Lao Huang didn't persuade me to give up, he just used his mobile phone to chat with the person opposite, and then stood up: "Let's go." ”

"Now?" I was a little surprised.

Lao Huang looked at me and smiled: "Nonsense, otherwise you have to wait for tomorrow afternoon, the Bai people will not entertain guests in the morning." ”

Why did you get involved with the Bai clan again?

I was confused, Lao Huang didn't bring anything, just took the piece of jade, and he drove me all the way south.

"Daze, don't get your hopes up for this, that person is not sure, let's just go and see." Probably seeing that I was nervous, Lao Huang said it very easily.

I said "um", still feeling nervous, I sat very uncomfortable, and my whole body was stiff.

"Lao Huang, who the hell is that?"

"A Tibetan horse runner, do you know a horse runner? In the past, Sichuan, Tibet and Qinghai were blocked by traffic, and there were a special group of people to transport materials along the way, and the environment in these places was too poor, they couldn't go back once in two years, and the mortality rate was also high, but they could earn a lot of money by transporting it once, so some people were still willing to run.

This person's ancestors were doing horse running, and now the traffic is developed, it has become a car to transport goods, but he also ran a few times when he was young, and horse racing is not something that can be run by any person, this guy is a powerful character.

The friend who contacted me this time was a Bai person, named Yang Yuehai, the Tibetan horse running had a good relationship with him, and told him that he knew something about this piece of jade, so he invited him to his home, but this thing was not known to him, it was met by his ancestors when they were running horses, and he didn't know whether it was true or not. ”

"Oh."

I answered, even if I don't know if it's true or not, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will go.

Lao Huang drove quietly, and I was bored looking at the scenery outside, Yunnan is really a good place, every grass and tree has a different style.

"Let's go to his house and pass through Erhai Lake, you can take a look, it's very beautiful." Lao Huang looked intoxicated.

I smiled and didn't speak, I was actually nervous, I wasn't in the mood to look at the scenery at all, I just wanted to look outside and relax.

Lao Huang hadn't been open for a long time, and I couldn't help but doze off, and by the time he woke me up, the sun was already setting in the west.

It is a sparkling lake, reflecting with the blue sky, the blue is mysterious and refreshing, half of the lake reflects the bright glow, the gold and blue are surging, the living color is fragrant, the houses with white walls and black tiles are located on the lakeside, leisurely and quiet, the mountains in the distance are like green, constituting a beautiful picture.

I couldn't take my eyes off it, and Lao Huang laughed: "What's the matter, I didn't lie to you, did I?" ”

I nodded again and again, pressed the window of the car and looked at it stupidly, the clear wind blowing on my face, like a young girl's hand, delicate and gentle.

Looking at such a landscape, the mood will also be inexplicably happy, I have completely forgotten the jade now, and I only feel that I can see a few more times and die without regrets.

The scenery quickly disappeared behind us, and the car drove into the mountains, Dali is a tourist area, even the small mountain villages are well built, and we drove smoothly along the road until we turned into a village.

It is a medium-sized village, and the whole village is white-walled and black-tiled, and it seems that the dwellings here are like this.

The village was full of narrow alleys, and Lao Huang could only park his car on the side of the road, so I followed him into the alley and found that the houses here were very high-walled, which was very different from the north.

A few villagers passed by us, they were all wearing white cardigans and wide trousers, black collared coats, and white turbans on their heads, I knew it was not good to peek at others, but I still couldn't help but peek, but unfortunately all of them were men, and women's clothes should be more showy.

"There are only two Han families in this village, and the rest are all Bai." Lao Huang said as he walked.

He took me around several turns, and finally stopped in front of a house whose door was open and an old lady was sitting on the steps doing her handiwork.

She wore something I don't know whether it should be called a headscarf or a hat, embroidered with flowers, a blue dress with white patterns on the cuffs, and a fuchsia gown like a shoulder, the gown was very long, probably to the knee, and the most eye-catching thing was her belt, which turned out to be bright pink.

What a fashionable old lady, I thought to myself, the old lady looked up at Lao Huang and muttered a lot.

Lao Huang smiled and nodded to her, raised his feet and walked towards the courtyard, I hurriedly followed, only to see the old lady look up and smile at me, and said several words, but I didn't understand at all, so I could only smile awkwardly.

Their dwellings are also very similar to the layout of the courtyard house, but the houses are densely packed and the patio is very small, and as soon as we walked into the courtyard, we saw a middle-aged man wearing Bai costume walking out.

"Long time no see, Adong!"

He stepped forward and symbolically hugged Lao Huang, although the tone was a little strange, but he spoke fluently.

"Long time no see," Lao Huang pulled me over with a smile, "This is my friend Zhao Changze, that piece of jade is his, Daze, this is the Boss Yang I told you." ”

"Hello Mr. Zhao." Yang Yuehai stretched out her hand.

I hurriedly stretched out my hand: "Hello Boss Yang." ”

"Let's go in and say, Grad is still waiting for us."

Yang Yuehai smiled and invited us into the house, and as soon as I entered, I saw a man in a blue Tibetan robe standing in the room, he was dark and thin, and he looked to be in his fifties, but the environment in Tibet is harsh, and people generally look old, so I can't tell his real age.

He had many ornaments around his neck, among which a huge string of beeswax was particularly conspicuous, and the most conspicuous was his left ear, which was made of metal and hung down to his shoulders.

He folded his hands and bent over us, Lao Huang and I also followed his example in return, Yang Yuehai hurriedly invited us to take a seat, and then connected us with three teas.

The first one is an ordinary tea, the second one tastes very sweet, the color is very dark, there are walnut kernels and some small milky white fragments floating on it, I feel that it is difficult for me to accept this taste, seeing that Lao Huang drank it, I didn't dare to leave it, and I was confused and went into my stomach.

The third one looks normal, but there are a few obvious peppercorns in the tea, I took a sip and felt bitter and sweet, much stronger than the second one, seeing that Lao Huang had put down the cup, I quickly finished drinking.

Yang Yuehai looked very happy: "This is Gaodegrad, my friend, Grad, this is Mr. Zhao." ”

Geler said hello in very broken Chinese, and I quickly responded, Lao Huang took out my jade, put it on the table and pushed it over.

"Old Yang, I heard that this brother knows this piece of jade?"

Geler picked up the jade, looked at it over and over, and kept muttering: "Like, like." ”

Lao Yang asked a few words, and the pronunciation of the old lady at the door was completely different, he should have spoken Tibetan, and then Geler replied to him a few words, but I didn't understand it at all.

I looked at Lao Huang with a pleading gaze, only to see that he looked helpless at me, obviously not understanding.

"This thing Grad had seen in his house's horse running book, but he couldn't remember what the pattern looked like." Lao Yang looked at the two of us and said.

I became nervous again: "Is the horse running book still there, is it inconvenient for me to read it?" ”

Lao Yang translated it, only to see Geler shaking his head, saying "no" a few times, followed by a lot of Tibetan.

"Grad said that he read it when he used to run the horse record, he hasn't run for more than 20 years now, the horse running book is long gone, he only remembers a little bit of it, I hope it can help you."

I nodded, and I only heard a lot of words in Grad, mixed with a few Chinese words, but I couldn't deduce anything from those words, Lao Yang listened very carefully, and occasionally asked a few questions.

After talking for a long time, Lao Yang frowned and thought for a while before turning to us.

Geler said that it was 1900, because it was the whole year, so he remembered it very clearly, at that time, his grandfather's grandfather was a horse runner, and he ran from Shigatse to Qumalai, all the way to the northeast.

There were many stations in the middle of the race, and there was a place called Ba Qing, and there was a lama temple near there, but he didn't remember where the temple was, only that there was a Rinzen Lama in it, and this lama had a very good relationship with his grandfather's grandfather.

That year, his grandfather's grandfather ran by and lived in the temple, and he saw a very strange piece of jade in the temple, which was placed in the palm of the Buddha statue, so he asked Rinzen for advice.

Rinzen said that it was an evil thing, and that it was placed in the hands of the Buddha to suppress it, and then he told him a story, which he thought was very bizarre, so he wrote down the jade in the horse running book, but did not tell the specific story.

The appearance of the jade he recorded in the horse running book is like Mr. Zhao's piece, he remembers very well that there is bright red cotton in the jade, and the shape and size are also the same, and he painted the pattern on it, but Geler can't remember it. ”

"Is that jade still in that lama temple?" I asked.

Lao Yang translated, Geler shook his head at me, and said in Chinese that he didn't know.

"It's been a long time since Grad has run a horse, he didn't run that way before." Lao Yang explained.

Geler returned the jade push to us, it seems that this is all he knows, and Lao Huang and I have no intention of sitting more, so we got up and thanked us and said goodbye, and soon returned to the car.

I have completely lost the mood to look at the scenery, my family's piece of jade has been in the ancient tomb, it is impossible to run to the Tibetan Lama Temple in 1900, the jade that Geler said must be another piece.

A piece of jade is already complicated enough, and now another piece has popped up, God knows how many of them there are, and the distance between these two pieces of jade is inevitably too far, my family has lived in that small mountain village for generations, where did the jade in the lama temple come from?

I thought it was just a simple matter, but more and more people were involved, and even the region expanded from North China to Tibet at once.

And what kind of story did the ancestors of Grad hear, and what kind of story can be called bizarre?