Ren Ling Youyou......

Alas, as long as you don't drink and play hooligan, don't worry, I'll take good care of you.

I grinned, and said in my heart, when I was sober, I don't play hooligan, but this drunken ......

I had just had a bad idea, and a big black claw grabbed my arm again.

Then listen to each other for a while%#%......#¥%

Uncle Translator: "Okay, little melon baby, you can drink it!" If I had drunk with them, I might not have to fight with a knife, but alas, I didn't have anything to do, I'll go. ”

I hurriedly beckoned and said, "Don't go, you're gone, what about this communication, language, big problem." ”

The translator turned around and waved his hand: "If you have wine to drink, what language is not a problem!" ”

So, half an hour later, I was taken by the three men to a Tibetan home 30 meters away from the hotel where I was staying.

Ren Ling wanted to follow, but the big man waved his hand at her, which seemed to mean that men should drink, and women should not join in the fun.

Helpless, the little girl had no choice but to go back to the hotel to rest alone.

There are no young adults in this Tibetan family, only an old man and an old mother, and I don't know what the relationship between these three people and the old man is, anyway, they look at each other quite well.

The house is beautiful, full of beautiful handmade paintings that I can't read. On the beams of the house, on the pillars of the door, there are paintings everywhere.

In a standard Tibetan home, there are two places that are the most honorable, one is the scripture hall. The basic offerings in the scripture hall are Buddha statues and the statues of Grandpa Mao.

Here I ask, why the statue of Grandpa Mao is offered, this statement is ancient, it involves the dark serf rule in Tibet decades ago, which is beyond the scope of this book.

Tibetans, whether they have money or not, always spend the most money on the decoration of the scripture hall when building a house. Here, their beliefs are embodied.

Another important place is the fire room. The fire room of the Tibetan family is a multi-functional room integrating a kitchen, a living room, and a lounge.

There is a stove in the fire room, and a large kettle sits on it, and it is usually boiled with some milk tea and other drinks.

Three Kham men carried me all the way to the fire room.

The fire room of this house is very spacious and tidy.

The floor was made of solid wood, the walls were wallpapered, and in the middle of the fire room, there was a large pillar.

When I was a child, I heard the Taoist master say that this pillar of the Tibetan people's fire house is also called the pillar of the top beam, or the middle pillar. The thicker the pillar, the better and richer the family's life.

The pillar in front of me is almost as thick as my two waists, which shows that this family is not a rich family but also an absolute well-off family.

There was a stove in the fire room, and there was a fire in it, and there was a big pot on it, and I don't know what it was. On one side of the stove there were statues of gods, and on the other side was a large table, around which there were about six or seven small plastic stools.

The Kangba man pushed me to the table and asked me to sit on it, and they sat cross-legged on the floor.

I looked, probably estimating that I, a Han man, would not sit cross-legged.

I smiled in my heart, hum! Don't look down on people, I moved the stool at the moment, and sat cross-legged on the floor like them.

When the Han people saw it, they nodded yes.

After weighing yes and laughing, we stared at each other, and for a while, we didn't know what to say.

yes, what to say, language, language is a big problem.

I looked down and pondered, and suddenly, I suddenly remembered something, and then I reached into my jacket and pocket, and I pulled out a pamphlet.

When we bought equipment in Kangding, they gave it to us, saying that it was convenient to communicate with Tibetans, and it was printed with some Chinese transliterations of commonly used Tibetan languages.

I grinned at them, flipped through the little notebook, and looked at it, alas, I found it, and I looked up: "Tashi Delek! ”

The three fierce men, I couldn't stop laughing, and then I followed Tashi Delek.

I was overjoyed, and tried to ask, "Rusodebo drinks and worships ......" I went to this word so forgiving, I took a long time to say it, and it took them a long time to understand.

Then, I used this booklet to start communicating with these three men.

Then, I knew that the two people who were going to duel me were the ones I had squatted on, Dorje. The name Dorje means Vajra in Tibetan, yes, the Vajra of the Vajra gourd baby.

As for the guy who fought with Dorje, his name was Jampa, which means Maitreya Buddha.

The third person, who was a little older, looked at the forty-something named Basan, which means, Venus, and in addition, the person who was born on Friday.

We used the stupidest method and the most earthy method, even by analogy and guessing, and I knew why Dorje and Jampa were dueling.

Last time, they passed by and soaked in the hot springs, and then Dorje stole Jampa's clothes. This was not a big deal, but as a result, Qiangba drank too much at that time, and then got up and looked for Dorje's theory bare-chested. Both of them drank some wine and got into a fight. Then, Dorje threw Qiangba into a few big fights.

This anger is over! It's about to be a duel!

But the duel touched me, but it turned out that I couldn't fight, and then it was changed to the holy city of Lhasa, and I took turns to fight!

Okay, don't say anything, when the time comes, let's talk about it!

At this moment, the dishes came up, pots of beef, something, oops, dizzy. And then again...... Oops I'll go, this ...... That's right, why did this thing wine jar move out, and there were six of them.

I'm dizzy!

Say no! Drink with the rectum Tibetan brothers without hiding and tucking on the ground, as much as you can drink, until you drink!

The two old men put the dishes together, let us drink to our heart's content, and then retreated to the scripture hall when we were done.

Next, open the jar, take the silver bowl, and start building!

First of all, singing.

This big brother Kangba's voice is really not vague, much stronger than our Maiba.

As for what it is, I don't know, but it sounds good.

After singing, start drinking.

But drinking, there is still a sense of exquisiteness, and at this time, Brother Kangba taught me the etiquette of Tibetan drinking.

What kind of etiquette, is to put a little ghee on the edge of the silver bowl for me, this thing, I heard him mean to call it 'Garjian' probably smeared well, anyway, that's what it means.

After smearing this Garjian for me, Dorje stood up and asked for a toast to me.

Under the guidance of the other party, I dipped some wine with the tip of my ring finger, played it in the air, and then did it again, three times in a row.

Finally, when it came to the toasting session, it was troublesome, and I wanted three sips and a glass.

What is called three sips of a cup, he respects me, I take a sip, and then he fills it to me, and then respects, and drinks again, and then fills it again. Three times in a row, at the end, I will take the whole bowl of wine, one sip!

If this wine is beer, but this is the barley wine brewed by the Tibetans, the degree is estimated to be more than 40 degrees, this is terrible!

Do you see it? I don't have the spirit of letting go, and I really don't dare to fight with my Tibetan brothers.

After saluting, I went through the process.

I'm slightly dizzy! But that's just the beginning! It's a little overture, and then ......

Can I say I barely know anything? I'm just one word, drink!

Your sister, it's dark, and you really don't know what you're drinking, and you don't know how to drink from east to west, north and south, time, space, and other dimensions.

It's just a faint word.

At the end of the drink, the men were all in high spirits, singing and dancing around the big pillar in the center of the house.

My eyes are dizzy, my head is big, my body is floating, I really can't do it.

I struggled to get up, but a man didn't know where to go, so he got a Hada and put it around my neck.

I grinned, relying on the strength of the wine, I salute these three gentlemen in the way of our Han people, one person and one bowl of wine!

All three of them give a thumbs up!

And then grunt!

I didn't lie down, I clenched my fists and patted my chest, and then I made a sleeping position, I'm leaving!

Kangba man means to keep me, I hehe laughed evilly.

The Kham men came to their senses, and then, they didn't stay.

Then, he took me by the arm and sent me to the hotel.

I GRINNED AND SAID, "NO, NO, DON'T HELP ME." "I'll go, what I'm talking about, English is out.

I shook my arms, meaning to go by myself. As a result, the soles of my feet were like stepping on a spring, and if no one was to help my Tibetan brothers, I would be a dog to rob.

When I got to the hotel, I was holding up my spirits, and I gasped and said, "No, no, I can do it." I waved my hand, then leaned against the wall and walked inside.

When the Tibetan brothers saw that they had already arrived at the hotel, they did not send me off again, but shouted at the door. I guess it's good night or something.

I didn't understand well, my mind was foggy, my eyes were dizzy, and I was completely confused.

I touched the wall and walked all the way, and I estimated that this was the door of Ren Ling's room. I slammed on the door: "Open the door, open the door, sister, brother, come back, hurry up, serve brother!" Girl, open the door! ”

Knock for half a day.

The door creaked open.

I blinked my eyes, hey, this Ren Ling, why is she shirtless?

Look again, hey, where are those two Mimi?

The next second.

A deep voice sounded: "Sister doesn't have it, you have one, do you want it?" ”

I......

I went to the wrong room for me.

As soon as I heard the man, I threw up.

As a result, suddenly a little hand grabbed my arm, and then pulled it slightly, and I followed the little hand.

"Brother, how much wine are you drinking?"

A familiar little movement sounded in my ears, and in an instant, I felt like I had found home.

I put my arms around Ren Ling's waist and said, "I let people pour out a lot of hair, this Tibetan can drink it." I went, and they drank more than I did, and as a result, they sent me back......"

"Alright, alright, good, I'll take care of you." Ren Ling patted me on the head, opened the door, twisted my hips, and sent me in.

Then, Ren Ling took my arm and put me down on the bed.

After doing this, Ren Ling stood at the head of the bed with her hands on her cheeks, and muttered: "This, how to take care of it, what about your drunk boyfriend?" ”

I grinned, "What do you say, ...... you say I'm your boyfriend?" ”

Ren Ling seemed to blush, and then pulled her face and said, "Drunkard, die quickly." No, I happen to have a computer, so I'll look online and find out. ”

Then, I saw Ren Ling busy for a while.

Five minutes later, Ren Ling shouted, "Ah...... Don't you, you want me to strip naked and sleep with him? ”

I laughed evilly when I heard it, this 'XX knows', who asks the question, who answers the answer, the person who answers it understands men too well.