Geng Xin's trek to Mount Everest and I has finally begun.

Out of Gangga, there is a great plain. An improvised road winds along the plains. The improvised road was paved with cobblestones, not with cement or asphalt, but only a thin layer of loess. This is the legendary massage road in the mouth of hikers and the car demolition road in the mouth of self-driving people. This kind of road is very difficult to walk, and if you walk for a long time, the soles of your feet will have an indescribable uncomfortable feeling. Occasionally, a car would drive by, and a long cloud of dust would be raised behind it, which would flood the pedestrians on the road at once, and it would be very uncomfortable to choke people for a long time, but there was nowhere to avoid it, and there was nothing to do. After the dust finally cleared, the pedestrians on the road were really dusty.

After walking five or six kilometers, we saw a village on the side of the road, so we decided to go into the village to find a place to rest for a while, and by the way, we would clean up our disgraced appearance. I can't remember the name of this village. Anyway, maps and navigators are basically not very useful in this area. Place names are all transliterations of Tibetan pronunciation, and because there is no unified standard, there are great differences in translation into Chinese characters. Therefore, there is often a big discrepancy between the place names on the map and the place names and place names used in the actual villages. In addition to the above problems, satellite navigation also faces regional changes. For example, the roads and rivers of the previous year are likely to have been diverted this year, and the road you are taking now is likely to be a river channel on the display of satellite navigation. And the road shown by the satellite navigation is now a river. By the next year, the road and the river may go in a different direction. At one end of the plain, we have seen piers and ferries in the clearing, which indicate that the area was once or at some time of the year was a lake. Maybe the face of this region is also faster than the book turn.

Geng Xin's pace was relatively fast, and as soon as I reached the entrance of the village, he had already walked out of the village empty-handed. Geng Xin said he had found a family in the village to rest.

The only two Tibetans in the Tibetan family where we were staying, the mother in her 60s and the son in his early thirties. When I entered, my son was skinning a sheepskin with a waist knife in the open space in the courtyard, and his mother enthusiastically brought a pot of butter tea. After saying "Tashi Delek" to each other, we couldn't communicate anymore because of the language barrier. Mother and son didn't speak a word of Chinese, but they smiled at us from time to time. The son peeled off the whole sheepskin and began to remove the entrails, while the mother divided the entrails among the dogs in the yard. All of those dogs are very powerful. When my son finishes his work, he signals if we will be hungry. Do you need to eat? We shook our heads and gestured to tell him that we were just tired of walking and needed to rest, and that the dust outside was too big to rest, and that we would have to hurry up after a while here. When we were about to go out, my mother insisted on filling my and Geng Xin's kettles with boiling water.

After coming out of the family's house, Geng Xin and I walked through a large flat area in the village when we saw a young man holding a boy of five or six years old. When the little boy saw us, he waved at us and said "Hello". The boy's father knew some simple Chinese, and after Geng Xin asked him about the direction and distance to Mount Everest, he took out a few White Rabbit toffee from his backpack and thanked the little boy. The little boy ran away happily with the toffee. Geng Xin and I had just turned a corner in the village when we heard someone behind us shouting "Harrow, Harrow". When I looked back, I saw two teenage girls running towards us. They ran to Geng Xin and stopped, reaching out to Geng Xin for candy. We thought these kids were so rustic and cute.

As soon as we walked out of the village, we heard the shouts of "Harrow" behind us. When I turned around, I saw a group of children in their seven, eight, and teens running from different directions in the village. The packet of White Rabbit toffee that Geng Xin brought was quickly distributed. Seeing these children giggling happily eating toffee, Geng Xin and I also felt happy. It's good to make people happy.

Since then, I have given Geng Xin a nickname: Harrow.