He dragged the coat off his body and touched the child's head: Child, is it cold? Take it and wear it. As he spoke, he shoved his clothes into the child's arms.

That child is probably afraid of life, and he lives in the depths of the mountains all the year round, and even an outsider will not appear in such a poor place, let alone give you something. Moreover, the people of the two places cannot communicate with each other, which is the most troublesome place for Mu Xichen.

The little boy took a few steps back in cringe, his dark eyes rolling roundly, and he was looking at the sudden outsider, his heart full of curiosity and defensiveness. Those bright eyes did not have the slightest look of fear, perhaps this is the strong and resolute character of the Tibetan people.

Mu Xichen held his clothes in the palm of his hand in distress, and wanted to step forward to explain to the child. He crouched down, and in a moment a woman ran out of it, and glanced at himself hurriedly, terrified. The old woman's face was swarthy, and there was a particularly large black mole above her left temple. Her forehead lines were all huddled together, and she didn't dare to stay any longer before slamming the door shut.

Mu Xichen was dusted, and for some reason, he could only hear some excited Tibetan words and children's cries coming from behind the wall.

I was even more puzzled in my heart, and looked up at most of the sky that was blackened by dark clouds, and the rain was still falling. He put on his coat and collar, and looked at the towering peaks in the distance, which were covered with snow.

Chenzi's face was flushed, and he was so angry that he was very happy. I can't imagine how I survived frost and altitude sickness a few days ago, and got here step by step.

Although this is not on the Himalayas, nor is it a northward area, even at the foot of the mountain, it is inevitable that the autumn cold wind will freeze people. Snowflakes fell from the sky, and before they could reach the ground, they turned into droplets and fell down.

Mu Xichen looked confused, could it be that he had done something that the locals didn't think he should do?

Thinking about plunging into another roundabout way, I turned around most of the time, and found that these houses were all made of wood, except for the lame sixth, that is, the family he lived in now, these people's families seemed to be much better than them.

Curious all the way to look around and stop, occasionally found a few people walking on the deserted road, wearing colorful clothes, but the quality is indeed difficult to identify, but the child just now does not even have shoes, want to come here even if you can cultivate the yield but not supply the demand.

After walking for a long time, it suddenly became clear that there was a vast area ahead. A small hillside is covered with a variety of plants. Looking to the south, there is no obstacle and there is no obstacle, and it is naturally the best place to grow crops here. Of course, this is also compared to the current embarrassing situation of the locals.

He estimated and thought about it, the Brahmaputra River belongs to the subtropical region to the south, the lowest altitude is only more than 2,000 meters, and the average altitude of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is 4,000 meters. Add to that the fact that the Himalayas block the warm currents that rise from the Indian Ocean, making the region wet and rainy in winter, so it's no wonder that people still live in such a barren and extinct place.

Perhaps these people are a group of people who have migrated down from the other side of the mountain, and for some reason they live and work here, so many things are the same as those on the other side of the mountain, and there is almost no difference.

Oh no, I shouldn't have been out there for so long! Mu Xichen suddenly remembered that he had to go back to see Jiang Xuejuan! He patted the back of his head and hurriedly picked up the way he came from and walked back.

Jiang Xuejuan was lazy today, and she didn't wake up until noon, and she was really inconvenient to do many things because she was blind, which made her feel very upset. When she got up and grabbed it, she didn't just grab something pointy, and cut a long, thin cut in her hand.

Yes! She exclaimed, and when her other hand touched it, she realized that it was bleeding, and when she carefully touched the side, it turned out to be a pair of scissors wrapped in a thick rope.

Hearing the strange noise, Sister-in-law Zhang rushed in, only to see Jiang Xuejuan holding a pair of scissors in her hand, rushing up and snatching it back desperately.

What are you doing!

Knowing that it was Sister-in-law Zhang, Jiang Xuejuan wanted to do something wrong: I, I just woke up and wanted to move, but I didn't expect to be stabbed in the hand by scissors

Sister-in-law Zhang exhaled heavily, looked at her hand worriedly, ran out and brought in a basin of water, and then took a step and dipped it in water and gently wiped the wound.

You're really going to scare my old woman half to death, and you think you can't open it!

Jiang Xuejuan sneered: Sister-in-law Zhang is still young, how can she become an old woman? Besides, blindness is only a temporary thing, and it will get better soon. After saying that, there was a sour feeling in her nose, and for some reason, the words of the carved wood always hit herself. Although I knew that I had been scratched by something under the tomb, was it really so heavy that I died?

Mao frizzy walked into Jiang Xuejuan's room, and the first person she looked for was Sister-in-law Zhang.

Mu Xichen, who was covered in rain, shook his hair, and a cold wind also took the opportunity to drill in, wanting to seize the only remaining temperature in the house. Jiang Xuejuan coughed uncomfortably, feeling her stomach churning uncomfortably.

Before Mu Xichen could see what was wrong with Jiang Xuejuan, she was beaten down by Sister-in-law Zhang.

She said in a soft voice and a slight scolding tone: How can you be careless this kid, if Xiao Hei's child was like this, he would have been taken out by his master to practice hard.

Blackie! He didn't react for a while, but he smiled from ear to ear with Jiang Xuejuan at the same time for a second.

Jiang Xuejuan is not like everyone else's ladies, she is gentle when she laughs, how can she smile so hard that she slapped the bed board, holding her stomach and almost out of breath.

Sister-in-law Zhang was puzzled, pulled Jiang Xuejuan and asked: What's the matter, why are two people laughing like this at the same time?

After laughing for a long time, Jiang Xuejuan finally shook out a few words: Small, little black! Haha, Blackie!

What happened to Blackie? Saying that, he turned his seeking gaze on Mu Xichen, who knew that this Mu Xichen smiled even more presumptuously, maybe he had never found such an interesting thing in the carved wood.

Jiang Xuejuan, who breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly waved her hand and explained: Sister-in-law Zhang, you don't know! She couldn't help but laugh several times before continuing: Carved wood has always been cold, where did it come from such a special name! We also sound strange and unexpected!

Mu Xichen also nodded heavily, sometimes he just called him wood, who knew that there was such a cheap milk name, so he naturally laughed breathlessly: This is indeed quite surprising. He didn't turn his head and secretly enjoyed himself, and he didn't know what Carving Mu's expression would look like when he knew this.

Jiang Xuejuan waited for Sister-in-law Zhang to tie a knot on her hand with a rag, and hurriedly pulled her arm and said coquettishly: Okay, Sister-in-law Zhang, tell us about any other interesting things about carving wood.

Sister-in-law Zhang glared: That's not good, Xiao Hei knows that he will definitely blame me.

Even Mu Xichen couldn't help but sit down with the small bench, and said to Sister-in-law Zhang with a hippie smile: Sister-in-law Zhang, you just talk about you, Xiao Hei is still outside, not afraid of being heard. He deliberately accentuated the two words Xiao Hei, but was slapped on the head by a sudden slap from behind him.

Say what! How big and small! As soon as he heard this accent, the lame old man must have limped in. But he didn't seem to want to come in, but he rushed in because he heard Mu Xichen say this.

The lame sixth man squeezed into a skinny body, and his eyes didn't look around, so he grabbed the back of Mu Xichen's head and slapped it, which happened later.

Mu Xichen screamed in a sigh, only to hear the lame sixth snort coldly: (Tibetan) I didn't look at it much and walked out with a limp.

Sister-in-law Zhang looked through the window, stretched her neck and looked at the outside without movement, and then whispered: Xiao Hei looks cold, but in fact, he likes to do all the good things behind his back, and he doesn't let others know.

The two of them didn't seem to understand, Mu Xichen stood up: Jiang Xuejuan, you must tell Sister-in-law Zhang if you have anything, otherwise if you don't go home in the past half month, your parents will definitely go crazy. There is no signal in the deep mountains and old forests, and it is impossible to contact the fat man. When your eyes are healed, we'll send you back.

After that, I practiced qi day after day, which was boring and boring. Mu Xichen only felt that he was about to practice vomiting, but Kemu always let him practice qi, and he didn't open meat here, so he simply let him open the valley for two months.

Later, in this day of repeated days, Mu Xichen learned from Sister-in-law Zhang: This village is called Guan Dong Village, Sister-in-law Zhang and the lame master are from Yunnan, and they fled to Tibet many years ago, and inserted a team to explore the tomb and dig up treasures, this team has hundreds of people, not to mention hundreds of people. Later, unfortunately, they happened to encounter heavy snowfall, and they got lost in the vast mountains, and finally reached the south of the Himalayas, where the original team of two or three hundred people was left with less than a hundred due to crossing no man's land.

At that time, technology was not developed, and it was impossible to take a train or plane back, so you had to build a new village in this isolated place and start from scratch. It's like losing the lady and breaking the soldiers.

Legend has it that in the Himalayas, there was an ancient city known as the Lost City, but the true name of this ancient city is yet to be determined.

There is such a record in a document, it is a half-roll of parchment that a young man accidentally picked up, and the general meaning of the writing is: Three hundred miles of the Southern Great Wilderness, the place where the gods rest

A few words were sloppy, but the local Tibetan people were extremely convinced, but they all believed in Bon and were proud of the gods of nature.

Three hundred miles to the south, where the gods rest, the gods rest, the gods are like the sun, and the sun seems to the locals to set in the Himalayas. Naturally, the legendary ancient city should be in that area.

Mu Xichen sneered: Nonsense.

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