Herds of cattle and sheep walked leisurely towards the tent location, and Xiao Yi, who was riding a horse with the old man, gradually saw the layout around the tent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The huge tent is woven with a kind of yak wool unique to the plateau, the tent rope is made of yak hair, the tent pile is made of yak horn or antelope horn, a beam support, two pillars are supported, and the surrounding is tightly pulled by a cow hair rope or cowhide strip, and a small, warm, and Tibetan world is separated from the wind-swept grassland.

There is a shed circle made of mountain stones or straw blanks nearby, a long rope must be pulled up between the shed circle and the tent, the colorful prayer flags are whirring in the strong wind, the herds of cattle and sheep are bleating in the shed, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance are inserted into the sky, which is a sacred place in the hearts of the Tibetan people.

Outside the tent was tethered two mastiffs, tall and strong, with long hair mopping the floor, as fierce as a snow leopard, and there was a fierce light in their eyes, obviously there was an enemy attacking, and the two Tibetan mastiffs would definitely bite each other's throats.

With the return of the Tibetan old man and the Tibetan little girl, the two Tibetan mastiffs guarding outside the tent showed excitement in their eyes, and they kept shouting happily at the old man and the little girl about their happy mood.

Seeing this scene, the little Tibetan girl jumped off her red pony, came to the two Tibetan mastiffs vigorously, and kept stroking the fur on the two Tibetan mastiffs, without showing any fear on the little girl's face.

Seeing this scene, the old Tibetan man showed a smile on his old face, then jumped off the horse, looked back at Xiao Yi on the horse, and blurted out the Tibetan text in his mouth, "Young man, welcome you to my home." ”

Hearing the words from the old man's mouth, Xiao Yi's expression looked confused, but seeing the kind smile on the old man's face, Xiao Yi also knew that the old man was expressing friendship to him.

As a smile appeared on Xiao Yi's face, Xiao Yi also jumped off his horse and stood in front of the old man.

"Do you speak Huaxia?" A low voice came out of Xiao Yi's mouth.

"Oh! It turns out that you are Han! No wonder I didn't know the danger of the grassland, and continued to go deeper! Young man, I'm glad I found it in time, otherwise you'd be buried here!" A pure Chinese language came out of the old man's mouth.

Hearing the old man's words, Xiao Yi was obviously stunned, and just asked casually, but he didn't expect the other party to really know Huaxia.

Seeing Xiao Yi's expression, the old man seemed to see through Xiao Yi's thoughts, and a hearty laugh spit out from the mouth of the old man in Tibet, "In my early years, I was invited to bring some educated youth, and this Chinese language was learned at that time, hehe!" ”

"Come on, come on, since the young man has come to the grassland, it is fate that we can meet each other, come to the house to warm up and eat something, and drink some of my homemade barley wine." Saying this, the old man didn't seem to treat Xiao Yi as a stranger, and walked towards the tent with Xiao Yi on his shoulder.

As soon as he walked to the door, the mutation protruded, only to see the fur of the two Tibetan mastiffs exploded instantly, as if he was frightened, the fierceness in his eyes instantly stared at Xiao Yi tightly, and a dull roar continued to come out of the mouths of the two Tibetan mastiffs, although there was an obvious look of fear in Xiao Yi's eyes, but the footsteps of the two Tibetan mastiffs did not take a step back, staring at Xiao Yi tightly, as long as Xiao Yi had a trace of unfavorable actions to the old man's family, the two Tibetan mastiffs would definitely swear to defend their masters.

"Huh?" Looking at the expressions of his two Tibetan mastiffs, a look of shock flashed in the old man's eyes, and the eyes that looked at Xiao Yi next to him were very strange.

"Ah Da, Ah Er, don't be unreasonable to the guests!" I just saw that the little girl gently patted the head of the Tibetan mastiff twice, signaling the two Tibetan mastiffs not to be unreasonable.

As the little girl signaled to the two Tibetan mastiffs not to be unreasonable, the two Tibetan mastiffs kept whispering to the little girl, as if they had discovered something terrible.

Listening to the continuous roar of the two Tibetan mastiffs, the little girl's expression changed, and she turned to look at Xiao Yi's eyes with some fear, and a Tibetan language came out of the little girl's mouth, and said to her grandfather: "Ah Da Ah Er said, this person is extremely dangerous, let me and my grandfather stay away from him!" ”

Hearing his granddaughter's words, the old man in Tibet nodded lightly, then reached forward and stroked the heads of the two Tibetan mastiffs, and comforted in a low voice: "This is our friend, you two don't have to be nervous!" ”

With the old man's appeasement, the two Tibetan mastiffs finally stopped roaring, but looking at Xiao Yi's eyes, there was still a look of fear.

At this time, Xiao Yi looked at this scene, and a deep voice came out of Xiao Yi's mouth, "Thank you for saving this old man's life, but I still have some personal matters so I won't bother you, I'll leave now!" After Xiao Yi said this, he turned around and was about to leave this place.

A pair of thick calloused hands suddenly grabbed Xiao Yi's body that was about to leave, and a voice also spit out from the mouth of the old man in Tibet, "Since the young man has come to my house, he must go in and sit, otherwise it will be obvious that our people in the Great Snow Mountain will be rude in front of others, let's go!" As the words of the old man in Tibet fell, the old man dragged Xiao Yi's body and took it to the tent.

At this time, Xiao Yi was also embarrassed, refuting the face of a kind old man, and under the curious eyes of the little girl, Xiao Yi was pulled into the tent by the old man.

As the old man pulled into the tent, a strange national culture rushed to Xiao Yi's face, the mud stove is located in the center of the tent, the light blue cow dung fire is flickering, exuding a unique comfort and warmth, there is a Tibetan table next to the stove, obviously this is a place for a family to sit here, after dining or chatting, the butter lamp shines on the Tibetan table, reflecting various images of gods and Buddhas, and the side of the shrine is stacked with wheat, barley, ghee and cheese, which is built into a low wall; On the other side are Tibetan quilts, Tibetan carpets, suitcases, and robes, which are colorful and very pleasing to the eye.

"Come on, come on, sit down and warm up." The easy-going old man enthusiastically pressed Xiao Yi to sit by the stove, a warm firelight reflected on Xiao Yi's body, and a strong warmth also appeared in Xiao Yi's heart.

"Dolma, go and slaughter a lamb, and bring me my homemade barley wine, and entertain this little brother well."

As the old man's words fell, Miss Zhuoma responded very obediently, and the whole person turned around and walked out of the tent.

After a while, I saw the petite figure carrying a cleaned sheep into the tent, and as the little girl Zhuoma was busy for a while, a roasted whole sheep on the stove gave out a unique meat aroma under the firelight barbecue.

"It's been decades! It's been a long time since I've had a guest here, little brother, come and try my homemade barley wine! With a low sigh from the old man, a bowl of orange-colored barley wine was delivered to Xiao Yi's side.