It was an oil painting of a portrait of a little brother, hanging behind the post office counter.

In the painting, the little brother is wearing a lama's clothes on his upper body and a Tibetan robe on his lower body, standing in the mountains, looking sideways at the golden and silver mountains in the distant sunset, and behind him, you can see the peaks of the Kalrenci Snow Mountain.

The whole painting is very bold in the use of paving, the scenery and people are extremely naturally integrated, and the afterglow of the setting sun renders the tone of the whole painting desolate and lonely.

The white snow-capped mountains seem to be covered with a soft golden veil, and the junction of snow has changed from white to a quiet gray-yellow.

However, compared to Zhuo Ran's coloring, its painting is particularly clumsy, just like a beginner copying a master's work, which becomes a striking disadvantage in such an oil painting that could have been excellent.

Even so, this painting still gives people a different kind of strength, the little brother's detached temperament is rare in the world, especially the eyes, he dares to say that there is no one in the world who has the same eyes as the little brother.

The fat man said that it was a kind of look that had no connection with everything in the world, and few people in the world could live without contact with the world.

Judging by the degree of paint peeling and the color of the frame, it has been hanging here for a long time after the painting was completed.

The whole wall is the color of the old classroom paint of grass green, and there are many praise calligraphy and paintings such as "Pengcheng Wanli" and "Collecting Gold" around it, and there is a cross-stitch of "Eight Horses" hanging on the wall on one side.

The oil painting of the little brother hanging there is not abrupt, but it can be noticed at first glance, which is obviously intentional by the talented lama.

And it just so happened that today, just before Zhang Jixun was about to find this place, the painting was moved here.

Zhang Qixun kept looking at the painting without moving his eyes, and the middle-aged Tibetan at the door before saw that he was so attracted by the painting, so he came over with two bowls of oil milk tea, gave him a bowl, and said with some pride: "This painting is beautiful, last time someone who knew the goods paid 50,000 yuan to buy this painting, I didn't sell it." ”

Zhang Qixun smiled meaninglessly, "This painting is not yours." ”

"Huh?" The middle-aged Tibetan was just joking, but he was a little surprised when he heard this, "How do you see it?" ”

"Were you out there cleaning the snow from that sign just now?" Zhang Qixun suddenly jumped a topic.

The middle-aged Tibetan was stunned, "Ah yes, when the master came in this morning, he said that last night's snow and frost covered the sign, so I went out and swept it." ”

Zhang Qixun was thoughtful and cleared the snow, as if he wanted him to see the post office, that is, Lama Naruren knew that he would be here today.

That's a coincidence.

He asked, "Where is the person who copied this painting now?" I want to talk to him. ”

The middle-aged Tibetan didn't understand what he meant by copying, but he still lifted the curtain and shouted at the boiler room opposite the post office, "Chen Xuehan! Someone is looking for you. ”

The door of the boiler room is ajar, and there is boiling water for the nearby residents to use, and there is a pot of three cents, so it is very warm over there, and there are many people gathering.

Zhang Qixun glanced at the past, and didn't tell which one of Chen Xuehan was at all, most of the clothes worn by those people were no different, the typical faces of Tibetan people, when they heard the shouts, they all raised their heads and looked at this side curiously.

The middle-aged Tibetan shouted again and beckoned to that side, where a dark-skinned man, wearing old overalls stained with a lot of soot, raised his hand and took the golden-flowered hat buttoned at his knees to cover his head, and walked over with his feet.

Looking closely, I found that although this person's skin was a little rough by the characteristic cold of the plateau, he was actually younger than Zhang Qixun imagined, but he was not in wear.

But his eyes looked a little special, very plain, almost without any look, the kind of calm that was used to being content with the status quo, living step by step, without wind and waves.

Chen Xuehan walked over and didn't pay much attention to Zhang Qixun, but just took the cigarette handed to him by the middle-aged Tibetan, stuffed it into his mouth and lit it before asking, "What's the matter?" ”

"This guest is looking for you." The middle-aged Tibetan also gave Zhang Qixun a cigarette, and Zhang Qixun took it and pinned it to his ear.

"Venerable Naruhito was very kind to this guest." The middle-aged Tibetan made such a sentence for some reason.

Hearing the word "Deren", Chen Xuehan paid attention to Zhang Qixun, looked at his face, seemed to remember something, and suddenly spoke, as if he was tempting, and took the initiative to ask him, "You want to go up the mountain again?" ”

Again?

Zhang Qixun raised his eyebrows, "Have you seen me before?" ”

Chen Xuehan stared at his face and took a closer look, let out a light "huh", and this time changed his tone, "You also want to go up the mountain?" ”

Zhang Qixun asked, "Why do you say again?" ”

"I've seen someone who looks like you before, about ten years ago, but I can tell you're not him." Chen Xue said coldly.

Ten years ago, it was Zhang Haike.

Zhang Qixun said bluntly, "I want this painting." ”

"Nope." Chen Xuehan refused without thinking about it, "The great lama said that there is another person who is destined. ”

Zhang Qixun suddenly felt that this person was talking mysteriously, and he had a talent for taking over Deren's team, or if Naruhito told him so, he just copied it as it was.

There is also a destined person, is it referring to Wu Xie?

"Okay, you can take me up the mountain." Zhang Qixun mentioned it casually, took out three pieces of money from his pocket and handed them to him.

Chen Xuehan had a smile on her face, took the money, left a "wait", and turned around and walked to the boiler room.

When he came out of the backyard, he had changed into a clean sheepskin robe, and then pulled out a sturdy wolfdog with a chain from a small hut blocked by the wall.

Zhang Qixun was surprised, that is, "Crescent moon? ”

When he came back, he heard Aning call him like that.

The wolf's chest had a curved, bear-like area of white fur, much like the shape of a crescent moon.

This time it was Chen Xuehan's turn to be surprised, "Do you recognize this dog?" Do you know where the dog owner went? ”

"You don't know where its owner has gone? Then why is the dog with you? ”

Zhang Qixun narrowed his eyes, he was very sure that this wolf green was the one that pounced on him last time, not looking at the half circle of crescent white hair, just from the dog's fierce as always, as if it was not pleasing to the eye, who was going to pounce on him and threaten it.

Chen Xuehan raised this dog well, the fur was still oily and slippery, the dog's nose was wet, he had grown a lot, and there was an old robe that was cut and sewn up to keep it warm.

Zhang Qixun walked over and bent down to touch the back of the dog, and after finding the black ash in his hand, he silently moved his hand to the dog's head.

The crescent moon bared its teeth at first, and the tip of its nose was pressed against Zhang Qixun's palm to push him, and then he didn't know what to smell, and suddenly became docile.

Chen Xuehan was a little surprised, and then said: "The owner of this dog came to me once, saying that he was going to the lama temple, I took her once, and then went down the mountain together. ”

"But half a month ago, for some reason, this dog suddenly ran to my boiler room to scratch the door, that night the wind and snow were relatively heavy, as soon as the wind blew the paw prints were gone, I came out and didn't see anything, and then I didn't see its owner to pick it up, so I had to keep it in the house." Chen Xue said coldly.

Seeing that Zhang Qixun was still stroking the dog's head, Chen Xuehan was quite surprised, "This dog is very fierce and has a big temper on weekdays, I have fed it for so long, and I have never shown a good face to me, this chain is still I finally used a leg of lamb to trick it into tying it up, otherwise it will not be long before it will be taken away and turned into dog broth." ”

said that he was going to take the opportunity to masturbate, but he was accurately dodged by the crescent moon.

Chen Xuehan was a little embarrassed, and stuffed the chain into Zhang Qixun's hand, "The dog is quite familiar with you, it seems that you should be its owner's friend, so take it away." ”

Zhang Qixun glanced at him, and said in his heart that this person looked cold, why did he speak so densely.

It seems that he is not interested in the things around him, but that he does not appear to be interested in things, and this is why he gradually becomes a Buddha.

"The owner of the crescent moon has been looking for a lama temple around here, are you the same?" Chen Xuehan asked.

Zhang Qixun nodded lightly and led the dog back to look at the painting.

Standing in front of the painting, in Chen Xuehan's eyes, this somewhat strange person exudes an indifferent and peaceful atmosphere.

Chen Xuehan felt it from the time of the conversation just now, the other party seemed to be looking for him just to go through the motions, as if there was nothing worthy of being put in his eyes, although he also said a few words, but the other party's eyes were really cold.

Like the crystal cold frost on the surface of the golden scale tiles on the eaves of the Jila Temple in winter, the sun will turn into a hazy fog, and the tiny water droplets are reflecting the sunlight, and the tiles below are also blocked, making it impossible to see.

After a long time, when the sunlight is stronger, the fog will evaporate.

Chen Xuehan always felt that such oppressive eyes should not appear on such a white and soothing face, which would make him feel a little awkward, and he unconsciously explained more.

But when the man turned to look at the painting on the wall, the aura in his eyes softened significantly.

"Do you know the man on this painting?" Chen Xuehan also walked over and asked, "What is your relationship with him?" ”

"Relatives and friends." Zhang Qi searched.

Chen Xuehan sighed, it turned out to be a relative, no wonder this person's temperament is a little similar to the person in the painting, but he is extremely indifferent.

It's not like the one ten years ago, although it's careless, but it doesn't give people too much of a sense of distance.

However, Chen Xuehan felt that the person in front of him seemed to be more real.

Chen Xuehan was a scout in his early years, and he was particularly sensitive to the aura that a person inadvertently revealed, although there was almost no difference in his face, he always felt that the person ten years ago was a bit fake.

"Are you here to find his whereabouts? Then you probably can't find too much, I painted this painting 20 years ago, you go up the mountain to find the lamas there, they should know in detail, I copied this painting in the lama temple. Chen Xue said coldly.

Zhang Qixun gave him a little look, "Can you tell me in detail?" ”

Chen Xuehan nodded, he used to be very curious about the people in the painting, and he was actually a little curious about the second of the three destined people who found this painting ten years later.

"This person in the painting should be a guest of honor in the lama temple, I have not seen this person with my own eyes, that winter, the snow closed the mountain, I lived in the temple for a long time, he arrived later than me, and lived for a long time, but we did not live in the same place."

The little brother in the painting suddenly appeared at the entrance of the temple on a day when the mountain was covered with heavy snow, as if he had come out of thin air in the white snow on Mt. Karinji.

The little brother has been living next to the meditation room of the Deren Lama, which is where the big lama lives, and ordinary guests will not let him go unless necessary.

Chen Xuehan saw the oil painting in the house of the Naruhito Lama when he went to say goodbye to the Great Lama after the snow had cleared.

That special guest had already left early when the snow had just melted, three days after the original painting was created.

Strangely, however, at that time, Lama Naruhito insisted that he copy the painting.

"Why?" Zhang Qi asked.

Chen Xuehan shook his head, "I didn't ask, the lama can see cause and effect, he asked me to paint, I painted, no why, he can see everything after this painting, I can't see it." ”

"However, Lama Naruren said something at the time, he said, 'All causes arise because of this,' and I couldn't understand the meaning at that time, so I went to consult the teacher, but the teacher didn't answer me, only said that this painting would meet three destined people."

"Ten years ago, that person came to find a guide to go up the snowy mountain, he accidentally saw this painting, and your reaction was similar, and he also asked about the origin of the painting, so I took him there."

"Ten years later, as soon as we met today, I knew it was you."

Zhang Qi Xun Xin said what kind of calf this guy is talking about, pretending to be so unfathomable, he clearly ignored him at the beginning, and only when he heard the words "Master Naruhito" did he look at it.

Our little brother's fate is worth three hundred yuan?

"Take me up the mountain." Zhang Qixun said simply.

Now he can be sure that A-Ning either feels the danger and hides, or is locked up under house arrest, and the second possibility is even more likely, otherwise she will not release the crescent moon to report the news.

"Okay." Chen Xuehan said no more.

The two of them and a dog stepped on the broken snow and walked to the bottom of the snow-covered mountain steps.

Looking up, the steps are very steep, almost straight up and down, and the steps are completely covered in snow, with only a path for one person to sweep in the middle.

The stone steps are not very smooth, that is, the large and small stones that can be seen everywhere on the mountain are put together, and you can feel a slight shaking when you step on it, but it will not make people fall down.

The crescent moon was a little afraid of heights, and after walking out of more than ten meters, there was a resistance reaction, the tail that was originally gently swinging hung down and straightened, and the dog's head rubbed against Zhang Qixun's leg tightly, and from time to time it bit Zhang Qixun's trouser leg to try to stop him from continuing to go up.

Zhang Qixun not only had to climb the mountain, but also had to prevent himself from accidentally kicking the head of the dog in the crescent moon, and it was a little difficult to walk.

He reluctantly stopped, squatted on the stone steps and touched the crescent moon comfortingly, and asked Chen Xuehan, "How did its owner take it away last time?" ”

Chen Xuehan gloated a little, "Its owner never took it up the mountain at all." ”

Thanks to the [Jinyu] boss for the reward, compare the heart.