The hostel owner contacted me with a Buick GL8, I looked at the driver for a second, and my heart "sighed", although I have seen many types of people in the hostel, but people often say that each other is born from the heart, this guy doesn't look like a good stubble, I think I won't meet the underworld, right?

He has a stitch scar of about 5cm on his face, and he wears myopia lenses in his left eye and sunglasses in his right eye.

When he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, I noticed that his right eyeball was obviously abnormal, and he couldn't focus his eyes. If you start, I'm really not his opponent, he is at least 1.85 meters tall, he should also exercise regularly, with wide shoulders and thick back, big shoulders and round waist.

Seeing that I refused to get into the car with my luggage, he greeted me as if he was coping: "Hello, my surname is Ma, and the wind blows the grass and sees the horses of cattle and sheep." ”

Isn't this a challenge to me?

I tried to ease the atmosphere and said, "Ah, hello, my surname is white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, white. ”

"Nonsense, aren't you surnamed Yu, superfluous Yu?"

"Well, my name is redundant!"

"I already have your personal information, there is communication time on the way, hurry up and get in the car." When he urged me to get into the car, I didn't dare to make a sound.

The owner of the hostel on the side gave me ideological work, saying that the drivers he cooperated with were quite reliable, and I thought to myself, this may be people from different regions, and the way of expression is different.

After hesitating for a long time, I still got in the car.

Pull open the car door, there are already four people sitting in the car, everyone is silent, maybe everyone else in the car is similar to my feelings, the atmosphere is dull, each has a heart, after seeing me get in the car, he just smiled but did not speak.

The driver threw two Yida pills into his mouth and threw the bottle to us, but no one touched it, he should have also felt the "low pressure" in the car, and wanted to break the oppressive atmosphere in a humorous way, but he didn't find the right point......

He suddenly said: "You have to be kind to my wife, respect a little, don't take off your clothes casually in the car, don't take off your shoes and socks, I will throw you down when I see me." ”

After saying that, everyone almost straightened their backs, and the temperature in the entire car instantly dropped to freezing......

The four people in the car were supposed to be together, and after looking at each other, they turned their eyes to me, and after looking up and down, they seemed to see through something.

An aunt couldn't help but gossip, stared at me and asked the driver, "Excuse me, which one is your wife?" ”

The driver said, "My car is my wife!" ”

I and the people: "......"

……

Along the way, the driver spoke in a very special way, with some warning flavor, in addition to the three chapters of the law for us, he was hosting the 3.15 party for us, all kinds of anti-fakes.

Don't believe in flower cakes, how can there be so many flowers for you!

Don't buy Yiwu small commodities in the ancient city, if you want to buy it, go to Taobao to buy it!

Don't eat the legendary salmon, you're not in good hands!

Maca water is too deep, don't buy it casually if you don't understand......

An aunt next to me, following the rhythm of the horse driver, said one, she nodded, and in the end, the horse driver said faster and faster, and I faintly felt that she had dizzy herself...... Slowly, I feel that this Naxi man is not a serious businessman in the scenic spot, and he is sincere!

This morning, we went to the first bay of the Yangtze River and the Tiger Leaping Gorge, and I didn't stop looking for Li Shi during the whole process, fantasizing that at a certain moment, I suddenly met her at a certain scenic spot, and she was wearing a colorful silk scarf and looked back at me in the wind.

I don't know why, although I have only been separated for a few days, at this moment, I have begun to miss the time with her, and I can't help but recall that over the past year or so, what has happened between me and Li Shi, we have quarreled, reconciled, quarreled over the ownership of the hostel, and reconciled, until she went to England, quarrels seem to be the norm between lovers, and it has become a nostalgia between us over and over again.

At noon, after a lot of physical exertion, I found a small restaurant on the mountainside for lunch, a table was not full, everyone called the driver to eat together, the driver declined, saying: "You are God, I am just a simple driver, you eat more!" ”

The dishes were soon ready, everyone was really hungry, gobbling up the food, the horse driver hummed a song while checking the car, saying that the unique singing voice of the Tibetan people is really a lot of people can't learn, and the long long tune directly accompanied us to the whole meal.

When we had almost eaten, the driver moved two stools, one high and one low, one as a table and the other as a stool, and sat down in the corner with his back to us to eat.

The driver stood up suddenly, instantly became serious, and said: "People should respect each other, look at what you see!" ”

The aunt touched her nose with ash, instantly became honest, and returned to her seat in a gray manner.

……

In the afternoon, the vastness and magnificence of the Yila grassland subverted my imagination, I took out my camera, took a few photos that I thought I was very satisfied with, and the driver began to urge the trip, saying that there was a rule in his car, and he had to visit the Tibetan family, because he could take a rebate of ten yuan per capita.

I was shocked by his uprightness, and I felt a little embarrassed in my mind with a picture similar to the teacher's home visit.

In the end, it may be that poverty limits my imagination, and in addition to being offered a hata when entering the door, and then walking on an assembly line, each person is "clicked" by the camera, and the whole activity is relaxed and ceremonial.

The Internet has broken out that Shangri-La tourists are forced to consume, fortunately with the driver, we did not encounter this situation, Tibetans are really hospitable, can sing and dance, this is completely different from those "oil" who often run on the square stage, the look and smile are really different, in addition to sincerity, there is a sense of happiness!

In the evening, the serious driver began to become different, he would laugh when he chatted, laugh at the barley group that I couldn't pinch, and patiently teach us, and share what he did with everyone.

After dinner, the Tibetans set up a fire in the courtyard, and we danced around the fire together, and the horse driver, who danced happily, was happy like a child, maybe because the light was not good, and it was strange that the horse driver's scary scar could not be seen at that time.

This state has continued until the scenic inn, the horse driver said that there are many inns nearby, find one by yourself, and when he got off the car, he suddenly warned us seriously: "Tomorrow you will arrange a day in the scenic spot, I will pick you up at this place the morning after tomorrow, you don't go to the food stalls and bars for a few nights, it's best not to go out, it's very chaotic here, I won't come to save you if something happens!" ”

The crowd apparently accepted his advice, but I was at odds with others when it came to choosing an inn, who preferred to stay in a chain hotel and I preferred a hostel-type inn.

After parting ways, I chose an inn according to my mood, and after entering, I found that there was no one in the inn, everything was self-help, the boss was unwilling to manage, and taking care of my own life was not a problem for me, so it was okay, do whatever I wanted.

……

The next day, I went out for a walk during the day, and came back in the evening, and found that the innkeeper had put a hot pot in his yard, and prepared more than 10 wooden chairs, each of which was padded with a beautiful cushion.

During the banquet, we raised our glasses while listening to the stories told by the boss and the hostess, the stories of the passengers, the stories of how to transfer Shangri-La from Lijiang, and the Romantic of the two, they chatted happily through the wine, and we were really drunk at the table.

The boss said: "I respect all the guests who come from afar", and after saying that, he made three bowls in a row, and then beckoned the proprietress and said: "Zhuoma, you also mean it".

The proprietress has long hair and hangs down her shoulders, she is a delicate and stupid girl, and everyone can't bear it, persuading the proprietress not to drink too much.

Who knew that the stupid cute girl stood up slowly, flicked her bangs slightly in the last second, raised her foot on the stool in the next second, and said: "Everyone is a friend when they come, and they are all brothers in the four seas, how can the host be disrespectful, damn it, drink it dry!" After speaking, Gollum poured himself a drink, drank three bowls in a row, and then sat down leisurely.

Such a cheerful innkeeper, how can he not keep up as a guest?

I drank too, and the cheerful gurgling began to echo in the courtyard.

……

It is said that the proprietress opened a bar for a few years before, from Lijiang to Lhasa, and then to Shangri-La, the most important thing is the story of the fascinated people, every time she listens to everyone boringly, and then tells back a powerful story to crush us.

It was impossible to win her in the story, so we started to encourage her to blow up the mess when she lost, and soon, she lost, and it was her turn to tell the story.

Everyone looked curious, but she looked reluctant, slapped the table again, and said domineeringly: "If you want me to tell ugly things, I don't want to lose face?" I'll punish myself three bowls, and it's over. ”

The boss advised: "No matter how much you can drink, you can't spin continuously, and it's the same if you talk in another way." ”

"I won't say if I drink to death, I'm a Pisces, and I'm best at hanging myself from different trees in the same position!"

The proprietress of Zhuoma looked like a female man with an upright temperament, and people didn't want to say that it was not good for us to be embarrassed, so in the end, I changed the topic and asked: "You open an inn here, have you met any strange guests, that is, the kind that can drink more than you?" ”

"What am I, I can also be called able to drink? There was once a thirty-year-old man, who, like you, also came to wash his soul on a free trip, let's call him Mr. Zebra, that's called a fierce man. ”

Everyone looked at each other.

"As a result, during that time, the investigation was very strict, and in the entire Shangri-La, almost only my bar and inn could be open. So every night, it's crowded with bar owners, who run here every day to play the sea, play tambourine, and play guitar, because there is nowhere to go! At that time, he was wearing a white casual shirt, a letter T-shirt, slim pants on the bottom, and a guitar on his back, and his refreshing and handsome style attracted the attention of all the women present, but he only said to me alone, and he was full of ......"

The boss kept stirring the hot pot on the side, and the two of them frantically sprinkled dog food with eyebrows, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't deviate, get to the point!" ”

Zhuoma couldn't hide his smugness: "Mr. Zebra arrived one afternoon, and he was going to Lijiang, but he got lost, and he accidentally bumped into here, and he was immediately shocked and couldn't walk." ”

Me: "Shocked by what?" ”