Baima Weiyang

Standing in a daze for a long time, her eyes inadvertently glanced at Gesang Meiduo who was in the mud. The rosy petals were pressed out with juice marks, making her look more and more alluring.Clay-colored fragments were scattered among the roots and leaves of chamaejasma, and the sharp porcelain points seemed to pierce my heart.

He stared at it for a long while without realizing it, until he felt a tingling pain in his palm.I just came back to my senses.Slowly opening the palm, a few crescent-shaped red marks came into view.That handsome face suddenly flashed across my mind, and I flinched and hugged my arms.How long has it been since I felt this kind of feeling... To be entangled in love that goes deep into the bone marrow, and to be soberly aware of how outrageous it is...

Walking through the continuous fields alone, I didn't step on the bluestone road leading to the village until the sun was setting and the wilderness was covered with a layer of red.After cleaning the whole house inside and out, I helped my grandma cook in a daze.

I always feel that my heart is being suppressed by a huge rock, and my mind is very chaotic, but I can't think of anything other than heaviness.In the past, Zhidou Dunzhu's sharp mouth was gone, and he could only hear him rambling in his ears, but he couldn't hear the content clearly.

When I was eating, I almost threw the jerky into the buttered tea. Grandma reached out and squeezed my palm, thinking that I was not feeling well.I just shook my head, answering a little vaguely.She didn't ask any more questions, but Tashi Puncuo's eyes turned cold.

Knowing that this can no longer be the case, I tried my best to pull myself together.He held his breath until the dining table was cleared away, and there was no one in the room anymore.I sat down on the low wall, and only then dared to drink out all the aggrieved and hesitant in my heart...

The sky was slowly getting dark, and the mountains in the distance were shadowy, with a glimmer of light remaining.Looking up at the high sky, the moon and stars are sparse, and the overlapping clouds are inexplicably thick.The midsummer night wind slid across the face, but it was mixed with the coolness of autumn.

I opened the lid of the fiery red wine jar, and a strong scent of Tibetan baijiu wafted out.He raised his hand and tilted the wine jar, and the mellow wine "crashed..." hit the bottom of the black-brown bowl.He turned his back and took a sip, a hot burning sensation sank down his throat and into his stomach.

"Cough...cough cough!" I was so choked that my body trembled, and the wine shook out of the wooden bowl and spilled on my hands.I waved it, but I still couldn't get rid of the stickiness.The cool wind hit the face, but it couldn't reduce the heat in the stomach, but it made the heart twist even more.I simply threw away the wooden bowl, picked up the wine jar and poured it whole into my mouth.

"Gudong, Gudong..." came from his throat, and when he couldn't feel the coldness of the Tibetan baijiu in his mouth, the front of his clothes was already wet.I put down the wine jar, squinted my eyes, and the villages, fields, and mountains in the distance slowly blurred into one piece.

Dizzy in his head, he stood up suddenly, but his eyes were dark.Hurrying to hold on to the wall, he staggered and kicked down several wine jars.There was a messy crash of porcelain, and my heart jumped suddenly.But his consciousness was only awake for a moment, and the alcohol in his belly rushed to his forehead like a rage.

The feet are light and fluttering, but the legs are moving forward uncontrollably.I crossed the threshold with a stir, and when I stepped on the alder tree stairs, the wooden boards creaked and creaked.After staring blankly for two seconds, I suddenly felt that the stairs in front of me were slowly shaking. I was stunned, and my feet suddenly stepped on a step.

There was a pain in the sole of the foot, and I felt a shock in the chest.I hurriedly grabbed the armrest, feeling a burning pain in my stomach.My mouth was dry, and the stinky smell of alcohol rose up, making me feel sick to the point of throwing up.But after stopping at the stairs for a long time, I couldn't vomit anything.

It's so hot... I couldn't help stretching out my hands and tugging at the skirt of my clothes, and walked for a while panting, before I finished climbing the stairs.Feeling that the stamina of the Tibetan baijiu was picking up, I walked two quick steps in a daze, and kicked open the door of Tashi Pingcuo's room with a "boom".

The opposite window was half open, and a lot of wind blew in, instantly cooling me down a lot.Turning his gaze to the side, he suddenly saw a black figure sitting at the square table.I rubbed my eyelids and walked a few steps drunkenly, only then did I see Tashi Phuncuo staring at me with a serious face.His stern gaze swept over the wooden door that was creaking in the wind, and he frowned, "Did you miss it?"

"Ah?" The voice came into my ears, but it was burnt by the alcohol in my body, leaving only a "buzzing" roar, "What did you say?!" I stretched my neck and rushed towards Tashi Pingcuo staggeringly. He pounced on the ground but only touched the hard wooden table.My chin rested on the somewhat rough pulu tablecloth, and I opened the distance slightly, only to feel that the complicated patterns in front of me made my eyes dizzy.Turning his head and looking to both sides, he saw Tashi Pingcuo standing by the window, his face a bit blurred.

There was a burst of pain in my head, I reached out and rubbed my temples, but I still couldn't get rid of the dizziness.He simply half-lyed on the square table, rolled his eyes and looked towards the window, only then did he feel that his vision was much clearer.Pointing fingers in the direction of Tashi Phuncuo, it took me a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "You...why are you avoiding me?"

Tashi Pingcuo glanced at me indifferently, then turned his back and looked out the window.I don't know if I was stimulated by his attitude of turning a blind eye, I suddenly felt the anger in my chest "prickling" bursting out.

Standing up abruptly, unexpectedly, the momentum was too violent, and his knees bent straight into the short bench behind him.Ignoring the muffled "boom", I fixed my eyes on Tashi Puncuo's back.I rushed forward with a stride, and the fiery body temperature spread to my face along the white cocoon silk shirt. I was shivering from the heat, but my hands wrapped around Tashi Pingcuo's waist without hesitation.

"What do you want?" A cold voice came through his back, with a trace of suppressed anger.I tightened my arms and racked my brains.But after thinking about it, I couldn't remember what he asked.I was having a headache, but Tashi Puncuo suddenly turned around and pulled my arms away.

I was stunned for a moment, seeing him brushing my shoulder and walking over, I quickly turned around and grabbed his hand, "Hey, where are you going?!" Tashi Pingcuo paused, but let me hold his hand, "Close the door!" When the somewhat rough voice came, I was shocked.After thinking for two seconds, I slowly let go of his hand, "Oh."

The wooden door "squeaked" and then was thrown back to the door frame with a "bang".The wind outside the window suddenly froze, not a trace of it seeping in.I was so hot that I was panting again and again, and I reached out and grabbed the neckline.After waiting for a while, I suddenly felt a black shadow covering me.Looking up, Tashi Pingcuo was staring at me with frowned eyebrows, the butter lamp reflected on his black hair, and the red silk thread braided into the hair was clearly visible.

The eyeballs looked at him for a while, and I stretched out my hand to pull him over.I had no choice but to pull it a few times but couldn't move it, so I could only lean on it by myself.I pressed my forehead against his shoulder, and I closed my eyelids. The dryness in my eyes turned into a slight pain, which spread along the nerves.After a while, the thin shirt was soaked with large water stains from the salty tears.

The hazy drunkenness dissipated little by little, but the deep pain gradually became clearer along with it.All kinds of patience in the past turned into an irresistible momentum, which gushed out like magma.Trembling, I firmly grasped Tashi Puncuo's shoulders, and didn't dare to raise my head until those hot hands grabbed my waist in response.Reaching out to wipe away the tears on my face, I looked at the handsome side face, "Tashi Pingcuo, can you scold me?"

He paused when he heard the words, then lowered his head and looked at me fiercely, "Dawa Dolma, wake up, I'm not him!" He pushed me away as he spoke.Bound by this sudden force, I fell to the square table.The abdomen hit the edge of the table, but the pain was buffered by alcohol and made it a little numb.Clenching the tablecloth tightly with both hands, I slowly raised my body and said in a slight voice, "Just one, just scold, I beg you..."

"Dawa Zhuoma——" the shoulders were turned back suddenly, and Tashi Pingcuo's furious eyes were fixed on me, "Don't forget me when you wake up, you are the one who provoked me first!!" When I fell, a clear breath surrounded me in an instant.Before he could react, a violent rubbing pain came from his lips.I passively endured his affection, his pain... like an electric current ran through my heart, stirring up countless memories of the past, crushing my reason one after another...

"Huh..." The room was dark, and a long wisp of white smoke came out from the blown out butter lamp wick.Walking drowsily to the bed, I took off my shoes and socks, and lay on my side.Tashi Pingcuo pulled the pulu blanket for me, half-sitting and leaning against the head of the bed.The moonlight from outside the window scattered loosely on his face and chest... Between the overlapping of light and shadow, there seemed to be a touch of tenderness that I had never seen before...

"Go to sleep, I'll stay here with you." He held my hand, and gently rubbed the surface of my hand with his warm fingertips, "If it hurts too much, just treat me as him..."

When I closed my eyelids, my heart was surrounded by various emotions, such as debt, depression, longing... The drunkenness from the alcohol evaporated numb my body, and this night, it was the warmth of the palms... that kept me from shedding tears for a long time Come.But I also understand that the desire that has been suppressed for a long time is finally uncontrollable.

I want to go back... I must go back... not only because the words "buy drunk every night" hurt me, but also because the last sentence of La Zang gave me unprecedented courage.

When I woke up, it was already daylight.I sat up, only to feel a splitting headache.Turning to look at the side of the bed, Tashi Phuncuo was no longer there.Everything that happened last night was blurred in my mind, and it took me a long time to think about it before it came into shape.He stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples for a while, and poured a bowl of buttered tea at the square table to drink, which made him feel better.

After making the bed, when he walked out of the room, he bumped into Dunzhu head-on.He immediately looked shocked, and after he realized it, he gave me a vicious look, "You...huh!!" Then he flung his sleeves and went downstairs angrily.Looking at his back, I didn't have the time to think about the reason for this unknown fire, I just felt heavy in my heart.From this point of view, there is no one in this family who can help me...I dare not to Tashi Phuntsok, but not to Dhondup...

So, all we can do is wait.It's a pity that I still didn't expect that the wait would last for a few months.

The days slipped by day by day in anticipation, and in a blink of an eye, the summer heat finally receded, and the emerald green on the plateau gradually disappeared.The Qiongjie Valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, seems to be still immersed in the warm and humid air that has not yet dissipated, and a burst of strong cold air swept the tail of late autumn unexpectedly.

It's early winter, the westerly wind is picking up, and the sky is getting drier.The field of vision is full of bare mountains and sparse trees, all of which reveal the unique alpine coldness of the snowy region.

Walking alone on the dirt road, the white breath he exhaled disappeared into the air in an instant.The west wind was blowing violently, occasionally scraping the earth and rocks on the ground, and slapping the uppers of the brocade boots with a "slap".I reached out and buttoned the pointed sheepskin cap on my head, and tightened the velvet shawl on my body, but I still felt that the wind was constantly pouring in from the skirt.

The winter on the plateau is actually not that cold, at least it is much better than the wet and cold in the south.But for me, this dry high cold is terribly cold.Every time I face such weather, I always feel that I have returned to the time when I returned to Qiongjie for the first time.The insurmountable psychological barrier caused the skin-to-skin coldness to penetrate to the bone several points.

Looking from a distance, you can already see the Shijing wall standing high at the entrance of the village.I subconsciously quickened my pace, scanning the stone flakes engraved with scriptures and various Buddhist patterns along the way, and finally stopped at the mani pile.There is a stone wall to block the wind, and I feel a lot warmer immediately.I looked around boredly, my eyes passed the piles of mani stones, colorful scriptures jumped into my eyes, and I simply looked carefully.

In Tibet, as a kind of road sign, mani piles are often piled up at the intersections and corners of travel and turning.In Tibet, where the land is vast and sparsely populated, this kind of existence is particularly important.Tibetans seldom use ox carts or horse carts, and they only rely on their legs when traveling long distances.Except for a few important traffic arteries, there is no clear road anymore.When you go to a remote area, clusters of manidui become the only guides.

The gray sun hit the body, and it became warm after a while.I closed my eyelids, enjoying the softness and peace of mind.Until a rapid sound of horseshoes "click, click" from far to near, I opened my eyes, and in the distance, on the dirt road into the mountains, a cowhide carriage was jolting towards me.

"Woo--" the horse slowed down and stopped, the wet horse's nose was gasping and puffing out clouds of white smoke.The body trembled, and the middle-aged man who had just been driving the horse jumped off the dirt road neatly.

"Uncle Qiangba!" I grinned, and hurried forward to greet him.Uncle Qiangba looked at me with a smile, his big beard was twitching, and his small eyes narrowed into a line at this moment, "Dolma, have you been waiting for a long time? It's cold outside, hurry up and get on the carriage Come here..." He said and reached out to help me.With Uncle Qiangba's strength, I stepped onto the carriage one step at a time.

I lifted the curtain and took a look in the carriage, but I didn't see the expected figure, so I turned my head back strangely, "Uncle Qiangba, where is Brother Gesang?"

Uncle Qiangba had already sat back on the front of the car, and was about to whip his whip at the horse's buttocks, "Gesang is still handling goods at Jiama's place. I'm afraid you're in a hurry, so let me pick you up first. It's time to do it now." It’s almost time, let’s take another detour and meet him at the entrance of Jiama Village.”

"That's it..." I nodded, and then got into the carriage.

I thought that the journey back to Lhasa would be indefinitely, and I was even ready to go on the road alone.Unexpectedly, when I was helping my father to work in the field that day, I ran into Tsering Gesang who came to Qiongjie to handle the goods.Knowing that he was going back to Lhasa today, I had the cheek to ask for a ride.Fortunately, Tibetans are enthusiastic and I am a friend of Maggie Ami, so he agreed without even thinking about it.

"Sit tight, let's go!" Uncle Qiangba's rough voice came through the thick curtain. Before I could answer, the car body bumped up and down.I smiled unconsciously.Although Uncle Qiangba was helping Gesang with the goods, he was an out-and-out Qiongjie man.

When I saw him for the first time, he was riding a tall horse, wearing a fox fur hat, and carrying a gold-rimmed three-dragon bowl on his waist.That scene made me feel very familiar, so after I greeted him, I walked around him uncontrollably.It made him uncomfortable for a while, and Gesang who was on the side was laughed at by me, but I blushed and apologized repeatedly.After looking back, I realized that I was looking for a five-ring fork gun!But after thinking about it, that seems to be a weapon that only existed at the end of the nineteenth century...

I don't know if it was because of my "feat" that Uncle Jamba treated me differently.To sum up, it is to treat the person with the way of the person.I remember he looked at me for a while, and then praised me for being young and famous.I was a little puzzled, so I heard him say with a smile, Dawa Zhuoma, the number one beauty in Qiongjie, how many Kham men have fascinated me... At that time, I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground!

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.The carriage is covered with woolen cushions, and there are thick pulu curtains to keep out the wind, making it as warm as falling into a porridge pot.Reaching out for a silk cushion, he was about to rest on it for a while, when the wheel under him creaked.I was taken aback, but felt the carriage stopped suddenly.Raising his hand to open the curtain, he saw Zhaxi Pingcuo standing in front of the carriage with a serious face.