When reporting on Monday, Wen Wanbing deliberately rushed early, and she had already gotten up before dawn.

Colts, the temperature difference between morning and evening is too great, shivering, and I can't wait to put a quilt on my body. The clothes I brought this time were limited, and I only brought a thin jacket in total, and when I wore it on my body, the cold chill penetrated into my skin, and I couldn't stop shivering.

I reached out to turn on the lights, only to find that there was another power outage. Wen Wanbing has gradually become accustomed to this.....

In the past few days of living in Dorjee's house, whether it is day or night, the power has been cut off at every turn. It's a little better during the day, but at night, Wen Wanbing won't get used to it.

Fumbling around, he began to look for a lighter at the head of the bed. It was pitch black all around, and she couldn't see her fingers, and the boundless darkness with the loneliness in her heart made Wen Wanbing feel sad, leaning on the side of the bed and feeling sad.

In the darkness, Wen Wanbing's mind appeared all kinds of Tang Wei's things. Thinking that Tang Wei was about to get engaged to Liu Wenwen, Wen Wanbing's heart was like a knife, and she couldn't help but start pantothenic acid in her nose.

"Knock Knock Knock~~~Knock Knock~~~"

In the middle of his nerves, there was a soft knock at the door.

Don't think about it, it must be Tashi Dorjee, who wiped the tears that were about to slip from the corners of his eyes vigorously, and didn't make a sound.

"Wen Wanbing, if you don't get up, you'll be late!"

Dorjee's voice was loud, pouring into Wen Wanbing's ears through the thick door panel......

“......”

Running late? Wen Wanbing looked at the slightly numb sky outside the window, and didn't believe it anyway.

"There is a big temperature difference between morning and evening on our side, the days are short and the nights are long, get up quickly!"

Dorjee's voice was slightly hoarse, and he thought he had just gotten up. As if knowing that Wen Wanbing had gotten up, she stopped knocking on the door.

“......”

After thinking about it, Wen Wanbing decided to listen to Dorjee's words first, and walked towards the door of the room in a trembling voice. It's all this time, it's better to go out first.

"Squeak~~~", Wen Wanbing opened the door, because the temperature was too low, and her upper and lower teeth always couldn't help but tremble up and down.

As soon as the door opened, he fell into a warm and generous bosom, and then he was draped over a robe that resembled a jacket. A burst of warmth hit, and it took a long time for Wen Wanbing to stop shaking her whole body.

"There is a big temperature difference between morning and evening, put on the sheepskin jacket I specially customized for you, and you won't be cold!"

Dorjee's voice was very gentle, the oil lamp on the side shone faintly, and everything around him became hazy.

"You let go of me!"

Dorjee's strength is really great, if he doesn't want to let go, Wen Wanbing can't break free from his strong embrace no matter what.

In front of Dorjee, Wen Wanbing always felt very small, and this mixed-race Tibetan man always gave her a deep sense of oppression.

"Let's go, grandma cooked us breakfast, and after breakfast, we can go to work!"

Dorjee did not hug Wen Wanbing as desperately as before, but let go of his arms, lifted the oil lamp carved with a unicorn beside him, and walked in front of Wen Wanbing towards the staircase.

“......”

By the side of this Tibetan man Dorjee who suddenly broke into her life, Wen Wanbing could always easily vent the anger in her heart. This rough-skinned man seemed to be a pleasure for him to hit or bite.

surrounded the leather jacket like a robe on his body, and under the faint light of the oil lamp, the color of the robe was plain, which slightly conformed to Wen Wanbing's mind.

When it comes to eating breakfast, Wen Wanbing has always refused. The butter tea in front of him, I had taken a small sip curiously before, and the strong fishy smell and the salty milk drink that I didn't expect it to be anyway almost didn't make Wen Wanbing spit it out.

"Eat a glutinous meal, this is a whole grain, and drink some tea, these are healthy diets, and this is authentic Tibetan food. Eat more, you see how thin you are! ”

The breakfast table was a square table, a simple breakfast table with delicate patterns carved into the corners of the table.

On the table were stacks of dried beef and mutton meat, glutinous rice dumplings, and a small plate of fried unknown pastry, and a silver kettle next to the stacks. When she looked closely, Wen Wanbing realized that the plates containing the food were also silver.

“......”

Just smelling the cup of butter tea in front of her with steaming heat and strange aroma, Wen Wanbing felt a little sick to her stomach. Wrapped his jacket tightly and didn't eat a bite of food.

"Can't get used to eating?"

Dorjee had long thought that this gentle ice might not be used to their Tibetan food. He asked a friend in the big city to send him a few large bags of food that met the taste of the Han people, but because of the long distance, a few days have passed, and there is no shadow of the package.

“......”

Not wanting to answer Dorjee's words, he looked out the window.

Outside, it was getting darker, and occasionally you could hear the sound of people shouting as they passed by the house, driving cattle or sheep. Sometimes you can hear the cheerful voices of Tibetan-clad women talking to each other in Tibetan.

"Eat some tsampa and drink some water!"

For several days in a row, this Wen Wanbing did not eat much, and in the long run, how could this small body live at this altitude of five thousand meters above sea level.

Thinking of Colz in harsh conditions, Dorjee was a little selfish. I always thought that this gentle ice could live in this beautiful Corz forever.....

Because Wen Wanbing is the bride he recognized as Dorjee!

“.....”

Wen Wanbing's gaze was cold and did not respond. Silently looking at the quaint bronze table clock in the corner of the room, the hour hand pointing in the direction of seven o'clock.

"It's a 20-minute walk from here to the bureau, and I'm driving, and you'll be out of breath if you walk for five minutes in the morning. But slowly you'll get used to it, don't worry. ”

From here to the end of another street corner, Dorjee actually only takes ten minutes. But this gentle ice little short legs, if you walk, you need to add half the time.

Altitude sickness is just right, where dare she walk here for 20 minutes.

“......”

Wen Wanbing will definitely not answer, in the past few days, in addition to being more clear about the decoration and furnishings of her room, the rest of the house, including the current living room, Wen Wanbing has never taken a second look.

I only feel that what catches my eye is the strong ethnic style, as well as a variety of colorful bright colors filling all corners of the room, bright and vulgar.

“......”

Dorjee didn't speak again, quietly munching on breakfast.

glanced at Wen Wanbing, who had cold eyes, and felt more and more cute that this little person with a frosty face was cute, and the more she didn't speak, the more fun Dorjee felt.

When the food on the table was half full, Dorjee wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked out of the living room.

"My bag!"

From yesterday afternoon to now, after her bag was taken away by Dorjee, she has not been given to her.

"Here you go!"

Dorjee glanced at Wen Wanbing, who was wrapped in a sheepskin jacket with a white background and pink lace that he specially customized for her, and held her small waist, her face was still pale, and I felt pity.

When he walked to the door, he took out a small backpack embroidered with square lace from the door and handed it to Wen Wanbing.

"My backpack!"

In Wen Wanbing's opinion, that backpack is her life.

"That backpack is too big, I'll put it away for you. And all the tattered clothes inside have been thrown away, and I will prepare all the things you need in Corz in the future! ”

Speaking of the backpack, Dorjee sighed in his heart. Not to mention the white hair of washing, there is a zipper that is still broken. Afraid that the little pepper in front of him would go crazy, he endured it and didn't throw it.

But some of the shabby clothes inside, except for Xiao Chili's papers, were all thrown away by Dorjee.

“......”

Wen Wanbing was furious, turned around and ran upstairs.

Dorjee lives in the room next to her, and she has to get her backpack anyway. Because it's ..... inside

There was a pair of gloves that Tang Wei had bought for her.

That was also the only thing Tang Wei bought for her that she kept. If she was lost by Dorjee, she really had to fight with him.

"I'm going to be late, Wen Wanbing!"

Dorjee didn't expect Wen Wanbing to suddenly get angry, and he thought it was funny, and shouted loudly with that smile at Wen Wanbing's little back, and then added!

"I can't find you even if I look for you!"

"Pedal Pedal Pedal ~~~ Pedal Pedal Pedal ~~~"

Wen Wanbing hated Dorjee, but after all, it was the first day of reporting, in this Tibetan area where the people are fierce, there are many customs and rules, Wen Wanbing felt that it was better to understand it first.

Standing in front of these three-story Tibetan-style buildings with different styles of white walls, Wen Wanbing realized that there was a big courtyard outside the house. The bottom of the first floor was actually suspended in the air, and when the sky was already getting brighter, Wen Wanbing found that the six-character mantra was carved around the hanging first floor, spreading all the way along the corner of the house.

Even the white stone in the courtyard dam is full of six-character mantras, and the six-character mantra is gracefully written, always giving Wen Wanbing a sense of sacred solemnity.

"If you don't leave, you'll be really late!"

At the gate of the courtyard, Dorjee sat on a tall army-green jeep, shouting loudly at Wen Wanbing, who was looking around.

A thoughtful smile on his lips!

This little man still overestimated her height, and the white sheepskin jacket with pink lace on her body was still a little long, almost covering her ankles.

When looking down from above, the washed white black canvas shoes on Wen Wanbing's feet made Dorjee's eyes darken.

After work in the afternoon, take this little pepper to buy a few pairs of shoes.

"Dorjee, is this the Han bride you chose? Beautiful, like a fairy in the sky! ”

A Tibetan carrying crops on his shoulders glanced at Wen Wanbing, who was walking towards Dorjee, and greeted Dorjee with a smile and in Tibetan.

"Uncle Tsering, so early! Yes, the bride I chose must be good-looking! ”

Facing the cold morning dew in the morning, Dorjee smiled heroically.

“......”

Wen Wanbing couldn't understand the conversation between Dorjee and the Tibetans, standing by the tall jeep, the door handle was so high that it was difficult to reach the feet.

Dorjee looked at it and was very funny.

quickly got out of the car, came to Wen Wanbing's side, opened the car door, and hugged Wen Wanbing into the jeep, and then closed the car door hard, and also closed Wen Wanbing's eyes that became even colder when she looked at him.

"Boom~~~", Dorjee drove his jeep modified like a Humvee towards the direction of the Public Security Bureau.

Outside the window, the sun rises, a ray of sunlight shines directly through the thick clouds, and the red sunlight is sprinkled on the snow-capped mountains around it, and the mist is swirling, like that fairyland.

In the fairyland, under the high mountain, although it is simple, the white walls and red roofs are very distinctive, and Daofu hides in the eyes of Wen Wanbing, like a goddess on the snow-capped mountain.

As I watched it, I heard all kinds of cacophony in Tibetan.

Looking for the sound and looking at the past.....