Qu Songjian and Gesang didn't go back to the north house, but stood in the middle of the courtyard supporting each other.

The lights in the dining room were still on, and through the glass window, he could see the silhouette of Bao Ling waiting with her chin on her hands.

"It's okay, go back to sleep." Guan Wen said.

"But we were really scared. Mr. Guan, if you don't drive her away, we can only drive you away together. When we are old, we want to live the rest of the riddle in peace, and there are no other requirements, you go, you go together. Qu Songjian said.

Guan Wen knew that the old man was very stubborn, and he had reached the point of pathology, and he would never give up until he achieved his goal.

He thought about it, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'll go talk to Baoling, and then think of a way to go to a nearby hotel."

After getting along for so long, he knew that the two of them were also honest people, timid and afraid, and there was really no need to involve the innocent.

Qu Songjian and his wife retreated, and Guan Wen walked into the house.

"What's wrong? Been there for so long?" Baoling asked. Under the light, the flush on her cheeks had quietly receded.

Guan Wen stared at the other party's face, no matter what, he couldn't spell the other party and the witch into the same person like Le Bai Wangjie. Baoling is a real beauty, and her appearance, clothes, and makeup are separated from the witch by 108,000 miles.

"The well water is red, as if the water source is polluted, and the people are a little panicked." Guan Wen said.

"Environmental protection is so important, otherwise the pure snow will soon become a nightmare for worshippers." Baoling said.

"Are you afraid of dogs?" Guan Wen asked abruptly, because he thought of the abnormal incident that Le Bai Wangjie had talked about.

Baoling smiled and immediately shook her head: "How is it possible?" The puppy is the cutest. ”

Guan Wen pointed outside: "It's not a puppy, it's an adult big dog, a very fierce one."

Baoling nodded: "I'm a little scared, but you're here, won't you protect me?"

Guan Wen sighed and said, "We may have to move out, because ...... Because here, you are not welcome. ”

Baoling was a little surprised: "What? I'm not popular? Isn't that old Tibetan couple quite kind?"

Guan Wen shook his head: "They said some ugly things, but they are all nonsense, don't ask more."

The light in Baoling's eyes dimmed, and he whispered: "Actually, I've heard some of them, but please believe me, I'm innocent, I came here without any malice, just looking for a dream." I can't find it in my dream, but I get into so much trouble, and I have to worry about you. ”

Guan Wen asked, "Have you also heard rumors?"

Bao Ling nodded: "Yes, they said that I have an ominous aura in me, which will bring disaster to Tashilhunpo Monastery." However, it was all preached by Tibetans outside the monastery, and the monks inside the monastery never said it. ”

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "No way, in the eyes of Tibetans, worshippers from other places have more or less ideological problems, because they rarely try to understand people outside Tibet, and pay more attention to their inner beliefs." Only in this way can the snowy Tibetan land maintain its simple and unique folk customs, isn't it?"

This unique "closed and uncivilized" is precisely the necessary condition for Tibet to maintain its purity, and Guan Wen has really felt this after entering Tibet. Only in this way did he not want to embarrass Qu Songjian and his wife.

Baoling thought about it, got up slowly, and smiled miserably: "I'll go back and pack my luggage - in fact, I don't need to pack it, the box has never been opened at all."

The two walked out of the restaurant, and suddenly two people came side by side outside the courtyard.

"Brother, let me ask, is this Qu Songjian's home?" The flat-headed black-faced middle-aged man among the visitors asked politely.

Guan Wen nodded, and the two of them had already stepped straight into the courtyard and looked at Baoling's face.

The middle-aged man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, touched the arm of the bald young man next to him, and exchanged glances with each other.

"The master is in the North House." Guan Wen took a step across and blocked Baoling.

"Brother, don't get me wrong, let me ask again, is this Miss Baoling? We are friends of Gao Xiang, and we were entrusted by him to take care of Miss Baoling. The middle-aged man immediately explained.

The young man didn't speak, took out a satellite phone from the backpack he straddled, dialed a number, and then crossed the Guan Wen and handed it to Baoling.

The phone was connected, and when Baoling heard the other party's voice, he immediately became overjoyed: "Gao Xiang?"

Guan Wen stepped aside with interest, so as not to hear something he shouldn't have heard.

Baoling said "oh" a few times, and finally said "thank you", and then closed the line.

"I'm Lao Dao, his name is Chizan, and they are all good friends of Gao Xiang. I've asked someone to track down the key, and the results will come soon. Gao Xiang arrived in about three days, and the task of the two of us is to ensure your safety within three days. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Bao Ling smiled and thanked him, "Thank you, but my friend and I, Mr. Guan, are looking for another place to stay, because the owner of this hospital does not welcome us."

The old knife smiled and nodded his chin to Chizan, who walked towards the north house knowingly.

"My brother is a local and is very good at communicating with his fellow villagers. He went out and didn't talk about anything inappropriate, Miss Baoling, please rest assured. I didn't ask, is this Mr. Guan your friend? Why didn't Gao Xiang mention it on the phone?" The old knife's eyes turned and fell on Guan Wen's face.

Bao Ling nodded: "That's right, it's my friend, a quite famous painter."

The old knife's thick black eyebrows jumped: "I remember, Mr. Guan's tuba is Guan Wen, right?" Tashilhunpo Monastery is a famous painter inside and outside the monastery, and many tourists know your name.

Guan Wen was in a complicated mood and didn't have the heart to be polite, so he just replied in a low voice: "It's over."

Since Baoling has Gao Xiang on the phone to take care of him, he can basically let go, so as not to be misunderstood by others.

In less than five minutes, Chizan came out with Qu Songjian and his wife and nodded to the old knife.

"Uncle, can my friend continue to live with you?" Old Knife asked.

Qu Songjian nodded again and again: "Yes, you can stay as long as you want."

Lao Dao smiled and said, "I won't bother you for too long, and it won't be more than a week at most." I've just seen it, and it seems that there is no room available for us to live in, so you can make a bunk in the dining room, and we can stay there. ”

Guan Wen secretly admired the old knife's eyesight, and after only five minutes of entering this courtyard, he understood the whole situation through visual inspection.

Qu Songjian and Gesang got busy, took out dog skin mattresses, quilts, bed sheets and the like from the north room, and busily went to the restaurant to set up the floor.

The old knife's gaze never left Guan Wen, although there was a smile on his face, but from time to time two cold lights shot out of his eyes, as if they were two sharp knives, and they were really as good as his name.

"Mr. Guan, can you help me draw something tomorrow morning?" Bao Ling smiled bitterly and gently poked her temple with her right index finger. Obviously, she wants to use Guan Wen's magic pen to depict her dreams.

"Absolutely." Guan Wen replied. Being kind to others and helping others has always been something he is willing to do, not to mention that so many things happened tonight, if he can give Baoling some care and love, he can't ask for it.

"Thank you, thank you." The wry smile on Bao Ling's face became heavier, and her long eyelashes drooped, casting two small shadows on her cheekbones.

At that moment, Guan Wen's heart was lightly stabbed, as if she was an extremely delicate plant, exposed to the scorching sun or wind and frost, and needed someone to approach it and take care of it for the rest of her life with all her life and love.

"There are many things in the world that cannot be rushed, just like a lot of knots and buckles, the more they are unraveled, the more chaotic they are, and they cannot struggle. In fact, not everyone in the world has the wisdom of Alexander, who can draw his sword and cut through the chaos. Miss Baoling, if the confusion in your heart has accumulated too deep to solve yourself, you can turn to the great monks in Tashilhunpo Monastery, who have practiced for many years and have a real understanding of those mental diseases, and may be able to help you. Guan Wen said, and couldn't help but move a step towards Baoling.

The old knife leaned forward, between Guan Wen and Bao Ling, and faced Guan Wen coldly.

"It's too late, Mr. Guan, it's time for you to rest. I can handle the matter here with Chizan, please rest assured. A cold light shot out of the old knife's eyes, stabbing Guan Wen so much that he couldn't look at each other for a while.

"That's for the best." He said.

"Then please." The old knife is aggressive, no.

Guan Wen nodded to Baoling, then pushed the door and walked into his room.

The old knife slowly followed, closed the door with his backhand, and stared at Guan Wen.

"What else?" Guan Wenqiang couldn't bear to be unhappy.

Lao Dao squinted his eyes and looked around the room, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Guan, Miss Baoling is Gao Xiang's girlfriend, and Gao Xiang is my good friend, so under the noses of me and Chizan, don't do anything that crosses the line, and don't try to create any sexual encounters." I'm very reasonable, but my brother Chizan is a little difficult to handle. He has only two ways to solve the problem, money in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, and he can do whatever he wants, rarely thinking about the consequences. Mr. Guan, give me face, don't embarrass me in the next three days, okay?"

He rubbed his palms vigorously, and the calluses in his palms made an unpleasant clicking sound.

Guan Wen looked directly at the face of the old knife and sneered: "Threaten me?"

He was extremely disgusted with the old knife's practice of "preventing problems before they happen". He was a man of letters, who did not understand martial arts, but he was proud and not afraid of the threat of others.

"What do you say?" The old knife also asked with a sneer.

The two looked at each other, and the air in the room became strangely tense.

Guan Wen had never encountered such a situation, and he could see that Lao Dao and Chizan were both characters in the rivers and lakes, and there was no reason to act. In this case, if you hit it hard, you will only suffer.

"Don't worry, I'm just a painter." Guan Wen couldn't help but breathe and said.

The old knife raised his hand and patted Guan Wen on the shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, brother." I said, Gao Xiang is my friend, and I can't tolerate others cuckolding my friends. ”

Guan Wen snorted: "You are quite willing to think about your friends!" Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. ”

The old knife stepped back with a grin, nodded and smiled: "That's good, that's good, that's much easier."

was stirred up by the old knife, Guan Wen's chest seemed to be blocked with a piece of broken cotton wool, and he felt pain.

He turned off the light and lay down, tossing and turning for a long time and couldn't sleep, thinking about the murder of the thief in front of the Maitreya Buddha Hall for a while, seeing the dying Master Duji for a while, and remembering the terrifying blood at the bottom of the well. Of course, he will not forget Jì Baoling's invitation, and when he gets up tomorrow morning, he will calmly help her draw the confusion in his heart.

Suddenly, a dull horn sounded in his ears, which lasted for about half a minute, and sounded three times in a row, and the shouts of countless men immediately sounded: "Rush-kill-rush-kill......" Behind the shouting of killing, there was also the sound of horses' hooves when the war horse galloped, and the clanging sound of swords and guns when they were in battle. The many sounds came together and turned into a huge torrent that hit his eardrums.

During the period of agitation, there were no phantoms in front of him, only voices could be heard, and he was so anxious that he was sweating but couldn't open his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, only to find that he was still lying on the bed, and the sun was already shining outside the window.

"What's that? Is it a nightmare? It sounds like a brutal war, how could I dream of these things? Is it really because of Baoling?" His thoughts collided with each other, and finally he couldn't help but shake his head, "What are you thinking?" Baoling is definitely not the kind of person the Tibetans say they are. ”

He walked out of the room and saw Chizan sitting on the steps of the Baoling door.

"Early." He greeted Chizan.

Chizan raised his eyes and nodded, which was considered a return salute, but he didn't say a word.

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