(The network is extremely unstable, and the web page is difficult to open, but the problem is finally solved, from tomorrow, it should be possible to change at least once a day normally, and the cheeky face calls for a push!) ）

An old-fashioned green jeep sped along the green mountains. The green paint on the car has been mottled like the endless grassland in front of it, green and yellow, and more places have even revealed the withered yellow surface. The car can definitely be described as "old", the engine makes a loud roar, but the performance of the car is really good, a rock the size of a football, or a pothole, can fly over like an arrow.

The back seat of the fast-moving jeep shook off a piece of mud, crossed a puddle, and the engine suddenly made a strange sound of "Teng Teng" twice, and then the car slid forward a few meters according to inertia, stopped, and a wisp of white smoke came out of the front of the car. After a while, the front door on the left side opened, and a man dressed as old as the car jumped out, carrying tools in his hand, opened the front of the car and began to test one by one.

At this time, a plump young girl jumped from the co-pilot's seat, holding a DV in her hand and shooting around. Behind the long cyan mountain range are snow-capped peaks that reach into the sky like axes and knives. Although it is August in the Tibetan calendar, it is actually early winter, and there will still be some unknown wildflowers on the vast grassland ahead, showing the potential vitality of the grassland.

"It's so beautiful!" The girl couldn't help but subconsciously exclaimed, "I don't know how to describe it...... for anyone who stepped into the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau for the first time, the first real reaction. It's going to be an instant distraction.

"That's not going to work! Little Piggy Piggy. A middle-aged man in his fifties with glasses smiled and got out of the car, "You are recognized as the number one beautiful female reporter in our magazine, and this is just the beginning." Why are you speechless! ”

"No, Mr. Zhao, you know what I mean to say, in the face of such a desolate eternal existence, I'm afraid that it will be difficult for any words and languages to achieve their meaning." The girl didn't look back, still staring at the picture on the DV, but moved the camera to the back seat of the jeep. "Wei Fei, you are smoking in the car again, and you still don't get out of the car. Let the pure air of this plateau cleanse your lungs. ”

In the back seat of the jeep, in addition to Mr. Zhao, who had just come down, there were two other people. One of them was sturdy, twenty-seven or eighteen years old. I also brought glasses. The other is a slightly handsome young man. Leaning back lazily, with a lit cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curled up, and in a trance, people had the illusion that his whole person was also so incomprehensible. He seemed to smile, "Little Piggy, Teacher Zhao is right." This has just entered Tibet, and it is still far from the real Tibetan secret cultural center! ”

Wei Fei. The real contemporary heir of Qimen, for him, this entry into Tibet is because of that illusory cause, and there is no clear goal at all. So instead of taking a plane or the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, which had just opened, he chose to start westward from a small town on the border of Sichuan.

Teacher Zhao, along with the busty girl and another young man, are part of the creative team of a travel magazine in China, and they are planning and producing a special issue on a religious and cultural tour of Tibet. Mr. Zhao is the chief photographer of their magazine, the plump girl Piggy, in fact, called Zhu Yueying, is a text reporter, as for the sturdy young man Xiaohu, he is Mr. Zhao's assistant and half a coolie, and the two large boxes full of various photographic equipment they carried with them are his responsibility.

After some understanding, Wei Fei learned that about a day and a half away from this small town on the riverside, there is a lama temple called Kichijoji. But this road is not on the main route into Tibet, which means that if you choose this route, you will have to spend a day and a half crossing the deserted Gobi and a grassland in no man's land.

Wei Fei didn't care much about this, he would rather he could cross to the center of the snowy region in one step and find his own part. It's just that the town in Kawabe is too small, and the only way for him to get to Kichijoji as soon as possible is to rent a car. Teacher Zhao's trio also had the same idea. But looking around, even if the rent is already twice as much as the normal road, you can still only find such an antique car that is difficult to see in museums. So in the end, Wei Fei rented a car with this creative trio.

Zhu Yueying has long wavy hair, a hot body, and is unusually plump, but when she laughs, she shows two small tiger teeth, which is very cute, "Pig Pig" is the nickname Wei Fei gave her along the way. After complaining a few times at first, Zhu Yueying's cheerful personality didn't take it to heart, and even began to like this affectionate title.

The driver stuffed his head on the engine for a while, then returned to the driver's seat and ignited and restarted, and the engine let out two weak moans and stopped. At this moment, there was a roar in the distance, and I saw the dust under the hillside, and as the sound got closer and closer, two small black dots gradually became clear, which were two old-fashioned Dongfeng trucks.

Wei Fei and a few people looked at the two Dongfeng trucks in amazement, whistling with a gust of wind, stirring up the mud and grass clippings on the ground, leaving behind a thick smoke and an unpleasant smell of gasoline, and disappeared. Zhu Yueying pinched her nose, chased the DV camera in her hand, and turned her head to ask the driver, "Dawang, doesn't it mean that no one wants to go on this line at all?" Why did two cars pass by at once just now? ”

The speed of Dongfeng big truck is not fast enough, just when passing by, several people can see very clearly, in addition to the two cars in the cab are crowded with three people, there are several people standing in the open car behind, two big trucks together, at least nearly ten people. And they are all five big and three rough men, who are they? Why is it in this grassland that is supposed to be no man's land?

The driver Tawang frowned a little puzzled, "This grassland is a no-man's land, we people in Aba Town know it, there are Gobi on both sides, plus the Jixiang Temple at the end of the grassland, it is just a very small lama temple, people who come to Tibet go to the sacred mountains and holy lakes, no one wants to spend a day and a half to bump on the Gobi ......"

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his face changed, and he was about to speak, when suddenly there was a roar, and the two Dongfeng trucks that had gone away, I don't know why, returned again. The one at the front slowed down when it was far away, and then stopped next to their jeep.

"Hey, friend, is there any trouble?" There was no glass on the window at all, and the driver poked his head out and greeted him very affectionately. This man had a big beard, a dark complexion, and spoke in stiff Mandarin, which was supposed to be a Tibetan.

Tawang's face was already a little ugly, and he shook his head hesitantly, "Thank you, but ...... Don't bother...... Just a minor glitch......"

The bearded eyes swept over Zhu Yueying, who was holding the DV, his eyes flashed, and he said a long list of Tibetan. Teacher Zhao and Wei Fei all made up for a while in Tibetan before they came, but the bearded man spoke quickly and urgently, and several people didn't understand a word, but they replied when they saw Dawang's face becoming more and more ugly.

Teacher Zhao frowned, "What's the matter, Dawang, is our car not repaired well?" What are you talking about? ”

Tawang pale and hesitated, "They...... They said that there would be strong winds later, and that our car would not be repaired for a while, and they suggested ...... Suggest we go to their camp and take shelter for a while......"

Teacher Zhao's face also changed, on this plateau at an altitude of more than four thousand meters, just sitting still will make people breathless, if there is really a strong wind, then the few pocket oxygen cylinders they brought are not enough at all, "Dawang, you are our driver, and you are also our tour guide, what do you mean?" ”

Hearing that there was going to be a strong wind, Zhu Yueying didn't feel too scared, she saw that Wei Fei was still smoking, and muttered in a low voice, "This stinky Wei Fei, who looks so thin, can still smoke." ”

At this time, the bearded driver of the Dongfeng truck said a few words in a hurry, and seemed to be in a hurry, but I don't know why, Zhu Yueying always felt that there was a faint sense of gloom in the bearded tone. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )