"The red Potala Palace stands on the green grass against the backdrop of snow-capped mountains and blue skies, and I feel as if I see the place where the gods live." In the square directly below the Potala Palace, Wang Yang sent such a letter with his mobile phone, coupled with a back picture taken by Junjun with a single-lens reflex camera behind him, which instantly attracted many fans' comments.

Guardian Bird: "Come and see, the local tyrant sword is going to Tibet to travel and take pictures!" ”

Xiao Xiaojie: "This picture has connotation, the back in the picture is in pairs, and the local tyrant sword is traveling with 'other people's wives'!" ”

Red Moon Private Message@: "Don't you tell me when you go out to travel, with your girlfriend?" ”

Fu Xiaochen: "Nima, why don't you take me?" ”

……

Didi's comments are very loud, Wang Yang is now casually posting a letter, and there are thousands of clicks, hundreds of forwards, and dozens of comments in just a few minutes.

He had to rush to the 2,300 quota for entering the Potala Palace every day, and he didn't have time to reply to his friends, so he hurriedly began to walk up the mountain.

Junjun followed behind and clasped his mobile phone, shouting: "Hey Wang Yang, I already follow you, you also follow me!" ”

"Go back and give me the camera."

"Humph!"

Although Junjun rubbed for some time, the two still dared to enter the palace within the quota.

Take photos of the scenery while going up the stairs of the White House.

Climbed up, the sun soaked Wang Yang sweated profusely, but to the main hall, the wind blew, looking down on the vast square under the palace, as well as the Lasan Plateau complex, in this closest place to heaven, the mysterious and magnificent Potala complex, he stroked the white marble carved patterns, reading the scriptures inscribed on the Buddha statue, thousands of years of ancient history as if through time and space presented in front of Wang Yang, very refreshing, but also very shocking.

Wang Yang walked into the hall, the main hall is the portrait of Songtsen Gampo and Princess Wencheng, inlaid with gold treasures, his eyes seem to have opened a picture scroll of history, and his quiet thoughts are suddenly brought to thousands of years, leaving behind all feelings and comprehensions.

His brain also quickly fantasized, recalled, and conceived "The Tibetan Code".

After more than three hours, the Potala Palace began to puritanize, and the tourists could only linger and leave.

Wang Yang looked at the photos taken while holding a SLR while going down the mountain, and he said to Junjun: "I'm going to Barkhor Street in a while." ”

"Don't, go back to the hotel and rest, I'm so tired."

"Go back yourself." Wang Yang glanced at Junjun with some annoyance, he and Junjun had nothing in common, only differences. She doesn't like to read, travel and historical monuments, and the difference between tourist destinations is that Junjun is suitable for going to the Maldives, the Aegean Sea, and Dubai, while he likes the Egyptian pyramids, the ancient city of Mayan ruins, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang and so on.

In short, Wang Yang still doesn't have a good impression of her, even if Junjun can stimulate him occasionally, it's only physical, and his heart doesn't really beat.

Junjun gave up and continued to follow him, her body couldn't bear it, and altitude sickness made her dizzy and retching anytime and anywhere.

No one wants to be one more burden, Wang Yang doesn't want to drag a sick woman at present, he needs to find inspiration for creation as soon as possible, and let the mysterious history of Tibet deeply imprint in his mind in the past few days.

……

Noon, Barkhor Street.

Wang Min walked out of a residential compound, she was about to go to the street to buy something, and when she came out of a store, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of a stall to select a Tibetan knife.

"Grandma, how much does this Tibetan knife cost?" Wang Yang squatted in front of the stall, staring at an old Tibetan grandmother, smiling and stroking a delicate Tibetan knife in his hand, which was a typical crescent moon Tibetan knife with a leather scabbard inlaid with some colorful local gems, which was very beautiful.

The old Tibetan grandmother smiled and said, "One hundred and eighty-five! ”

Wang Yang couldn't understand because the old Tibetan grandmother spoke Tibetan.

"Grandma said one hundred and eighty-five, but why did you buy a woman's knife?"

After turning his head and seeing Wang Min, Wang Yang was a little surprised, and he smiled: "Why are you here?" ”

Wang Min blinked and said, "My family lives nearby!" After speaking, she lifted the Tibetan cloth bag and said, "Come out at noon to buy some ingredients for cooking, have you eaten?" ”

"Not yet, it's not like seeing a beautiful knife and wanting to buy it and collect it." Wang Yang touched his stomach, but he felt very hungry.

"Let's go, I'll go to dinner later." Wang Min said, she smiled at the old Tibetan grandmother again: "Grandma, this is my friend, you find him without a blade, otherwise he will not be able to take it back." ”

"What did you tell Grandma?" Wang Yang asked curiously.

"I said to find you a knife without a blade, the knife in your hand is for a woman's self-defense, you are a big man who actually likes such a knife, haha......" Wang Min said and smiled strangely.

"What's so strange about this, can't I give it to a woman...... I seem to have heard that the Tibetan custom is that when a man gives a woman a knife, it means confession? Wang Yang asked.

Wang Min hummed a little uncomfortably.

The old Tibetan grandmother tossed out a woman's knife again, Wang Yang took out the money and handed it over, and said to Wang Min: "Tell Grandma that you don't need to look for it." ”

"Don't mind, the knife Grandma bought will make more money than you think." Wang Min smiled happily.

Wang Yang thinks about it, there are too many tourists in Lasan, and the unique Tibetan knife in Tibet is spread all over the world, maybe this old Tibetan grandmother has a higher income than him.

"Okay, come with me, come to my house for dinner." After Wang Min watched him put the woman's knife in his bag, she generously invited.

"Well, okay, I'm getting ready to find you anyway."

Wang Yang's desire for Tibetan mastiffs is very high, he has read a lot of Tibetan mastiff materials on the Internet in his previous life, including buying a lot of Tibetan mastiff books, but unfortunately he has never had the opportunity to see a living animal, let alone raise one.

A few minutes ago, at the entrance of a street, I saw an adult Tibetan mastiff with red hair, it was lying on its stomach under the sun, strong as a fierce lion, which really made him greedy, and took several photos.

Following Wang Min to turn west, Wang Yang was almost lost, he said: "When you come out, you want to take me, I am already dizzy and can't touch the southeast and northwest." ”

Wang Min smiled: "It's normal, ten outsiders will get lost here, and more importantly, if you want to ask for directions, it will definitely kill you." ”

Wang Yang asked, "What do you say?" ”

"For example, if you want to ask an old Tibetan on the highway how to go to Lulasan, the old Tibetan points to that side and says that it is Qinghai, there is Ulumuqi, there is Bhutan, and there is Nepal~"

Wang Yang was stunned, these four places spanned hundreds of thousands of kilometers! How can you answer like that?

"Do you want to know why?" Wang Min asked with a smile.