Namco's soul

Gonpo's name means Lord Hu in Tibetan, and Zagulade is a common surname, which means that Gonpo has surpassed the status of ordinary people from the moment he was born.

Not inherent status, power, wealth, but loneliness.

During this month, apart from inspecting various mountainous areas, Zhao Zihao was sorting out materials in the mansion in Kampot. Kampot has a unique vision for many things.

In his spare time, he would chat with Kampot or listen to Kampot playing a Tibetan song.He liked this shy and quiet big boy very much, and he clearly felt the distressing loneliness in him.

"When will you take me to climb the surrounding snow-capped mountains?" When Zhao Zihao came back from a dinner with enthusiastic Tibetan herdsmen, he leaned on the sofa in the living room, squinting his eyes, and said to Gong Po.

Gonpo paused while he was still copying some Tibetan.

"it is good."

If the nine holy lakes of the Tibetan people are like muses to the Tibetan people, then the continuous snow-capped mountains are the patron saints like the four-armed Avalokitesvara to them, always consistent, holy and elegant.

This mountain is very difficult to climb. Zhao Zihao thinks that he has good physical strength and his muscles are enough to be proud of, but at this time, he is still covered in sweat. Also opened up a lot.

Gonpo has been climbing unhurriedly ahead, breathing slowly, and the Tibetan clothes on his body are neatly ironed. Only sometimes when the wind blows can he see a little water on his forehead.

Gonpo stopped from time to time to look at the mountains in the distance, and slowed down his pace a little, only continuing to walk up when he felt that Zhao Zihao's footsteps were approaching.

"Wait a minute." Zhao Zihao, who was behind him, suddenly grabbed Gongbu's hand, and Gongbu broke away suddenly in shock.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I want to ask if this is a pastoral area." Zhao Zihao's palm was rough and very warm, and he hugged Gongbu's palm almost completely.

"Yes." Gonpo forced himself to ignore that strange touch.

But the palms wrapped around him didn't intend to let go, they still scratched the palms gently.

"Don't be so nervous."

Kampot felt that his whole body was going to be messy.

However, he soon noticed that this place did not have much commercial value. The people living here were very simple Tibetan herdsmen, living a life of grazing and hunting, living in the simplest cow-hair tents.

"This is a pastoral area? What are you going to do?" Kampot asked.

"Just because this area is a pastoral area, he is more valuable." Zhao Zihao bent the corner of his mouth proudly at Gongbo.

Next, Zhao Zihao brought Gongbo and a few assistants to do some investigations and so on. Gongbu just stood there as the master, calmly nodding to the questioning gaze as affirmation .

In fact, he doesn't understand Zhao Zihao's purpose and advantages. He doesn't understand the concept of "tourism bundled business", but he only knows that Mr. Zhao is a strong man in the business world, just like before. It's a battle-tested feeling, just like the Appa of the time.

Even for such a small Tibetan, in such a small tent, he is still so handy.

What about him in those tall buildings?He should be wearing a clean and straight suit, still smiling and chatting with people calmly...

What he has is a beautiful and high-end world like crystal, but he can only stand on a small dot on the map and guard his own square inch of heaven.

Gonpo squeezed his hands under the Tibetan robe.

……

"I couldn't believe it before. I didn't expect you to be very important to the herdsmen here." Zhao Zihao didn't know how to taste tea, and all the thousands of tea leaves he used when dealing with those merchants seemed to him. Pain like drug injection.He frowned and put the teacup on the table.

"Because I am more reliable as Kampot." Kampot said shyly.

"What's the matter? Doesn't it suit your appetite? This is our popular Pu'er here. What do you like to drink?"

"I like to drink." Zhao Zihao looked at Gong Po with his chin propped up.

"..."

"I know where there is wine, dare to drink it?" Zhao Zihao lifted his chin and grinned.

Gonpo felt as if that arrogant smile had aroused his almost imperceptible rebellious psychology.After thinking about it for a while, he remembered a sentence in Chinese:

"Then I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman."

That kind of banter seemed to be tainted with Zhao Zihao's color, which made Zhao Zihao's breathing stop for a beat.

"Tequila." The sound of water pouring into the glass was clear and refreshing.

"I added some lemonade and green tea to it, it's a bit diluted, it's more suitable for first-time drinkers." He raised his glass. "Don't try it?"

Gonpo stretched out his hand hesitantly, and the light yellow-green liquid swayed in the fish-scale cup, like a crystal handicraft.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The smell of alcohol roared up, and Gong Po's entire face turned red.

"Hey, this is the first bite." Zhao Zihao's tone was very provocative.

"No, I really can't..."

"How can a man say no?" Zhao Zihao's mouth habitually rises to the left side first when he smiles, and the thin wrinkles add a sinister and sensual complex feeling.

Gonpo felt that he was getting a little confused.

"It's really not good, I can't drink any more."

In fact, Gonpo's facial features were a bit too sharp and stern, but at this moment his face was flushed, and the wine flowed from between his teeth and slid onto his robe.

Zhao Zihao's heartbeat began to fluctuate again.

Zhao Zihao knew the consequences of going on like this, but he was content with it.

In the end Zhao Zihao drank alone, and Gong Po sat on the side, his eyes closed and motionless, as if he was asleep.

"Tomorrow night we will be dancing Guozhuang, are you going?"

Zhao Zihao heard this sentence when his lips were about to stick to Gong Po's lips, and hurriedly backed away.

Gonpo opened his eyes slightly and looked at him, even though he was drunk, he still sat neatly on the sofa, but his face was flushed.

"Of course I will."

"Well," Gonpo let out a sigh of relief, as if he had completed a task, he stood up slowly, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep first."

Zhao Zihao looked at him and felt cutely tight, "You are drunk, I will help you go."

"Okay."

Although Gonpo didn't know why he felt his feet were in the air when he supported him, he just fell asleep in a daze feeling surrounded very comfortably.

"Hey, Gongbula, I'll come to play with you, okay?" There is little rain in Tibetans, but the rainy season is indeed torrential. The boy is standing in the house holding the only Yagui [yak] left in his house. In front of the bed, his clothes were dirty and messy, and his face was covered with blue-purple wounds and mud washed by tears and rain. He was embarrassed and fragile.

"Hey, Gonpo, can I still come to you?" His voice was already choked up, but he still shouted persistently and fiercely, and finally burst into tears. "You don't want me anymore!"

Gongbu felt that the rain was too heavy, so heavy that he could hardly see the frail figure, and so heavy that his eye sockets were drenched to the ground.

"Wake up, it's just a dream, it's okay, it's okay."

Gonpo opened his eyes, and the sunlight came in through the window, brightly.I curled up in a wide and warm embrace.

His face was hot and humid.

It's a dream again.

……

The snow on the mountain does not melt, and the plane on the holy lake has no waves, just like the years in the west, in the rut of the times, it is gathered little by little into the prayer drums of the red lamas on the snowy mountains in the distance, and into the chime bells engraved with Sanskrit among.

"Om, ma, ne, bah, mi, moo..." The lama's chants floated in the prayer flags, brushing over Tanggula's eyebrows and eyes, washing away every blessed soul under the blue sky and white clouds.

Gonpo's heart also fell silent in this whisper.

The existence of a person will not affect your life too much, and time will gradually eliminate the indentation of these complicated and trivial matters.

Just like South Carolina, just like Mr. Zhao.Gonpo thought.

"Gongbula, it's getting dark, you should go back." Grandpa Lama patted Gongpot on the shoulder.Only then did Kampot come back to his senses, the sun had already set and the sun was dazzling red.

"Yes, good night, Grandpa Lama." Gonpo clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

When Gonpo arrived home, the house was unexpectedly dimly lit.He just remembered that his housekeeper was resting today.

"Mr. Zhao is also going to Tiaoguozhuang..." Gonpo changed into the bright red robe he would wear every time he had a party.I took a picture in the mirror.

Still have such an old-fashioned expression...

He tried to smile to himself.

too ugly.

"Well, it suits you very well." Zhao Zihao stood behind Gongbu at some point, leaving Gongbu speechless for a while, Mr. Zhao was too casual in his own house.

"Is there a robe that fits me?"

Gongbu took a rough look at Zhao Zihao's figure, rummaged through the old closet, and found a piece of clothing that Apa wore before.

"you can try."

"Okay." The small calculation in Zhao Zihao's heart was shattered into powder when he saw Gong Po walking out of the room consciously and closing the door by the way.

"Gonbra, why do I feel weird."

Gonpo pushed the door open and went in, his face blushed instantly.

"That...the Tibetan robes have to wear a placket inside, and a girdle that needs to be tied outside." Isn't this common sense? Uncle, you have been here for more than a month, don't tell me that you don't even understand this kind of thing...

And you don't even have a vest inside, so it's really not cold to be naked...

Zhao Zihao expressed that it was really cold.

At the bonfire.

"Zhao, come and taste our highland barley brew, it's very strong!" The non-standard Mandarin of the Tibetans is also special against the backdrop of their strong accent.Especially in such a lively atmosphere.

Zhao Zihao's eyes were black and bright under the light of the flames, and Gongbu was very curious why the choking and spicy wine was like clear water in his hands.

Hey.

Zhao Zihao smiled and carried the wine in his hand, walked to Gongbu and sat down.

"What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that you are very powerful and get along well with everyone." Gongbu smiled, "My grandma didn't make any friends when she first came here, and she didn't have many friends when she passed away. The person who sent her."

"your mother……"

"She came from your side." Gonpo thought for a while, "It seems that her name is Zhe. Grandpa Lama told me about it."

"Actually, I am very similar to my grandma. I, Apa, often said it before, and I feel the same way."

The bonfire was jumping and sparkling, and the dark blue sky in the sky was also heavy, and there seemed to be a few stars shining in the distant place.

"Actually, there are many people who treat me well, but I'm always too young. I finally grew up, but I'm still late."

Is it the Nanka you mentioned in your dream?

Neither of them spoke, and there was gradually distant laughter in their ears.

Suddenly a very generous and warm hand patted the back of Gonpo's head lightly,

"Be happy, young man, you still have plenty of time to meet more people who treat you well, who care about you, who like you, who love you..."

Zhao Zihao supported Gonpo's back of the neck when he was caught off guard and approached suddenly,

"And me."

On the far side of the mountain, there are vultures flashing past, low-crying across the star-studded snow-capped peak, and the faces of the simple Tibetans are fiery red. No one notices that the two overlap in the corner where the lights are forgotten figure together.