For the indigestible doubts in his heart, He Manzhou has always been used to going straight.

She has never been the kind of person who can hide things in her heart, she can't figure it out anyway, it's better to ask directly, after a short observation of Tsering Gesang and failed, Miss He simply stopped caring about those twists and turns, even in front of Tsering Gesang, she was decisively ready to ask Bai Yicong.

As an observed, Tsering Gesang did not feel any discomfort at all.

In other words, he didn't pay attention to He Manzhou's observation at all, but just slouched his arm towards the edge of the car window and adjusted a more comfortable posture. Then he took out the cigarette case from his coat pocket, pulled out one and bit it.

"Can I smoke?"

"Whatever you want. Bai Yicong glanced at it lightly, and responded like this.

In fact, Tsering Gesang didn't wait for any reply, and had already lit a cigarette by himself. In the midst of the smoke, many things became hazy, and the time after that seemed to be stretched infinitely. He Manzhou originally couldn't smell the smoke, but he didn't say anything at this time.

Tsering Gesang drove in the driver's seat in front, the white Volkswagen is not too spacious and there is a faint smell of gasoline in the compartment, very similar to the kind of peculiar smell that taxis often have, at first glance I don't feel anything, but after a long time, it will be a little motion sickness, it can be clearly seen that Tsering Gesang did not spend too much energy to maintain the car, and did not think very much about the experience of tourists.

The music was playing in the carriage, it was the HK Phil pop songs of the 80s and 90s, the Cantonese tone reverberated in the rhythm and drumbeat, the lyrics were not very real, but the melody was very comfortable. So the whirling tune diluted the embarrassment caused by the three people being speechless, and only the songs with a sense of age were left to fill in, making the long time on the way pleasant.

In such an environment, He Manzhou silently looked at Tsering Gesang.

The Tibetan boy's skin is dark, but it can't hide the handsomeness between his eyebrows, and Tsering Gesang's face has a faint flush, lined with the kind of black that reveals health under the sunbath, which is inexplicably reminiscent of Kong Wuli and other descriptions, as if full of the exotic temperament unique to ethnic minorities mixed with a sense of strength.

But his eyebrows and eyes are clearly very good-looking, and his beautiful facial features can be called delicate, with the childishness of a teenager, and the tails of his eyes are slightly lowered, which is obviously the type that is easy to be liked by little girls. If you change the occasion or identity, such as a sunny spring day, accompanied by the warm breeze blowing and the young leaves of the camphor tree, you will easily be willing to have some ambiguous coincidences and encounters when you meet such a boy on the stone path of the university.

But in Tibetan areas, cars are speeding on the highway.......

He Manzhou knows deeply that all harmony and disguise are just illusions. Their final destination is Kawagebo Peak, and the Snow Maiden to investigate is one of the most terrifying mysteries left behind by the ancient kingdom of Loulan. Those ever-changing situations will deteriorate infinitely in this trip to the snowy mountains, and in the end they will face nothing more than the reproach of the goddess and the conspiracy of the little princess.

And in this intricate mystery, what is the status of Tsering Gesang?

Why is this teenager so sensitive to Snow Girl, and it can even be said that he is an insider to some extent.

What secrets is he hiding in exchange for Bai Yicong's secret?

Thinking like this, He Manzhou's big clear and moving eyes stopped firmly on Tsering Gesang's body, and the young man clearly met He Manzhou's meaningful gaze through the rearview mirror, and only replied with an extremely careless curvature at the corner of his lips.

"What's the matter, I'm so good-looking, I'm not afraid that your boyfriend will be jealous?"

"Ah....... Huh?"

Suddenly hearing such a sentence, He Manzhou was stunned when asked. When she touched it a little, she realized that this was a ghost Tibetan boy who had been teasing her for trying to figure out something, and she was squeezing her with words, so she immediately squeezed back.

"If you're so inattentive while driving, and you still have time to pay attention to other people's eyes on you, that's your professionalism?"

"Professionalism? I have been running this route for several years, and when I was a child, I followed my father back and forth, where there is an extra tree, I can really remember it, I can feel it clearly when I open it with my eyes closed, don't believe it, prove it to you?"

"Don't, you don't want to die, I'm still alive and well, who wants to gamble with you on such useless things. ”

He Manzhou pursed the corners of his mouth and silently stopped the conversation.

And Tsering Gesang was very useful for this victory that was not a victory, and the curvature of the corners of his lips became more obvious. The sun shone in through the rolled down car window, and his arm was lazily resting on the steering wheel, as if he was afraid that it would not be annoying enough, he actually whistled a little whistle with no one next to the rhythm of the song, which couldn't help but make He Manzhou roll his eyes.

In such a "harmonious" atmosphere, Tsering Gesang clearly only acted as a driver for his employer, plus slowed down when passing by tourist attractions, interspersed with some explanations and encouraged tourists to shop, but he was stunned to show a bit of chic and wanton, plus Miss He couldn't say it, and the simple itinerary also had a little more meaning of wandering the world.

After a brief hesitation, He Manzhou completely gave up observing Tsering Gesang.

Her gaze hooked from the end of her eyes to the side, stopping at Bai Yicong, who was sitting side by side in the back seat, the afterglow of the setting sun slanted down, and the dark sky was as red as if it had been burned out, as if it had been burned by flames. Bai Yi disappeared from the handsome silhouette in the shadows, as sharp as a knife, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were cold, but they were gilded with brilliance by the setting sun.

Even after getting along for so long, He Manzhou still has to admit that Bai Yicong is the type that will surprise her, even if she has successfully hugged the male god, she still can't keep it when she will suddenly encounter a wave of beauty crit, which is too difficult to adapt.

But now is not the time to be a nymphomaniac after all, so Miss He took a few seconds to digest her emotions, quickly regained the point, stuck in the blind corner of Tsering Gesang's sight, raised her hand and pulled Bai Yicong's sleeve, and began to give her boyfriend a look.

Bai Yi has never lived up to He Manzhou, he has the self-cultivation of an iceberg, he turned his head slightly, and generously handed over a gaze that was mixed with confusion and rejection thousands of miles away, and silently signaled He Manzhou not to make trouble.

Of course, He Manzhou did not give up, and continued to communicate with him by relying on brain waves.

And Bai Yicong also refused to accept the burden, raised his eyebrows casually, and only regarded He Manzhou's many hints as air, from his hair to his fingernails, he exuded the breath of "I don't understand what you want to do, but it doesn't matter, I don't understand it at all anyway", only to make He Manzhou choke on his chest with a mouthful of old blood, and he almost couldn't get angry.

After squeezing her eyebrows and fiddling her eyes for a while, Miss He really felt a little broken.

She didn't know if Bai Yicong's reflex arc was really so long that it was outrageous, or if he deliberately didn't take his eyes seriously, so she pretended to be stupid here. And with his understanding of his boyfriend, the current situation is the latter, so He Manzhou finally couldn't bear it anymore, and directly pulled Bai Yicong's palm and wrote on his palm with his fingertips.

"Hey....... Bai Yicong, where are we going to go after that?"

Seeing that the girls were deflated one after another and couldn't figure it out, Bai Yi raised a little from the corner of his lips.

When facing He Manzhou, he always has unusual patience, but this patience stays more at the level of appeasing her, and he doesn't really want to explain anything, and even Bai Yicong is quite happy to see He Manzhou's confused cute appearance.

But as the party who was thought cute, He Manzhou couldn't help it.

After gaining a deeper understanding of Bai Yicong's pretending to be stupid, she was no longer ready to rely on brain waves to communicate, and immediately opened her mouth bluntly.

"Hey ......."

Before He Manzhou could say anything, Bai Yicong raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't have so many problems, be nice. ”

"No, I'm really dizzy, you can't ......."

Who knows that He Manzhou's sentence "Can't you reveal a little clue to me" has not yet been spoken, and he was forced back by Bai Yicong's flat words, the man's deep voice has always been good, and there is still a little hidden concern and forced smile.

"If you feel dizzy, you can sleep on my shoulder for a while, and I'll call you when you get to your destination. ”

He Manzhou: "......."

Regarding Bai Yicong's answer, He Manzhou was really speechless, and at this moment, thousands of words turned into silent complaints, and He Manzhou couldn't help but feel surging in his heart: I'm telling you about dizziness, do I feel motion sickness and want to sleep?

Who did you learn this trick from, and can you still give people a little way to live.

It's too subtle to be so subtle, can you give me an accurate answer?

Before, Iceberg Bai was just silent, no matter what he did, he was in a posture of rejecting people thousands of miles away, as if the earthlings couldn't pry his mouth open. Why hasn't his old problem changed at all now, and he actually added another trick to lift weights, how can the original iceberg's skills continue to upgrade.

Who can bear this, who can bear it?

But whether he can bear it or not, Bai Yicong obviously won't answer questions. He Manzhou knew that he couldn't ask anything under the limited conditions, so he could only give up doing those useless things, and simply planned how to serve Bai Yicong by words and deeds when there were only the two of them left.

After traveling for several hours, the group of three people with different hearts finally arrived at their destination.

It is a small courtyard with a Tibetan style, and the Tibetan dwellings pay attention to cold, wind, and earthquake protection at the same time, and will also use methods such as opening up air doors, setting up patios, and skylights as the layout of the building. For example, this courtyard looks quite old, there are beautiful climbing vines in front of the courtyard, probably because of the low temperature in winter, the leaves of the vines have fallen off, and only the dark green rhizomes are left to cling to the wall, bringing a trace of vitality to the bleak winter.

The scattered vines are adorned with colorful ribbons, copper coins and small golden bells, as well as intricately embroidered prayer flags and wind horse flags. With the occasional breeze blowing, there will be a small collision sound, and the sound of jingling bells echoes in the emptiness, setting off this small courtyard with a strong sense of ethnic minorities, inexplicably with a sense of holiness.

He Manzhou's fingers crossed the colorful wind horse flag, and then he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"It's ....... Watchtower?"