The next morning, we set off to Ruogai, which is more than 100 kilometers away, which is the place where the Red Army climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grassland, where there are more authentic grassland characteristics, slightly larger than the original red, and the most important thing is that there is the largest temple in the Sichuan-Gansu Tibetan area, Nazhu Temple, which is also the focus and end point of this sketch.

Lin Ling finally got his wish and selected all kinds of small stone ornaments in Ruogai, don't think about the high-end ones, they are basically 5 small bracelets of 10 pieces. Wu Wending also suggested that she could buy some for her roommates who had never met, and the new environment and new relationship should be easier to get along, so in the end, she bought a little too much and a little heavy, so she had to ask Wu Wending to help carry it.

After all the teahouse is a tradition of the major art academies, because the teahouse is the most comfortable place to observe the characters in the market, and the street is not bad, but it is too noisy, and how can there be a teahouse to come comfortably, a cup of tea, a little snack, and you can also talk about art and life. However, Zhang Feng told Wu Wending that Lao Chen must have taken a fancy to the style of the proprietress in the teahouse, and to figure out the essence of the character's dynamics, he must show it in his works. Other honest students have been squatting on the side of the street to sketch and take pictures to compose pictures. There are also a few girls who simply take it as a shopping trip and continue to sweep all kinds of things that are not common on weekdays. When Wu Wending passed by, he saw Lin Ling collecting a bundle of Hada and preparing to move it back, so he went over with a headache and called her to pay attention to the bandaged bag above, which was marked as a product of a welfare factory in a certain street in Chengdu City, and then tried not to be noticed by the salesman's aunt and said softly: "Except for a few handmade handicrafts, everything here is pulled from the direction of Chengdu or Lanzhou, and you can buy it in Chengdu." Lin Ling grinned embarrassedly, blushing and putting things back little by little. With the aunt's piercing gaze, Wu Wending slipped out of the store and stood on the side of the road, looking at the herds of cattle, sheep and horses on the grassland, and had a whim: to ride a horse. Just do it, and walk towards the nearest herd tent.

There will be visual errors on the open grassland, it seems that the tent of several hundred meters can't walk no matter how you go, and when you look back, the location of the town is not very far, but it has been walking for almost half an hour, right? Wu Wending felt a little puzzled, but he continued to walk.

Finally about to get close to the dark gray and blackened tent, suddenly the tarpaulin shook, a huge dog pounced out, dozens of meters away, Wu Wending seemed to smell the fishy smell in the open mouth of the blood basin, this is the legendary Tibetan mastiff!

Wu Wending saw the Tibetan mastiff dragging an iron chain behind his neck, but the ghost knows what the iron chain is tied to, or maybe there is nothing bolted, right? Not to mention that he has also seen the tragedy of the Tibetan mastiff breaking free from the iron chain in the newspaper, and it is not an authentic Tibetan mastiff that grew up in such a wild environment, so it is better to run away from it quickly, Wu Wending quickly turned around, tried not to panic and did not run, but quickly moved away from the tent.

The cry of the Tibetan mastiff has been behind him, but the afterglow is visible, and it has not come, Wu Wending breathed a sigh of relief. However, the road under my feet was not easy to walk, and I forgot where I had come from, as if I had made a little circle, because everywhere there were places trampled by cattle, sheep and horses, and each hoof print was a small puddle, and there were small clumps of weeds everywhere, which looked like duckweed floating on the water. This is the meadow that has devoured countless warriors in the legend, Wu Wending only feels that it is worse, and the experience of sketching this time is really rich.

After walking a few more steps, Wu Wending didn't dare to take a step, the direction was right, the town was in front of him, but the surroundings looked like a swamp like mud that would sink into it if he stepped on it, and his feet had sunk for about ten centimeters, what should he do? Wu Wending had no choice but to stand firmly on the endless grassland and look around, hoping to see people or vehicles.

Fortunately this time, there is someone in the distance, it is a knight. Wu Wending hurriedly waved and shouted, and also took out his sketchbook and turned to the white page to make a surrender of the white flag to attract people. Thanks to the Living Buddha, the knight saw it, turned around and rode over.

When I got closer, the horse was brown, the Tibetan robe was black, there was no saddle, it was probably just grazing around, the horse's tail was flapping around impatiently, and the rider's head was wrapped in a red scarf, which seemed to be dressed as a woman? Wu Wending said loudly: "I'm trapped, and it looks very dangerous around me, I don't dare to go."

The rider froze more than ten meters away, as if he was thinking about how to save people, Wu Wending shouted again: "Isn't there a rope on your horse's buttocks, throw me over and tie it to my waist, you drag me out?"

Wu Wending was putting forward his own rescue plan regardless of the staining of his clothes, riding a hand, not with a rope, but coming directly, walking over slowly, standing in front of Wu Wending, Wu Wending, who is still half a centimeter short of one meter eight, rarely looks up at people like this, this time he can see it more clearly, he is really a female rider.

Suddenly, the words sassy and heroic jumped into his mind.

Although the sleeves of the Tibetan robe are coiled around the waist, and there are such and such belts forming a large circle, you can't see the fullness of the waist, and the silver-white stand-up collar shirt worn by the oblique half of the shoulders can still see the magnificence of the upper circumference, and the red scarf covers the head, and there should be no expression from the corner of the eyebrows. But the eyes are really the windows of the soul, flowing with laughter, yes, it's a laugh, and it's not a friendly laugh, it's a laughing laugh, how big a mockery does it take for such big eyes to show a smile, Wu Wending felt like he was pulled up with one hand and lay on the back of the horse, it was really frustrating......

Because the waist and abdomen lie directly on the smooth horse's back, the horse is still walking, and the muscles on the horse's back move rhythmically, constantly turning Wu Wending. Therefore, the abdominal cavity is not very easy to lift, and it is not very convenient to speak, so I have to be a muffled gourd.

The female rider of the hands-on faction did not speak, and as soon as she pulled her horse's mane, she walked down the street.

I can't say it, I can still see it, Wu Wending sees a whole new world, it's the opposite.

It turns out that it is going straight and straight, how can it be so dangerous, it seems that it is frightened by the legend, and if you stand in the same place on the beach and shake it slowly, because of the change and flow of water below, it will also sink, but it is not as dangerous as the legend that you can't extricate yourself. No wonder others will laugh at it, it's an alien and useless student.

With a conclusion in his heart, Wu Wending still had a little self-esteem, so he wanted to struggle and slide off the horse, and as soon as his hand was raised, he touched the body of the female knight with blood, which part of the body was not seen or felt, only knowing that the female knight slapped the back of Wu Wending's neck, Wu Wending was honest, because he felt that he suddenly couldn't use his strength, could there be a Tibetan martial arts master? Wu Wending suddenly felt that he should accompany his grandmother to the Yunci Nunnery to burn incense a few more times before leaving.

When I got up in the morning and got dressed, the jacket was covered outside, and the green ribbon that had not been removed was wrapped inside. With such a press just now, the green ribbon slid out, and the female knight saw it, and the strength in her hand couldn't help but be a little smaller, and she asked: "Are you a student from Chengdu who came to sketch?"

The sound is good, Mandarin is not very standard, but there is no planter their common tone, in fact, many Tibetans pronounce correctly, but they don't understand the combination of words, so they form a specific tone. For example, because discord and no-no-are both expressions of negativity, it is common to hear conversations on vendors, "Is your pine ear stone fake?" and "It's not fake, it's definitely not!", in fact, it's just because this person likes to use no words to express all negative meanings.

This female voice can't, obviously has studied Chinese systematically.

Wu Wending was still lingering in the aftertaste, and the rider was a little impatient: "Are you from Chengdu or Chongqing?"

The accents of Chengdu and Chongqing sound similar to outsiders, but they are actually different, the former is a little more glutinous than the latter, and the rider can hear the difference, which makes Wu Wending curious.

Turning his head with difficulty, he said, "I...... If you have a heart condition, you can't be ...... Press. ”

The rider was disdainful: "Those who can walk around on this 3,800-meter plateau are in good health." ”

Wu Wending changed his acting path: "Your robe is so beautiful, but it's too close, I want to stand far away and appreciate it." ”

The rider was even more disdainful: "Of course, Aunt Karma's craftsmanship is the best, and it is a waste to show you." ”

Wu Wending simply walked in a straight line: "Is it good for you to let me down, it's not sightly." ”

The rider was disdainful: "I'll save you, you can't resist your shoulders and can't pick them, and your guts are still so small." ”

Wu Wending is not afraid of being despised: "I'm timid, you better let me go by myself." ”

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In fact, he had already reached the side of the street, and as soon as the rider pushed, the timid Wu Wending fell to the ground, but he still stood still, shook twice to adapt to the world that was coming, and immediately tried to continue to fulfill his wish: "Your horse is so beautiful, can you let me ride it?"

The rider could always keep a mocking look at him slantingly, pull the horse's mane, two embroidered pointed-toe pony boots clamped the horse's back, hung in second gear and accelerated away, and when drifting around the corner of the street, it was obvious that the speed of 100 meters was more than 40 yards.

Wu Wending stood like a goose, covered in dust raised by the horse's hooves. Comfort yourself that this horse has no chew and no saddle, and it is estimated that it really can't be ridden.

Behind him, there was the surprised voice of the fat man's five-body throw: "Wu Daguan, you even climbed such a handsome Tibetan aunt?"

Wu Wending put on a Perth posture and said stiffly: "I am going to ask her to be a model to start a herdsman series, but she thinks the payment is too low to do it." ”

Zhu Qingqing obviously saw something: "Then what are you still doing on other people's horses?"

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