"Why did you come here in the middle of the night? You scared me just now. I thought you were a lonely ghost."
She obviously didn't understand what I was saying, so she was gibbering to explain, but the damn thing was, I couldn't understand what she was saying either.
I asked why a little white dot was flashing and flashing just now.
It turned out that her headlamp was broken. She was walking halfway up the mountain with her headlamp, and it turned on and off.
She is very beautiful, and I like her, so I am willing to listen to her speak Tibetan that I don’t understand.
I saw that there were a lot of things like jujube cores in the backpack, and many of them also had leaves. I roughly understood that she came to the mountains at night to collect medicine. I didn’t know what this medicine was at first, but later I learned that it was from Sichuan.
A kind of medicine produced by the company is called "Psoralen". October is the best picking period every year. Its main function is to treat some minor ailments of physical weakness.
"Your headlight is broken?" I pointed at her head and said.
She understood and nodded.
"You don't have a light, are you scared?"
She nodded.
"Then you come with me? OK?"
"I happened to be out of the mountains and had something to do, so I took you out by the way. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to see the road without the lights. I wonder if there are any dirty things in the mountains."
She looked at me doubtfully, obviously not understanding.
I directly grabbed her arm and took her with me.
Because she knew that I was a friend of the tribe, she did not resist me.
On the way, I looked back at her, and the more I looked at her, the more beautiful she became. This is the excellent gene of ethnic minorities. She does not apply makeup or any cosmetics, and her beautiful face is carefully crafted and natural.
If this was done with makeup, it would definitely be amazing, killing 95% of the female stars on TV in an instant.
The fear I felt just now was completely forgotten in an instant.
Because I heard that some Tibetans can speak English, I asked her with a smile: "Do I have an inside story?"
I didn’t expect that she could really understand it!
She said: "Tukhaki."
This should mean "thank you".
I also want to speak in English, but I don’t know much about other languages.
"Me! Buy the inside story! Xiang Yunfeng."
She was carrying a bamboo basket, looked at me and burst into laughter, then quickly covered her mouth with her hands.
"how old are you?"
"Are you nineteen? I am twenty this year, I can be your brother."
"Do you want to leave the Sherpa tribe one day and go see the outside world? If you want to go to a big city, I can take you there. I have been to many places and I know everything."
I don’t know if she understood it or not, but she just smiled and shook her head at me.
Judging from the wild woman named Zami Wang’s sister, the marriage customs of the Sherpa tribe are very open. Women can get pregnant before marriage, and they may also marry several husbands at the same time.
When I think of this and look at her, I feel very uncomfortable. I don't want her to be like that, not at all.
I, Xiang Yunfeng, am not a monk. How can I not miss women at the age of twenty?
Xiaoxuan is too familiar to me, just like a biological sister. The saying that rabbits don’t eat grass beside their nests makes sense.
I have never faced up to my relationship problems before.
Li Jing, Boss Bai, Little Chicken Feet, Ye Zi, Xiaomei, none of them are bad, but I don't have that heart-beating feeling towards them. Another thing is that I am very afraid of trouble.
No matter whether a man has money or not, he must have self-control. If he doesn't have self-control, he will be finished sooner or later. In terms of relationships, I admire Tian Sanjiu very much. He has strict self-restraint on himself. Except for Luo Kashan, she
I won't look at another woman for a second time.
The moment I took her hand, I felt very strong.
The spring in my head has flown away, but the spring in my little head is coming.
