She smiled, her eyes turned into crescent moons, and said, "Okay, I like to travel and make friends. I'm easy to talk to. You can also call me Zhuzhu."
Before I could say anything, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my feet.
Xiaoxuan bit a chopstick and looked at me sideways. She stepped on me hard under the table.
I quickly said: "Miss Zhu, eat vegetables, eat vegetables. There is so much left. If you don't eat it, it will be wasted."
She smiled, not politely, stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the yellow jelly placed in front of her head.
The boss was also smiling.
But suddenly, I don’t know what happened, but I saw the smile on the boss’s face slowly disappear.
"Zhuzhu!"
"How did you get a meal here! I thought you went somewhere else and made me have a hard time!"
"These are..."
The speaker was a young man, about the same height as me, with tanned skin, short hair, bright eyes, and he looked very energetic.
"Oh, cousin, they are friends I just met. Well, they even invited me to dinner. I still don't know what your names are?"
I said my name was Xiang Feng, and of course the others gave me pseudonyms.
"Hello, Zhao Zhiping, I am cousin Zhuzhu."
"Don't eat Zhuzhu. Didn't you watch the beginning? The big thangka has been carried out. Let's go. We still need to take pictures."
He thanked me again for the meal, and the two of them left together.
Dou Sprout was so full of food that he couldn't talk. Brother Yu didn't eat chili and was filling his own small bowl with beef porridge. Xiaoxuan whispered in my ear: "Do you still care about me? Is she prettier than me? Don't think too much about it."
, this person is talking to you just to save you."
I said of course I know, she is not as good-looking as you, and you are the most beautiful.
"Yunfeng, have you finished eating? Come out for a moment."
When I came out of the house, I saw that the villagers had raised a giant thangka. It was visually estimated to be at least five meters high and five meters wide. It was supported by a row of sticks. The painting should be Green Tara, and the whole body was painted with
It is hand-painted with mineral pigments and is very shocking to see.
When the wind blows, the giant thangka makes a chirping sound, and the green Tara's eyebrows and eyes in mid-air are lifelike and flutter in the wind, as if she has come to life.
Seeing this scene, many Tibetans knelt down.
They held small thangkas, raised their hands above their heads, and worshiped devoutly.
When the sun shines down, it’s really a wonderful scene of thousands of people kneeling to Tara.
I saw Fu Zhu not far away. She was holding a small SLR camera and was concentrating on taking pictures. Her cousin named Zhao Zhiping was also taking pictures.
"Yunfeng, didn't you see?"
"What do you see?"
He looked at Fu Zhu not far away and said, "This girl is not a doctor..."
"Ah? Boss, how do you know she's not a doctor? Ren Gang saved me?"
He raised his head and frowned and said, "Saving you means saving you. These are two different things. Just now, when she reached out to pick up vegetables, I noticed that her index finger and middle finger were exactly the same length."
The fingers are the same length? I really didn't notice this.
I asked the boss what that meant?
The head said: "It means that she is not a doctor, she is a thief and a professional pickpocket."
"Little... thief?! Professional pickpocket! Head! How is that possible!"
"How is it impossible?"
He said coldly: "In the past, girls like this would be trained when they were five or six years old. They would use a file to grind the skin and flesh of their two fingers into the same length. I have seen little quick hands.
Lou’s fingers look like this too.”
"I don't understand. Even if you are a thief, why do you want to shorten your fingers?"
He turned his head towards me, stretched out his fingers and said: "Plain your middle finger flat, so that it is even with the index finger. In this way, the two fingers will be the same length, making it easy to steal, just like chopsticks. If the chopsticks are long or short, it will be inconvenient to use."
.”
Just then, I heard someone shouting: "It's coming, it's coming! Thangka is coming out!"
It was the giant thangka from the Tang Dynasty that Lao Zhang was talking about, which was carried out by a group of people.
"Give way! Give way, everyone!"
My head and I looked at it.
Fuzhu and her cousin in the crowd were seen snapping pictures at the giant thangka being carried out. Then they put down their cameras and looked at each other.
Fu Zhu slowly stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth.
