La Sa is just an ordinary city.

Among the countless cities in China, it does not stand out, the only difference may be that it is built in the depths of the plateau.

The same reinforced concrete, the same to be busy for life.

But most of the time, it does have a slower pace.

Located right in the heart of the city, the Buda Rak Palace is filled with its holy light, bringing a touch of piety and tranquility.

The whole city also fell silent.

Zhou Yi wore more than a dozen strings of long, short, bodhi, agate stone, chicken blood vine, wolf tooth, sandalwood, and golden silk nan beads bought from various vendors.

He didn't understand this, and he didn't plan to delve into the truth for the time being, but he just thought it looked good and the price was quite suitable, so he bought it. A string of beads, round, cool, warm, smooth, dry, all kinds of beads rolling around in the hand, for Zhou Yi to do hand massage, but also to the leisurely heart, add a different kind of music.

Butter tea is a characteristic of the Tibetan people.

It is indeed good to drink some occasionally, but Zhou Yi is a little greedy, or there is really no one worth sharing, so he sat down and drank a small pot of butter tea alone.

Butter tea is indeed sweet, you don't feel tired - but it is the oil and the tea that comes out, and if you drink too much, your throat will become dry, greasy, and very uncomfortable.

In contrast, Zhou Yi still likes to drink sweet tea, which is commonly known as milk tea.

The sweet tea here is very cheap, and you can buy a small pot for five yuan; In some places, it can also be sold by the cup, a few cents a cup, which can allow you to drink enough.

The volunteers in the inn have been in Lhasa for a long time.

They often introduce tourists like Zhou Yi to various places to go, and the reward, if you will, is very happy to treat them to a light meal.

Zhou Yi came to this remote alley with their acceptance.

The alley is almost invisible to tourists, and it is separated from the tourist-filled Barkhor Street by about ten meters, but it is another world.

In the lanes, the Tibetan buildings seem lonely and quiet, already covered with moss, which is the breath left by time.

Zhou Yi went a little further inside, turned left at the fork in the road, went up the stone steps, and soon saw an old doorway, which was an old-fashioned and wide wooden house, and there were many guests in it, but in fact it was not much; Among the guests, only half are tourists, and the other half are Tibetans.

The inside is extremely clean and dim, with only a little light, slowly infiltrating through the old-fashioned window lattices, gently sprinkling on the tabletops, mottled with ancient colors and traces.

Zhou Yi picked up a pot of tea at the counter, put down a large bill, and then took out the money himself and sat on the table by the window lattice.

From beginning to end, the little Tibetan old man didn't look up at him even a glance, everything was so natural and smooth.

The trust between people, in this spacious and old house, is given the greatest recognition.

Zhou Yimo rubbed the strings in his hand, making a soft sound like Sanskrit sound, the hot sweet tea soaked his lips, slowly poured down from the throat, and when he reached the stomach, it was still hot, with its unique sweetness and hot soup, as well as tranquility.

He sat on a bench full of monuments, enjoying the rare peace.

An old Tibetan woman who was begging came over and reached out for money.

Zhou Yi had no intention of giving money.

He now gives very little money to beggars.

But he was in a good mood and did not completely refuse. He pointed to the sweet tea on the table, "Drink?" ”

The first beggar is gone.

Soon a second beggar came, and the same story, he was gone.

A third beggar came, but he still didn't drink the milk tea given by Zhou Yi and left.

When it came to the fourth begging man, this was an old Tibetan man, with black and yellow skin wrapped in high cheekbones, his back was already hunched, poking a wooden stick, walked up to Zhou Yi, without asking, pointed to the small boiling water bottle containing sweet tea on the table, and signaled: Can I drink a little?

Zhou Yi shook his head, "It's gone, it's over." ”

He shook the small boiling water bottle, and there was no sound of water, indicating that there was really no more.

The fourth beggar also left disappointed.

"Poof!"

A laugh came from the table next to him, although it was very light, but in the quiet of the building, it was so obvious.

Zhou Yi looked at it when he heard the sound and saw a fashionable girl wearing sunglasses.

He can't see the age of the other party, but looking at the appearance, it seems that he is about thirty years old, and the girl's flowers have not yet been completely gone, but looking at the temperament and charm, it is completely ripe and plump and soft, removing all the youth and slight bitterness.

Zhou Yi looked at her and always felt that he had seen it somewhere, but the other party recognized Zhou Yi.

"It's you!" The slightly thick voice rubs out a different sex appeal and oscillates in the space.

"You know me?" Zhou Yi was surprised.

He looked at the other party carefully, and felt that the other party had a kind of aura of its own, once it was noticed, then wherever she was, she was the center of the whole heaven and earth, and it was naturally dazzling.

"I gave you a bottle of water while you were riding, and you forgot?" The corners of the woman's mouth were gently pursed upward, with some girlish naughty dissatisfaction, but it was not pretentious, adding a dazzling style to the mature charm.

Zhou Yi always rides alone, and he encounters a lot of people who give water and drinks on the road, but such a woman is indeed not easy to forget.

The reason why he didn't remember it was all because when they met for the first time, on the hurried road, the other party had been holding a video camera to shoot, photographing the surrounding scenery, filming the people she saw, and photographing every beautiful thing.

Zhou Yi has naturally become her landscape, and it is a very unique one.

She had seen too many cyclists, but rarely had such a sunny, healthy, clean, and ironed big boy; He stepped on it extremely fast, and every muscle on his body was attached to his soaked shirt, squirming up and down regularly, full of a sense of strength.

Such a male is enough to attract the attention of any woman.

"Oh, thank you so much!" Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I'll invite you to tea!" He didn't care whether the two women sitting next to him refused or not, so he brought two pots of sweet tea, one on their table and the other for himself.

His eyes glanced at another woman with slightly protruding cheekbones sitting next to the woman—this woman sat next to this radiant woman, and she didn't lose any color.

He always felt that this woman had seen it somewhere, and suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind, and he was startled in his heart, and blurted out with a soft cry - "Liu Jialing!" ”

Liu Jialing put her hand in front of her mouth and asked him to silence him and not attract attention.

In fact, the two women with such brilliance have long attracted the attention of others, but most traditional Tibetans do not know this star very well; And a small number of tourists, enjoying the purity of the afternoon alone, enjoying the tranquility of this world, or not noticing, or seeing, have no intention of inquiring.

The woman who sits with this big star is naturally not simple.

Zhou Yi looked at her silhouette, thought about it, and finally remembered someone, a popular actress in the tenth century, and an actress who quietly retired and was silent at the most dazzling time - Zhong Chuhong.

It stands to reason that as a post-90s generation, you shouldn't know this actress.

But Zhong Chuhong is not an ordinary woman, even if she retires and no longer lingers in the entertainment industry, but her charm and unique temperament are still chased by a group of people after all.

If Zhou Yi is such a woman, how much love at first sight and how "five-body throwing", it is a joke, but the women who can come out fresh in that dirty circle, and the women who can quietly retire when they are the most popular and live the life they want, are really worthy of admiration.

Especially after seeing too many kinds of scumbags and tearing-coercion, such an independent personality and such a "resolute" rapids are really not easy to appreciate.

Zhou Yi does like such a slightly mature and plump woman with an independent personality, and it is precisely because of this that he can recognize this actress who has not appeared for a long time.

"You know me?" Zhong Chuhong said with a surprised smile. Between the words, there is still a bit of pride.

A person recognizing her who has long since disappeared is not too surprising for Zhong Chuhong. But in the face of the big boy in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised and proud.

Perhaps, in her mind, this boy was different - when he inadvertently broke into her shot, something, changed.

"Of course I know, although I haven't seen your movie, I've heard a saying, 'Chow Yun-fat is the most popular, and Zhong Chuhong is no more popular'!"

The two laughed for a while, but they couldn't help but leave the other woman aside. She has always been used to being sought after by everyone, and she can't help but feel a little uncomfortable and jealous, even if they are friends now, the jealousy that should be there still can't be erased.

More than ten years ago, the woman next to her was held in everyone's hands; Now, even after more than a decade, people still remember - think of those stars who were forgotten by everyone when they didn't appear in the media for three days - how unfair it is.

Liu Jialing did not show the unspeakable jealousy in her heart.

She is already a mature woman, no longer the girl who only knew how to fight for silk at the beginning; Years of experience, even if no one pays attention, it has developed a charm by itself......

People who are not in the same world have met in unexpected encounters again and again, and the arrival of separation is also expected, faster than imagined.

Zhou Yi didn't pull them to take a photo or sign autographs, just smiled, waved his hand gently, and said goodbye - just ordinary people, aren't they?