On the morning of May 15, it was sunny, the wind was smooth, and the air was refreshing.

When Bai Lotian drove his car through the gate of the community, Professor Feng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, handed Bai Lotian an envelope containing the key to the house, and asked him to get out of the car and hand it to the doorman, asking the doorman to keep it on his behalf.

Professor Feng was wearing a high-necked gray trench coat and a mask, his eyes were solemn, and his attitude was resolute without a trace of hesitation.

When a Boeing 757 airliner painted blue and white landed at the Rasa airport, Professor Bai Lotian and Professor Feng followed the flow of people and walked down the ladder.

After getting off the shuttle bus, the two picked up their luggage from the hall and walked out of the Concourse of Lasa Airport.

Two policemen in black civilian clothes were waiting at the exit, one was tall and thin, fair-faced, with slender eyes and sharp corners, and the other was stocky and stocky, with dark skin, with a distinct scar on his forehead, thick lips, and sharp eyes. They had a faint smile on their faces, and the two were recognized as soon as they appeared--- presumably having seen their photos.

The policeman took the luggage of the two people, greeted them in a whisper, looked at each other for a few seconds, and after making sure of it, led the two of them along a painted road that had just finished marking the line and walked to the parking lot not far away.

"Wow, that's beautiful!" Bai Lotian saw a dark green jeep, which was parked in the distance, which should have been a station wagon for them.

The police ignored Bai and walked straight to a dark gray Wrangler car next to the dark green jeep, which was dilapidated and looked like a gray cardboard box.

The policeman put their luggage into the trunk of the "Wrangler", turned to Professor Feng and said: "Professor, this car is for you, although the appearance is cold, but the components inside are specially made, absolutely ensure the safety of plateau driving, do not attract attention." ”

"Thank you very much, or you guys are thoughtful. Professor Feng thanked.

"I still like the one next to me. Bai Lotian muttered quietly, his eyes skimming to the beautiful and handsome big jeep.

"Alright, Rakuten, we're not here to travel. The professor looked at him.

After the police handed over the key to Bai Lotian, he boarded the big jeep next to him and drove away from the parking lot at a high speed.

After the two got into the car, they found that there were many essential items for highland exploration, as well as a few phone numbers in case they needed it. There is a lot of space in the car, all kinds of equipment are complete, it is very comfortable to sit in it, it is not as unbearable as it seems, Bai Lotian gave a thumbs up and praised it in a muffled voice.

"Where are we going? ”

"To the 'Future Hotel'," said Professor Feng, "I have checked the map, it is the city center, and the conditions of the hotel are very good, so we will have a good time and embark on a new journey tomorrow." ”

"Okay!" Bai Lotian took out his mobile phone, set up the navigation, and then started the car engine.

After a roar of motors, the dark gray "Wrangler" drove along the airport service road towards the city center.

After the car drove down the gentle slope, there was a wide cement road of blue-gray color, the road was lined with green big-leaved privet trees, and occasionally red-leaved heather trees planted with dark red leaves, and the sign of "Duosenge Road" flashed, and then, according to the navigation prompts, Bai Lotian bypassed a bare hill and drove onto the "Jinzhu Middle Road", which is a newly built painted road, and the road surface is like a puddle of water under the sun.

The closer you get to the city center, the traffic gets denser, and there are more people on the road, most of them wearing Tibetan clothes, their skin is brown and dry, and their eyes are dark, exuding a warm and kind luster. There are tall, burly Kham men with bright red heroic ears on their heads, who put their hands into each other's sleeves and bargain through gestures, as well as small, fair-skinned southern businessmen who speak stiff Mandarin and shout to sell their goods, and tall foreigners with red noses and blue eyes, leisurely enjoying life.

The "Future Hotel" is located on Octagon Street, which was originally just a turning road, known to the Tibetans as the "Holy Road", and has gradually expanded into a famous commercial center and a bustling area of Lasa.

Bai Lotian drove the car slowly, passed the shops on both sides of the street, passed through the bustling crowd, and entered the Riji alley, which was narrow and long, paved with clean bluestone slabs, and was a quiet place in the midst of trouble.

Soon, a small snow-blue building came into view, that is, the "Future Hotel", like a beautiful girl standing on the hillside like the moon, elegant and elegant, with fluttering clothes.

After Bai Lotian parked his car in a nearby parking lot, the two of them took their duffel bags and walked to the small snow-blue building.

After checking in at the front desk, the two went down the wooden staircase to room 301 on the third floor and put their luggage in the room.

"Go out for a walk, have a little wine, and relax?" Professor Feng raised his eyelids and said to Bai Letian.

"I can't ask for it, it's a great honor, respectful, wise professor. Bai Lotian made a gesture of bowing and worshipping, which caused Professor Feng to laugh.

The two changed into casual clothes and walked out of the "Future Hotel" slowly, strolling down the steps and blending into the noisy street market.

As the sun sets, the afterglow turns the building into a golden sculpture. A light breeze blows in the face, and what hits the eye is the Tibetan family's house, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the blue sky, the thin clouds, and the golden sunshine.

With the bustling flow of people, the two walked to the southwest corner of Bajiao Street, where they saw a unique Tibetan tavern, where a beautiful woman in a Tibetan skirt was standing at the door, attracting tourists, her Tibetan skirt was like a colorful cloud, extremely gorgeous.

Two hours later, countless bright stars twinkled in the dark blue night sky, the street lights had been turned on, and the two men came out of the tavern, their steps staggering, their faces red, and the voices of their conversations became louder and smaller, and gradually became drunk.

The streets are full of people, or strolling leisurely alone, or in groups of three or two, rubbing shoulders, as if they appeared in an instant, scattered all over the streets.

In the dark of night, after a while, the two turned a corner and walked into Duiji Alley, just as the two were admiring the charming plateau night, a noise of gongs and drums came into their ears.

"It's so lively, go check it out!"

The two of them said in unison, their eyes looking in the direction from which the voice came.