Night falls on this grassland and yellow sand.

A place without neon lights, I don't know if it's unfortunate or lucky.

A yurt outside Lhasa.

A Jeep car stopped in front of the sheep pen, alarming the sheep, several fierce sheepdogs barked non-stop, especially a few Tibetan mastiffs barked extraordinarily, a posture of eating people, but no matter how you look at it, it is just a few dogs, even if they are poorly given wings, they are just dogs.

A few herdsmen also noticed the movement here, there is no xenophobia here, and they don't like to take a hot face to stick to people, although it was originally with a plateau red look, a few herdsmen wearing Tibetan clothes and roasting the fire leaned over, if you look carefully, you will feel that the figures of these herdsmen are generally burly, especially the shoulders are surprisingly wide, in the eyes of ordinary people, you may only feel that these people are a little strong, but in the eyes of insiders, these people are authentic practitioners.

The four men got out of the car, and an unscrupulous uncle in the lead made a grimace at the happiest Tibetan mastiff, perhaps this beast also felt that Yang Fenghuo looked down on it, and screamed even louder.

Yang Fenghuo smiled, as if the leashed dog barked louder, the happier he became.

"I don't like the useless things, a few years ago, Tuo Haibo shipped two purebred Tibetan mastiffs to me from here, I thought I could play more, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even fight the bits that weren't considered to be in the stream, and I put hundreds of thousands of them in vain, and these hyped dog dealers really hated to screw their heads off." Lei Zi looked innocent, staring at these dogs who only knew how to bite, and seemed to transfer his anger to these dogs.

"Do you want to let these ones out for you to play with?" Yang Fenghuo laughed and looked at these dogs teasingly, as if the more he looked at them, the more interesting he felt.

"No one is entertained here." A very stiff Mandarin sounded, and several men looked at Yang Fenghuo and the four of them as if they were staring at their prey.

Yang Fenghuo smiled and said: "When we come to find your master, we will go to tell him that a calf from Beijing is called Yang Fenghuo, and he will invite us in." ”

Several herdsmen looked at Yang Fenghuo suspiciously, one of them muttered a few words to the others, and left in a hurry, not whether they were going to pass on Yang Fenghuo's words, leaving the other few vigilantly looking at Yang Fenghuo and the four of them, their eyes were the same as these bullying dogs, which made people want to laugh.

"When are you going to let us know the truth of the matter?" Li Jackal said.

"The truth?" Yang Fenghuo looked at Lei Zi with a smile, and Lei Zi also smiled, as if he had heard some joke.

"Laughing at what?" Zhou Yanhua couldn't be angry, how did he feel like the two of them were playing tricks on them.

"I don't know what we're laughing at." Yang Fenghuo arched his hand, with a serious face, not like he was joking.

"In this society, there is no so-called truth, there is no truth in what is watched, listened to, or touched, let alone others, who can't have a story." Lei Zi poured the pills into his mouth one by one, but he couldn't be paralyzed, he could only make him more awake.

Li Wolf and Zhou Yanhua looked at a loss, some words could be understood, but they couldn't understand.

"If you want the truth, don't worry, you'll come across it slowly." Yang Fenghuo looked at the man who came back and muttered.

A few shepherds gathered together and didn't know what they were doing, but they got out of the way, and Yang Fenghuo smiled, not striding forward.

Led by the man who passed the word, the four of them arrived at the huge yurt, and the man had no intention of going in, but just made a non-standard gesture of invitation to the four of them, estimating that there would not be many visitors here in a year.

Yang Feng was furious, and he didn't care what was in this yurt, he got in, Lei Zi followed closely, and the absent-hearted Li Jackal and Zhou Yanhua also got in.

The decoration in the yurt is extraordinarily simple, an old man sits at the old wooden table, seems to be asleep, extraordinarily peaceful, the stove is extraordinarily hot, the whole yurt is like a greenhouse, making people a little drowsy.

"Old man Zang Lu Zhen, I haven't seen you for many years, don't come to harm?" Yang Fenghuo arched, this unscrupulous uncle, it seems that the famous people in the whole of China know the general, which makes people a little curious about the story of this man.

The old man nodded slightly, which can be regarded as selling Yang Fenghuo a face.

"I can't imagine that you can really stay here for ten or eight years, and you don't really plan to die here?" Yang Fenghuo did not shy away from suspicion, and sat down on the felt with a special pattern.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and I still can't control your mouth, but it's honest." The old man didn't laugh angrily, it seemed that Yang Fenghuo's thorny words made people feel disgusted, but had a special sense of intimacy.

Yang Fenghuo waved his hand, beckoned the three Lei Zi who were standing to sit down, fiddled with the tea set on the table and said: "I have lived most of my life, how can I change it, I am also waiting for the day when I meet an old thing that can make me dare not talk nonsense, but I haven't encountered it yet." "I have to, the madness on Yang Fenghuo's body is also innate, and he also has the strength that is called a demon.

The old man smiled, as if he liked to see Yang Fenghuo like this, as if he saw himself when he was young, he moved his wrist and said: "I don't plan to mix with the collector, old man, I have done my best, and the rest is waiting to listen to the destiny of heaven, the only fun is to see if the descendants can support this collector, that's all." Zang Lu Zhen shook his head slightly.

"Zang Xiping, who has not yet entered the soil, is not old by himself, why are you an old man who is a nephew, what kind of system is this." Yang Fenghuo didn't sell face to the old man, with a smile on his face, as if he was talking to an old friend.

The old man shook his head, not because he was speechless, but because he knew the temper of this Yang Fenghuo.

Yang Fenghuo didn't take his words seriously, and was a little lazy: "But you always estimate that you are not restless, and as soon as Zang Xiping dies, if you older generations let it go, isn't this pushing the old collector into the fire pit?" ”

"When it should be pushed, the word family is going to decline, the fault line is obvious, there is no banner to carry, even if it is the most promising Tibetan burning jade of the collector, the experience of Taoism can be half of Xiping, you can burn high incense, there are also too many white-eyed wolves who can't be fed, is it that we are too strong or too stupid in our old life, or are you too stupid or too realistic in this life?" Zang Lu Zhen looked sad, and there were too many things in his words, enough for many people to digest for a lifetime.

Yang Fenghuo didn't know if he understood it or not, but said with a smile: "Family, it's quite a beautiful thing." ”

"Nothing else, what's the matter with you coming to me this time, this useless old thing?" Zang Lu Zhen seems to know that this Yang Fenghuo is best at chatting and farting compared to his own skills.

"Kill someone for my boss, and that person will come to you in the next few days." Yang Fenghuo didn't keep it.

"I'm afraid it's not looking for me, it's looking for the female doll." Zang Luzhen sighed, thinking that his last pure land might not be quiet.

Yang Fenghuo snapped his fingers and said: "The position is different, even if the boss asks me to kill this female doll, I have to do it, not to mention a person on the road, all of them have been borrowed here for a few days by your old man, don't worry, just kill one person, and I won't make more trouble with the rest, after all, this is your family's territory." ”

Zang Lu Zhen nodded, it was a tacit acquiescence, but he was still thinking about something in his heart, but he didn't have an exit, beckoned the herdsman standing at the door to come in, and ordered Yang Fenghuo and the others to find a place to sleep, and he was a little tired to send off the guests, it seems that today's words are almost a month old man.

The herdsman led Yang Fenghuo and the four of them to leave, this time Yang Fenghuo did not carry out his lazy temperament, and left honestly, this unscrupulous uncle who seems to like to speak disrespectfully, and also completely disrespects the old and loves the young, but knows better than anyone what the word bottom line is, so he can take this outrageous speech to the extreme.

The four of them were placed in a yurt, which was neither too large nor too large, and the herdsman left them without much more than that, and strode away.

Yang Fenghuo fell on the bed, looking like he was going to sleep, and Lei Zi was lazily knocking on the pills, and he didn't forget to pick up a cigarette and smoke, looking like he was going to torture his body to exhaustion.

"Do you mean to tell us the truth?" Li Jackal looked at the two people who were completely unconcerned, and finally couldn't help it.

"Don't worry, how can the truth be revealed so easily?" Yang Fenghuo was soft, and the words came out of his mouth now, not ordinary and unconvincing.

"You'd better not be kidding us." Li Jackal warned, and sat down, after a day of running, Rao is Yang Fenghuo and Lei Zi are tired, not to mention him and Zhou Yanhua.

"It doesn't do me any good to fool you." Yang Fenghuo just lay down for a while, and then he made a move that seemed like a carp beating up, and he didn't know where this vitality came from, and he left the yurt in a hurry, leaving the three big men, the atmosphere was extremely boring, not only the atmosphere, but also the hearts of the three big men.

Yang Fenghuo looked at the sun falling from the grassland, this Tibetan night, like a cold winter, so there is a saying that you wear a cotton jacket in the morning and wear a yarn in the afternoon to eat watermelon around the stove, although it is far from being so outrageous, but it is not much different.

Yang Fenghuo moved his body and raised his temperature suddenly, but he looked at a girl who was also dressed in the same thin clothes on this hill, but this female doll looked in different directions from Yang Fenghuo, one looked at the sunset, and the other looked at the moon.