The sun was setting as it was nearing dusk, and the glow was thick to reddening enough to hide a lot of things.

Bai Yi's sharp gaze swept down Tsering Gesang's cheeks, when the topic was related to emotional issues, this young man had obvious emotional changes, is this love but not or gain and loss?

After all, love is disturbing, and immortals and Buddhas are also unavoidable, as long as they are not rational enough, they are the source of flaws.

All thoughts went on in silence.

In the interval between Tsering Gesang's eyes, Bai Yicong had silently withdrawn his gaze. He took He Manzhou's hand, not letting his little girlfriend stay away from his sight too much, and at the same time looked at the surrounding environment unhurriedly, carefully observing this homestay that did not seem unusual at first glance, trying to distinguish some clues from the environment that was easily overlooked.

For example, there are some clues about the Snow Maiden.

Many questions that cannot be answered directly need to be found by Bai Yi, and in this process, it is essential to spend some thought. But it doesn't matter, the truth is the most unlied, and all the things that have happened will not be smoothed out even if they are covered up by lies.

What is the relationship between Tsering Gesang and the Loulan Wu Clan, and why does he know the secret of the Snow Maiden.

Who was the girl who made him almost lose control of his emotions?

There are no answers to these things for the time being. However, now that you are in the middle of the puzzle, will you be far from the end of the puzzle?

The sun was about to set, and the blue sky was forced to become more and more colorful by the fading blue, and a touch of blue and black mixed with the night was burned by the fading sunset, like a dying struggle The beauty was being swallowed up by the darkness, becoming the beginning of a long night, until finally completely dissipated between the stars, like a handful of scattered ash.

With this afterglow, Bai Yicong looked at this small courtyard that can be called a "homestay".

Although the area here is not large, it is really antique, but also with a strong national style, which is enough to be called beautiful.

As the heir of the Tianwentang Museum, He Manzhou is familiar with various historical details, after all, he has been mentioned by He Sheng since he was a child. As the head of an antique family, Bai Yicong has been dealing with antiques for many years, and he doesn't even need to look up relevant information before entering Tibet, so he has the most basic understanding of Tibetan areas. The walls of Tibetan dwellings are thick and thin, the shape is large and small, the building plane is relatively simple, generally more square plane, there is also a curved ruler-shaped plane, this is their special architectural style, the most representative of which is the watchhouse.

The watchhouse is a common form of Tibetan residential architecture in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in southwest China and parts of Inner Mongolia. It is also recorded in the Book of the Later Han Dynasty that this kind of building existed as early as six years before the Han Yuan Dynasty and Ding Dynasty, and it can be said that it is a building with a sense of history, and the current homestay is one of the representatives.

But—

Bai Yicong looked a little carefully, and quickly found some differences in details.

At first glance, there is nothing unusual about it, but a closer look at the historical documents or the ordinary, dilapidated houses around you will reveal the difference. It is said that the B&B is actually a little disappointed by the mind of the owner of the small courtyard, not so much that this is a typical watchhouse, but rather on the basis of the watchhouse, in order to cater to the tastes of tourists from all over the world, specially designed and decorated, in view of the product between tourist attractions and hotels.

"It's pretty here. ”

Before Bai Yicong could say anything, He Manzhou's clear and beautiful voice came.

The little episode about Tsering Gesang just now was so lightly left behind by Miss He, although she knew that the main purpose of this time was not to travel, but after all, this was the first time she and Bai Yicong traveled with her seriously, no matter how confused and stressful the road ahead was, it couldn't stop the pink bubble in He Manzhou's heart, and the happiness index became uncontrollable and skyrocketed.

With the sunset everywhere, the figures of the two people were stretched out, and Bai Yicong and He Manzhou walked slowly hand in hand in the tourist resort, and the picture was as beautiful as a very moving frame in a romantic love movie. The days of having lovers with each other are rare after all, especially when two people have just made a clear relationship, all the sweetness has become more rare because of the label of "the first time", as if every bit of getting along has an irreproducible sweetness, everything is novel and beautiful, and any little detail is worth cherishing and savoring.

Thinking like this, He Manzhou's eyes secretly looked at the man beside him.

With the action of following Bai Yi from the ten fingers, the warmth of his palm spread along the fingertips, making people indescribably down-to-earth and reassured. At this juncture, although the purpose of this trip is to investigate those things about the treasure of the relic, but in the past, it is a very special date, rounding up is a honeymoon together.

Such a rare experience, how can you not cherish it.

"Hey, Bai Yicong, have you been to Xizang earlier?"

"Probably. ”

Facing the girl's sparkling eyes, Bai Yicong responded casually.

At a deeper level, he didn't say much, or that it was not the time to say that this trip to the West and Tibet was not accidental, and Bai Yi must have been here from earlier, such as looking for the terrible cave that caused him and He Sheng to disappear, and getting a glimpse of the true face of the evil god of Loulan. But those memories have not yet been fully connected, and there is no need to say these words in the current situation.

It's so scenic.

After all, at this moment, the corners of He Manzhou's lips were slightly raised, and his delicate and moving face was visiting the surroundings with great interest. The confusion and long-distance travel of the first step off the plane were briefly suppressed in the face of enthusiasm, and she was very good at regulating her mood, and she was bitterly happy to provoke a little interest.

Since the little girl is in the mood to visit, what does it matter if she is busy, just follow her.

In other words, if you can make her happy, why not?

"This watchhouse is really beautiful, you can see that there is a small lock on this climbing vine. ”

He Manzhou didn't know Bai Yi's silent connivance from this moment, he just looked at the intersection of the wind horse flag and the vines, and his slender fingers fiddled with the small lock hanging on it, showing great interest throughout the whole process.

It was a delicate model, with the name written in red marker on the bright gold lock body, and then fastened to the iron ring hanging on the wall. Some of the different handwriting of each person is messy and wild, and some are delicate and delicate, and they can probably distinguish the name, but in the end, it gradually seems not real enough under the wind and rain of the years, and even the small gold lock that was hung earlier has been covered with a thin layer of patina, losing the brilliance of the surface, so that it is a little dull.

But that doesn't stop the good morals.

He Manzhou thought to himself that the couple who were in love at that time must have also stopped in front of this beautiful homestay holding hands, and wrote each other's names on the small gold lock one by one. Tenderness and sweetness are precipitated between the handwritings, perhaps a cloudless sunny day, or a hazy sky mixed with a drizzle and breeze.

Or maybe it's the sun that is shining so much at the moment.

And these small details are actually not important, no matter which one is possible, it is just the embellishment of this relationship, a piece of pen and ink in obsession and romance, and the icing on the cake in a moving chapter. What really matters is that the emotions of the young couple at that time were recorded on this small gold lock, engraved in the handwriting of the red marker.

The delicate lock is fastened to the iron ring, as if a relationship is firmly locked.

An appointment is established, and there are no regrets.

No matter how the feelings of the owner who hung this small lock changed after that, and how the time that would not flow backwards like flowing water passed, a certain moment in the past was stopped here. This is a witness and a commemoration, a tribute after the passage of time, and an emotion after the passage of thousands of sails. After countless rains and winds, it is still vivid, like a certain degree of immortality.

That's why souvenirs exist.

"This is a lover's lock, write your name on the lock and hang it under the wind horse, you will get the testimony and blessing of the gods, and it can also make your relationship smoother, which is a tradition on our side. In addition to the lover's lock, there is also a single prayer lock, which can bless peace, smooth career and study, increase financial luck, ward off evil spirits and dangers, and also have the function of improving people's luck and luck. ”

While He Manzhou was fiddling with this row of small golden locks, Tsering Gesang's voice came through the wind.

In this long journey from the airport to the B&B, Tsering Gesang almost didn't take the initiative to speak, almost silent all the way, and the few words were not looking for He Manzhou's stubble, or paving the way to find He Manzhou's stubble.

So much so that He Manzhou almost forgot that Tsering Gesang was the paid guide and tour guide of this trip to Kawagebo Peak, not a private car driver who didn't need to talk about anything, or only knew how to smoke silently and wouldn't talk to others for days.

And at this moment—

Probably felt that the atmosphere was too embarrassing, and it was not surprising that there was no long or short silence, but when it came to a deeper understanding, it was just that Tsering Gesang was touched by He Manzhou's words and touched a very obscure corner of his heart, and suddenly remembered the sudden avalanche of Kawagebo Peak and Yang Jin's non-saying goodbye, so that thousands of thoughts choked in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

....... Those words that will be said and unspoken, Yang Jin clearly wants to say.

But why, in the end, she didn't say anything?

Tsering Gesang has thought about this question more than once, and he has not been less inclined to do so.

Is it because he is not mature enough, it is really like He Manzhou said - "I don't understand my life, where will girls rely on you", so Yang Jin is unwilling to deliver all his trust?

What if they had been braver at that time? Could they really have escaped the cursed fate of the Wu clan for generations, from the terrible cycle of entanglement, or even if Tsering Kelsang was willing to face these things hand in hand with Yang Jin, how would Yang Jin choose?

Will she be on her people's side, or on her own side?

Tsering Gesang is not sure about these things, and it is meaningless to talk about them now.

In addition to throwing out these unspeakable reasons, Tsering Gesang was a light bulb on the side, watching Bai Yicong and Miss He walking hand in hand in the sunset, without a word of communication between each other, they couldn't stop the love leaking from the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, as if pink bubbles were exuding in the air, and then compared to their rather sour state of mind, it was really a double blow.

Even a player with good psychological quality can't stand so much stimulation.

So after trying He Manzhou and failing, Tsering Gesang finally remembered his identity as a guide. He didn't explain the silence for a moment, and the fleeting sharpness was quickly disguised as if it had never existed.

"If you're interested in lover, I can tell you more about it. ”