When he was checking out, the owner of the outdoor shop reminded him,

Brother that white car yours?

Be.

Driving into Tibet by yourself?

Be.

Which line to take?

Tangbo Ancient Road.

First time going?

Be.

It is better to take the Qinghai-Tibet line, the Sichuan-Tibet line, and it is best to be four-wheel drive off-road. It is difficult to go to Shu and it is difficult to go to the sky.

It's not the rainy season, and there are no mountains or landslides, so I'll just drive slowly. Xu Zeyuan did his homework and was optimistic.

See if there is anyone who is with you, be in company, and be safe. The boss is a typical Northwest man with a black face and a warm heart. He pointed to a small blackboard propped up on the shelf, with the lines, the names of the people, the way to enter the store, and the telephone number.

Where are the people?

From every direction. You can also leave your phone number on it and someone will look for you.

Xu Zeyuan memorized a few contact information of his planned carpooling companions, and by the way, he left his phone number, Lin Jinxi avoided him, and Xu Zeyuan wanted ubiquitous exposure.

Thank you, brother.

Have a safe trip.

After thinking about it again and again, Xu Zeyuan decided to enter Tibet alone, not to involve others, and not to be involved by others, he returned to count the approximate itinerary and necessary path of Lin Jinxi out of thin air, maybe they would meet again in Lhasa. He was sure that the article was written by Lin Jinxi, and he was sure that God would give him some mercy and achieve his wish for the sake of his sincerity.

In the evening, when carefully studying the route and itinerary, Xu Zeyuan received calls one after another, inviting them to travel together, some of them made an appointment to be a train companion together, some wanted to share the fuel cost by taking a ride, and some of them were in small groups to catch people and make up the numbers. was rejected by Xu Zeyuan.

Leaving in the early morning, Xu Zeyuan drove along the flat highway to the southwest, the closer to the Tibetan area, the more different the style, the sky is open, at a glance, the snow-white snow pattern is arranged in the blue sky. As the altitude progresses, the road winds along the terrain in the unknown mountains, and the weather in the plateau valley is like a doll's face, sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy, Xu Zeyuan and his Xiaobai sometimes penetrate into a dark rain cloud, sometimes rush out of the rainbow spectrum, enjoy the sunshine from the clouds. If the peasants who work tirelessly depend on the sky for food, then the travelers who walk on the plateau rely on the clouds to enjoy the light. Xu Zeyuan was attracted by the scenery of the plateau and the mind of the mountains, and at the same time began to experience the fatigue and slight headache brought to him by the altitude, he had to slow down, stop and take some photos, breathe in the cold air, and sober up. He underestimated the lethality of altitude sickness, and when he arrived in Maduo in the afternoon, the altitude of 4,200 meters made his symptoms worse than alleviated, and he found the best place to stay in the county, an overgrown courtyard, two rows of bungalows, about 20 rooms, no private toilets, and a row of tap water in the middle of the shared yard for washing. There was a stove and charcoal for making a fire in the room to protect against the cold of the plateau at night, and he took a painkiller, closed the fire, left the window for ventilation, and then went out to forage for food.

There is a restaurant next to the top inn in this county, Xu Zeyuan looked in, the diners were dressed similarly to himself, so he pushed the door in, chose a small table on the side and sat down, 6 or 7 guests at the adjacent table looked at Xu Zeyuan and nodded in greeting,

Brother, where did you come from?

Xining came by car.

We, from the north. Alone?

Be.

If you have the guts, let's go together. The people who greeted Xu Zeyuan called him Lao Wang.

Thanks, no need.

Together, we are also two waves of people. Lao Wang's companions also greeted Xu Zeyuan. Travelers who meet in different places sympathize with each other, especially men and women who have the courage to go up the mountain (referring to high altitude).

Those who come to Tibet are people who have stories, and if they don't, they will have them in the future. Lao Wang is about 45 years old, burly, he said that he must be a Tibetan in his last life, since the age of 37 he drove to Tibet every two years, the first time he drove a second-hand Alto all the way from the Qinghai-Tibet line, this time he and another couple of friends, a group of three self-driving. The other team is two pairs of young lovers who share the car and driver of the off-road club, they want to take advantage of their youth to travel to the most difficult holy places, leaving a horse Pingchuan for retirement, but the lover in love still does not understand, and the person who accompanies you when you are old may not be the one who has accompanied you up the mountains and down the sea.

You can't get on the Sichuan-Tibet line in this car, and you have to throw it halfway. After the meal, Lao Wang looked around Xu Zeyuan's car, and they stayed in the same luxury hotel.

The chassis is a little lower. Xu Zeyuan, who was suffering from altitude sickness, began to realize that there was a situation ahead that he did not expect.

If you want to listen to me, put the car down and follow me. Lao Wang is experienced.

Throw it here? Xu Zeyuan thought that this was a common asset with Lin Jinxi, and he was a little reluctant.

This boundary is different from the city, there is no village in front of the village, there is no store in the back, and it is not fun to be on the bad road. Lao Wang said very truthfully.

Go as far as you can. Xu Zeyuan has his stubbornness, even if he throws it, he throws it to a conspicuous place, increasing the probability of being discovered by Lin Jinxi.

The chill was faster and more intense than the night, Xu Zeyuan was lying on the bed tossing and turning, the headache of high reaction was more terrible than the headache of drunkenness, there was no time constraint and the more painful he was, the more sober he became. He kept getting up to put on the fire, opening the window for ventilation, and then going back to bed. The people sleeping next door were also crackling and moving, and the sound of the door closing in the courtyard from time to time was heard, and I am afraid that he was not the only one who could not sleep this night. In the middle of the night, Xu Zeyuan added a down jacket to his jacket, he pushed open the door to get a bottle of oxygen from the car, and the lights in the 6 rooms in the yard were on. He looked up at the starry sky that still couldn't relieve his headache, and he was sighing that nature was wonderful, and the difference between sea level and 4 kilometers above the sea level could magnify the stars more than ten times. In the darkness of the night, a burly figure opened the door and knocked on the door of the melt wall.

Xiao Zhao is okay, is it Lao Wang's voice.

It was Xiao Zhao's lover who opened the door,

Lao Wang, Xiao Zhao, has a terrible headache and is vomiting.

Xu Zeyuan took an extra tank of oxygen from the car and walked over,

Brother Wang, do you use oxygen?

Lao Wang looked at the situation,

You have to be taken to the hospital.

Xu Zeyuan helped Lao Wang carry Xiao Zhao into the car and went to the hospital together.

Xiao Zhao, who was infusion of oxygen and hanging water in the hospital, was half-asleep, and Mrs. Zhao was crying and annoyed by the side.

I said don't come, if you don't listen, your life will be lost.

Xu Zeyuan handed Mrs. Zhao a bottle of oxygen,

Sister, in such a high place, it costs oxygen to cry.

Outside the clinic, Lao Wang lit a cigarette, saw Xu Zeyuan come out, and handed one over.

Can this situation be left tomorrow? Xu Zeyuan asked.

It's not okay to go in or out, it's not okay to stay here. Look at them.

The two of them endured headaches in the cold wind, inhaling nicotine that made them relax mentally for a moment.

Early the next morning, the people gathered in the courtyard were ready to go while wailing for Gao Ying. Xiao Zhao and his wife left the team and decided to go home, Lao Wang, Xu Zeyuan and Xiao Zhao made a brief meeting and reached an agreement to let Xiao Zhao and his wife drive Xu Zeyuan's car back to Xining, transfer to the plane and turn back, Xu Zeyuan and Lao Wang went together.

The journey is like life, some people leave, some people meet, all the way around the circle, the end may not be the end you expected, as long as you don't forget the original intention, try hard and how to prevent regrets. Because no matter where you start or end, only the heart is the always.

Lao Wang followed another team's car to Zhalon Lake and Oron Lake, and talked about his 5-year-old son who was tiger-headed and tiger-brained while driving, as well as his wife who loved him and a good woman. But the conversation turned,

I don't love your sister-in-law, I have someone I love in my heart, but it's a pity that I missed it.

Some people use bad habits to make up for the shortcomings of unloved marriage, spend all day drinking outside, or get drunk and drunk, and go home to pretend to be harmonious and maintain the dignity of the marriage. Lao Wang used solo travel to escape from a guilty marriage, reminisced about his beloved woman alone, and gave himself a chance to breathe. And some people are obsessed and don't want to miss it. Xu Zeyuan looked at a trace of wrinkles in the corners of Lao Wang's eyes, and seemed to see what he and Meng Chen looked like after ten years of marriage, and he never regretted his original choice.

When Xu Zeyuan was driving, he told his own story, from his abandonment of Meng Chen, to Lin Jinxi's farewell, to the frustration of work, and why he came here. With no man's land, with the mountains and long roads, with the pious disciples who kowtow, with the air without impurities, with the lack of oxygen to the brain, even if you have a seven-foot body, you will unsuspectingly show the cartoon pattern on your pants to your companions. It is holy enough that all your sins deserve to be forgiven.

Lao Wang was moved by Xu Zeyuan's story, and when he looked out the window, he made a movement that seemed to wipe away tears, more like hanging on his own life that would never be repeated.

Lake Zarun and Lake Oro are called sister lakes, and it is said that it is here that Songzang Gampo personally greeted Princess Wencheng and held a grand ceremony, shining lakes, light clouds like thin gauze dyed by moisture, goshawks, and water birds. If Lin Jinxi was also there, she would presumably sigh to him, at least the day Princess Wencheng became a newlywed must have been happy. Xu Zeyuan looked at the calm lake, and then looked at the tourists who could be seen in the distance, and he gradually realized that looking for Lin Jinxi was equivalent to looking for a needle in a haystack.

On that side is the source of the Yellow River, which flows from the west mouth of Zhaling Lake. Lao Wang patted Xu Zeyuan on the shoulder and motioned for him to get into the car.

The cars of Lao Wang and the two young lovers went forward and backward one after the other, and then went forward for some distance, looking for a piece of high ground in an attempt to look at the sister twin lakes separated by Bayan Langma Mountain but crossed by the Yellow Source. Later, Lao Wang, Xu Zeyuan and their short-lived companions in the other car said goodbye to each other and took care of each other, and they will go all the way east to see the red Ruoergai grassland, while Lao Wang and Xu Zeyuan will go all the way west.

There are not many cars on the highway, and they are accompanied by believers who kowtow all the way, worshipping mountains, lakes, and temples all the way to the Jokhang Temple in Lhasa, and are proud to die on the pilgrimage.

Brother Wang, do you have faith?

No, but believe it or not, there are gods in the head. You see the locals, the whole life of the hope is to kowtow to the long head, thousands of miles away, eat and sleep in the open, throw yourself to the ground, kneel all the way to Lhasa, and then scatter all the wealth to worship the Buddha. We laugh at them for being stupid, but they are still laughing at us for being stupid, they get peace of mind, we get endless greed. Lao Wang has feelings, which is not unreasonable.

Non-stop, day and night, they passed through the Yushu Shengjing Mani Dui, visited the Qiangbalin Temple in Qamdo, and they found a lake-view house at Ranwu Lake to rest for a short time. After experiencing the influence of faith all the way and being impregnated by the incense of the temple, Xu Ze looked at the light gray lake of Ranwu Lake outside the window, and his mood was like the water surface of Ranwu Lake, and his heart was like stopping water.

What is a speech for a person? It is not taken from the appearance, if it is not moved? Why is it so? Everything has a way, like a dream cannon shadow, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.

Xu Zeyuan twisted the beads in his hand, and the scriptures of the "Diamond Sutra" flowed out quietly from Xu Zeyuan's heart. Xu Zeyuan was a little tired, and he could finally rest for a while.

In the evening, Lao Wang and Xu Zeyuan were drinking in the courtyard of the Youth Inn, and they almost adapted to the altitude.

Brother Wang, I don't want to look for it.

Brother Wang lit a cigarette and waited for the following.

Some things are not just something that you can find.

Giving up so soon?

It's not to give up, look for it this way, and can't find it. My phone number has never changed, in fact, if she wants to find me, it is easy.

It's good to figure it out, it's yours if you don't want it, it's not yours, no matter how hard you try, it's in vain.

Originally, they were going to go all the way west to Lhasa, but now they were going south to Nyingchi via Basu, and Lao Wang wanted to try his luck to see the true face of Nanga Bhava Peak, but he did not see the main peak because of the clouds on both passes.

The primeval forests of Bomi County are known for their shallow streams and lush forests, and the whiskers hang from the branches of the trees. Xu Zeyuan and Lao Wang fully breathed oxygen in the forest, and then drove to Nanga Bhava Peak, when they arrived at the viewing platform, they were also unlucky, the thick sea of clouds covered the sky and the sun, and there was no shadow of the mountain, but it was like a sea of clouds.

It's no fun, it's a bit cloudy. Lao Wang was disappointed.

We have been waiting for 3 days, and by 3 p.m., the clouds have not cleared again, and we are gone. Another group of tourists looked into the distance in frustration, while telling Lao Wang and Xu Zeyuan the bad news.

Brother Wang, find a place to eat first, it's 11 o'clock, and I'll come back after eating.

You say how much you have to memorize this, three times, three times, all say that things are no more than three, and it is impossible to see it in this life.

Nanga Bhava is known as the 'Father of the Tibetan Mountains', and because of the clouds and mist all year round, he rarely shows his true face and adds to the mystery, and tourists feel lucky to see his true face.

Life is as interesting as the journey, you can't get what you want, but you often get it inadvertently. After driving for more than an hour, Lao Wang took Xu Zeyuan to the most famous restaurant in Lulang for dinner.

Stone pot chicken - the famous dish here, the pot is from the back of Motuo. When I first came here, the boss said that the stone pot chicken should be simmered for 4 hours over a low heat, and it must be reserved. The second time, I expected it a day in advance, but that time, the two teams said that they were going to rush to shoot the light on Lulangpo, but they didn't succeed. Let's eat some stone pots and do something else. I'm at odds with the aura of this realm. Lu Lang and Nanga Bhava are the great regrets of the old king.

Xu Zeyuan smiled and turned his head to ask the older man standing behind the front desk in the store.

Boss, is there a stone pot chicken?

Yes. Someone booked yesterday and just canceled today. Just stewed. Eat?

Xu Zeyuan and Lao Wang looked at each other and smiled, and ate in unison.

Damn, you don't know which one comes first, the accident or tomorrow. Lao Wang raised his eyebrows.

For days, they were wrapped in raw grains of rice, medium-rare noodles and a slightly strange flavor. A gluttonous feast after a long absence, satisfying the appetite and soothing the frustrated or helpless souls of the two.

After the meal, Xu Zeyuan insisted on turning back to the observation deck, and the convoy that had just been waiting in disappointment was still there, and they were blown down by the cold wind.

It was half past three, and in another hour it would be dark. One of the team members speculated.

Withdraw. The other calls the shots.

The whole team evacuated.

Are you still waiting? Someone asked Xu Zeyuan.

Xu Zeyuan glanced at the thick sea of clouds, and then at Lao Wang, who didn't know if he was okay,

We've been on the road for a day, and here's a break.

Good luck!

I wish you all the best on your journey.

The two cars evacuated the scene, and the observation deck became a charter for Xu Zeyuan and Lao Wang, and Xu Zeyuan began to support the camera stand, anyway, the calories he had just replenished needed to be consumed.

Rest assured, this cloud will not disperse. Lao Wang, the confidence is not strong.

The tripod has been properly placed, Xu Zeyuan looked at the camera frame and saw a little golden light in the clouds.

It's an outcrop, isn't it?

No way. Lao Wang didn't dare to take another look.

Brother Wang, really, look at it.

How can there be such a good thing, eat the stone pot chicken, and still see Nanga Bhava? Attention, it's too greedy. Lao Wang's casual glance at the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Wan Nian, his expression and body stiffened, as if it was not Xu Zeyuan who found Lin Jinxi, but Lao Wang found the lost true love,

I X.

The clouds were blown into mist by the wind, the mist did not disperse, around the waist of the peak, the snow-covered peak showed a shy face, the sky in the mountains at half of 4 o'clock was like our evening, the afterglow of the sunset was impartially reflected on the peak of the main peak.

Do you know what it's called? Golden Dome, Buddha Light, Buddha Light Golden Dome. Lao Wang was incoherent, he ran to the main road and shouted and cheered loudly towards the convoy that had been waiting for three and a half days.

Come back, show up, come back.

'Back ~ come ~' echoed in the mountains.

Xu Zeyuan was also infected by Lao Wang's excitement, and shouted loudly at the jade belt around his waist and the golden Nanga Bhava Peak,

Lin Jinxi, where are you?