There is also a large incense burner at the corner of Barkhor Street, which is filled with the smell of burning pine and cypress branches.
Everyone was hungry when we got here, so we found a Sichuan restaurant on the street.
As the taxi driver said before, Sichuan restaurants can be found everywhere in Tibet, and the Sichuan cuisine cooked by the boss is also very authentic. Unlike many Sichuan restaurants in other areas that need to cater to the tastes of locals, how much chili should be added to the Sichuan cuisine here?
and Sichuan peppercorns, the chef was absolutely unambiguous, and the dish he served was so red that it made people appetizing just by looking at it.
Everyone ate happily - except the beans.
This is a young programmer from Shanghai. He is young not because he is only 26 years old, but because his hair is still very thick.
In an industry where productivity represents technology, his hairline shows that he is still a newbie in the programmer industry... His secret is that he can work overtime without working overtime, and he will definitely travel when he can have holidays.
He is five years older than Han Qi, but his footprints have spread all over the country, including Xi'an, Xijiang, Wuhan, and mountain cities.
Although he has been to so many places, he still can't get used to Sichuan food.
With a flushed face and rolling sweat, the right hand holding the chopsticks picked up a piece of fish, and the left hand held a piece of paper to wipe the sweat.
Hongchen felt a little sorry for this little brother and advised him: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Drink some soup. This preserved egg soup tastes pretty good."
"I just like to sweat when I eat, I'm fine, heh..."
He quickly finished most of the bottle of soy milk by himself.
We went to visit Ramoche Temple in the afternoon. When it was getting dark, Han Qi separated from them and took the car back to the hotel to get his guitar.
I didn't make any money yesterday, so I have to find a place to sing a few songs today.
He's a little excited now.
After visiting the Potala Palace, he felt an urgent desire to make money.
A small stone used for decoration in other people's houses can be sold for hundreds of thousands, but his whole body only costs a few thousand. This comparison made Han Qi Xianyu change his mentality... After all, he has a system, so there is no reason to do it.
So poor.
It has been so long since I got the system, but my personal funds are less than a small stone. Is this reasonable?
Make money and buy a house.
I don’t say whether hundreds of thousands of decorations can be placed in the house, but decoration is definitely necessary. A house costs money, and decoration also costs money. If you make a thousand yuan by singing a song, how long does it take to earn one thousand yuan by singing a song?
The money for a house.
And it’s impossible to get a thousand dollars all the time.
Han Qi's psychological expectation is 500 yuan. If it is less than 500 yuan, it means that he cannot make ends meet. After all, he spent more than 500 yuan today.
Han Qi has long been worried about where to sing.
Barkhor Street.
I came to Barkhor Street again with my guitar on my back. It was already dark. Barkhor Street at night was not as noisy and secular as it was during the day. It restored the tranquility and holiness it should have had. The patterns on the walls turned into very brilliant colors under the light.
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There are a lot fewer people, but it is still a good place for street performances.
Tibet is different from other provinces. There are very few people here at night, so Lhasa has the most tourists. In other cities, after dark, there are only a few people in the squares, and there are not many ghosts in other places.
Not seeing any other colleagues along the way, Han Qi was still a little panicked, mainly because she was worried that singing would not be allowed here.
He had already been kicked away outside the Potala Palace before, so Han Qi had to consider this issue in advance. After all, some places did not allow street performers to perform.
But when he thought about the money in his wallet, Han Qi suddenly became bolder.
If you don't make money, you will starve to death.
I don’t have much money to begin with, and I spent several hundred yuan on today’s trip. Now I only have a little over three thousand yuan. If I exclude the air ticket back to Tianfu, I only have two thousand yuan. Two thousand yuan is spent.
The Tibetan area is just enough for a few meals.
After finding a suitable place, Han Qi started singing.
………………
"Lili, I want to go back."
Liang Kou spent the whole day shopping with his best friend today, but didn't see any scenery. He just kept walking and walking. He didn't go in when he got to the Potala Palace. Now he got to the Jokhang Temple, and he didn't go in either. He just walked outside.
Walking aimlessly, to be honest, Liang Kou felt that he was very perseverant if he could persist until dark.
"Let's take a look again."
Anli's voice is very gentle and pleasant.
Liang Kou rolled his eyes, sighed and continued to accompany Anli.
She has traveled to dozens of cities with Anli... To be precise, the two of them were not traveling, but Anli wanted to find someone. As a friend, Liang Kou was worried about her safety, so he traveled together all the way.
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Who to look for?
Looking for Anli's boyfriend.
An Li stopped and said to Liang Kou: "Listen, someone is singing."
"I heard it, let's go in and have a look."
When Liang Kou heard the singing, she became energetic. She took Anli's hand and pushed towards the crowd not far away. She wanted to squeeze in to see if the singer was as handsome as she thought...
Because she thinks someone with such a nice voice must be very handsome.
Saw it.
Really handsome.
The singer was wearing an orange sweatshirt, looking down at the strings, his face...
So familiar!
Han Qi?
Liang Kou and An Li looked at each other knowingly, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes... The person singing was actually their roommate? This is too ridiculous, this roommate can sing so well.
"What's his name?" An Li suddenly asked.
"My name is Han Qi, Han in South Korea, Qi next to the word "王"." Liang Kou answered quickly, but immediately looked at his best friend warily, "This is not your boyfriend. We agreed that he is mine.
!!”
"I know not, I just asked casually, but I think you are thinking too much?"
"Humph, why don't you let me think about it?"
Liang Kou snorted and continued to look back at Han Qi singing, as if there were hearts in his eyes.
Anli looked around. There were tourists and locals in the crowd. What they had in common was that none of them spoke. Everyone was listening to the person in front of her singing. Occasionally, someone would come forward and put something in the guitar bag in front of the singer.
Input a banknote.
She searched in her bag, took out a twenty dollar bill and put it in her guitar bag.
As usual, Han Qi looked up to see what the person who rewarded him looked like, but found that the girl was actually the roommate he met last night. He searched among the crowd and found Liang Kou, who looked like a nymphomaniac.
Forehead……
He thought he was thick-skinned enough, but he was still a little embarrassed after seeing Liang Kou's expression.
As for what?
Fortunately, Han Qi has profound skills and did not disturb the breath of his singing for such reasons.
Three hours later, the audience changed one after another, but the two girls kept listening to the song and never left. Han Qi was tired. After singing the last song, she was ready to close the stall and go home, cleaning up her guitar bag.
