On the prairie of Shangri-La, Xu Dushan breathed the fresh air, enjoyed cheese, butter tea, barley wine, especially delicious mutton and beef, drank plateau mineral water full of various minerals, and spent the first time in his life to live like a fairy, which was really comfortable.

A little more than a month later, a miracle happened: the boils and pink tumors on his face were gone, and no trace was left. He seemed to have been reborn with a face: fair, clean, smooth, elastic skin, and full of vitality, and he had become a handsome young man!

On this day, Tsering Bian Zhen and Tashi Tsering had just returned from the depths of the steppe, and they were shouting and driving the sheep into the sheepfold.

Tsering Bian Zhen shouted loudly: "Tile boy, come out and help us! Help us do some work." ”

"Okay!" Xu Dushan galloped out of the yurt, came to the middle of the herd of cows, horses and sheep, used his hands and feet together, rushed left and right, and Tsering Bian Zhen and they were busy for a while, and finally drove them into the pen and firmly tied to the fence.

Tsering Bian Zhen breathed a long sigh of relief, took off her hat, and let her waterfall-like hair shake out, she stretched out her hands, danced her sexy and charming waist, and spun around a few times, and the hair flowed like waves, making Xu Dushan look straight.

"What are you looking at? I think you're stupid!" Tsering Bian Zhen snorted.

At this time, she found that the panting tile child standing in front of her had lost his potholed, bumpy face. Her eyes flashed, and she asked in surprise, "What's the matter? You seem to be a different person!"

"What? I've changed, what's become?" asked Xu Dushan, puzzled.

"You have to thank me, thank our prairie, thank my family's ancestral secret recipe," Tsering Bian Zhen laughed, jumping, and was very happy! "You have become beautiful, you have become a handsome man, you are really a handsome man! Perhaps, you are now the most handsome person on our grassland." ”

When Tsering Bian Zhen saw this face that was completely different from the original, his apricot eyes widened in surprise, and his heartbeat increased faster and faster. An inexplicable sweetness and excitement rose from the bottom of her heart, rippling with thick ripples of happiness.

She stared at Xu Dushan carefully, and her breathing became tense with excitement. I don't know why, from the moment she saw Xu Dushan's sunny and handsome face just now, her heartbeat accelerated.

Before, she didn't feel that way at all. Now, she felt that the feeling had come so suddenly, it was simply strange.

"So, is this good or bad?" asked Xu Dushan uneasibly as he didn't know what he had become. "It won't be like Zhu Bajie you said, right?"

Tsering Bian Zhen laughed again and said, "Of course, it's a good thing that you're a tile kid who has become beautiful! As I just said, you are now the most handsome person on our steppe." You're so different!"

After a period of contact and communication with Xu Dushan, this nineteen-year-old Tibetan girl, who was in the prime of her cardamom years and was in love, unconsciously discovered that Xu Dushan had a charm that deeply attracted her and made her irresistible.

What kind of charm this is, she herself can't say for a while.

Tsering Bian Zhen fell in love with him quietly and passionately in this way.

Soon, Xu Dushan's body fully recovered, and under the guidance of Tsering Bian Zhen, he quickly learned to ride a horse and learn to do all the work that a man on the grassland should do.

Tsering Bian Zhen likes to watch him gallop on the grassland, and likes the chic and heroic posture of the Han boy he showed at this time.

She likes to listen to him sing, and she likes the Han style that he exudes at this time, which is completely different from that of Tibetan youth.

She loved watching him dance, and she loved the mesmerizing grace he displayed at this time.

A handsome Han boy brought her new sensations and experiences that she had never experienced before.

She felt that his every smile, every movement, and every word was so warm and charming, and all of this increased her deep affection for him day by day.

In order to make life easier, Tashi Tsering's family built another yurt for Xu Dushan. This yurt is made of wool felt and white cloth, which is simple and functional. The two yurts are less than a hundred meters apart.

The vast grassland, the fat flocks, the running horses, and the white yurts are scattered among the green grass and blue sky.

A motorbike and lele car are parked outside the yurt, and in the distance is a meandering river that flows slowly around an island in the grassland, where herds of horses, cows, and sheep often drink the sweet water.

Sometimes, dozens of geese can be seen swimming in the river, burrowing their heads into the water, then shaking violently, flapping their wings on tiptoe, "quacking" on their toes, and then shaking their bulky bodies towards the green carpet of grasslands.

Xu Dushan often admires the picturesque scenery of the herdsmen's homeland on another hill!

But after a while, Xu Dushan felt that life on the grassland began to become boring.

There are no entertainment facilities, no electricity, no neon lights of big cities, no hustle and bustle of traffic, only vast grasslands, vast pastures, fat flocks, running horses, dotted felt bags, rivers and lakes, except for them.

Every morning, Tashi Tsering rode his black steed, shouted at hundreds of cows and horses, and drove them to a place where water and grass were abundant.

At this time, Tsering Bian Bian Zhen's sister-in-law, Bian Ma Danzhen, also rode another beautiful white horse, kept waving the horse pole, kept shouting, and cooperated with Tashi Tsering to drive them.

The two voices, one thick and one tender, rise and fall one after another, long and short, echo in the grassland, as if it is the sound of nature, very beautiful.

At the same time, in the sheepfold on the other side, Tsering Bian Zhen led her two-year-old Tibetan mastiff wolf, followed behind Grandma Gesang Yangzong, and was also shouting "oh chi, oh red", helping to drive the sheep out of the pen.

Soon after, Xu Dushan followed Uncle Tashi Tsering to graze cattle on the vast prairie. When the two men went out, the three women who stayed at home were busy in their yurts, and they always had endless work to do, talking and laughing, waiting for them to return from grazing.

Xu Dushan followed Tashi Tsering in this way, leaving at sunrise and returning at sunset, and the days passed more regularly than ever, more plain and quiet.

He firmly remembered the life-saving grace of Tsering Bianzhen's family, and was very active and diligent to help them do all their work, and soon won their love and praise.

However, Xu Dushan actually had another purpose in doing so.

In this world, Xu Dushan no longer has real relatives, only relatives.

But even if there are relatives, he hates them.

Because they never gave him love and care, even the slightest.

He still remembers an uncle and uncle who both worked in the city, but they had looked down on Xu Dushan's poor rural family since childhood, and they would not walk around his crumbling mud house for several years. Even in their most difficult times, it is impossible to give generously to help.

Late one night that year, a night of pouring rain crumbled his family's shattered mud house, and his sleeping parents were crushed to death by the suddenly collapsed mud walls and beams on a bed made of planks and two benches.

That night, Xu Dushan, who was in the third grade of junior high school 30 kilometers away from his home, survived because he lived at the school. The kind neighbor put together 50 yuan for you and 100 yuan for him, and finally finished the funeral.

Xu Dushan kept in mind all the people who had helped him at this time, and wrote IOUs to them.

The ruthless uncle and uncle did not attend the funeral, let alone be able to help. Xu Dushan, who began to be sensible, has always remembered them in his heart since then.

It's a kind of memory that will never be forgotten. He remembered them so that one day he would take revenge on them. From then on, he vowed that he would be richer and more productive than them.

And now, he has nothing left. It is even possible that there will be no personal freedom. He believed that the public security department had laid a net against him. Even if he had wings, he wouldn't want to fly.

Xu Dushan was very depressed. At this time, the verses of the Bible that he had read before echoed in his ears again.

"Come back to the Lord. Don't think you'll be able to keep dodging. His wrath may come upon you suddenly, and you will die under punishment. ”

"Don't think you'll get away with sinning, the Lord can't wait to punish you. ”

Although Xu Dushan had a repentant heart, he was unwilling to accept the Lord's punishment. He still needs to rise up, he still needs to fight, and he needs to change his life at all costs!

Therefore, he can only take one step at a time. Now, the most important thing for him is that he can't be kicked out of the yurt by Tsering Bianzhen's family for any reason. Only by being honest and diligent is the long-term solution.

Xu Dushan believes that there are dangers everywhere now, and only by hiding in the grassland can it be safest.