Tibetan Mastiff

Although in a socialist society, there is no distinction between people and occupations, but there is a certain kind of people in this world who are born with a golden spoon, have a higher starting point than others, and have better luck than others, such as Ban Kyaw Kampot.

The Banjue family is a prominent local family, and before the land reform in the 60s, it was still a family of "Geba nobles".His father, known as Mr. Banjue, belonged to one of the few Tibetans who had received Western education at that time. When he came back, he relied on his ancestors to start a business. Today, the family business covers various fields.As the saying goes, a dragon begets a dragon and a phoenix begets a phoenix, and his son Banjue Gonpo is also born with a business mind. He founded the Southwest Cultural Tourism Company at a young age and became the producer of "Flowers, Snow and Moon".

If you have a good background and are willing to work hard, how can you not succeed.

When Fu Yanghe fell asleep, he vaguely recalled the scene of squatting under Banjue Gonpo picking up soap, and felt that his face was so hot that he couldn't have an old face.

Probably because I was not used to it when I first arrived in the Tibetan area, and I didn't sleep well that night, so I simply got up early in the morning.Fu Yanghe originally wanted to go for a walk, but he saw Banjue Gonpo's car as soon as he went out, so he had to explain a few words to Xiao Tang and the others, and got in the car.He has been thinking about a problem since he got in the car.

He is very accomplished in dancing, but only in dancing. In terms of life and social life, he has amazing stupidity.When he was young, his grandparents took him to perform everywhere, and later changed to his parents, and then he had Xiao Tang, who was probably very well protected since he was a child, and he didn’t need to worry about other things except dancing, so he treated others In fact, even if he intends to strengthen in the past few years, his ability is still limited.

Now he is thinking about one thing, when he arrives at Banjue Gonpo's house later, what should he call the elders of Banjue Gonpo.

"You don't need to be nervous. Our family is no different from ordinary Han people's. My mother and they can both speak Chinese." Banjue Gonpo glanced at him and said.

"Then what should I call your family members? Do I call your mother Mrs. Ban Jue, eldest sister... or auntie?" Fu Yanghe felt quite embarrassed.

Banjue Gonpo said without hesitation: "Auntie."

Fu Yanghe breathed a sigh of relief.After confirming the peer relationship, it will be much more convenient to address and get along with each other in the future.

As a result, Banjue Gonpo said again: "We are about the same size."

There is a difference of six or seven years, and if there is a generation gap in three years, there will be two generation gaps.Fu Yanghe wondered if he didn't know his age. He wanted to explain it, but he didn't want Banjue Gonpo to think that he was putting on airs of an elder, so he turned his head and looked out the window.

The sun hasn't come out yet, but the sky is full of morning glow, which seems to be swaying the sky full of colors.He took out a small notebook from his pocket and looked at the notes on it.

After receiving the invitation letter, he taught himself some common Tibetan language and took notes.

Banjue Gongbu heard Fu Yanghe muttering in a low voice, "Tashi Dele", "Tuji", "Ajiala" endlessly.

Banjue Gonpo really wanted to correct Fu Yanghe's pronunciation, but he saw Fu Yanghe's serious appearance and thought that the other party was the accomplished teacher Fu, so he held back.

In less than an hour, Fu Yanghe saw a village. The houses were plastered with white and plastered walls, with red and black ribbons on them. They were rough, solemn and bright.

After a few more minutes, they arrived at Bangon Manor.The car slowly drove into the gate, and Fu Yanghe saw the plaque carved in three languages ​​on the gate, and the fragrant cloth was folded and hung on the eaves of the gate, and it fluttered in the wind, revealing the small rafters that he would marvel at every time he saw it. The colorful paintings are full of the style of rich Tibetan families.

As soon as the car stopped, he saw five or six Tibetan women in full costumes, which shocked him.

What he was most worried about really happened, and Ban Jue's family received him grandly.

He probably heard him muttering some common Tibetan words in the car, and Banjue Gonpo introduced him directly, "This is me, Amo."

Amola means "grandma" in Tibetan.

Banjue Gonpo’s grandma is an unusually dignified old lady, completely different from Banjue Gonpo, she feels that she is an authentic Tibetan from the inside to the outside, in line with the Han people’s consistent attitude towards Tibetans wearing gold and silver Impression, the beeswax, turquoise and silver inlaid accessories hung all over the robe, holding a khata in his hand, and smiled at him, Fu Yanghe quickly bent down and lowered his head, the old lady put the khata on On his neck, Fu Yanghe hurriedly clasped his hands together to thank him, and then called out "Amola".

"This is my mother."

Fu Yanghe saw Banjue Gonpo's mother at a glance just now. To be honest, she completely broke his stereotype of Tibetan women. Banjue's mother was extremely fair and tall, about 50 to [-] years old, dressed in He wore a robe made of bright silk and satin, with few accessories on his body, only a string of extremely beautiful coral beads hung around his neck, and a Tibetan three-color silver ring inlaid with gemstones on his hand.

"Hello Auntie."

Ban Jue's mother smiled and said, "I should have dressed up to welcome the distinguished guests, but I just got home today, so I didn't have time to clean up. Teacher Fu, please forgive me."

"I'm Ajia, Yangjin."

"You can just call me Yang Jin." Ban Jue Yang Jin smiled like a flower, and she was as fair and beautiful as her mother. What attracted her most was the shiny black hair, which was braided into a thick braid and hung down to her waist.She was dressed more grandly than her mother, and looked more luxurious and bright.The genes of this family are also absolutely perfect, no wonder Banjue Gonpo was born so handsome.

Ban Jue pointed to the two middle-aged men and women, one thin and one fat, and said, "This is Auntie Quzhen, Tashi Agula, who helped our family take care of the estate."

It was already lunch time, when Fu Yanghe entered the door, he found that the food had been prepared.He was under a lot of pressure at first, afraid that he might not be used to the local food, because he read on the Internet that not everyone is used to the local tsampa and buttered tea.As a result, he glanced at the dining table, only to find that most of the dishes he usually ate. It was obvious that Ban Jue's family had fully considered the eating habits of the guests.However, there are still some local specialties, which are placed in the corner of the table.

Fu Yanghe imitated them and sat cross-legged.Yang Jin had already poured out a glass of wine. As soon as Fu Yanghe received it, he heard Banjue Gonpo say, "Highland barley wine, the alcohol content is not high. I don't know if you are used to drinking it."

Fu Yanghe wanted to show his understanding of Tibetan customs, so he took it with a smile, then dipped his ring finger in the wine and flicked it in the air, repeated this three times, and then took a sip. The custom of "three sips and one cup", he will drink it up in one gulp.

Yang Jin immediately refilled it for him, and did the same three times, and finally he drank it all in one gulp. He looked at the silver wine glass in his hand, it was very delicate.

"This is our own homemade wine," said Ban Jue's mother. "It's a little sweeter than ordinary highland barley wine, and it's more suitable for the taste of inland people."

"It's delicious." Fu Yanghe said with a smile.

"Then you drink more." Yang Jin said, and filled him up again.He felt that he couldn't lose his manners in front of Tibetan compatriots, so he behaved decently in every way.

He searched the etiquette of Tibetan guests on the Internet last night. He vaguely remembered that it was said that Tibetans attach great importance to drinking. The host must drink up the wine brought by him, otherwise it will be a disrespect to the host. no respect.The highland barley wine is not as spicy as ordinary white wine. Every time Yang Jin fills it up for him, he will drink it up. He is famous for pouring three cups.After three cups, it felt like it was almost done, and that Yang Jin was still pouring him wine.He stopped him cautiously, but just after finishing his drink, Yang Jin poured it for him again.

If he was at home, relatives poured wine for him, and if he didn't want to drink, he would hide the wine glass, or hold it in his hand to prevent the other party from pouring wine.But at Ban Jue's house, he didn't dare, for fear of losing his manners.Turning to look at Banjue Gonpo, and seeing Banjue Gonpo looking at him with a half-smile, the old lady of Banjue’s family said in substandard Chinese: “Since Mr. Fu likes to drink, bring some more when you leave. If nothing else, just drink too much."

This, this, this, how can it be seen that he likes to drink.If it weren't for the etiquette, he would just take a sip, and this drink would be just one cup, which is really too much for him.With an embarrassed smile, he signaled Yang Jin not to pour him any more wine, but Yang Jin only smiled and said, "How can the master let the guest's wine glass be empty?"

Fu Yanghe suddenly realized that he might have remembered wrongly. Instead of drinking it all at once, he should take a sip. Yang Jin saw that he drank it all up every time, so he continued it.

Compared with losing etiquette, getting drunk is even more embarrassing.Fu Yanghe weighed the pros and cons and decided not to drink.

Sure enough, Yang Jin never poured wine for him again.The strength of the wine came up slowly, and I felt warm all over, even a little hot.It was early in the morning when he came, and it was still cold. He was wearing some thick clothes, and he was sweating behind his ears.

Talking to them during the dinner, I feel more and more that this family is more modern than he thought.Banjue Gonpo's father passed away two years ago, leaving behind a pile of family property, all of which were handed over to his young son to take charge of it.Fortunately, Ban Jue's mother is quite knowledgeable and cultured. She was born in a wealthy family. When her husband was alive, she often traveled around the world. Now she is helping to take care of the family business with Ban Jue's uncle. Don't look at the gentleness and kindness of the elders. But she is a queen mother who listens to politics behind the curtain.Yang Jin went to university abroad and came back because he was going to get married this year.The marriage partner is also a wealthy family in the Kham-Tibet area. It can be said that the childhood sweethearts are well-matched.Listening to their talk, they are all very knowledgeable women.

After all, nobles are nobles. Even if the dynasty is changed and the nobles are gone, their lives are still a hundred times better than ordinary families. Moreover, the better the family, the children have been in contact with excellent circles since childhood, and they will become excellent when they grow up. People, the poor and the rich have their own cycles. The visible class can be eliminated, but the invisible class can never be broken.

After eating, Qu Zhen brought over a large silver bowl, and Fu Yanghe secretly thought it was bad.

This is "Silver Bowl of Wine after Dinner", a must drink.

Yang Jin really filled a big bowl for him, and Fu Yanghe took it up and drank it down.

After eating, he finally had the opportunity to take a good look around the most famous noble manor in the area.Banjue Gonpo asked, "Are you all right?"

Fu Yanghe shook his head, only feeling a little cold when he went out: "It's okay."

"I thought you didn't drink a drop of alcohol." Banjue Gonpo said, "You didn't drink a drop at the banquet yesterday."

Fu Yanghe said: "Isn't this coming to your house? It's still according to your family's customs. It's true that I rarely drink alcohol."

Banjue Gonpo led him around without explaining to him. Only when he asked, Banjue Gonpo would answer.Talking less doesn't mean people are indifferent.

Fu Yanghe found that when Banjue Gonpo looked at him, there was something in his eyes.

He saw a kind of worship light in Banjue Gonpo's eyes.He has seen this kind of light too much. He has been bathed in this kind of light since he was a child, and then he grew up in this kind of light.He thought, probably Banjue Gonpo regards him as a teacher and dance master in his heart.

Needless to say, he was very pleased.

He took a few pictures with the camera and felt a little dizzy.

The strength of the last bowl of wine has finally come up.The first symptom is stuttering.

"This... how many rooms are there in total in this manor?"

"36 rooms. The place where we came out just now is the living room, and this is the scripture hall."

"This... this... so big." After saying this, Fu Yanghe laughed himself first, and said with a little embarrassment: "Drink...drink too much, I... I drink too much, I will... ...just stutter..."

Banjue Gonpo said: "It's a bit windy outside, why don't you go to my room to have a rest before shopping. I also have a lot of things in my study, maybe you will be interested."

Fu Yanghe made up his mind to talk less, just nodded, followed Banjue Gonpo around a few turns, and entered Banjue Gonpo's room.

The study and the bedroom in that room are connected, only there is a screen in the middle.Being dizzy but not drunk is the most comfortable time to drink. Fu Yanghe only felt that his feet were soft, but his body was light and warm from inside to outside, as if his whole body had been soaked in wine.He already had a coquettish and slut face, but now he has the color of wine, his brows and eyes are a little drunk, his lips are red, and his hair is long. For a moment, Banjue Gonpo felt that even the most beautiful girl in Kham was not like this...

So what, Banjue Gonpo felt stuck in his throat and couldn't say it. He only saw Fu Yanghe's eyes, like a pool of clear water.