At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still shining.

On the side of the road, the flowing water gently spreads down, hanging a clear stream.

The earth, stone and mud walls are oblique, and in the col, in the shade, take advantage of the shade.

It is not only the increasingly fertile soil and mud wall that enjoys the coolness, not only the clear stream of this wall, but also the green and green that grows in the clear and bright clear stream, soothing the green leaves moistened by the clear spring, and growing golden and brilliant flowers like butterflies!

The flowers are not in the sun, but the sparse spots of light leak down, leaking on the golden flowers, reflecting the whole world lively, it seems that the whole heaven and earth, there is only this wall of clear springs, a cluster of yellow flowers.

Zhou Yi picked up a handful of cool spring water under the flowers and leaves, poured it on his head, breathed a long sigh of relief, sighed as if enjoying, and his whole back was just attached to the spring wall, letting the spring water dip into his body.

Raising his head, a clear spring poured down from the top of his head, just falling on Zhou Yi's lips, the sweet and soft taste, ripples between the mouth and tongue, and slowly immersed.

Zhou Yi's heart is quiet, and in this way, he can taste the taste of this extremely clear water.

He wiped a handful of water from his head, let his wet hair droop, pedaled onto the mountain bike, and continued on.

When he was still seven or eight kilometers away from the mountains, a Tibetan-Minran commissary appeared in front of Zhou Yi's eyes.

Such barren mountains and mountains, popping up a commissary, want to make no money, maybe it is some pocket money, mainly for the passing passengers special travel friends to provide convenience, of course, perhaps, the host wants to chat with the people passing by, understand some of these people's hearts of the world, find out a different world.

Zhou Yi was indeed a little tired.

He pushed the cart over and placed it horizontally by the door, and before anyone could enter the house, a young Tibetan man came out, holding a cup of hot water in his hand, and said in somewhat awkward Mandarin: "Come in, drink saliva." ”

Zhou Yi sat on the narrow long bed of the Tibetan-private house, and a mouthful of hot water seeped through his throat, and the whole person relaxed.

The furnishings of the whole room are very simple, except for some kitchen utensils and miscellaneous items stacked on one side, the other three sides are some long narrow beds; In the middle was a hot stove, and there was a large cauldron on it, steaming white, and I don't know what was steaming.

It is not much different from most Tibetan-private houses that Zhou Yi has seen.

Zhou Yi looked at it for a while, drank a few glasses of water, and the whole person became lazy.

He touched his hand, and felt something hard, cool, smooth and slippery, and when he picked it up, it was a stone.

The stone is blue and green, and there is no dazzling luster, and it is transparent to the touch, perhaps because of the lack of hygiene, there are a few black stains on the stone, which is extremely eye-catching.

Zhou Yi took a closer look at the stone, and somehow, he always felt that something shot out from the center of his eyebrows, illuminating the whole stone.

Inside the stone, there seems to be something contained, shining brightly.

"Friend, may I ask, what kind of stone is this?" Zhou Yi didn't know if there would be any taboos, so he asked tentatively.

"A friend, brought from Kunlun Mountain, is worthless." The black-faced Tibetan-Min guy said with a simple smile.

Zhou Yimo held the stone, and the curiosity in his heart lingered.

He took his power bank out of his bag and said, "I'm a little curious about this stone - can I have this one for you?" Zhou Yi waved the small and delicate power bank in his hand.

Tibetans are often willing to exchange materials and barter with others because of the vast and sparsely populated Tibetan areas and the difficulty of getting supplies in from outside.

The Tibetan-Min guy took the power bank and looked at it, tried it with his mobile phone, and nodded with a smile at Zhou Yi.

As soon as the two of them finished trading, on the stove in the middle, the originally faint white mist suddenly became thick, and suddenly came out, and the lid of the pot rang loudly!

The Tibetan-Min guy hurriedly lifted the lid of the pot, revealing the three steamed yellow-flour steamed buns inside.

"Do you too, eat? Together? ”

Zhou Yi smelled the fragrance of steamed buns, felt a water in his stomach and shook, couldn't help moving, and nodded, "Then I'm welcome!" ”

The black-faced and red-faced Tibetan youth took off the steamer and got busy working next to it.

Out of nowhere, he took out a white lump with a yellowish tinge in the shape of a ball—his hand kept moving, peeling off the white lump piece by piece, and peeling it into small pieces.

"Are you making cabbage?" Zhou Yi was taken seriously by the young man's body, and he couldn't see it very clearly, just looking at his appearance, and guessed.

"Cheese, made from yak milk." The young man replied without looking back.

Zhou Yi turned his head sideways and looked carefully, only to find that the pieces were indeed similar to solid dairy products, milky white with a very light yellow, and when he smelled it carefully, there seemed to be a sour ** smell coming from it.

The black-faced young man peeled the yogurt into slices, took out a bag of chili peppers from under the tabletop and washed it, picked up a delicate silver coat of Tibetan knife from the cutting board, and "pop-pop-pop!" Chop it up.

That Tibetan knife, when Zhou Yi entered the door, he saw it, it was no different from those exquisite knives in the Tibetan Knife Museum, I thought it was a work of art, but the first time I appeared in front of Zhou Yi, Bi-Ge fell out!

Cut the peppers and grease them.

The oil boiled on the fire of the big horn, and the aroma of the oil sprayed came out, and finally it had the taste of a meal.

"Poof!" The young man put all the chopped chili peppers into the oil pot, and the oil suddenly boiled, and there was a splash! At the same time, a smell of chili peppers came to my nose!

For a Hunan person, chili pepper is always something that can't be refused, and oil drizzling chili pepper is almost a common dish. Zhou Yi looked at the Tibetan young man in front of him, his mind was full of recognition, and he already imagined that in this wilderness, he would have a good meal.

The facts gave him a big blow - when Zhou Yi was full of illusions, the Tibetan guy quickly snapped all the yogurt on the cutting board into the oil pot that was still "poofing" - the fragrance of chili peppers was still there, but the smell of sour food began to disturb Zhou Yi's nostrils.

He looked at the clumps of white cotton wool lying on his stomach between the green peppers, and wondered if he could eat this thing.

As the situation has reached, the Tibetan compatriots over there have already started a partnership, and he cannot hesitate any longer.

Zhou Yi's eyes widened, he picked up a ball of white flocculent and put it in his mouth, and soon, a sour and astringent taste with the choking smell of oil and chili pepper overflowed in his mouth and overflowed into his stomach.

What kind of flavor is that?

Let's not talk about the complex smell and taste caused by the chemical changes caused by the strange sour smell of chili pepper and oil, just talk about the sour smell - just like the sour smell and nasal smell brought by a person who has drunk too much wine and pours all kinds of undigested and completely foamed food into his mouth.

Zhou Yi hurriedly took a bite of the yellow steamed bun.

The seemingly ordinary yellow steamed bread also has its own different smell, except for the taste of the steamed bread itself, which is already a sour taste, almost inseparable from the taste of fried yogurt, perhaps the two originally originated from the same source is unknown.

Only with a smile, constantly nodding his head to affirm the "beauty" of the food, gnawing on half of the steamed buns, he finally couldn't eat it, and he was used to a full stomach of water, so he barely suppressed the taste.

The Tibetan-Chinese guy was full of enthusiasm, seeing that it was not early, and wanted to let Zhou Yi stay overnight, he deliberately emphasized that he would not charge money.

After Zhou Yi finished this meal, he had shattered all his expectations, and he was silently crying in his heart, hoping to escape from this food hell soon......

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There are a lot of things in my head these days, so I'll give it more.