Originally in the capital, it was the season of high and cool autumn, but in Qinghai, the cold wind has suddenly risen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qin Guan followed the tradition here, wrapped with them in the most wind-resistant military supplies... The military coat stood in front of the camera that had already begun to shoot.

In the distance, a broken pickup truck with a bucket arrived, a country bus between villages on the plateau, and the back of the car was full of Tibetans who rarely went out once.

As an accompanying reporter, Qin Guan saw for the first time the battle of wits between the volunteer guards and these people who smuggled contraband.

Who would have thought that in one of the most tattered cotton jackets, sewn into it was a pound of Tibetan antelope fleece worth thousands of dollars.

The driver's clothes were stripped off, and Qin Guan on the side wiped his dull and weathered face that had been treated by the makeup artist, and asked heartbrokenly: "How to deal with these people?" ”

"Let go..."

"Why?"

"There are too many people who carry goods for poachers, this time it is the bus driver who pulls people, and next time it may be the traveling doctor who walks through the village and alleys... Can't catch it. ”

In the shot, there was only a sigh left, and a sad Qin Guan's tall back.

The sky he faced was so blue, but it even more reflected the squalor of human beings under the sky.

"Good! The first shot! Come to an end! ”

With the order of director Lu Chuan, this most rustic opening ended smoothly.

The guide on the side, who is also a member of the ranger team and a member of the director's role, opened his commanding words.

"Go to the Frozen Spring Protection Station, pass through the Table Nell Lake, and you can reach the Chumar River..."

With the frequent nodding of the crew leader, Qin Guan, who was already sitting in the moving car, took the opportunity to chat with these real heroes behind the scenes.

Because these people are the real guardians of the Tibetan antelope, they are ready to use the expensive salary obtained from filming to add some equipment to their protection base.

"Well, does the protection station also have permanent personnel? Over here? ”

"Well, a protection station, there are not enough people, there is only one person, but it is only one person, and the poachers dare not come."

"So how often do you change guards?"

"I haven't changed, that person has been there for three years..."

In an instant, the carriage was quiet, and only the squeaky of the broken jeep on the Gobi Desert could be heard, and the sky seemed to be a little purer.

It turns out that people are also good...

The rest is a day and night rush, the same scenery, monotonous makes people just want to be sleepy, and when they saw the final destination, Qin Guan in the car woke up instantly.

The Chumar River, which meanders through the Tamsui River in no man's land, is an important filming site for a poaching and anti-poaching round-up drama.

The veteran of the years, when the director and logistics were still busy setting up the equipment, had already lit the prepared bonfire.

In this no-man's land, no matter where you stay for a long time, there must be a fire.

Putting on the reporter's white hat and holding the seagull camera in his hand, among the rough actors, Qin Guan was even more handsome.

What follows is a simple and difficult shot, chasing the criminal, because the plot is so simple, just run across the shallow Chumar River to the opposite bank and press the poachers on the spot.

The reason for the difficulty is that it is unimaginable to use all the strength of the whole body to take off the pants in the low temperature of the wind, to wade through the icy river water, and to hold the enemy down even when he is wet.

Try it, Lu Chuan sighed, and opened the official opening words towards the Tibetans and Qin Guan who were already ready.

"Run!"

At the sound of an order, the most sturdy Northwest warriors who rushed down from the small dirt slope rushed to the river bank with the courage of no hesitation.

Not to be outdone, Qin Guan followed closely behind, secretly learning their words and deeds with his eyes.

"Take off your pants! River! ”

The order is forbidden, and the pants are taken off with brushes, including Qin Guan.

In the shot, only Bai Huahua's long legs and countless big pants are left.

'Boom la la .....'

Oops! As soon as he entered the water, Qin Guan knew that he had been pitted, the water temperature was only a few degrees, and it was freezing cold, and Qin Guan, who was rushing forward with the large army, only twitched his face!

'Whew, whew' alveoli are about to explode...

The deepest is less than the thigh, and the farthest is only thirty or forty meters on the other side of the river, for Qin Guan at this time, it seems to be so far away.

When the group of people who finally arrived on the other side of the bank with their legs like lead, before they could catch their breath, they heard the mourning voice of Director Lu Chuan.

"The density between the people expands at the point, this time some people's shots are blocked, let's do it again..."

'Whoop' 'Whoop'

It's just wading across the river, three minutes of running, a total of 33 round-trips...

When the black lens cover fell under the attention of everyone, Qin Guan, who was cold and unconscious with his white legs exposed, plopped down and lay on his back on the beach of the Gobi.

The sun had never felt so warm, and he didn't care about the dusty ground, only that the ground under his legs was so hot.

The friendship that has fought together is the most reliable, and this Qin Guan, who was regarded as a little white face by their Tibetan men, was officially accepted as one of them at this time, here.

"Lad, whoa... Whew... Oh no..."

"That's. I, Qin Guan, have never been intimidated...."

"Really? So why don't you get up and learn this now? ”

One by one, the crowd gathered around the white-legged outsider and danced their favorite celebratory dance of the Tibetans.

"I praise you~~Beautiful White Tower~~~Ahla, Central~~Beautiful White Tower...."

That raw, wild voice without a hint of embellishment, shouted in the most heroic way in the throats of these Northwest men.

"I praise you, ~~beautiful white tower~~"

Qin Guan, who was lying on the ground, watched them wave their arms and the pants that forgot to put on their trousers, waving them vigorously above their heads...... Pain and joy.

He could only use the same roar to sing the same song that belonged to these Tibetan boys, and he was angry and spewed out, and an emotion called bursting out came from the empty desert.

It's good to come to Hoh Xil and gain unexpected friendship and recognition.

The rest of the days, I don't know if it's the life of the city, have worn out all our tenacity, and the more than 100 members who accompanied us have fallen one after another.

Pneumonia, emphysema, fever, and lack of oxygen, so that this crew, who came with enthusiasm, began to appear deserters. (To be continued.) )