Guan Wen was stunned for a moment, and didn't dare to answer lightly, but put down the pencil and pondered for more than ten seconds before answering tentatively: "You are Fenghe, this name was given by the Red Flame Venerable." Of course, you also have an official name that has always been used, which is called Saranjesan. If I had to answer, you would be Saranjasan, a man who was born and raised in Tibet. ”

From Venerable Chiyan, Guan Wen learned about Fenghe's family background, but her experience can be explained in just a few words - Saran Jasang, female, unmarried, 40 years old this year, was born in 1972 in a herdsman's family in Banjiulunbu Village, Qubuxiong Township, under the jurisdiction of Ri Katse City, and is the only daughter in the family. His father, Saranbaodo, and his mother, Chobianda, have both passed away. Saranjasan never went to school, and his family lived by shepherding sheep without any relatives.

Qubuxiong Township was established in 1960 by the merger of 3 townships that originally belonged to Jiacuo District, and the township Zhèngfu is located in Kangsa Village, which is located in the southwest of Katse City, 13 kilometers away from the city. It covers an area of 310 square kilometers, has a population of 5,000, and has been connected to roads. The township has 15 village committees under the jurisdiction of Kangsa, Gyantse, Banjulunbu, Daji, Gangxi, Ding, Bianma, Luoqu, Zanu, Jiadui, Rigang, Dingga, Zada, Jiaka, Zha, etc., and its agriculture is mainly planted with barley, wheat and rape, and it is one of the major grain-producing townships in Kaze City.

Throughout the history of Saranjasan's life, it is impossible to have any connection with temples and Buddhism, because her parents did not go to school, and they were illiterate.

Until Venerable Chiyan found her, she had never left Qubuxiong Township, and the farthest distance from home in her life was only the township health center five kilometers away. But it was just such an ordinary, ordinary-looking country woman who had a large amount of "knowledge" stored in her mind, which made a great wise man like Red Flame Venerable also be greatly shocked.

Perhaps, this is the mystery of "hiding", in the dark, I don't know that in a certain year, a certain month, and a certain place, the ancient wise man cut his thoughts out of his mind, threw them far away at a certain point in time and space, and fixed in the brain of another person who was completely strange. If it weren't for the Red Flame Venerable, those "Zhizang" would never have been discovered, and they would have disappeared at the end of Saranjesan's life.

To this day, all kinds of coincidences have come together, and Guan Wen has nothing to say except lamenting the miracle of the Creator, the twists and turns of God's creation, and the profundity of Tibetan Buddhism.

"I'm Saranjasan, I'm Wind Crane, but those are just two names that my Father, Mother, and His Holiness gave me. Of course, they can also give me other names, such as cups, milk tea, stools, tables, etc., all of which can represent me as a person. But I ask, who am I? Who am I standing in front of you now?" Fenghe asked again.

Her facial features, eyebrows and eyes are really ordinary, and the wind is constantly blowing every year, because her skin is very rough, and her two cheekbones have become semi-red and not black due to excessive wind and sunburn. If you put her in the pile of women anywhere in xizàng, she will immediately blend into it, and you will not see any difference between her and others.

It's a difficult question to answer, and if you have to get into it, you're going to be trapped. I advise you to go back to your room and have a good rest, sleep quietly, wake up tomorrow, and pass it as soon as it is not good. Guan Wen's answer was very cautious, because he knew that Feng He's mind was turbulent and fierce at the moment, and any inappropriate words would cause her to go crazy.

The philosophical complex propositions of "who am I, the white horse is not a horse, and the debate on the horse" have been fiercely debated in the mouths of those "white people" in the pre-Qin period, and both the opposing and the positive sides resolutely hold their own views and cannot convince the other party.

"You're a smart man—" Wind Crane picked up a painting, looked at it intently for a while, and suddenly began to sob.

Guan Wen didn't speak, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

"If you could have drawn all the intricate memories in my mind and turned them into pictures for everyone to see, maybe I wouldn't have been slandered as a witch, a ghost, or an evil spirit. These things have haunted me for as long as I can remember, dreaming of them every night. In the most terrible times, when I was herding sheep on the hillside during the day, I would think of these for no reason. When I was ten years old, my parents invited an exorcist from Shannan, and he desperately stabbed me with an awl—" Wind Crane pointed to the top of his head, "It hurts, I still remember it clearly." I hate these memories, and if it weren't for them, I might have married and had several children and lived happily ever after, and my parents wouldn't have vomited blood and died in anger from the villagers. ”

Guan Wen didn't know how to comfort the other party, and handed over a tissue.

"They're disappearing—" Wind Crane burst into tears and laughed.

"What?" Guan Wen was taken aback.

Fenghe pointed to the silver-armored man in the picture: "He bothers me the most, because I have never seen him, I don't know where he came from, where he is going, and I don't know the name of him and the woman."

At the mention of the woman, Guan Wen couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He is a painter, and the most beautiful things are floating in the mud.

"She's beautiful, isn't she? I told a lot of people about her, but everyone laughed at me because I didn't know how to describe her, and there had never been such a good-looking woman in the country. I have seen in His Holiness's sutras that many Tibetan Buddhist monks and great masters have shown 'female appearances', but they are not as good-looking as that woman. Fenghe said.

"Yes, she's beautiful. But it's a pity that no matter how beautiful people are, they also turned into dry bones in that big war. Guan Wen nodded.

All the wars in the world are like overwhelming sandstorms, the wind passes, and when the dust settles, everything as far as the eye can see is buried in the yellow sand. When these truths are exposed to the sun again, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of years have passed.

"But why should I keep these memories?" Fenghe asked to himself, "If the memory disappears, will I be able to return to my original self?"

Suddenly, Guan Wen felt a burst of sadness.

Because he thought that when all the memories of Fenghe disappeared, the past few decades would also become blank, and her level of thought would stay before she had memories, either a teenage girl, or a child of seven or eight years old, or even a baby of one or two years old.

"If that's the kind of ending, it's terrible." He thought to himself.

"If I go back to the past, can the world be reincarnated and reversed, back to the past?" Wind Crane whispered to himself sadly and dejectedly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

Guan Wen opened the door, surprised and delighted, and the one standing outside the door turned out to be the dusty Baoling.

"How could it be you? How are you - aren't you on the side of Tashilhunpo Monastery? Why did you come here overnight?" He was so happy that he was incoherent, and he only had Baoling in his eyes, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the few people around and behind Baoling.

After a series of shocks, he always remembered the treasure bell in his heart. It was really a great surprise that she could fall from the sky.

"Yes, it's me. I heard that Mr. Kwan was also here, so I knocked on the door to let me know. Bao Ling smiled and leaned to the side.

"Is it Mr. Guan?" The tall man beside Baoling spoke coldly but politely.

Guan Wen's gaze turned to him, it was a young man with a Chinese face, a square chin, and angular facial features, who should be around thirty years old, with broad shoulders and an excellent figure. The man was wearing a coffee-colored calfskin hunting suit with a good texture, and the small movement of stretching out his hand to Guan Wen revealed a full vigor and bravery.

"I'm Gao Xiang, a friend of Baoling." He said.

Guan Wen froze, stretched out his hand to shake the other party, and immediately noticed that Gao Xiang's finger bones were thick and his hand was full of strength.

"I'm Guan Wen, I'm glad to meet you." Guan Wen said.

He remembered that when he was in the family hotel, Baoling and Lao Dao both mentioned Gao Xiang's name.

Crossing the gap between Gao Xiang and Baoling, he also saw Lao Dao and Chizan.

"Baoling has something to do at Tashilhunpo Monastery, thanks to Mr. Guan's care, we will definitely return this love in the future." Gao Xiang held Baoling's shoulder with one hand and smiled meaningfully, seemingly sincere and humble, but in his bones he was indifferent to reject people thousands of miles away. Of course, his move clearly stated his ownership of Baoling, which was tantamount to telling Guan Wen not to beat his girlfriend's idea.

Guan Wen replied with a wry smile: "It's too polite, it should be done."

He could see Gao Xiang's intentions, but his gaze involuntarily fell on Baoling's face again.

"Mr. Guan, I have to ask you about painting. When this is over, we'll see you at Tashilhunpo Monastery. Baoling said gently and modestly.

This tone immediately aroused Gao Xiang's dissatisfaction. He put his hands to his mouth and cleared his throat, suppressing Guan Wen's humble words that were about to be spoken.

"Mr. Guan, I have long heard that you are a very amazing painter, but unfortunately I didn't have the opportunity to visit you. Baoling is my friend, and I have always been confused in my heart, and I hope you can help her answer her questions. Of course, there is no need to worry about the brushwork, and I will pay according to the highest standard among the painters who have traveled in Tibet. In this way, you do your thing, I do my thing, and I look forward to a great cooperation between us, okay?" After Gao Xiang finished speaking, he smiled softly, as if he had already finished eating Guan Wen.

Guan Wen nodded depressedly: "Okay, I'll do my best." Now, I have something to do, can we talk about it later?"

Since he couldn't talk to Baoling alone, he didn't want to be embarrassed any longer, so he euphemistically ordered the eviction.

"Absolutely." Gao Xiang laughed, "I came with Master Tianhu, for so many years, I have been doing some small business in Xizàng, Nepal, India and other countries, occasionally reading Buddhist scriptures, visiting temples, so I know something about the skeleton thangka." Master Vulture said, "Maybe the key to whether I can put together the thousands of pieces of thangka is on me......"

He is full of arrogance and arrogance in his bones, but his attitude when he speaks is deliberately restrained, and he looks polite.

Guan Wen's life is the most disgusting thing about this kind of person, but Baoling is a good friend with such a person, which makes him feel like something is blocked in his throat, choking and choking, extremely uncomfortable.

"Of course, I hope Mr. Gao can show his skills." Guan Wen was barely perfunctory.

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