Now the people in the living room were divided into three parts. Han Qi followed the Tibetan uncle and Li Xiaofeng to learn how to make tsampa. In the middle of the living room, there was an open space. The children of this family were playing with toy cars with Zhang Shuhao.
In the place where they had eaten before, mother and daughter had already put away the bowls on the table and were connecting something with needle and thread.
The aunt watched Zhang Shuhao playing games with his grandson for a long time and said: "Daughter, they are going to Lhasa by bike."
"oh."
"Lhasa is so far away that it's difficult to walk there by bicycle. But these two young men are quite good-looking."
His daughter-in-law couldn't help laughing and shrugged her shoulders.
The family does need a man, and the most important thing is that my son seems to like the man from Wanwan very much...
"Are you going to Lhasa?" she asked Zhang Shuhao.
"Yes!" Zhang Shuhao replied firmly. He must go to Lhasa for his brother.
"Cycling?"
"yes."
"Well... then this journey is not easy. You should pay attention to safety and be happy."
The child bit his toy revolver, watched his mother chatting with Zhang Shuhao, and said abruptly:
"She likes you."
The scene suddenly turned cold.
The woman was immersed in what she was doing, and Zhang Shuhao looked at her in a daze. This scene continued until Han Qi made the first tsampa in his life and showed it off to Zhang Shuhao.
"Look, I made this, do you want to try it?"
Li Xiaochuan also came over with the tsampa he made. They didn't hear the previous conversation, so they smiled and said to Zhang Shuhao:
"Man Wanwan, you will soon taste the master's craftsmanship. Just put this kind of tsampa in the oven and bake it to make tsampa biscuits. It's fragrant and crispy. I'll teach you how to make it. You can soak it later.
If you don't win a horse, it depends on this skill."
His accent is semi-common, with a dialect pronunciation characteristic of southern Yunnan, which sounds very cheerful.
At night, they slept on the sofa in the living room.
Their sofas are very big. Han Qi and Zhang Shuhao sleep on a very long sofa with a curve. Li Xiaochuan sleeps on the opposite side of the table. His sofa is smaller and difficult to stretch out, but it is still more comfortable than sleeping in a tent outside.
So soon he started snoring.
Han Qi played with his mobile phone and watched Zhang Shuhao wipe his thighs with lotion.
The skin on the left and right sides of his inner thighs was abraded. The initial blisters had burst long ago and looked very painful. Han Qi was worried that he would be like this too. He had been much more careful while riding in the past two days. He had just wiped it off.
After taking the medicine, the child ran out again and insisted on playing with Zhang Shuhao.
"I see you can't sleep tonight."
"Dawa has to go to school tomorrow and will go to bed soon."
Han Qi shook his head and put the phone under the pillow... Why is Zhang Shuhao so popular with children? Is it because he is introverted and likes to play with primary school students? He also likes children. He even bought him candy yesterday.
not understand.
Go to sleep. Go to bed.
I don't know how long it took, but Han Qi was half asleep when he saw Zhang Shuhao walking into the room with his sleeping child in his arms. This was normal, but soon Han Qi heard something.
"The sofa outside is not easy to sleep on. There is a bed here, so you can sleep here."
The voice was spoken very calmly and without deliberately lowering the volume. Of course Han Qi could hear it in the living room. He suddenly stopped feeling sleepy and opened his eyes to look at Zhang Shuhao standing at the door of someone else's room... Damn, there's this
Planting something good?
Thinking of this, Han Qi suddenly became alert.
Did I change color?
It's all because of Li Xiaochuan's dirty jokes along the way, which made me think wrong about everything I heard.
But Han Qi was curious about what Zhang Shuhao would choose. Sleeping on the bed actually didn't matter. It was good that the woman had a crush on Zhang Shuhao, but Han Qi really couldn't believe that something could happen in one night, not to mention that they had to leave tomorrow.
But if I really want to live here, it is possible that Zhang Shuhao will stay here in the future.
"It's not hard to sleep, thank you."
It's closed, he's closed.
Han Qi suddenly lost interest and went back to the sofa to lie down, feeling very sorry for his choice.
"Hey... idiot."
I went to bed, really slept, and I still have to ride a bike tomorrow.
the next day.
This is the sixth day of riding. They will start from Yanjing and climb over Hongla Snow Mountain all the way to Mangkang. This journey is not something that novices can ride in one day, so they have to be prepared to set up tents and sleep in the wild.
Prepare.
Early in the morning, Han Qi and Li Xiaochuan climbed to the roof and lay down to bask in the sun. The sun at this time was relatively mild, and they warmed their whole bodies to dispel the chill from last night.
Breakfast is of course tsampa biscuits made by Li Xiaochuan.
"Oh... delicious!"
Han Qi ate three tsampa biscuits in two mouthfuls.
"How did you make it? It tastes much better than eating it directly yesterday, and the original taste hasn't changed much."
"Is it delicious?" Li Xiaochuan laughed and took a few bites himself, "I will study it carefully when I go back. Maybe it will be the signature of my store in the future. Anyway, my hometown is very close to Tibet, and there are differences in eating habits.
It’s not that big.”
The female Tibetan stood on the second floor, throwing hay to the livestock on the first floor. Zhang Shuhao was sitting on the ladder from the first floor to the second floor, looking at the little child Dawa who was unwilling to go to school. His mother was throwing hay to feed the horses and shouting: "
Son, son, go to school soon!"
"I dont go!"
Han Qi ate biscuits and looked at the foot of the mountain and their small theater. All the worries in his heart disappeared.
What is said on the Internet is correct, this is a place that can purify the soul.
Although it is true that many Tibetans along the road have lost their faith and started to cheat money and block the road, but more Tibetans living in more remote places are still as simple and honest as they were more than ten years ago. This kind of silent love for strangers
Help has long since disappeared from the outside world.
Starting from the question of whether to help or not a few years ago, people in the city have become closer and closer, but their hearts have become farther and farther apart.
What Tibet can do is to reopen your gradually closed heart and make people believe that there are still good people in the world. When you ride for a day and are exhausted, someone will take you to their home to rest and give you sweet treats.
Highland barley tea, treat you to the local specialty.
This kind of warmth moved Han Qi as much as the support from his family.
It's a pity when can I get my father's support? Even if he sends a message now to say, 'Come back soon'.
I took out my phone and looked at it. There were only inquiries from friends on WeChat, but no messages from family members.
But it was late and they had to go.
The two climbed down to the roof.
When the uncle saw that they were leaving, he went back to the room and took three white khatas, and carefully tied them to the handles of their bicycles. The originally dirty bike had a pure white khata, and it really gave off a sense of sanctity.
I always feel like there is some power somewhere to protect me.
