It was past two o'clock in the evening when I left the tent.

The cold wind is howling, and the moonlight is thin and cool.

Xiao Wu wrapped the windbreaker on his body, caught up with Ji Luanchuan, who was long in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder as he walked, "Brother Chuan, why did you lie just now." ”

"What lies?"

"It's just that I've been to City A." He scratched the back of his ear, which was faintly burned by the cold evening wind, and didn't figure it out for a while, "Two days ago, in order to talk about the tour leader business introduced by the travel agency, didn't you go back to make a special trip?" ”

Ji Luanchuan glanced sideways at the young man beside him, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took one out of his mouth and bit it into his mouth, obviously not wanting to explain too much.

"Well, I'm not used to telling people I don't know."

"That's right, it's still troublesome if you get into trouble."

Xiao Wu nodded in agreement, his eyes turned around a few times before falling to a few abrupt white tents next to Yangzhuo Yongcuo Lake, and after counting them carefully, he couldn't help but sigh.

"People still haven't arrived, we were five tents when we left, and they still are."

Ji Luanchuan also followed his gaze.

"Don't worry, there are a lot of people who travel to Nepal this time, and you can contact the previous registration when you go back to the tent later."

"Done." Xiao Wu rubbed his hands together and agreed, and the pace under his feet was faster.

The large temperature difference between day and night in the northwest is really no joke.

Although he has followed Brother Chuan on this line for several years and led countless tourist convoys, he is still a little difficult to cope with every time he encounters a sudden drop in temperature.

On the other hand, Ji Luanchuan seems to be calm and cold at all times, and he can't see whether he is cold or not, nor can he see that he is high or unhappy.

After the cigarette was lit, when he put the lighter back in his inner pocket, somehow, the woman's milky skin and delicate and seductive collarbone suddenly appeared in front of him, and no matter how much he drove it away, he couldn't get rid of it.

After the two men left, Xu Yun pulled the sheet over and draped it on his body, and looked at it on the lakeside road for a while.

The cold wind howled in the night, and the black dots went farther and farther away, until they reached the white tent at the other end of Yangzhuoyong Lake.

Do they live there?

Before Xu Yun had time to think about it, he saw a lot of people suddenly pouring out of the tent.

The men bowed down and packed up in twos and threes, and soon the white tents were removed, and the lake was cleaned up cleanly, leaving no remnant.

At this time, there were already sporadic car lights on, illuminating the entire Yangzhuo Yongcuo Lake as if it was day, and the lake water was rippling with starlight falling into the eyes.

Xu Yun saw the situation over there clearly through the blurred light.

There are a lot of cars parked by the lake, and it looks like a convoy.

After packing up the tents and getting into the car, the car soon drove towards this side of the road.

In the quiet night, there was the rustle of car tires rubbing against the ground, Xu Yun wrapped the sheets on his body, and was a little cold by the howling cold wind.

When the convoy drove by the road on his side, Xu Yun's eyes rolled, and he suddenly reached out and took out a lighter from his pocket, turned his fingers, adjusted it to the right direction, and then pressed it down.

After a pop, the flames suddenly ignited.

The crunch of metal and the swaying glow of the fire were particularly clear at night.

The convoy passed by at the right time, and in the off-road vehicle at the front, someone glanced at Xu Yun lukewarmly through the driver's window.

It's him—the man named Brother Chuan.

The corners of Xu Yun's lips curled, and she let go of her hand, and the lighter stained with old dust was put into her original pocket in response.

After returning to the tent, she recalled, vaguely remembering that she had to pass through Shigatse from Lhasa to Nepal.

———— is exactly the direction the convoy was just going.

In the second half of the night, Xu Yun slept exceptionally peacefully.

When she woke up, she was already on the verge of death.

The cold of the northwest night was gone, replaced by the warm sunshine, which sprinkled on her body and made her whole person seem to come to life.

I don't know if it's an illusion, when she drove away after breakfast, she seemed to see the yellow hair she met when she checked into the inn yesterday again.

But his figure flashed, and Xu Yun didn't see it too clearly.

Perhaps an illusion.

She didn't care, and soon drove towards Shigatse.

The long highway is empty and uninhabited for dozens of kilometers, and only the occasional wind-blown weeds on the roadside show their vitality.

The blue sky, white clouds, golden meadows, and the sparkling lake near the roadside are rippled by the wind, and through the car window, a burst of water vapor brings a slight coolness.

At this moment, Xu Yun's heart was surprisingly peaceful.

The hustle and bustle of the big city was buried in the stunning scenery of the northwest, and the north wind blew away her thoughts, and also blew away the troubles and sorrows that had been entangled for days, making her forget for a moment.

But the good mood always doesn't last long and will be broken.