"No, she won't." Fei Yunfan couldn't accept it, Ma Chuang's statement behind him, in his eyes, the Guan Xiaodie in front of him was just an innocent and romantic little girl, and he couldn't have anything to do with someone with such an evil heart.

"She won't? Are you so sure? Ma Chuang sneered. Tell me why she still has the soul of another person sealed in her body, and that person is probably her sister, not to mention that she doesn't even know where her sister is. ”

Fei Yunfan was speechless when Ma Chuang asked, he really couldn't answer that Guan Xiaodie still had her sister sealed in her body, what does this mean, it is possible that her sister has been taken away and missing, or that her sister is dead, and Guan Xiaodie misses her sister to do this.

Fei Yunfan didn't even notice himself, he was defending a girl he hadn't known for a week, he didn't even know where this girl lived, or even if her name was really Guan Xiaodie, he didn't know anything about this girl, and believed that Guan Xiaodie was completely intuition.

"This girl should have sealed herself away, maybe she was hiding from the enemy or something, I don't think she will wake up for a while." Ma Chuang stood up and patted his body, this may be the habit of their generation, whether there is ash on his body or not, he has to pat it twice, and his heart will be comfortable. "Brother, I'm taking leave these days to find my senior brother and see if he can wake up this girl?"

Professor Chen sent the horse out of the gate, turned around and came back and said to Fei Yunfan: "Tip, this time has bothered you, you are also tired for a day, go to rest early, I have something to discuss with you tomorrow." ”

When Fei Yunfan left, Professor Chen walked into Guan Xiaodie's room again, sat next to her, and muttered, "Xiaolan, if you are here, come out and talk to grandpa... ”

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In the cow felt tent, Batu was lazily basking in the sun, watching his daughter-in-law pounding ghee in the tent, and the beauty in his heart.

Suddenly, several Tibetan mastiffs barked at the ground, and one of them was digging wildly in the ground with his paws.

Batu had a wrong idea, so he turned back to the tent, took out his double-barreled shotgun, and ran to the position where the dogs were around.

The ground has been dug out of a large pit by the Tibetan mastiff, and the pit is buried by loess as if it were a human hand.

Batu was startled, and Batu's daughter-in-law called Ouzhu, and when she saw Batu running back to the tent and getting a shotgun, she hurried out and followed her out to see what was going on.

Ou Zhu screamed in fright when he saw the human hands in the pit.

In the early years, there were bandits on this road to rob, specializing in robbing single vehicles, and after killing people, they would find a random place and dig a pit to bury it, but after all, it was a matter of early years, and in recent years, it has been much more peaceful here.

Batu blasted the lackeys, crouched down and dug the dirt, and found that the man was not buried flat in the ground, but straight into it like a tree.

Finally gouged out the head, Batu continued to plan, Ou Zhu suddenly exclaimed: "Move, move, Batu, he moved." ”

Batu put his finger on the man's snort and cried out with joy: "Alive, thank God, he is still alive." ”

The two men dug the earth to the lower half of their bodies, and one of them grabbed one arm and pulled the man out of the soil like a turnip.

Ou Zhu took a piece of cloth and wiped the dirt off the man's face, some of the dirt that had entered his nose, carefully picked it out with a wooden skewer, and after cleaning it, Batu brought a large bowl of hot butter tea and poured it into the man's mouth.

The man choked and coughed a few times, his face slowly turned rosy, and he slowly opened his eyes: "Where is this?" ”

"This is my house, we just dug you out of the ground, friend." Batu is in a position of digging earth.

"Where is this?" The man's breath was faint.

"This is my house, friend, what's your name." Batu's Mandarin is a bit stiff, and over the years, there have been more tourists in Tibet, and Batu often goes to Lhasa to buy yak jerky, matsutake mushrooms and other specialties, and there is no problem with basic communication.

"Zang Long."

Batu gave a thumbs up: "It's a good name, the dragon can be in the sky, under the water, and in the earth." ”

"Ouzhu, kill a sheep today, I want to entertain my honored guests."

Tibetans think you are a friend, they are so bold that people can't stand it, they think you are an enemy, they are wolves armed to the teeth.

In Batu's heart, the person who can be buried in the soil and not die must be blessed by God, then this person is a great good person, and the good person is his friend of Batu.

Zang Long recuperated for an afternoon, and at noon he was still dying and was dug out of the soil, and now he can walk on the ground, Batu is naturally happier than anyone else.

At night, a blazing bonfire is lit on the grassland, around which Ouzhu sings and dances, and on the bonfire is a sheep sandwiched and roasted to the point of squeaking oil.

Batu picked up the wine bowl: "Come, friend, a toast for you." ”

Zang Long picked up the wine bowl and touched it with Batu, raised his head and poured it down.

Batu laughed, "Friend, how did you get buried in that soil?" ”

Zang Long looked into the distance with a confused expression: "I don't remember." ”

Batu was also infected by Zang Long's emotions, and he also looked melancholy: "Friends, can family still remember?"

"Fei Yunfan." Zang Long looked into the distance, the hills and the night in the distance merged into one, the darkness was boundless, like a black hole that could swallow everything, like his memory, there was no past, when Batu asked if he had family or friends, a name would appear in his mind, Fei Yunfan.

"Do you know where he is?" Batu took Ou Zhucai's roast lamb and handed it to Zang Long.

The rest of the mutton was still roasted on the fire, and Ou Zhu brushed the oil again, and the flames went up along the oil potential, and the mutton was bubbling out with aroma.

Zang Long grabbed a piece of mutton, didn't dip it in the chili noodles, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed the mutton, and the hidden dragon's mouth was like chewing wax.

"It should be in Beijing." Zang Long didn't know why he said the name of the place.

"Oh! Just know the place, it's easy to find. Batu thought that Beijing was as big as Lhasa, and it would take 20 or 30 minutes to get to the suburbs by bus from the Potala Palace.

Zang Long nodded, raised the wine bowl, and drank it all in one sip, it doesn't matter if the Tibetan man has no language, wine is language, Batu laughed loudly, and also raised the wine bowl.

After the mutton was eaten, the wine jar was emptied, and the Tibetan mastiff finally waited for the mutton bones to be taken off the shelf, and a dog took one away and gnawed it near the tent.

Early the next morning, Zang Long went to say goodbye to Batu, who had not woken up from a hangover last night, and heard that Zang Long was leaving, so he didn't have time to put on his shoes and rolled off the couch.

Batu is reluctant to let Zang Long go, the Tibetan man is rude, but he is not stupid, he can hear it from the conversation yesterday, this person has a story, he doesn't remember anything, but he still remembers a person's name, this person is affectionate.

"Wait, brother." Batu beckoned Ou Zhu to come over and whispered a few words in his ear, and Ou Zhu hurriedly pushed out the door.

Batu took out a wad of money from his body and stuffed it to Zang Long. Some people will ask, Batu is not a rich man, how can he casually take out a wad of money, it is not logical, here to say, Tibetans, especially now still nomadic herding sheep, do not attach much importance to money, their money is generally not put in the bank, but on the body, when there is too much to put down, they go to exchange it for gold.

Zang Long did not postpone it, put away the money, Ou Zhu led an old horse over at this time, Batu patted the horse's body: "You ride an eagle, most of the drivers on this road know it, when you see it, you know that you are my friend of Batu, it will be very convenient for you to take a ride, and then you let it go, it knows it back." ”

Zang Long hugged his fists in thanks, such an ancient farewell gesture, Batu didn't know how to respond, and followed with a fist-hugging gesture.

One person and one rider stepped on the morning sun, and Zang Long at that moment was like a lonely knight and went away.

At noon, the eagle came back with a cloth bag hanging on his back, which contained the wad of money that Batu had given to Zang Long.