Tsering Gesang leaned against a low wall, holding half a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

In the hurry of coming out in the morning, he didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he only bought a bottle of mineral water on the way to cushion his stomach. But it's always not okay for people not to eat, and mixing water is nothing more than self-deception-style hunger, and soon the stomach ache is screaming. Although it was only a few hundred meters away from the supermarket in the airport hall, and only a dozen meters away from the stalls selling roasted sausages and roasted sweet potatoes not far away, he was stunned and didn't even bother to move the place, and he didn't have any intention of getting up.

The taste of pantothenic acid in the stomach is really uncomfortable, and the labor pain with a convulsive feeling is like a small crack that is constantly being torn apart, not overnight, but slowly and tormentingly, tearing people's nerves little by little.

It's like the heavy snow that doesn't stop for days and nights on a snowy mountain.

Layer by layer, even the cold seeps in through the cracks in the bones, and then suddenly avalanches at a certain moment.

When another burst of pain struck, Tsering Gesang casually pulled his coat together and leaned the back of his head against the wall, intending to rely on willpower to force through the pain. The sun shone through the clouds, and with the warmth of the gold edges, his silhouette was coated with a warm filter, and by tilting his head slightly, his appearance finally became clear.

This is a handsome and generous teenager with thick eyebrows, big eyes and thin lips, which can be described as beautiful.

He was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and there was still an unfading childishness between his eyebrows and eyes, but the sharp outline made his immaturity a little more unruly. If you look closely, you can also see that there is a light-colored scar on his chin, which seems to be full of stories, which is an invisible metaphor for a certain period of youthful and frivolous past.

It was an old wound, and after the scabs faded, now only a very light pink trace remained, and it was impossible to see it if you didn't look closely. If it weren't for the fact that he had lived in a place with strong ultraviolet rays for a long time, Tsering Gesang's complexion was a little darker, so that the healthy black color contrasted with the faint light pink, maybe the scar would have faded so much.

But the scars that have been left for many years can represent a piece of the past in themselves.

I must have been in a lot of pain at that time, and I had experienced pain and bleeding, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed until now. But many secrets were hidden by Tsering Gesang, just like the resolute look of the young man, he was too used to going through many things alone, but whenever he didn't have to speak, he was used to digesting alone.

is about the same as his person, and Tsering Gesang is such a person.

There are always a lot of tourists coming and going from the airport every day, and as a local tour guide, Tsering Gesang has certainly met all kinds of people. Everyone who enters Tibet has their own reasons, and those reasons are all touching and good-sounding, as if this is the pure land that has not entered the WTO, and when you come to Western Tibet, you can get some kind of liberation, and even the motives of your actions have become mysterious.

Tsering Gesang had heard too much of these words, and at first he was willing to follow their ideals and pursuits, and by the way, introduce a wave of local customs or strange experiences. Those words are naturally half-truths and half-truths, especially about legends and the like, how to come to other people's tastes, but as long as they can mobilize the emotions of the other party, they are considered to have achieved their goals.

And when he said these words, Tsering Gesang's purpose was also very simple.

He doesn't have the ability to purify sentient beings, and he doesn't have the addiction to being a spiritual mentor for those who meet in Pingshui, which is very unnecessary.

To put it bluntly, my life is still a mess, who can save anyone?

Therefore, those nonsense that is barely told with smiling faces is nothing more than to encourage those tourists to shop, let them buy more yak meat or horn combs, or tens of thousands or more of dzi nine-eyed stones, in exchange for those real money commissions, after all, putting money in their own pockets is the last word.

As for the more profound meaning, there is none.

In this regard, Tsering Gesang is quite calm, he is very clear about his position, and he has no more thoughts at all. He is just a Tibetan ground tour guide, barely trying to earn a little money to survive - not even life, just survival, not to mention the elderly and younger siblings at home to take care of, in such a situation, how can there be spare time to think of any ideals and pursuits?

So for those fake big empty words, he is a little disdainful.

If there was a little touch at the beginning, but later I heard it too much, it always made people feel the same, each clamoring for the pressure of liberating the world, and coming to this fairyland-like holy place is to find the pure land in his heart, as if he can get some kind of liberation and sublimation, the slogan is really loud, and it really makes people cry and laugh.

Just like the filming of several niche literary films in the previous year, it directly touched the sensitive nerves of some literary and artistic youths, and made many places popular. Everyone runs to Yunnan in a bunch, and they want to "go to Dali" in minutes, as if they have a trip to Yunnan like a check-in, they can harvest alternative glamorous encounters or a happy life, and start a new chapter. As everyone knows, it is not uncommon to fall into the trap of commercialization, and it is not uncommon for people to encounter glamorous encounters, and it is not uncommon for them to be cheated of money when they encounter wine trusts.

In fact, everyone is a layman, so why pretend to believe in men and women.

Tsering Gesang admits that he is a bit cynical, especially when the pain catalyzes it, and these impatience and boredom are even more unbearable.

Maybe I shouldn't have come to the airport today, but I should have gone to the snowy mountains again.

But.......

Even if you go to the snowy mountains again, it's not too late.

Probably because the stomach pain was too unbearable, Tsering Gesang quickly took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit one haphazardly, and smoked several times in a row. The cheap cigarette smelled of choking, and he bit the cigarette holder as if it would relieve the pain a little.

"Hey, Gesang, why didn't you come a few days ago?"

Just when Tsering Gesang closed his eyes and recuperated, a rather familiar voice disturbed his thoughts.

However, with just a short greeting, he heard who was coming, so he quickly opened his eyes and barely lifted his spirits. It was an uncle in his early forties, his dark skin was even more colorful against his ethnic clothes, and he had beads hanging from his wrists and neck, as well as Tibetan silver ornaments.

"There's something going on at home, don't worry, Uncle Yixi. ”

"It's still your sister's business, what's her name....... Yang Jin?"

At the mention of this name, Tsering Gesang's expression changed significantly, and the wide brim of his hat covered most of his expression, so that the emotions under his eyes were not very real, and only the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. But it was only a matter of moments, and it quickly dissipated.

"Yes, it's Sister Yangjin, I haven't found her yet. ”

"You kid admit death,"

Yang Jin is translated as Miao Yin Heavenly Maiden in Tibetan, and Yang Jin is also the Heavenly Maiden in Tsering Gesang's mind.

He still remembers the heavy snow that closed the mountain a few years ago, and the conflict between himself and his family has reached an irreconcilable level, so he will rush out of the door in a rage. At that time, I was just angry, and I knew that there were tigers in the mountains, and I preferred to go to Tiger Mountain, but I didn't want to get lost in the snow mountain, and I couldn't find the way down the mountain when I went around.

The youthful spirit and the arrogance of not being afraid of heaven and earth, many things seem impulsive and reckless, and those young people will have to pay a price after all, as for this price, whether it is good or not is life. If he hadn't met Yang Jin, Tsering Gesang would have died on that snowy night when he was fifteen years old.

How to describe the Yang Jin at that time?

She wore a white leather coat, long boots wrapped around her well-shaped calves, and a white fox fur hat on her head, pure and slightly elegant. Her long hair was draped over her slender shoulders, outlining the delicate contours of her body, and behind her was a torrent of snow that seemed to have never stopped from time immemorial.

"Snow ....... Snow Girl?"

The bright moonlight reflected on Yang Jin's body, fresh and soft, with an unattainable sense of distance. She walked step by step through the snow, with a little curiosity and surprise, Tsering Gesang was already about to freeze at that time, and it was difficult to even touch his lips up and down, so the murmur almost seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, and she looked hoarse inexplicably.

"Why did you come here, no outsiders are allowed to come in. ”

Her voice was clear and beautiful, and at that time, Tsering Gesang suddenly saw an immortal.

When you meet an immortal under the moon, that's it.

........

When he retracted his thoughts, Tsering Gesang replied in a low voice.

"I've been searching for days, but I haven't found it. ”

"Hey, the avalanche was quite big some time ago, and my daughter-in-law and I heard the news, and asked someone to inquire for you. If your sister was really on the snowy mountain at the time, she would have ....... Anyway, you kid, don't get your hopes up, sometimes the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, do your best to live in peace. ”

"I'll think of another way, Uncle Yixi. ”

Tashi Yeshi didn't see Tsering Gesang either, he raised his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, a little bit of the elder to appease the frustrated junior. It's probably because they chatted together on weekdays and basked in the sun to cultivate some friendship, and the scene was half-truthed at this time, and there was some truth in it.

"But don't be embarrassed, if you have anything to do with me, just ask. ”

"This ...... How good ......."

"The big guys are all peers, for so many years, you grew up under my nose, and it's really not easy. On weekdays, our brothers are giggling, and they can be regarded as supporting each other, and now when I really encounter you in trouble, I can watch and ignore it, this is all as it should be, what is polite. ”

"Well, I know, you're a good man. ”

With these few words, Tashi Yeshe touched Tsering Kelsang's cheap cigarette, which had only a few left, and smoked it nonchalantly. After that, there is a small talk about whether there is a match or not, as for how much you can help and what part you can help, it has become a tacit thing between each other, and no one will really compare this truth anymore.

The tour guides who squatted near the airport to pick up and pick up or charter a bus knew the schedules of each plane more clearly than their own schedules, which was their professionalism and a source of money, so they were naturally very attentive.

So only ten minutes later, Tashi Yeshi immediately came to his senses.

"It's coming, it's time for the direct plane from Dock City to Tibet.

Before Tsering Gesang could react, Tashi Yeshi looked at his watch, immediately took a few puffs of the half-smoked cigarette, then slammed the cigarette against the wall and stood up without saying a word.

"Hurry up, hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to rob Lao Bu of them. ”