When He Wan'er woke up, it was already dusk.

Departing from the village of Mosca, the night was still spent at a small inn in the town of Mosca.

Altitude sickness and a day's travel, Soho and the others couldn't hold it and went back to sleep first, but He Waner was in good spirits and ate a beef soup stewed in a pressure cooker in the inn restaurant.

The boss's craftsmanship is very good, the soup is mellow, the beef is soft and rotten, He Waner ate two bowls of barley cakes, and sweated all over.

She was full of heat, every pore was full of comfort, and happily settled the bill, ready to go back to her room to rest.

In fact, when she just returned to the inn, the boss told her that the girl who was riding had left, but given that Soho had fried her hair once during the day, He Wan'er pretended not to know about it, and did not mention that she wanted to move back to the four-person room.

The tide of the new building is a little tidal, but she is full of anger, and then relying on these two bowls of beef soup at night is better than watching the second girl who has expired commit a childish illness.

After dinner, He Guaner said hello to the boss and was about to go back to live opposite, but the boss told her with a smile: "Mosca doesn't have a 4G network, and you came over yesterday and the cable network happened to be broken, and the notice said that it would be restored at eight o'clock tonight." Beauty, you rest for a while, and then you will be connected to the Internet in ten minutes, and then you can have Wifi to read the news, and then you will be able to watch the videos and novels you want to watch at night, so that you will not be bored in the new building. ”

As soon as He Wan'er heard that there was an Internet, he couldn't walk for a while, and the tips of his fingers were itching.

After all, modern people, even if she is not seriously addicted to the Internet, but she has also developed the habit of watching jokes, listening to music, and watching variety shows every day.

The boss's information is very accurate, at eight o'clock, the inn really came to the Internet.

After connecting to Wifi, the mobile phone, which had been silent for dozens of hours, suddenly came to life, and the prompts for receiving messages rang one after another.

He Guaner habitually clicked on WeChat first.

There is no doubt that there are 99+ red exclamation marks on the work group, and there are quite a few @her.

He Wan'er was nervous for a while, you must know that Monday is the publication day, is there something wrong and she can't be contacted, so she had to leave a message in WeChat.

She hurriedly clicked in to look, only to find that the information was @everyone's, and she was relieved.

The earth rotates the same way without anyone, she is just on vacation, and of course the weekly newspaper will not close because of her He Wan'er, so there is nothing to do.

Those @ so people are Nie Yun's team, and they are all sending the push of their character in this issue.

Nie Yun rarely came out to canvass for her column, and she was so high-profile, it seems that she is quite satisfied with this issue's column.

He Wan'er suddenly remembered that this issue of Nie Yun's specially planned character chronicle interviewed Mo Chunshan.

Well, Mo Chunshan was interviewed by Nie Yun, and it is said that he also took photos unusually cooperatively, and looking at their previous discussions, it seems that the photos also work very well.

It's just that the name really makes her hate it.

The arrogant, lascivious, graceless, and cautious capitalist! He Guan'er kept complaining, but the ghost made the god wrong, and He Guan'er actually clicked the link.

And before she could read the content of the report clearly, her eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the two photos in the accompanying magazine.

Of course, the photos are Mo Chunshan's, and the big one is a decent frontal photo, with a dark suit, a white shirt, no messy hair, clear eyebrows, and a handsome look like a little student who eats with his face in your circle.

The forehead is full, the contours are deep, the facial features are three-dimensional, and the most rare thing is the smooth line of the jaw, which is neither too delicate nor too tough.

Elegant and clean, everything was just right.

With such an appearance, coupled with a mysterious background and a rich net worth, I don't know how many silent girls' hearts will wake up, but what makes He Waner's eyes stay is the small one.

It was Mo Chunshan's side face, compared to the clarity of the previous one, the light of this one was a little dim.

The half-light reflected his skin a faint golden brown, the bridge of his nose was high, his lips were delicately undulating, his brow was slightly frowned, and his thick eyelashes and sunken eye sockets made it difficult to see what was in his eyes.

However, she always felt that there was something mysterious in those eyes, so that she knew that she should not touch it, but she couldn't help but snoop.

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing that there is a bottomless abyss below, but you can't help but look around. It took at least half a minute for He Wan'er to come back to his senses, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't be more ashamed.

She was in a daze at Mo Chunshan's photo, she really didn't know if she had fallen into an evil or a ghost.

However, she couldn't help but think back to the stupid things she had done, and then she just wanted to pound the ground and pray that time could be turned back.

He Wan'er covered his face in annoyance and sighed gloomily, but for no reason his back was cold.

She subconsciously turned around, but there was no one in sight in the hallway behind her. He Wan'er frowned, wondered for a while, and then left this matter behind.

Back in the new building across the road, the boss immediately sent a fully charged emergency lamp, a thermos and a quilt that had been dried during the day, just like the day before.

He Wan'er thanked him, left his things behind, and washed them with hot water.

She was on the second day of her menstrual period, and it was the most turbulent day, but fortunately, she expected this situation, and she was well prepared and brought everything, so she just suffered a little, and there were no other worries.

It wasn't too dark on the plateau, but after nine o'clock, it was already completely dark.

The moon was obscured by clouds, and when you looked out of the window, it was so dark that you could only see the inn across the road, shrouded in a blurred orange light.

He Wan'er had just closed the curtains and was about to wash and go to bed when he heard a knock on the door.

I don't know why, a face subconsciously appeared in her mind, with ordinary facial features and a slight woodenness.

He Wan'er sighed, got up and opened the door.

Sure enough, it's still the same person as last night.

Zheng Zhi stood at the door, holding something in both hands - he brought her a hand warmer again, and he also came with a pot of butter tea.

"Sister Xiao He, it's cold here, you take ......" He didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at her, and he was slurring to speak.

He Wan'er wanted to refuse politely, but the tempting heat emitted by the hand warmer on a cold night made her unable to help but take it.

The quilt has only been dried during the day, but this house can't get the sun all day, and there is always a trace of moisture in the quilt, which will be much better with a hand warmer.

It's just that pot of butter tea, to take it or not to take it?

He Wan'er didn't think about it, and Zheng Zhi kept stretching out his hand and refused to take it back.

She had to take it and thank him sincerely: "Thank you so much, it's just not an example, okay?"

Zheng Zhi nodded hurriedly, turned around and left in a hurry, and finally dared to look up at He Wan'er before leaving, but there was a little panic in his eyes.

He was as shy as before, but He Wan'er felt that he was a little different.

She felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she immediately felt that she was thinking too much.

In the cold night, there was not even the sound of insects chirping outside the window.

With a hand warmer, a trace of moisture in the quilt disappears immediately. He Wan'er wo read a novel on the bed, the corners of his eyes were astringent, and his neck was sour.

She twisted her neck, looked up, and suddenly saw the bottle of butter tea on the table, and remembered the pot that the boss gave them in the morning, and secretly swallowed her saliva.

For a while, her eyes were full of memories and tastes related to butter tea, and the novel naturally couldn't stand it.

The plateau is bitterly cold, and butter tea is the most commonly drunk drink here.

Every family here will beat ghee, the practice is to first warm the fresh milk and cook it, after it is cooled, pour it into a round barrel, the barrel is equipped with a round lid with the same size as the inner diameter, the center erects a wooden handle, and the lower cross-shaped disc, the ghee beats the handle and pounds it up and down to make the disc hit back and forth in the fresh milk until the oil and water are separated.

The oil is then lifted out and pressed into a special leather bag, which cools to resemble a butter-like dairy product.

As for butter tea, salt and strong tea are added to the ghee, and the ghee and tea juice are dissolved, which not only keeps the cold and refreshes the mind, but also quenches thirst.

After drinking the small bowl in the morning, He Guaner knew that the butter tea in this store was improved, and the ghee did not have a taste that was difficult for mainlanders to accept, and various powdered nuts were added to improve the taste.

He Wan'er really wanted to taste it again, but the calories were too high - don't underestimate this small cup of less than 500 milliliters, the calories are at least equivalent to several bowls of rice.

To drink, or not to drink, that's the question.

"He Wan'er, you are easy to gain weight, you have to buy all the winter clothes after sticking autumn fat, wake up, you are very poor!"

"But this is the plateau, it's good to drink a little and replenish your strength, and you won't get fat. ”

"What won't be fat? You don't know how high the calories of butter tea are, don't pretend to be deaf and dumb for me!"

"Nobody sees it, it's 0 calories. ”

He Wan'er had already started a battle between heaven and man in his head, and the greedy snake with the demon's small tail and the little angel with white wings fought hard, and finally the demon won the victory.

She decided to let it go - she couldn't stay on the plateau for a few days, and the occasional drink of butter tea that made her salivate couldn't grow a few taels of meat.

Anyway, tomorrow's itinerary is to Wu Long, and the day after tomorrow, I will start swimming around the lake in Jiuxuhai, and it is very suitable to replenish some physical strength now.

So he got up and pulled the teapot to his side, and said to himself: "Drink only a small cup, no more than 100 calories." ”

But apparently these words were just a comfort thing she used to comfort herself.

From the warm butter tea poured out of the pot, as soon as he smelled the unique mellow aroma of ghee, He Wan'er was taken away from his mind, and only the instinct to eat remained.

In just half a minute, more than half a pot of butter tea had already entered the stomach. And the reason why she stopped and didn't drink was because she ate too much at night, and her stomach was full of cakes and beef soup, and there was really no extra place.

"Alas, it's a pity. He Guan'er reluctantly put down the cup, touched his bulging stomach, and stretched out contentedly.

She was getting more and more sleepy after eating too much, but after a few minutes, her eyebrows and eyes were almost unable to open.

She yawned, brushed her teeth and washed her face with ease, but she didn't have time to take off her coat and fell asleep on the bed.