"There was a good girl in that far away place, and people walked past her tent with nostalgic looks, and her little pink face ......"

The high-pitched voice of the rough mine, the jerky Mandarin singing, singing the lingering love song, the yak cart walking slowly on the spacious road, the surrounding empty mound can not see the edge, the blue sky is as white as snow and white clouds, it is refreshing to see people.

Lying on his back on a haystack full of hay, his dark blue jacket wrapped in protection from the cold wind, and a stuffed travel backpack resting next to him.

The mountain in the distance looks very close, but in fact it has gone a long way, and the car that is broken on the road now looks at only a vague dot, and the comfortable lying air seems to be wafting with the smell of cattle and sheep, and there is a feeling of wanting to be drowsy.

A middle-aged Tibetan uncle with a beard struck the yak with a whip in his hand, and the yak made a long mooing sound and walked a few steps faster, and the deviated route returned to the right path again.

"Girl, cover the hay when it's cold to keep it warm!"

The uncle took a breath and reminded the person lying behind with a smile.

"It's okay, Uncle Solang, I'm not cold, how long will it take to arrive?"

I pushed the hat of the jacket up, and the cold wind blew on my cheeks, but I didn't feel too cold.

"According to our itinerary, I'm afraid it will be dark, if your car is repaired and catches up, it is possible to get to the place before dark. By the way, girl, what are you doing alone? It's not a good time to travel, it's a bit dangerous to be alone! ”

I don't know if it's because of habit, Uncle Solang always likes to shout when he speaks, maybe part of the reason is that the surroundings are too empty for fear that she can't hear clearly.

Tsowenbu, also known as Qinghai Lake, which means "blue sea" in Tibetan, is the largest inland lake in China.

"But there are a lot of people who come to visit in the winter, but it's much less than at other times. Young people, some European tourists, and quite a few backpackers are also in a constant stream at this time. Since you are here, I recommend you to go to Chaka Salt Lake, which is also very beautiful! ”

Uncle Solang said to himself, with an exotic touch in his warm and hearty Mandarin, and the yak walked along the road with his tail under his whip, and then began to sing the love song again.

"I would have her take a thin leather whip and strike me on me......"

The rough and powerful baritone voice was like a lullaby, coupled with the mooing of the yak from time to time, and her breathing evenly on the swaying haystack fascinated her eyes, and she fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, swords, guns, bullets, countless people covered in blood rushed towards her, Wu Meng's blood flowed down from the blood hole on his forehead, stretched out his arm and asked her why she ran away, and asked her why she didn't save him.

Li Guoliang's voice was old and hoarse, holding the electric shock button in her hand and pressing it frantically, the electricity spread through her fingers all over her body again and again, and the intense pain made her want to shout but couldn't open her mouth to shout.

Wang Rou glared angrily and asked her why she stole her money, the deep scratch on her neck was bloody, and then Wang Rou's head was crooked and broken from her neck, and the bloody head rolled to her feet, Wang Rou opened her mouth and laughed miserably, shouting that she would not let her go.

The body trembled, sweating profusely, panting heavily, feeling that the heartbeat made the heart a little unbearable, and the mouth opened and looked around.

The sky in the distance had darkened, and the originally blue sky was dyed red, leaving a half-engulfed sunset in the middle of the heavens and the earth.

"Girl, are you hungry? Then! ”

Uncle Solang's voice came from the front, and then a paper bag was thrown over, and he grabbed the greasy touch with both hands, and smelled the smell of meat, the dried meat pieces in the paper bag.

"Homemade yak meat, try it!"

It's still a shouting voice, but in the fading light, it sounds very warm and reliable.

"Hey, thank you, Uncle Solang."

In response, the stomach did growl, and the meat strips were torn off and chewed in the mouth, which tasted similar to the taste of beef, but it was more chewy, and the lips and teeth were fragrant.

When it was completely dark, I saw a few tents with lights not far away, and drove the yak cart into the pen guarded by the Tibetan mastiff, and Uncle Solang beckoned her to go to the tent.

At this time, Huairou saw two children in Tibetan robes running out, holding Uncle Solang's legs and speaking Tibetan that she didn't understand, and hiding behind Uncle Solang a little shyly after seeing her.

"This is my grandson and granddaughter, this is tonight's guest, don't be shy!"

Uncle Solang explained to Huairou, then shouted something into the room in Tibetan, picked up the two children and walked inside.

Seeing Uncle Solang holding the two children without blushing or panting, Huairou couldn't help but admire that the Tibetans are worthy of being nomads, and their physique is still so strong at this age.

Uncle Solang lives with his son and daughter-in-law, and has two grandsons who still live the life of herding and hunting.

After all, it is very dangerous for a girl to walk alone in Tibetan areas, not only because of the vast size of the Tibetan areas and the sparse population, but also because at night the Tibetan areas are still infested with wild animals.

After thanking her, Huairou looked at the sumptuous food on the table that she had only heard of and had never seen, and the most distinctive ones were barley wine and butter tea.

The first time I ate the national food, Huairou felt that it was quite novel, the barley wine was too strong and I didn't drink much, but I ate a lot of roasted yak meat.

After drinking and eating, he arranged to rest, but Huairou, who had slept on the road, couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and went outside from the tent, and the stars in the sky above his head were exceptionally bright.

Such a night sky reminded Huairou of the scene at the Meilaiju Inn, and the starry sky she saw with Shen Lang on the roof at that time was also like this.

I don't know, how is Shen Lang now.

The cold wind blew, the cold wind drilled into the clothes, and the grassland at night was not generally cold, but even so, Huairou still stood still.

She seemed to be the only one left in the whole world, and the howl came from somewhere in the distance, and then it continued one after another, along with the Tibetan mastiff tethered next to the yak.

She took out the mobile phone that had not been turned on for a long time from her pocket, she originally planned to throw it away, but in the end she hesitated and kept it, and the new touchscreen phone was not used a few times.

The finger stayed on the switch key, and the moment she pressed it, she withdrew the finger, and she didn't know what she saw when she opened the door, and she was a little expectant and a little scared.

The reason why she didn't turn on her mobile phone was because she was afraid of Shen Lang's contact, since Wu Meng's death, she had already deeply understood that she was a big trouble, and the people around her were easy to be targeted.

She didn't want to hurt anyone, so she could only find the truth incognito, but this seemed to be really difficult for her, and a girl who was alone needed to be more cautious.

Thinking of this way, if she hadn't had a pistol by her side, I'm afraid she would have suffered an accident a long time ago, but there were only five bullets left in the pistol, but she was very successful in scaring people and ensuring her own safety.

It has been almost half a month since she fled Jiangxi, and she has to avoid the eyes of the police and the pursuit of that person, and she has been living for more than half a month.

As soon as she thought of this, Huairou's eyes turned cold, and she took out a black old-fashioned mobile phone from her pocket, and a text message rang out, and a place name appeared, Lhasa.

Since the phone arrived in her hand, she has received two text messages, the first one is to tell her to go to Qinghai Lake in Tibet if she wants to find memories, and now there is only one place name.

Huairou couldn't tell what the other party's intentions were, and she didn't know why she was reminded, whether she wanted to help her find her memories or if she was trying to mislead her and design a trap to catch her.

However, no matter what, Huairou could only do what the text message told her, because she, like that person, wanted to get her memories back.

Early the next morning, Huairou said goodbye to Uncle Suolang's family, leaving 500 yuan as last night's entertainment, Uncle Suolang showed her the way to Qinghai Lake, and Huairou walked along the highway with her bags on her back.

I didn't have to go far before a car stopped, and it was a highway bus that was soliciting tourists, and many people were already sitting on it.

"Girl, where are you going? Get in the car! Take you on a ride! ”

The driver shouted at her in Chinese, and Huairou got into the car through the open door and answered the driver by the way.

"Go to Qinghai Lake."

"Are you going to Qinghai Lake too?"

A young man with long hair next to him accosted him, and Huairou didn't say anything but stuffed the luggage under his feet.

"Hey, I'm also going to Qinghai Lake, are you alone?" It seems that he didn't see Huairou's face, like a young man who played art, and he was still enthusiastic.

"Hmm."

Responding casually, Huairou took out mineral water and swallowed the stomach medicine, and now she has stomach problems from time to time.

"Stomach ache?"

The long-haired man saw Huairou's movements, and then leaned closer and added in a low voice: "Is it because you eat Tibetan food?" It's easy not to digest, and I don't know if it's unhygienic. ”

Huairou frowned in disgust, and moved out to distance the two, she was disgusted by the approach of strangers, and even more disgusted with the person who chewed the root of her tongue.

There is nothing bad about the food of the Tibetans, she was so hungry that she once even ate moldy bread, and the grinding along the way has already freed her from her picky character.

remembered that she once ate with Shen Lang at a roadside stall, and she also washed the dishes with vinegar, but now that she thinks about it, it was really hypocritical at that time, maybe she didn't know the hardships of life if she hadn't encountered difficulties.

"Do I have my own dry food here, do I have steamed buns to eat?" The long-haired man still spared no effort to please Huairou and pulled out a bag of snacks from his duffel bag.

"I tell you, it's best to prepare more dry food when you travel, so as not to have a stomach ache after eating something bad. Here, here you go. ”

A bag of steamed buns was handed to her eyes, Huairou didn't plan to take it, but the long-haired man didn't reluctantly stuff it into her hand. "Come on, come on, you're welcome!"

Just as Huairou was about to open her mouth to refuse, a young man in Tibetan costume in front of her turned his head and said impatiently to the long-haired man: "Are you enough?" Didn't you see that other girls don't want to pay attention to you? ”

"What's your business? I talk to my own people, and you still interject. The long-haired man glanced at the young man and muttered another sentence in a low voice. Barbarians. ”

Huairou's intuition was not good, and sure enough, the young man had already stood up.

"What did you say?"