Through gestures, this Tibetan girl expressed to Mustache that she remembered many things. She remembered their first meeting in Barkhor Street, Lhasa, she remembered their adventures in Gedanli, she remembered Nuo Tuots, and she remembered Mulacso.
These memories were just a very vague impression in her mind, but she tried her best to show that she had not forgotten it. She really had an invisible closeness and trust to Mustache. She told what happened not long ago in her own unique way.
In one scene, her eyes were pure and peaceful. She seemed to vaguely remember that a Tibetan knife flashing with cold light pierced her heart.
"I haven't forgotten." The girl gestured, then picked up a stone and wrote the name of Mustache on the stone ground in front of her.
She wrote very seriously, and the name of the mustache was a bit complicated to write. For a girl who had gone through a nightmare-like change, everything in her mind was blurred, but she still clearly remembered the name Xiang Tengxiao.
Mustache couldn't help but stare at the Tibetan girl in front of him. No one had ever told her about the past, but she had not forgotten it. Mustache even briefly had an unprecedented hallucination. He felt that the face fluttering in front of him was a special one.
Sang Meiduo's, he couldn't tell the difference clearly.
The Tibetan girl looked at the mustache. There was a natural tranquility in her eyes. Through this gaze, it seemed that she could see an unrendered landscape and countryside. She pointed at herself, and then wrote on the ground one stroke at a time.
Xia Jia Luorong these three words.
This quiet, beautiful, silent Tibetan girl is called Jialuorong.
There was nothing else in Mustache's eyes, it was a kind of temporary emptiness. After Jialuorong completed these gestures, she became quiet again. She and Mustache sat face to face, without saying a word, but there was always a look in her eyes.
There is a kind of attachment that breaks through common sense.
Mustache thought for a long time, picked up Gesang Meiduo's body, and walked slowly outside the cave. Even if he could no longer accept the fact, it was the fact after all. He chose a clean and flat place and put her down. Lao Zhao and
Duoji knew what he was going to do and did not interfere. Only Jia Luorong stood by the entrance of the cave and looked at him.
When it's time for a person or thing to pass away, no one can stop it. Kelsang Medo's body slowly burned, and the firelight illuminated the surrounding darkness.
Mustache looked back and saw Jia Luorong standing over there. What Lao Zhao said before was finally confirmed. Mustache was rarely confused. He didn't know how to treat this young and quiet girl. How to treat her?
Mustache couldn't do it to become a stranger, because she obviously carried the aura of Kelsang Medo, but suddenly he could see her as Kelsang Medo, and Mustache couldn't do it either.
Gesang Meiduo's body was burning, and Jia Luorong's quiet eyes finally showed a subtle wave. She was very young and looked very weak. She could not resist everything in this world. In a sense,
Speaking of which, she watched Gesang Medo's body being swallowed up by the flames bit by bit, and it felt like she was watching herself being burned to ashes bit by bit.
What has to pass will always pass. In the end, the wheat-skinned woman completely disappeared from this world, leaving only a piece of burned ashes. Mustache collected all the ashes little by little, and he held these ashes.
When he was walking, a feeling of confusion arose spontaneously. He seemed to see Gesang Medo walking from a distance with a red apple and a smile. She left her body on the plateau and her heart.
Got a man named Xiang Tengxiao.
Mustache walked back to the cave and didn't speak to the other three people. He fell asleep and slept hard, as if he wanted to completely clean out those things that should not be kept in his heart from his sleep.
This was the longest sleep that Mustache had had in a long, long time, and he slept very deeply. About ten hours later, he woke up. When he woke up, the blur in his vision turned into clear vision, and Jia immediately appeared.
Luo Rong's shadow, she was sitting next to him, as if she had never moved or left.
Jialuorong gestured gently. The gestures were very complicated, but Xiaozhu seemed to know what she was saying immediately. She asked Xiaozhu if he had slept well.
"Xiao Xiang, time is running out. I have been delayed for so long. I have to go back." Lao Zhao slipped over and said, "I could have explained the matter in detail and we would make a more feasible plan, but after all this
It's probably too late, I can't delay any longer, otherwise the army and the Germans will be suspicious, so let's make a long story short."
As he said that, Lao Zhao spread out a map. The map was hand-drawn, but very accurate. Mustache looked at it and saw that it should be a local map starting from Mulacso. According to the scale of the map, the map
The area covered extends from Mulacso to the northwest for a total of more than 600 kilometers.
"I really can't find out what information the Germans got from the leather scroll, but their advance team set off half a month ago, and their destination is here." Lao Zhao pointed to a point near the edge of the map and said
: "The follow-up team will leave soon."
Mustache looked at the map, and there was always a familiar feeling. He thought for a moment, and then took out the ancient elephant map given by Wu Si Zang. He had a copy in his hand. The original was with Jinpu Awang, but the copy
There is no problem with the accuracy of this book. The geographical trend of mountains and rivers in the ancient elephant map is almost the same as that of Lao Zhao. Although the map is blurred, Mustache can immediately see that the location that Lao Zhao is pointing to is actually the ancient elephant map.
A vague point to the west of Mulacso on the male map.
"This is a migration route, from east to southwest, and then from southwest to northwest." Old Zhao said: "I can tell you for sure now that the source information of the Germans was obtained from a confidential document in the ruins of the war.
Arrived. What is going on at the next destination? I don’t know yet, and the Germans didn’t explain what will be there. Written information? Physical objects? Metal strips? It’s all possible.”
Lao Zhao's plan is to let Xiaohui rush over first, and then search it as unobtrusively as possible. If something valuable is found, take it away first. There is a second step in his plan. If Xiaohui can't
If you take the lead, then Lao Zhao will do tricks in the German team, hide some things that may be discovered, and then take them away with Mustache.
"Have you figured out what's in that metal box?"
"I don't think even the Army knows about this issue. He and I are both part-time workers." Old Zhao said: "But this time we must have unearthed something related to the prophecy of the end of the world from the leather scroll."
Mustache had doubted that the Germans valued the metal box so much and regarded it as the ultimate goal of this operation. So, could the box contained in it be a sacred instrument called by the ancient religion? According to the clues obtained before.
Look, the sacred vessels enshrined in this ancient religion were first in charge of all the believers. At that time, they were not divided. They worshiped the same god and listened to the instructions of the great Lut. After that, the sacred vessels were divided among the believers.
He was taken away, disappeared for a long time, and then appeared in Xiangxiong. After that, the whereabouts of the sacred artifact became a mystery.
"Let's finalize this for now. When this operation is over, I will leave you a hint and agree on a time and place to meet based on the specific situation at that time. I'll leave first." Lao Zhao stood up and turned around to ask.
When I left, I felt a little worried: "Xiao Xiang, are you okay?"
"I am fine."
"That's good, that's good." Old Zhao grinned before leaving: "The girl is very charming, you have to take good care of her."
At this time, Duoji was also wrapped in a big robe and chattering. He said that the eight-anise black bug was difficult to cultivate and there was only one. If something unexpected happened next time, there was nothing he could do.
Lao Zhao and Duoji quickly disappeared into the mountains. After they left, Xiaohui and Jialuorong stayed for about an hour before leaving the cave. An hour was short, but Xiaohui seemed to have experienced a century of precipitation.
He was much calmer, but the handful of Kelsang Meiduo's ashes was beating slightly like a heart.
He wanted to go back the same way immediately to see if the car he left outside the mountain could still be driven, but Jia Luorong behind him hesitated and gently pulled him.
Jialuorong gestured to Xiaohu and said that she wanted to take a look at a place for the last time.
She put on a mustache and started walking in the opposite direction. She was not in good health, but she walked very fast. There were many mountains here, but the altitude was not high. They walked for about dozens of miles, and a mountainous area stretched out to the east.
The narrow flat land spread out, and the sparse grass on the plateau had begun to turn yellow. It was obvious that Jialuorong could not walk, but he still persisted. They walked along this narrow flat land for another ten miles.
The sunlight at dusk did not have much temperature, leaving only a golden color, shining on a piece of grassland behind a hill. The grass was yellow and desolate like a desert.
Jia Luorong stopped at the top of the hill. Her chest kept rising and falling. The continuous running made her almost fall down, but there was a kind of tenacity in her weak body that ordinary people could not imagine.
This grassland is precious to some herdsmen. They can feed livestock, milk cows, shear wool, and exchange these things for the needs of their family. They live on livestock and grassland.
On the grass under the setting sun, there is a thin and lonely figure. She is a woman. She may not be very old, but she has been bent down by the cruel life and has wrinkles on her face, making her look like she has already walked.
The dusk of life.
She is a blind person, groping and sitting on a small wooden stool, and slowly milking the cow. The animal is very thin, and the milk is thin. She milks it very slowly. The movement is a kind of machinery accumulated over many years, which makes people feel like if
She died suddenly, but she still maintained the milking action for a long, long time.