Follow Long Jiu down the hill, and while walking down the slope, there is a person standing next to Wen Mo, who looks like he is in his thirties, one meter eight tall and looks strong, with a square face, a big back comb, a digital camera on his chest, and a smile looking in our direction.

I think this person should be Guan Hao, before approaching, Long Jiu introduced us to each other, and it was indeed this person. Out of the scenic spot to drive back to Ruoergai, in the car Longjiu the purpose of this visit and Guan Hao said, this person is very happy to agree to Longjiu, and be sure to let us return the hotel room, said that to come here is to his house, how can it be possible to let friends live outside, in a warm meal, we obeyed his wishes.

On the way back to Ruoergai, Guan Hao and Long Jiu had been talking, and although I don't know what the relationship between them was, I was sure that they had known each other a long time ago. Through their conversation, I also learned that for Lu He Longjiu came here without contacting Guan Hao in advance, it turned out that Guan Hao never brought a mobile phone, he liked the kind of unrestrained, idle cloud and wild crane life, everything is free, freedom in his world is Allah.

Guan Hao's first impression to me was that he likes photography, is very talkative, has a great sense of humor, and can always bring out some laughter between words from time to time. It's just that his Mandarin is very ordinary, although it has a Sichuan accent, but he can still understand it if he listens carefully.

When we arrived at Ruoergai, we returned the hotel room according to his request, and then followed him to his house, which was a three-room brick and wood house, surrounded by houses of this structure, and the appearance was almost the same. If I were to be placed in one place, I would never be able to find any one that was theirs.

As soon as I entered Guan Hao's house, I saw that the walls of the room were full of photos taken by him, there were natural landscapes, animals, and some toiling people, I was not in a hurry to appreciate these works of his, but to follow the local customs, and help Guan Hao make lunch together, everyone has to do it themselves, and the rule here is that there is no food that is not earned for nothing.

After lunch, Guan Hao said that he would buy some things to prepare for the mountain, Long Jiu and Guan Hao drove out of the mountain to buy things, and Wen Mo and I and the driver stayed at Guan Hao's house to wait for him. I didn't have anything to do, so I started to look at the photos taken by Guan Hao, his photography skills are really first-class, and many of the photos are very vivid, making people look like a forest wonderland.

After seeing the scenery, I turned to look at the portrait on the other wall, and the moment I turned around, I saw a photograph of the old man smiling very happily. I was immediately attracted by this photo, and it was not the smiling face that attracted me, but the old man in the photo turned out to be my master.

Although this photo shows the smile on the master's face, it can't hide his current haggard appearance. This photo of the master is much older than the one left to me by the elder brother. For a while, seeing that the master in the photo was already so haggard, the soreness in his heart spontaneously appeared, and tears rushed all over his eyes, flowing down the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

I don't know how long I stood in front of the master's photo, until Long Jiu and Guan Hao came back from shopping, and I still stood here motionless. The first thing I said when I saw Guan Hao, I asked, "Did you take this photo?" ”

Guan Hao nodded and said, "What, do you know him?" ”

"Yes, he is my master."

When I said this, Long Jiu and Wen Mo were very surprised, Guan Hao looked at me suspiciously, and said, "You recognize the wrong person, this person has lived in the old village for decades, how can it be your master?" ”

"You know him?" I asked, pointing to the photo.

"Know, of course I know, his name is Dorjee, almost everyone who likes to take pictures here knows him, he is a descendant of Bawang Tusi, and has been living in Tongqian Village. There is a legend about him and the copper money village, since he was born, he has never left the copper money village, it is said that after the death of the last Bawang Tusi, he left a mysterious wealth, which was hidden in the copper money village, there were many clansmen guarding the village before, but as the outside world became more and more attractive, many clansmen chose to leave there, and Dorjee was the last guardian of the village. ”

After listening to Guan Hao, I carefully looked at the photos on the wall again, it was obviously a photo of the master, even if there are such similar people in the world, they will never look exactly the same, I asked Guan Hao: "Have you seen this person, does he have any characteristics, can you tell me?" ”

Guan Hao thought for a while and said: "He is just an ordinary person, and he has no characteristics, if you want to talk about characteristics, one of his legs seems to be a problem, as if he has been injured." ”

"Which leg?" I hurriedly asked.

"I can't remember this."

With this feature alone, I firmly believe that the person in the photo must be a master. The master had been shot with a black gun in one leg and walked a little on tiptoe, and Guan Hao's answer coincided with the master's problem with one of his legs.

"How long have you been taking this picture?" I asked anxiously.

"It's been more than a year, and I only went to Tongqian Village a year ago."

"I'm going here, to this place called Tongqian Village." I seemed excited and impulsive.

"Yes, but this and the three you are going in the same direction, do you want to think about where to go first? Also, it will be very troublesome to go to this Tongqian Village, your car can only drive to Wangke Mountain, and then you have to hike along the old branch of the Ancient Tea Horse Road, at least 60 kilometers on foot. The old parting road was particularly difficult to walk, and in some places there were only two planks on the cliff, and one step of caution would be shattered. ”

I didn't think about it at all, and directly replied to Guan Hao with certainty, we are going to Tongqian Village.

After dinner, everyone rested early, because tomorrow we have to get up early to hurry, Guan Hao said that we must walk through a section of the cliff road before dark, once it gets dark to pass through there will be very dangerous, so we decided to set off at 3 o'clock in the morning, to know that it is not easy to hike 60 kilometers of mountain road on the road.

Although I had a very difficult road ahead tomorrow, I didn't sleep peacefully that night, and the face of my master kept coming back to my mind. I have been thinking in my heart, how can the master become the descendant of Bawang Tusi, why should he be alone in Tongqian Village, and what makes me even more puzzled is that why there is a legend that the master has been guarding the village since he was born.