Tibetan Mastiff

Fu Yanghe couldn't be calm for a long time, so that when Xiao Tang talked to him, he felt a little dazed.

"What?" he asked.

Xiao Tang looked at his flushed face, and turned to look at Banjue Gonpo next to him.The crowd had dispersed, so Xiao Tang pulled Fu Yanghe to his side and said, "I asked you if you still watch it, are you going back?"

"Sit for a while," Fu Yanghe said, "Sit for a while."

As he spoke, he sat down cross-legged, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.Huang Jingchen and the others also sat down.Sun Lei said: "They dance really well."

"This Reba dance can't be done without childish skills. It's quite difficult." Huang Jingchen said, "Especially the male lead dancer, who danced really well. I look a little familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere."

"You didn't see it?" Xiao Tang smiled and touched Fu Yanghe with his elbow, and Fu Yanghe asked, "What?"

"Why are you in a trance again... Can you see who the man who was leading the dance just now is?"

"Who?"

Xiao Tang said triumphantly, "It's the guy who came in second in the horse race!"

"Oh oh, yes, that's him. I said he looked a little familiar. He changed his clothes, but I didn't recognize him." Huang Jingchen said and turned to look at the Tibetan boy, "He's really good. So good, and so good at dancing."

"You can recognize a man." Fu Yanghe glanced at Xiao Tang and said.

Xiao Tang giggled twice, and said, "Do you want to get to know him? I'll go and call him."

As he said that, he got up and went to hook up with the young man.But Fu Yanghe's eyes looked forward, Banjue Gonpo was standing in the dark smoking a cigarette, his tall and tall figure was blurred in the night, only the flame of the cigarette flickered on and off.

The moonlight is so bright, but it looks dim because of the bonfire.

When he saw Banjue Gonpo coming towards him after finishing his cigarette, he quickly looked away.Xiao Tang had already pulled the Tibetan boy over, and said with a smile, "Let me introduce you..."

"Monk." Banjue Gonpo called out first.

"You guys know each other?" Xiao Tang asked.

"We have lunch together at noon." Banjue Gonpo said, "You dance very well."

Monk smiled, because his face was dark, and his teeth became whiter: "This is what I do."

It turns out that Monk himself is a member of a Reba dance troupe in Qamdo, and today he came to Saima Mountain with the troupe to participate in the mountain-turning meeting.After chatting for a while, I found out that their dance troupe is in a downturn. Fu Yanghe heard that Munch said that he wanted to quit, and he felt really sorry for him, so he said to Banjue Gonpo on the way back: " Last time I met with people from your performance team, I felt that those people's qualifications were not as good as this Monk, he is from Kangwu Township, if he can get a job with a good salary in his hometown, he probably won't refuse."

Banjue Gonpo was a little absent-minded, and asked, "Are you asking me to dig him here?"

"His dance is very contagious. This is a talent, which is rare. Let me teach him, and he can become the pillar of your performance team in the future. And the live performances are fixed every day, which is better than his current drought and flood." It’s good if you don’t guarantee acceptance, I’m sure he won’t refuse. Don’t waste such a good talent.”

Banjue Gonpo nodded and said, "I know both his parents, so I will talk to him tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.As soon as Banjue Gonpo answered the phone, his face changed. The more he talked on the phone, the more ugly Banjue Gonpo's face became.Before he hung up the phone, Banjue Gonpo ran back.Fu Yanghe thought something serious happened, so he quickly followed.Xiao Tang and his juniors followed, all looking at each other in blank dismay.

They followed up the tent area, and the tents were connected one by one. Fu Yanghe saw Yang Jin and Meng Tao from a distance, and Yang Jin also ran over immediately, and said a few words to Ban Jue Gonpo, but he didn't know about them. After saying something, Banjue Gonpo walked back, but Yang Jin grabbed him, and the siblings started arguing. How could Yang Jin hold Banjue Gonpo, and then let go.Fu Yanghe ran over quickly, Yang Jin saw him as if he had seen a savior, grabbed him and said: "Mr. Fu, go and grab him quickly, don't let him mess around!"

Fu Yanghe glanced at the indifferent Meng Tao beside him, and quickly chased after him. It was getting darker behind him, and there was only a bonfire far away, and there were fewer tents.Fu Yanghe ran over panting, and saw two people hugging each other on the hillside in the distance.Through the thin moonlight, he saw that the two people got up from the grass, they were a man and a woman.The man seemed to be quite flustered and yelled something, but Banjue Gonpo went up and knocked him down with a fist.

The woman next to him exclaimed, and Fu Yanghe was also taken aback, but Ban Jue Gongbu didn't give up, and kicked the man again.The man suffered from pain, and cursed and cursed, but he spoke Tibetan, which he couldn't understand, so he hurried over and grabbed Banjue Gonpo.

Yang Jin also ran over and said a few words in a panic, and Banjue Gonpo replied a few words, but he also spoke Tibetan, but his tone was extremely angry.Fu Yanghe didn't understand, and felt that he was an outsider for a moment. He couldn't figure out what happened, so he only held Banjue Gonpo by one arm, wondering whether he should let go.

But he could clearly see the person lying on the ground, it was Yang Jin's fiancé, Tsering.

He looked at the panic-stricken woman next to him. Although he couldn't understand what they were talking about, he figured out a general idea.It is very likely that Yang Jin, the fiancé, was dishonest and brought the girl to spend the night before and after, but was caught by Yang Jin.

So this is the scene of rape!

His face darkened, and he immediately let go of Banjue Gonpo's arm and stood aside.

Banjue Gonpo lost his threat, and kicked Tsering again.Yang Jin wanted to go up to stop him, but was held back by Meng Tao, and said, "Sister Yang Jin, such a heartless person, you can't beat him to death!"

It was in Chinese, and it was obviously intended for Fu Yanghe to listen to.Seeing Xiao Tang and the others chasing after him, Fu Yanghe ran over to stop them.After all, it is a family scandal, Ban Jue and the others may not think that there are so many people around.

"What's the matter, why did the fight start?" Xiao Tang stretched his neck curiously and asked.

"Let's not meddle in other people's own family affairs, just walk around and go back to sleep."

Fu Yanghe felt that this kind of thing was a bit embarrassing, outsiders like them should not get involved, and besides, Banjue Gonpo probably didn't want outsiders to know about this kind of thing.

He took Xiao Tang and the others for a few steps, and then said, "Xiao Tang, take them back to the hotel first."

"That's fine, you pay more attention to safety alone." Xiao Tang was not a fool, and immediately took Huang Jingchen and the others away.Fu Yanghe turned his head and saw that Xiao Yang hadn't moved, so he said, "Why don't you leave?"

"It's late at night, are you safe by yourself?"

"I'm a man. If there's anything unsafe, I'll go to the boss to have a look. You should go back first."

Xiao Yang just left.Fu Yanghe smiled, and walked back, but Meng Tao had already pulled Banjue Gonpo back, and said as he walked: "Forget it, I beat him to blood, and I'm teaching him a lesson. "

When Ban Jue Gongbu saw Fu Yanghe, his lips moved, and he turned to Yang Jin and said: "Tomorrow I will go to their house to cancel the marriage, you go back and rest first."

Meng Tao took Yang Jin's arm and said, "Don't worry, I'll be with sister Yang Jin tonight."

Yang Jin seemed very embarrassed, took a look at Fu Yanghe, and was dragged away by Meng Tao.When passing by him, Meng Tao winked at him, and Fu Yanghe nodded.

Both Yang Jin and Meng Tao had gone away, leaving Fu Yanghe standing silently beside Banjue Gonpo, the bonfire not far away shone on their faces, flickering on and off.

"Good job," he said, "That Tsering deserves a beating."

Banjue Gonpo snorted coldly, and said, "...I'm going to get married to my sister in a few months... What a fucking thing."

Fu Yanghe hated this kind of traitor the most in his life, so he said: "If I knew you were beating up such a scumbag, I wouldn't have stopped you."

Banjue Gonpo looked at him, but said nothing.Fu Yanghe said, "Let's go, I see your hands are bleeding."

Banjue Gonpo looked up and saw that the back of his hand was indeed bleeding. When he beat Tsering just now, he hit a stone with his fist and broke a piece of skin.Probably too angry, I didn't even feel pain.

Fu Yanghe suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, raised it up and took a closer look.Fu Yanghe's hand was very hot, with white and slender fingers, holding his palm.Banjue Gonpo said, "It's nothing, just a small injury."

Fu Yanghe let go of his hand, and the two of them were silent for a while, not knowing who took the first step, they walked towards the hotel together.

Banjue Gonpo obviously still didn't let go, and his face was always ugly.There was a small pharmacy diagonally opposite the hotel. Fu Yanghe ran in and bought a dose of iodine and a band-aid.

Back in the hotel room, Fu Yanghe said, "Sit down."

Banjue Gonpo sat down, saw him unscrew the lid of the iodine, stretched out his hand and said, "I will do it myself."

"Let me come, your left hand is not convenient."

Fu Yanghe squatted down in front of Banjue Gonpo, holding a cotton swab dipped in iodine in one hand and supporting Banjue Gonpo's wrist with the other.In order to make it easier for him to apply, Banjue Gonpo fully extended his palm.

His hands are very beautiful, with slender and well-proportioned fingers, extremely neatly trimmed nails, and full crescents. Like his own, his fingers also look slender and strong. There is a small scar on the lower part of the index finger. I don't know what it is. What year and month did they stay.

Fu Yanghe said, "Maybe it hurts a little."

He cleaned the wound as lightly as possible. Banjue Gonpo's hands were motionless, and there was no tremor. Fu Yanghe couldn't help but looked up, and saw Banjue Gonpo's deep eyes, reflecting the light, watching with him.

Tibetan men like to stare straight at people. They are frank and enthusiastic. Sometimes they are too straightforward for people from the city.Fu Yanghe lowered his head pretending not to care, tore off a band-aid, and carefully stuck it on Banjue Gonpo's hand.

"Thank you." Banjue Gonpo's voice was slightly hoarse, and he coughed lightly after speaking.

Fu Yanghe stood up to collect his things, and asked, "Are there any other injuries?"

Banjue Gonpo glanced at him and said, "Yes."

Fu Yanghe was stunned for a moment, and saw that Banjue Gonpo had rolled up his sleeves until they were under his armpits. Fu Yanghe squatted down to take a look, only to find that he also had a scratch on his elbow and upper arm, but the injury was not there. The weight on the back of the hand just scratched the skin and a little blood stained it.

"This kind of injury hurts the most." Fu Yanghe approached and said.

His breath sprayed on Banjue Gonpo's arm, very slightly, but extremely itchy.This itching was mixed with the slight pain of the wound, and there was an unbearable feeling crawling up the arm.Banjue Gonpo's throat moved, but he remained silent and did not speak.

Fu Yanghe moved slightly this time. He had been bruised before, and he knew that this kind of scratched and watery wound was actually the most painful: "When I was learning to dance, I also fell and injured my left leg and knee. It was a big piece, and the skin was scratched, but it didn’t bleed, so I didn’t care about it. As a result, I couldn’t sleep because of the pain in the middle of the night. When I woke up the next day, I found a scab, a big black piece, and it took half a month to heal. "

"Did you often get hurt when you were learning to dance?"

Fu Yanghe just laughed, but his eyes were focused on the wound: "Whoever learns to dance has never been injured, the waist, legs, and joints are the most vulnerable places to be injured, but it also depends on the person. I am just a beginner. Sometimes I hold my breath in my heart and love to use brute force, so injuries are commonplace, and I can’t practice anymore after being injured, in fact, the gain outweighs the loss.”

He laughed again as he spoke, put down the cotton swab, turned around and took the Band-Aid over: "Later, I gradually realized it, and I paid more attention to protecting myself, so I rarely got hurt again... Well, the elbow was also pasted. , you should bend your arms less."

Banjue Gonpo put down his sleeves, and suddenly said inexplicably, "Your clothes are beautiful."

"Huh?" Fu Yanghe was stunned for a moment, and said, "I just found one at random, it doesn't fit very well, and the clothes I wear are neither fish nor fowl."

"If you like it, I'll ask someone to tailor a few pieces for you. You look good in Tibetan clothes."

Probably because he was praised by Banjue Gonpo, he was a little beautiful in his heart, but he didn't refuse, and responded vaguely.Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, he went to open the door and saw Zhang Yue standing at the door.

Fu Yanghe had mixed feelings in his heart, and said, "I thought you were going to sleep in the temple."

"I begged for something in the temple," Zhang Yue said and handed something to him, "It's for you."

Fu Yanghe hasn't stretched out his hand yet, so he doesn't know when Banjue Gonpo will come behind him and take it for him.

"Gawu." Banjue Gonpo said.

It is a silver box with auspicious patterns engraved on it. The carving is cumbersome and the workmanship is extremely exquisite.Zhang Yue glanced at the two of them and said, "Keep safe, nothing else."

Banjue Gonpo looked at it and handed it to Fu Yanghe.Fu Yanghe looked at it, held it in his hand and said, "Thank you."

Zhang Yue looked very tired, waved his hand and left.Fu Yanghe closed the door, but when he turned his head, he saw Banjue Gonpo looking straight at him.

Fu Yanghe raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"You dare to accept his things, don't you want to break his thoughts?"

Fu Yanghe just laughed and said: "He stayed in the temple for a day and gave me something. He said that he didn't mean anything else. If I didn't accept it, it would be too unreasonable. Although we are not a couple, we are They are as close as brothers, I have a sense of proportion... Hey, why do you sound like you are jealous?"

He laughed himself first.Banjue Gonpo said: "Teacher Fu is really good at joking, who am I, what right do I have to be jealous?"

Hearing his tone, Fu Yanghe seemed a little unhappy, so he raised his head to look at Banjue Gonpo, but Banjue Gonpo had already turned around and went to the bathroom. He stood at the door for a while, the corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't speak. Gawu also put it in the bag, and cleaned up the iodine and cotton swabs on the table by the way.As soon as it was packed, I heard the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom.

He sat down on the sofa and suddenly felt a little bored, took out his phone and checked Weibo.

When he was interviewed by the TV station today, Xiao Tang took a few photos of him and posted them on Weibo.I haven't posted on Weibo for most of the day, and when I opened it, there were thousands of comments. Without exception, they were all compliments such as "so handsome", "good-looking", "beautiful man".Fu Yanghe was enjoying watching, when his cell phone rang suddenly.

It was his mother Yang Huina calling.

"You have been in Tibet for so long, why didn't you even make a phone call? If I don't call you, you don't know how to call me."

"Didn't I send you a text message when I arrived? Everything is fine here."

"You're still the same," Yang Huina said in a displeased tone, "Your dad called me, and he said why the phone keeps turning off when he calls you?"

Fu Yanghe pursed his lips and said, "I blocked him."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while before saying: "Occasionally, I also talk to him on the phone. No matter what, he is your father, and he still loves you in his heart."

"Oh."

"You again," Yang Huina said, "Silly son, think about it, if you ignore him, can you avoid the obligation to support him when he gets old and can't move? It will only make your father's property cheaper. That Vixen!"

"I'm not greedy for his little money, and I don't intend to take it. He will give it to whomever he likes."

When Yang Huina heard this, she couldn't get angry, but her tone was still soft, and said: "You are stupid. He is only your son. If you don't give the property to whom? Is it all for Zheng Linghong? If you don't do it for yourself, you can do it for yourself." For my sake, I can't make that woman cheaper. What did your father have when he married me? If it weren't for our Yang family to help him, if he wasn't my husband, Yang Huina, would he have the fame and status he has today? I Have you forgotten the pain of being caught in bed all those years ago?"

As a master of opera, Yang Huina has a good temperament, and she has also cultivated her clear and soft voice in her 50s. Even if she is angry, her voice is gentle, but it reveals stubbornness and stubbornness: "He is also old now. I'm in poor health, and I'm starting to miss my son. Don't talk about the property of the Fu family, just talk about the relationship between your father and son. You shouldn't be too cruel to him. The person he is sorry for is me, not you. Although he is not a good husband , but a good father."

"Then I'll call him back."

After Fu Yanghe hung up the phone, he was silent for a long time. He found out his father Fu Nian's phone number. After deleting it from the blacklist, he dialed out and hung up again. The sound of water had stopped.He glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and saw Banjue Gongbula coming out with a bath towel around his waist, revealing his strong tendons.

Fu Yanghe didn't care about admiring the handsome guy's body, he was only worried about how much Banjue Gonpo heard what he said just now.Banjue Gonpo took a few sips of mineral water and asked, "Aren't you going to wash?"

Fu Yanghe took out a set of replacement clothes from his bag and said, "I'll wash it now."

After he finished speaking, he carried his clothes and went into the bathroom. The bathroom was full of mist, wet with water, and the breath left by Banjue Gonpo's bath just now was everywhere.While brushing his teeth, he reached out to wipe the white mist off the mirror.After brushing his teeth, he took off his clothes, and when he was about to put clothes on the shelf, he saw Banjue Gonpo's clothes hanging on top, with the outer robe and trousers at the bottom, the inner shirt at the top, and the clothes on the top. , is a pair of large underwear that is very loose for him, black.Because it is pure black, so a little stain is also very obvious.

His heart skipped a beat.The shelf is not big, and only one floor can be used to store clothes, which has been completely occupied by the clothes that Banjue Gonpo took off.He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally put the clothes he took off on Banjue Gonpo's underwear.

I don't know what's going on, but suddenly I feel very guilty, I opened the door and went into the bathroom.The steam in the bathroom is heavier, and there is a whole set of bath products on the shelf.The hotel provides soap in sachets, but the aroma of the soap is very strong and fills the entire bathroom.Hot water poured down from the top of his head, and his body trembled due to the sudden stimulation of the hot water. He wiped his face and reached for a bag of soap. He didn't know whether it was slippery hands or some other reason. Can tear a hole.The light on the top of the bathroom became hazy due to the water mist. He stared at the packaging bag for a long time but couldn't find a place to tear it off. Finally, he gave up and put the bag of soap back on the shelf, but there In the corner of the shelf, I found the leftover half bar of soap.

Half a bar of soap, still wet, was left over by Ban Kyaw Gonpo.

Fu Yanghe hung his head in the hot water. The hot water poured on the top of his head, and then flowed down his wet hair, flowing over his neck, back and chest. He reached out and picked up the half bar of soap , starting from his neck, his arms, neck, and all over his body, the scent of the soap confuses him, the hot steam suffuses his face, the hot water envelops his body, the scent confuses his body Mind, he felt hot and throbbing like never before, and suddenly heard someone shouting outside: "Yang He."

Fu Yanghe was stunned for a moment, immediately turned off the water, calmed down and listened outside for a while, and heard Ban Jue Gongpo say again: "Your phone is ringing, it's from your family."

"Oh, I see, don't worry about it."

"I've called three times. It seems very urgent. Do you want to answer it, or I will tell the other party for you."

"Then you answer it for me," Fu Yanghe said, "Just say I'm taking a shower, and I'll call you back later."

Then he heard Banjue Gonpo say through the door: "Uncle, hello."

It turned out that his father Fu Nian beat him.

"...Yang He is taking a bath. I'll let him get back to you later...I'm his friend...Well, okay, goodbye uncle."

Fu Yanghe quickly dried himself, put on his clothes and came out, asking, "Did my father beat you?"

Banjue Gonpo was already lying on the bed, and when he came out, he sat up and said, "I think your father seems to have misunderstood our relationship."

"..."

"He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and asked whether ordinary friends or..."

Fu Yanghe blushed all of a sudden, pretended to be calm, bent down and picked up the phone, clicked on it to look at it, and then went out to call his father back.

But in just 2 minutes, Fu Yanghe came back.Banjue Gonpo said, "So fast."

Fu Yanghe said "hmm", sat down on the edge of the bed, and said, "I can't talk to my dad."

Probably something about his family, Banjue Gonpo didn't bother to ask, he lifted the quilt and lay down in the bed, saying: "I'm tired today, go to bed early."

I want to go to bed early, before the next door gets up.

Fu Yanghe quickly took the hair dryer to dry his hair.Banjue Gonpo was lying on the bed, watching Fu Yanghe with his back turned to him, the hair dryer was turned on to the maximum, buzzing, blowing Fu Yanghe's hair flying wildly, reminding him of Fu Yanghe shaking his hair when he was dancing. moving hair.Fu Yanghe was facing the lamp on the table, his whole body was shrouded in a halo, his hair was gradually drying, soft and shiny, making people want to touch it.Fu Yanghe turned his head slightly, his side face was against the light, making him look more handsome and moist.

What a handsome man, Banjue Gonpo thought so and closed his eyes.At this moment, Fu Yanghe turned off the hair dryer, turned his head and glanced at Banjue Gonpo.

This day was so long, exciting, and spring-like, and finally at this moment of silence, the passion in my heart calmed down, leaving only inexplicable emotions permeating my heart.Fu Yanghe lay down under the blanket, reached out and turned off the light.

The room suddenly became pitch black, and it was impossible to see anything. It took a while for the eyes to adapt to the darkness, and the light from the window gradually became clear.Beside him was Banjue Gonpo's almost inaudible breathing, which seemed to be deliberately suppressed. Fu Yanghe lay on his side in the darkness with his eyes open, motionless.

After lying down, sleepiness quickly surfaced.He heard Banjue Gonpo's even and long breathing, and he had obviously fallen asleep, and the tension in his heart was finally loosened.

Banjue Gonpo was woken up by the noise from the next door. He was about to get up the moment he woke up, but he was suddenly attracted by the warmth of his palm.

Fu Yanghe, who was sleeping on his stomach, put one arm over and put his right hand on his palm.

Of the five fingers, four rest on his palm, and only the thumb sticks to his wrist.

The palm of a person is actually a very sensitive part, and the touch of each finger is very clear. He lay there motionless, and next to his ears was the sound from the next door that was more intense than yesterday, but Fu Yanghe slept like that Shen.

Banjue Gonpo's palms were sweating, he curled up his fingers slightly, and gently held Fu Yanghe's hand.It may be that his body was sweating and his throat was extremely thirsty. He suffered a lot in the second half of the night and never fell asleep again.