The blue-haired Ling Haoran immediately said that he had been to the Tibetan Plateau and would not have altitude sickness, so he asked Liu Hanyan and the aunt to buy it for the two of them.

He doesn't eat it!

And he couldn't have had any altitude sickness. No matter how high he is, he can go, what is this altitude of more than 4,000 meters!

After purchasing, everyone opened the Rhodiola rosea, a drug for preventing altitude sickness, and saw that since it was produced in the medicine city under the jurisdiction of Jingnan, they didn't feel wronged. They chirped and said that they had known this, and they brought it from home to save it from being so expensive. But at this point, I can only admit it.

After everyone has eaten Rhodiola oral liquid, the tour bus detours up the winding mountain road, and finally enters a cloud mist, where the visibility is very low, so it is impossible to see the mysterious appearance of the snow peak at the observation deck, but at the highest point, you can see a corner of the snow ice field exposed in the clouds from time to time.

It's just that the air conditioner is on in the car, so I don't feel particularly cold. Soon, the tour bus descended the mountain, leaving the peak behind.

Probably feeling bored, the polite boy with black-rimmed glasses suddenly asked Director Mei: "By the way, Director Mei, last time you said that Chengdu has first-class snacks, second-rate airports, and fourth-rate beauties, what are the third-rate ones?"

"Oh, a third-rate hot pot. Wearing a red hip-length down jacket, Director Mei, who looked even longer and shorter, said with a smile.

"Why is the hot pot third-rate? Isn't the Sichuan hot pot famous?" the boy asked puzzled, "The airport is not very special, but it is called second-rate." ”

"It's true that Shuangliu Airport is not very good, but isn't 'Shuangliu' just 'second-rate'?" Director Mei smiled and asked with a smart wink, "At the same time, Sichuan's hot pot is famous all over the world and is famous for its spicy. Eating spicy hot pot, you will sweat, tears, and snot, so it is jokingly called 'third-rate'. ”

"I see. The black-rimmed glasses touched the back of his head.

Many tourists in the car also laughed and decided that after returning to Chengdu tomorrow, they must eat an authentic hot pot and experience the feeling of 'third-rate', so that the trip is not in vain.

Since the Huanglong scenic spot is a 4,200-meter mountain road (not an altitude, it refers to a winding mountain road), Mei Daojian yì everyone took the cable car up and down, and then walked down.

However, because the karst terrain near the scenic spot is not conducive to the construction of cable cars, there are 2,000 meters of gentle mountain road and 600 meters of mountain road from Huanglong Wucai Pond.

The cable car is always open, and it will not stop and wait for people to go up, so when you get on the cable car, you must step up quickly, otherwise, the cable car will go unceremoniously on its own.

Because the speed was okay, there were five people on Liu Hanyan's cable car, and a middle-aged couple was opposite them. And this cable car can carry up to six people. If the speed is slow, it is estimated that you can only go up to two or three.

Because seeing the white snow peaks in front of him, Liu Hanyan felt a little cold from the heart, so he snuggled weakly in the arms of the blue-haired Ling Haoran, and slowly glided towards the top of the mountain with the undulating cable car.

The blue-haired Ling Haoran hugged her tenderly, just like hugging his own life.

Liu Hanyan felt that this moment was particularly warm, beautiful and natural, even if there were outsiders in the cable car, she didn't feel shy.

Walking down the cable car, you will be in a piece of ice and snow, full of silver, mountain dancing silver snakes, it looks particularly holy and beautiful.

Liu Hanyan held the hand warmer bought from the shop at the entrance of the mountain attraction in one hand, and held the arm of the blue-haired Ling Haoran in the other, and walked along the wooden plank road in the tall and straight forest decorated with jade tree branches.

Most of the wooden boardwalks are built on one side of the mountain and facing the valley on the other, and after that, there are not many people walking through the forest. Because he is wearing tourist shoes, Liu Hanyan's feet are flat, even if he goes down the stairs, there is no problem.

Although it was already early afternoon, the tourists walked cautiously in the middle of the road, still not daring to walk on the edge of the wooden plank road, for fear of stepping on the thin ice that had not melted and slipping.

Among the sparse tourists all the way, Liu Hanyan and blue-haired Ling Haoran came to the first scenic spot, Wanglongping.

Standing on Wanglongping, you can overlook the wonder of this Muni ditch: the rock at the bottom of the ditch is crystal smooth and yellow, similar to the stalactites in the limestone karst cave. The rocks are undulating, winding along the ravine, like a yellow dragon circling upward.

Leaving Wanglongping and continuing to move forward, Liu Hanyan saw two porters along the way, one carrying two bags of cement, and the other carrying a dozen boxes of instant noodles with a large sleepiness.

It's hard to breathe when you walk fast at such a high place, and it's a chore to carry things!

Liu Hanyan couldn't help but think that tourists only think that the scenery is beautiful and charming, but have they ever seen what is behind the scenery?

"You don't have to worry about this. The blue-haired Ling Haoran gently pinched the tip of her little nose that was frozen red, "You just need to watch the scenery with peace of mind." ”

"Don't pinch my nose! Liu Hanyan pouted and patted his hand with disgust.

Good guys, they don't even have gloves, they just keep it warm in their pockets!

"Really? I'll cover it for you. The blue-haired Ling Haoran said playfully, gently covering her small nose with her palm.

"No. Liu Hanyan felt weird, itchy, and pushed his hand away coquettishly, "So many people see it, aren't you embarrassed?"

"I'm not embarrassed. The blue-haired Ling Haoran hooked his lips seductively, and then reached out to wrap his arms around her shoulder, "Let's go like this, be warm." ”

"No, I'm getting hot. Liu Hanyan pursed her pink lips in protest.

"Protests are ineffective. The blue-haired Ling Haoran smiled heartily. For a while, the sun was dimmed, and the sky and the earth were pale......

There are also scenic service stations on both sides of the wooden plank road in Huanglong, which not only have toilets, but also provide oxygen inhalation services for tourists who lack oxygen. Of course, those who need oxygen are usually elderly or unwell.

The 2000-meter gentle mountain road is easy to walk, but the 600-meter mountaineering road is difficult to walk, because it is getting higher and higher, and there is a feeling of not being able to breathe when walking a little faster, so Liu Hanyan had to slow down.

Sometimes, the blue-haired Ling Haoran stood on the side of the road with her to take a breath.

Finally, in the fine snow, they finally came to the five-colored sea. The five-color sea is also known as the colorful pool.

It's amazing to look at, the colors of the water here are a combination of various blues, and each pool is not large, and it spreads down in layers. Colorful and peculiar, with the change of clouds and sunshine, the sea water also changes into light blue, dark blue, emerald blue, turquoise, red, light purple and other colors.

Tourists also didn't care about the falling snow, and everyone grabbed the advantageous terrain and began to take pictures.

Perhaps the tourists were too enthusiastic, too excited, and the fine snow quickly stopped in fright.

When he turned to the highest terrain, Liu Hanyan knew that it was best to take pictures here, and he could take a full picture of the entire five-color sea. So, there was another "click, click" and a sharp beat. Of course, she and the blue-haired Ling Haoran snuggled happily and waved for a group photo.

On the way down the mountain, you will pass by the Zhuan Sutra Temple, which is not manned by monks. Prayer wheels the size of buckets hang in the corridors around the temple, and the prayer wheels on the left and right sides of the temple gate are particularly large, larger than the wooden barrels used by ancient women to bathe. It's really fascinating!

Liu Hanyan curiously followed several female tourists from the Jingnan group to push and turn all the large and small prayer wheels.

The blue-haired Ling Haoran followed her dotingly, and took several photos of mischievous, solemn or pious along the way.

"Are you tired?" took a good photo, the blue-haired Ling Haoran grabbed Liu Hanyan's slender waist with one hand, and asked with concern with the other hand on the somewhat messy bangs on her forehead, "Why don't you take a break?"

"It's fine. Liu Hanyan smiled brightly and helped him straighten the collar of his down jacket that was brought up by the digital camera, "It's easy to go down the mountain." ”

"Slow down, don't be bouncing all the time, what if one of you doesn't pay attention to the fall?" he told as he rubbed her head tenderly.

"I see. Of course, Liu Hanyan understood what he was worried about, but his face turned red, and he pouted, "I'm not a three-year-old child." Saying that, he naughtily pushed him away, and ran towards the downhill road in front of the Zhuan Jing Temple.

Next are two or three inverted terraced Haizi of different colors, inlaid beside the plank road like a small jasper, and shining like a pearl in the arms of the Yellow Dragon.

In a sightseeing pavilion in the lower half of Muni Ditch, you can look up at the majestic body of Huanglong, stand in the eaves pavilion that goes deep into the belly of the ditch, open your arms to take pictures, as if hugging a small piece of Huanglong's strong and stumbling body, and as if you are riding on Huanglong's body, wanting to go away from the wind...... The photos are very beautiful and the artistic conception is also very charming.

Later, there are two waterfalls on the downhill road, but they are very small, and most tourists will take pictures according to the camera, and for the tourists who have seen the Pearl Beach Waterfall and the Nuorilang Waterfall, they don't care about it at all.

When Liu Hanyan and the blue-haired Ling Haoran came to the bottom of the mountain hand in hand, the journey of the Yellow Dragon was over.

The group members in Jingnan all felt that after seeing Jiuzhaigou and coming here again, they were not very interested. I feel that Huanglong is not as good as Jiuzhaigou except for the five-color sea (that is, the five-color pool). However, on the way back, there was a small village that aroused everyone's interest.

In the twilight, Mei Dao pointed to the village and said: "The customs here are more special: women can marry several husbands at the same time. Often, it is a family of brothers who marry a wife, and then no matter whose child it is, they continue to be brothers, and maybe they will marry the same wife in the future. ”

"It is said that this is because it used to be very poor and it was difficult to divide the property. Then, if the brothers marry the same wife, they don't have to divide the family. The distribution of wives is as follows: if there are three brothers in the family, the eldest is at home in the first year, the second and third are at home, the second is at home, the third is outside to graze, and the third is at home, and the eldest and second are out to graze. It is said that such a family is harmonious and prosperous. ”

"And now, does this custom still exist?" someone immediately asked curiously.

"There is still zài. Director Mei nodded affirmatively.