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As soon as I looked at the painting, it was a tiger, which was vivid, so I took out the photo of the second uncle: "Little thing, I want the third sister to draw a tiger on my chest that is exactly the same as the second uncle." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Roll the calves!" The beard picked up the photo: "Why don't you open which pot and which pot?" Tiger, your sister, tiger, I said that today's anger is not good, the corpse is in Tibet, the white tiger looks eastward, the omen of great evil, you still come to make up for me? ”

I looked at the beard in a daze, and Ah Qiu took the photo over: "Go outside for a pump." Then he said to me seriously: "You don't care about him, I can help, but I don't know how to get tattoos, especially the tiger of your Guan family, I can't do it if you pay too much attention to it." ”

"I don't want tattoos, as long as you draw them on me." I said indifferently: "Remember the old people." ”

Ah Qiu sighed: "Have you thought about it?" ”

I nodded firmly, and Ah Qiu tucked the photo into my pocket: "Okay, take off your shirt." ”

I patted my pocket wonderingly, "You don't have to look at the picture?" ”

Ah Qiu shook his head: "Guan Ye's tattoo, I can draw it with my eyes closed." ”

"Gotcha, another knife!" The beard turned around and walked out: "You talk, I'll die for a while." ”

It took Ah Qiu three hours to complete this work on my chest, and before the oil paint was dry, I was already indescribably excited.

After dinner, the beard called me to the tea garden behind the painting boat for tea, he really changed, very patiently made tea for me, very much like that, I should be happy for his life now.

"If you have something on your mind, just say it." Beard poured me tea, took out a bottle of calf and took a sip, and I deeply experienced what it means to slap my face.

"What can I do?" I took a sip of tea: "I thought you were good." ”

Hu Zi looked at Niu Er and leaned in: "Don't sell Guanzi, it's okay, you draw a tiger on your chest?" Changed careers to be a troubled boy? ”

"On a whim." I smiled: "I'm here to say goodbye to you, and I'm going to go to Tibet to see it, and I've heard that I can get relief there." ”

"Yes, another one was fooled by the tour guide." The beard smacked: "How long to go?" ”

"It's hard to say, a few years or even a lifetime." I said, "Maybe after I saw the snow-capped mountains, I suddenly had an epiphany, and I can't say if I want to be a lama." "I say this because I want to give the beard a way out, so that he won't be too upset if I can't come back.

Hu Zi looked at it for a long time, and smiled: "Cheng, everyone has their own ambitions, and when I go to kindergarten with Ah Qiusheng's daughter, I will write to you." ”

"By the way, send me a photo of her boyfriend, and I'll help him check it." I looked at the stars and smiled.

"I'll send you the photo of that little bastard!" Beard laughed too.

A week later, I got on the train to Lhasa, a travel bag, a mobile phone, and listened to Han Hong's "Heavenly Road", alone.

When I was falling asleep, a man suddenly sat down across from me, licked his big face, and came to me and said, "This friend, a master has calculated a hexagram for you, and let me tell you the hexagram." ”

I lay on the sleeper and glanced at him, thinking to myself that you are a ghost, and you have played a trick on the master? He immediately turned his head away and ignored him.

The man didn't care, and said to himself: "The master said, the hexagram that this master has come out of, the upper hexagram is Xun, the lower hexagram is dry, and the wind is in the sky, which is the image of the small accumulation of the wind and the sky." The west of the lord was cloudy, but it did not rain, and in the early days of the Xun Palace, the yang was prosperous and the yin was insufficient, and the strength was weak, and the trip was blocked. When the artifact is hidden, push forward patiently. ”

I secretly said yes, Zhou Yi is a little saved on the ninth wind day, and he has a good back, this liar is a bit technical, and he dares to take sixty-four hexagrams out to bluff people, hehe, this train is going to Lhasa, to the west, he will use this hexagram to fool, but unfortunately, where the master's profession is, he also knows a little about Zhou Yi, who is Meng?

Seeing that I didn't react, the man snorted and threw his hand at me: "The hexagram told you, give money, two hundred." ”

When I look at it, he's still fucking blatantly going to get on? Immediately turned on the phone, pressed 110, and shook it in front of his eyes.

The man was stunned for a moment, and stood up angrily: "The dead old man is playing me!" He said that if I finish reading the hexagram with you, you will give money, grandma's, and I will settle accounts with him. After saying that, he left in a hurry.

I thought it was wrong, and from the words of this person's words, it seemed that the person who asked him to recite the hexagram recognized me! Could it be that there are acquaintances in this car? Thinking about it, I quickly got up and followed.

The big face angrily walked into the hard-seat car, looked for it for a long time, and scolded and chanted: "Where is the old immortal?" ”

I looked around the carriage, and there was no one I knew, and I wondered if I was suspicious. I looked at it carefully, and there were really no acquaintances, so I was stupid enough to go to the sleeper.

I didn't say anything all the way, stayed in Lhasa for one night, and rushed to Kangma the next day, thinking about the knife, I couldn't calm down to take a good look at the scenery anyway. What's more, it's winter, thousands of people are empty, and the ice and snow are not something that can be played.

Kangma is a county town on the border of Tibet, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, located in a river valley, convenient irrigation, relatively developed agriculture, rich in mineral resources, south of Bhutan, and many Buddhist scenic spots. After decades of development, Comma has basically achieved modernization, except that communication can only be done through landline telephones.

I found a hotel to settle down, this is the off-season for tourism, even if it is a traveler, will not choose this time to enter the snowy mountains, so the hotel is very deserted.

The innkeeper is a Tibetan man named Kanba, black and strong, speaking in an urn voice, his Mandarin is quite standard, very enthusiastic about me, the Han Chinese, I was very cautious at first, for fear of being slaughtered, but I saw a lot of photos of Kanba and donkey friends hanging in the corridor, among them not foreigners, I asked him what those people do, he said that those are the people who choose this season into the snow mountain. He thinks that these people are very brave, he admires them very much, and whenever he meets these people, he will prepare very good rooms for them, and there is no charge, because those people may never come out again, and those photos are likely to be their last basis.

As he spoke, Kanba helped me take my travel bag: "You don't want your room money." ”

I looked at the way he looked at me like a dead man, and I looked around at the pictures again, and not only did my back sweat. But I still gave him the money, and I didn't want to let this zealous Tibetan brother have no thoughts if I really couldn't get out.

I called the guy who was arranged here, and the next day, the guy drove me into the mountains in a jeep, this guy called the door nail, he was a black and thin young man, it is said that when the second uncle was there, he was sent here, specifically responsible for the goods from Bhutan and Nepal, for more than ten years, and he was also a veteran of the previous dynasty, but if he was put into the Tibetans, I really couldn't tell that he was a Han Chinese. From the conversation, this doornail was very central to the second uncle, and when he knew that I had settled the Siberian Tigers' infighting, he was so happy that he didn't sleep for a few days, which made me really ashamed.

The jeep drove forty or fifty kilometers, and there were no people in sight, white and vast, full of snow-capped mountains and black rocks, I smoked a cigarette and coughed a little, the door nail looked at me from the rearview mirror, and said: "Xiao Guan Ye, there is an oxygen bag in the trunk, if you can't carry it, you can take two puffs, try to smoke less, here is more than 4,000 meters above sea level." ”

I waved my hand to say that it was okay, took another puff of cigarette, felt dizzy, and quickly took a few breaths of foreign air, thinking about it, I used to always drill hundreds or even thousands of meters underground, but now I suddenly ran to a few thousand meters above the ground, and I definitely couldn't adapt to it.

The col in front of me turned around, and finally saw the village, the door nail said that this place is called Ramla, more than a dozen families, when the travel is forgotten, the men make a living by being porters, and the income is very high, and the monthly work is enough for their family to eat for a year.

Walking to the entrance of the village, the door nail casually parked the car to the side of the road, and the luggage told me to get off the car, and he took me to the village, while pointing to the inevitable snow-capped mountain and said: "This is the mountain, the lama temple where the friend in your photo is located is on the mountainside." ”