I sometimes think that if my brother hadn't shown up at the beginning, at least now I still have Chen Qing by my side, and I can chat and talk without being so lonely.

But he still showed up, and then my mother came back, and I became like this.

I simply packed up, didn't tell anyone except Guoguo, and drove to Tibet in an RV.

It's a long way and it takes many days to get there.

I kept moving along the highway, and there were rainy and sunny days on the way, with green wheat fields on both sides and endless fields.

After walking for several days, we finally arrived in Tibet.

According to the address given by Bian Wen, I came to a village at the foot of Nanga Bhava Mountain.

Tibet is high and the air is thin, people standing here, it is easy to get dizzy, and my body is already weak, I feel dizzy after walking for a while, and I can only be forced to stop and sit on the side of the road to rest.

Not far away, there is the village of Sosong.

The village is extremely beautiful, especially in this season, when you stand far away, you can see the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the village, all over the mountains, behind the flowers are the mountains in the distance, the top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the canyon is formed between the mountains.

The stream flows down the canyon and is a marvel of nature's ingenuity.

The people here are dressed in national costumes, which gives people a peculiar feeling.

Most of the villages are low wooden houses, and some of the courtyards are tied to horses, which is not unusual, but riding horses in such a beautiful village is a joy.

A short walk along the village is a cliff, and the whole village is built next to the cliff, and the radius is covered with flowers and trees, and the scene is charming.

I didn't drive, but parked outside and walked in.

There are also a lot of tourists here, and the locals must be used to this kind of sight, and I walked inside, a young man who looked like an old man, and did not attract much attention.

Walking through the crowd of tourists, I walked deeper into the village, and occasionally I was greeted by someone who could not understand what was being said, but in their expressions and eyes, there was enthusiasm that could not be hidden.

I took the photo, and I didn't know what to do for a while, although the village is not big, but there are hundreds of households, and it is not easy to find Nong Shouren from it.

After thinking about it, I decided to ask the locals anyway.

Coincidentally, a man came from the opposite side, dressed in national costume, leading a horse, and I hurriedly walked over and asked, "Hello, I would like to ask you about a person." ”

As he spoke, I held the picture up, and when he saw it, he said a bunch of things that I couldn't understand.

"Do you know? Is he here? ”

He looked at me and gestured with his hand, but I couldn't understand what was being said.

"You don't speak Chinese?"

He whispered a lot, and I didn't understand what it meant, and the two looked at each other, a little embarrassed for a while.

At this time, a large number of tourists came over behind me, and the tour guide led by me saw that I was talking to this person, and the language barrier was incomprehensible, and said to me: "Is it your first time?" The locals here rarely go out, and there is not much contact with the outside world, many people don't even speak Chinese, if you want to ask something, you can go to the inn to find the Moon Ling girl to ask, she can speak Chinese. ”

He showed me the way, and after I thanked him, I walked along the road, and the petals on both sides were flying, extremely beautiful, and after a while, the shoulders were covered with petals.

I took a detour and walked for a while, and on the side of the road I saw an inn with a strange font, and there was another sign hanging next to it, which read: Huazhu Inn.

"I guess this is it." I stood at the inn and went inside to take a look, there were a lot of people inside, there were locals and foreign tourists, bustling and endless.

Walking in, I found a table and sat down, and looked around, the inn was very elegantly decorated, and it could be seen that the owner had taken into account the Central Plains people and local factors, and specially arranged it.

I sat for a long time, and was about to go to the front desk to ask who the moon spirit girl was, when suddenly, a girl came over with a list, it seemed to be the waiter in the inn, and said to me: "Hello, what do you want?" ”

She handed me the list, and I took a cursory look at it, but I didn't have much appetite to eat, so I just asked for a cup of butter tea.

After a while, she brought the tea and turned to leave, when I stopped her and said, "Girl, is there a girl named Yueling here?" ”

When she heard this, she looked back at me, nodded and smiled, "I am." ”

During this period, I kept my head down, and when I heard her answer, I looked up and found that this girl was very good-looking, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and black hair, a kind of unique beauty of the Tibetan people.

"What do you have to do with me?"

"Ah, I heard that only you speak Chinese better here, I want to ask you personally." With that, I took out the photo, handed it to him, and said, "Do you know this person?" ”

She came over curiously, looked at the person in the photo, shook her head for a long time, and said, "I haven't seen it, it seems that it looks like it's Tibetan, but it shouldn't be from this village." ”

She speaks Chinese very well, almost no different from normal people.

"Yes." I nodded a little disappointed, and said, "His name is Nong Shouren, and he used to be here." ”

"Former people? Then I don't know. She smiled embarrassedly and said, "I've only been here for ten years, and people before didn't know much. ”

"That's right." I was stunned, put the photo away, it felt like the clue was broken, and when I was about to thank her, she suddenly said, "But I can help you ask the hostess, she has been here for a long time, maybe she knows something." ”

I was overjoyed when I heard this, as if I had grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly handed her the photo and said, "Then I'm bothering you." ”

"You're welcome." She went to the hostess with the photo, I sat at the table, anxiously waiting, and after about ten minutes, she returned.

"How?" I asked urgently.

"I know who this person you are talking about." She returned the photo and said: "He is not called Nong Shouren here, his name is Jiayang, he is indeed from our village, but he has been dead for many years, when he was alive before, he lived on the cliff at the edge of the village, and he was always alone, and the house has been empty for many years after his death." ”

My heart trembled when I heard this, and I hurriedly said, "Can you give me the specific address of his house?" ”

"I'll take you." She said enthusiastically: "It's not far from the inn. ”

I was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked her, but she shook her head and said, "You'd better not get your hopes up, because it's been empty for years, and you won't find anyone even if you go, and it's a horrible place." ”

"Horror?" I frowned when I heard this: "How do you say this?" ”

"Hmmm... I can't tell, anyway, when I go back at night, I don't dare to pass by that place alone, and I'll know when you get there. ”

After that, I followed her out of the inn and along the road to Nong Shouren's house.

On the way, I asked him, how did Nong Shouren die?

She shook her head and said she didn't know, but she had heard it, and it was weird.

It is said that Nong Shouren had a strange disease, and the whole person aged a lot overnight, from the appearance of his twenties, he instantly became an old man, full of white hair, thin as dry wood, before he died, for some reason, he kept singing at home alone.

He sang from daytime to dark, and his voice was hoarse, and at night, his singing echoed in the village, and some people even said that he was tired to death.

When I heard this, I chuckled in my heart and hurriedly asked, "What song did he sing?" ”

"I asked the proprietress just now, she said that he sang a very old song, the lyrics are very complicated, not Tibetan, a bit like the content of the Central Plains, there are a few sentences she remembers, rabbits die and dogs cook, people die ghosts cry, and the long night is ancient."

"Rabbits and dogs cook, people die and ghosts cry, and the long night is ancient. . . ." I heard the words and read them again, and vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the lyrics, but I couldn't say anything wrong.

After walking along the road for a long time, I felt tired, so I asked her to stop, wait for me, and sit on the side of the road to rest for a while.

She sat next to me, held her chin, looked at me and smiled, "You are obviously a young man, but your body is like an old man, slow to describe and easy to get tired." ”

When I heard this, my heart trembled suddenly, and I suddenly turned my head to look at her, as if I had been struck by lightning, and my mouth opened for a long time before I said, "You just now... Say what am I? ”