Baima Weiyang

"Sister, come! The highland barley wine in our Gesang Tavern is the best on the street." Wang Mu, the proprietress of the tavern, enthusiastically sat me down and poured me a bowl full of wine.

On the table are all inverted bell-shaped wooden bowls, open and turned over, with a round base underneath.There is varnish on the inside and outside of the wooden bowl, which contrasts with the gilded silver lace at the bottom, which is extraordinarily gorgeous and natural.

I picked up the wooden bowl, and before it reached my lips, a mellow aroma of wine overflowed. After I tasted it, it was sour and sweet, similar to the taste of beer, but more delicious.It really wasn't a lie, I said without hesitation, "Miss Boss, your wine here is really good!"

"Hehe, that's not true! All businessmen who come to Drepung Monastery to offer incense will stop here and have a drink." Wangmo patted me on the shoulder, laughed and filled me another bowl.I looked out the window and saw that the sky had already darkened. Counting the time, the two of them should have come by now.

"Dolma!" I was taken aback for a moment, and I really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived, so I hurriedly greeted Maggie Ami with a smile.She took two steps and suddenly looked towards the stairs. Ngawang Rinchen was coming down the stairs. Seeing that we were all there, she couldn't help smiling.

"Hey! You two!" I frowned and shook my head, "Just punish yourself with a drink."

"This is not allowed!" Maggie Ami objected, "I am not late, so there is no reason for self-punishment!" Ngawang Rinchen looked at me and said with a smile, "Dolma, I came down on time."

"No! You will be fined if you come late. I have been waiting for you for a long time!" I picked up the jug, filled two bowls, and squinted at them, "Here, drink! If you can't take a bowl, Then there will be no play in a while."

Maggie Ami shook her head unwillingly, but still reached out her hand. Ngawang Rinchen smiled helplessly and took it too.

Wangmo greeted us with bowl after bowl, not to make business, but because of the forthrightness of Tibetans.I ate half a plate of jerky and started drinking it hard.Maggie Ami's alcohol capacity is naturally good.Unexpectedly, Ngawang Rinchen also had a surprisingly good capacity for alcohol. He drank several bowls in a row without knowing the beating of his heart. Anyway, he didn't blush at all.It seems that today I have met my opponent.

The uncle at the next table saw that the people here are very good at drinking, so he couldn't help but praise us for not being ugly.His eyes were red from drinking, but he still walked on drunken steps, holding a wine jar, and poured wine for me all the way.Most Tibetans pour wine generously, and they have to pour one and one-third to fill the wine completely.Fortunately, everyone is natural by nature, and these are all indifferent.Drinking in a tavern is neither the host nor the guest, so naturally there is no need for the custom of toasting.For me, a foreigner, this is more comfortable.

After I took a sip, I felt my throat was scalded suddenly, and I coughed non-stop after choking it out... "Sister?" The uncle in front of me was also startled.Maggie Ami patted my back and asked with concern, "Dolma, are you okay?" I patted my chest, took a few deep breaths, and finally felt much better. I couldn't help asking, "Why is this wine so strong?" ?”

Ngawang Rinqin picked up the wooden bowl and smelled it, "This is Tibetan baijiu, of course it is much stronger than highland barley wine." He frowned and looked at me, "You'd better stop drinking it."

"How can I do that!" I snatched the wooden bowl, and saluted the uncle with a smile, "I have to drink the wine you poured!" bottom of the bowl...

"Okay! Good drinker!" There was a burst of applause in the tavern.

"Haha——" the uncle laughed heartily, and drank the wooden bowl in one gulp.After drinking several times in a row, I became a little drunk after a while.My head is so dizzy, my throat is hot, and I feel that the laughter in the tavern is buzzing in my eardrums.I sat back on the alder chair, rubbed my temples with my hands, and looked around, only to feel that there were many figures, and there were more and more Gesang flowers in the tavern.

"Have a cup of tea to sober up." Ngawang Rinchen lowered his body and handed me the wooden bowl. "Well, thank you." I held it up and took a sip, and the taste of the wine in my mouth finally faded.

"If you know how to drink, you can't drink like this." Ngawang Rinchen looked at me with some complaints.I smiled indifferently, and suddenly stared at the wooden bowl in my hand with a smile, and then I was stunned, "Ngawang Rinchen."

"What's wrong?" He lowered his eyes.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." I said blankly.He froze for a moment, and suddenly fell silent.Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, I couldn't help raising my head, but suddenly met his gaze.The pair of pupils were not as bright as usual, but were bottomlessly dark.Suddenly, a strange emotion flashed across his eyes.

I was startled, and stared blankly at him, "Ngawang Rinchen..."

He glanced at me silently, then suddenly turned his gaze away from him.I stared at his faint smile, and was about to say something when I suddenly heard a "bang".

There was a sudden silence in the tavern, and everyone's eyes were directed to the source of the sound.I turned my head and looked through the crowded heads, and saw three tall men surrounded by a square table in the center of the tavern.Looking at the clothes, they seem to be three Mongolians.The leading one was sitting, and the other two stood solemnly.His eyes turned to the square table. There was a magnificent knife lying on the tablecloth with strong colors, which looked very heavy. It should be the one that made the sound just now.

Wang Mu was also taken aback, but after all, he had been doing business for many years, so he quickly realized that he was busy trying to impress the people in the store, while he hurried over to say hello, "I wonder what this official needs?"

The leading Mongolian didn't lift his eyes, and said arrogantly, "Bring me the best liquor in your shop!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Mu responded repeatedly, and shouted inside, "Come on! Serve the white wine!" After speaking, he walked briskly back to the counter, carrying a tall copper wine jug, and his face was full of tears. With a smile on his face, "Keep drinking, everyone! This pot of highland barley wine Wangmo is the host!"

"Okay, the proprietress is very interesting! This wine is more fragrant than any pot!" The uncle at the next table stood up and took it, and poured wine for the guests at other tables... There was a burst of applause in the tavern, Slowly it returned to its previous excitement.

"My lord, here comes the baijiu you want!" The boy in the shop said loudly.

Not wanting to look again, I turned my gaze away, lowered my head and rubbed my temples, and drank another sip of butter tea to suppress the fire that burned my throat.

"Dolma..." Maggie Ami suddenly lowered her body and touched my elbow nervously.When I tilted my head, I saw her glance towards the middle of the tavern, and said in a low voice, "Those Mongolians..."

I froze and looked in that direction.Ngawang Rinchen also looked over upon hearing the sound.I hid behind him and vaguely saw the faces of those Mongolians. It turned out to be the three people who broke into the nunnery that day!I don't know if I noticed my gaze, but the Mongolian standing on the left glanced this way inadvertently. I was startled, and quickly shrank behind Ngawang Rinchen.

"What's wrong?" Ngawang Rinchen turned his head, seeing that I was a little flustered, he couldn't help but hesitate.He glanced sideways in the direction of the Mongols consciously, and stretched out his arms to hug me. The arms resting on my hairline almost completely covered my head, just blocking the sight of the three people.Ngawang Rinchen lowered his body and gave me a clear look, "Let's go."

"Yes." I looked up at him and nodded.

"Dolma..." Maggie Ami called me in a low voice.I was taken aback, and looked up to meet her bright eyes.She picked up the wooden bowl, saluted me, then drank it down, muttering, "Take care."

I stared at her silently for a few seconds, then nodded emphatically.

Ngawang Rinchen looked at us and urged, "Let's go!"

I suddenly buried my face in Ngawang Rinchen's arms again, and never looked into the center of the tavern. I just got up in a hurry, and vaguely caught a glimpse of the sitting Mongolian standing up with a knife in his hand.Seeing that we were leaving in a hurry, Wangmo didn't dare to stay, but just looked at us uneasily.

As soon as he walked out of the tavern, he heard a roar from inside, "Get out of the way!!" Then there was another sound of tables and chairs colliding.Ngawang Rinchen couldn't help pulling me to speed up the pace.The streets under Drepung Monastery are very narrow, and there are so many people on the street, we almost shuttled close to the crowd.

"Hurry up! There!!"

I looked back, and saw the three Mongolians bumping into the crowd, their eyes fixed on this direction.

"This way." Ngawang Rinchen put his arms around my shoulders and led me to a corner.I kept looking back and walking quickly.Suddenly, there was a sudden pain in the right arm, and there was a "bang", as if it had hit something.I lost my balance all of a sudden, but Ngawang Rinchen next to me helped me up in time.Gathering my mind, I looked up, but unexpectedly met a pair of cold black eyes...