【First Story】

Tashi once asked a few questions as he listened to the young people's stories, and the young people answered them all, and we said that many people have different views of the world, but maybe they are all right.

On the third day of Tashi's listening to young people tell stories, young people told a story. This story can't be integrated into the overall story, so I sorted it out, and it was these fragmented stories that made me finally realize the truth of the secret in the snowy mountains.

In a very far away place, there is a pond, and in this pond, there is a very strange grass, during the day, the color of the grass is black, and at night, the color of the grass is white. So, what color does the grass look like at dusk? There was a man who wanted to know the result, so one day he came to the edge of the pond. He waited for the twilight to come, but he waited for a long time, but the twilight did not come, and it never got dark again.

The man was very strange, and his heart was what was going on, and he could only go home slowly, but on the way home, dusk came, and he ran back to the edge of the pond, and found that it was already dark.

He was reluctant and decided to try again the next day. So he went to the edge of the pond before dusk the next day. As a result, dusk still lingers, and it doesn't get dark. And on his way back, things reverted to the same old again.

On the third day, he decided to try a new method, and this time, he managed to see the color of the grass after dusk, but he was scared to death because of this.

This "new method" became a magical thing, and it began to be contagious, and many people tried it, and as a result, these people were either scared to death or went crazy. So one of them said, "We're going to cut down this grass."

So a group of people bravely pulled the grass, and as a result, the dusk disappeared forever, and the people of this place never saw the dusk again, they only had darkness and day.

【Day 1】

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and all the prayers before leaving went to the opposite side.

Sure enough, no matter who it is, as long as they try to go to that place, God will not allow it. The black, bare part of the distant mountain seemed to be invisible now, and that place, no matter what time it was, could not be easily approached. That's not where people should go.

Could there be any living creatures in this snowfield? It seems that some people have said that he has seen some big birds and white-haired beasts, but now that he thinks about it, it seems that they are just bragging, and the wind is so loud that there is not even a trace of living creatures and heat, how can there be living things.

The only living creatures in heaven and earth are probably the three people walking, originally four, but that one had already merged with the snow-capped mountain before setting off, and that person was found drunk and dead on the side of the road when he got up in the morning, and the stones in the ground were frozen into a whole.

A porter struck every ice crystal in the road with an ice axe, and the sound of the striking sounded in the wind as if it were a mysterious and slow instrument, which sparked and sparkled softly in the wind. The second person was a young man, he walked forward with his eyes closed and followed the sound, his hands fumbled, not that he didn't want to open his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything with goggles, everything was better than feeling.

"Would you like to stop and rest?" shouted one of the porters behind him, and the young man looked back, Raba, the eldest of the two.

Rabba, a Tibetan in his early forties, looked to be in his sixties, and his swarthy face was full of wrinkles carved by a milling knife, which were the result of the long wind, and his face was red, and he looked like he had drunk wine. He was the eldest of the three and one of the most experienced porters.

"Can you rest?" asked the young man.

"If we continue to walk like this, we will only advance more than ten meters until it gets dark, so it is better to wait for the wind to pass. Looking at the sky, the wind won't blow much longer. "Otherwise, we're going to waste our energy here, and we're not going to get anything out of it." ”

"Then stop. The young man said.

They stopped against the mountain wall, but could only stand, and waited slowly for the wind to stop, and the other porter, apparently a little prostration, almost slipped down as soon as he stopped, and was pulled by Raba, who spoke to him in a loud voice, and took back all his spirits.

Raba breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that it was right to continue to go down with the wind pressure just now, but if he continued to walk, he would have to chase the wind through this dangerous situation, and he could not stop, and he might have to walk all night to rest. When you stop at that time, you can do a lot of things, you can live, you can get a good night's sleep, so this bit of suffering is worth enduring. However, he was too old to bear it, and he would rather stand here now than walk a bit.

When he said this, he was afraid that the remaining porter would object, but it was clear that their physical strength was at the limit, and the young man had no experience and did not scold them, unlike the previous gang leaders, who would force them forward.

Anyway, the situation was still under his control, and standing here, he slowly felt his strength improve, which was better than going forward for another night and then stumbling. I'm older, I'd rather stay up than rush. Accidents are always overwhelming, and at his age, it is impossible for him to react as quickly as before.