That bastard has his baby in his stomach

Lhasa at the end of September has passed the rainy season, the sky is clear, and the beauty at an altitude of 9 meters is a mess.

The people in Lhasa are also very hospitable, holding snow-white khatas in their hands, and putting them on everyone who passes by and looks handsome. There is no way, these outsiders can see that there is no plateau red, and there is no sticker on Lhasa. Unique logo, so you can recognize it as soon as you recognize it.

Zhan Xiao took the snow-white khata on his body and was a little stunned: "Give it to me? I'm so popular." Before Qin Shao could explain, he saw the little girl stretching out her hand, and his English was very standard: "10 dollars. Thank you !welyouforing!" Zhan Xiao's face darkened, and Qin Shao couldn't help laughing out loud.Zhan Xiao was dark and dark, but he still couldn't help taking out the money, who told this to be a little girl, who told Master Zhan to be the most generous to women.

The little girl saw that Zhan Xiao had taken the bait, and then she wanted to put it on several other people. Qin Shao smiled and waved his hands, but he still couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the people of Lhasa. Finally, the four of them surrounded each other with a snow-white khata.

The four of them stayed in Lhasa for 7 days, and the expected altitude sickness did not appear on the noble son Zhan Xiao, but instead appeared on Zhao Pengxuan, a healthy and strong man.Zhao Pengxuan vomited in the hotel for 7 days.He didn’t even get out of the hotel. The hotel proprietress felt very sorry, and she only comforted him in broken Mandarin: “Oh, boy, why don’t you drink some of our buttered tea and keep it for safekeeping.” Zhao Pengxuan drank a lot that night, and ended up plugging in an oxygen bottle.Talk about a conversation to be catchy.Zhan Xiao looked at him and shook his head.Zhao Pengxuan gestured: "Go and play. I can't do it..." Zhan Xiao looked at him and laughed so hard that he burst into tears, he didn't have any public morality as a doctor: "Okay, I'm going, don't worry , I will travel all over for you, haha. Those two guys don’t know where to go to play.” Zhao Pengxuan waved his hand: “Get out of here, lest you mock me here. Get out! You quack doctor, even a doctor There is no cure for altitude sickness."

Zhan Xiao cut his voice: "Altitude sickness is a personal system problem, it has nothing to do with doctors, you can't do it!" Zhao Pengxuan threw a pillow: "Hurry up and get out!" Zhan Xiao went out with a smile.Calling Yao Zhengyu, Yao Zhengyu said that in Bajiao Street in front of the Jokhang Temple, Yao Zhengyu searched around, but couldn't find it. There were too many people and the scenery was too beautiful, so he went for a stroll by himself.

It's no wonder that Zhan Xiao couldn't find two people, these two people were not in the bustling commercial street, nor in the solemn palace.

Qin Shao and Yao Zhengyu originally wandered along Bajiao Street in Lhasa with the flow of people. Bajiao Street is not only a turnaround road, but also the largest commercial street in Lhasa. There are many shops on both sides, crowded with people, people who pass by, travel, and go shopping. , abound.

Yao Zhengyu is not a talkative person. Every time Qin Shao came out, he was in a bad mood, and he would not talk if he could not speak, so most of the time the two just walked, stop and go. Yao Zhengyu almost never took pictures. Qin Shao took a picture, took it back and showed it to Duan Xuan, but this time he didn't.So Yao Zhenyu couldn't help but think that something really happened to him this time.

When Yao Zhengyu came back to his senses, Qin Shao was already standing in front of a preacher. There were many people chanting and preaching on Bajiao Street, some of them were speaking for tourists, and some were just talking to themselves. Tourists would be surrounded, and Yao Zhengyu looked at the size of the large circle and thought that this lecture might be very powerful.It was surrounded by young people, young lovers.

The two stood in front of each other.The preacher was not as young as they thought, but an old man.The lines on his forehead could be the same as those of old years, but what he was talking about was love poems, and he was just holding a scripture in his hand, slowly turning it.Sitting peacefully on the futon.It is about Tsangyang Gyatso, the Sixth Dalai Lama of Tibet and the most romantic poet in Tibet.The old man spoke slowly, from the birth to the death of the [-]th Dalai Lama, slowly and solemnly, and none of the young spectators around thought he spoke slowly.

He was born in 1682 and died in 1706, living a total of 24 years.

In just 24 years, he became a living Buddha who is the only living Buddha in the world.

As a woman, she dared to be outspoken, loved, hated, angry, and disappointed, but she never regretted it.

The world is so big that Cangyang Gyatso alone did it!

For a woman, she abandoned her beliefs, wealth, and even her life, but she never regretted it.

The world is so big, only Tsangyang Gyatso is alone!

Cangyang Gyatso.

A poet, a love song, a legend. (Note [-])

The old man didn't hold any books in his hand, he just closed his eyes and said those poems seemed to be in his heart: Seeing and not seeing

You see or don't see me

I'm there

neither sad nor happy

you miss me or don't miss me

love is there

not coming or going

you love or don't love me

love is there

no increase or decrease

you follow or not follow me

my hand is in your hand

never give up

come into my arms

Or

let me live in your heart

love silently

Silent joy

……

The people around heard it well, but Qin Shao turned around and left, Yao Zhengyu followed behind him without calling him.Thinking that he didn't know that nerve was touched again.

Qin Shao's trip this time is really different from the past. When a few people are together, the smiles are obviously squeezed out.Yao Zhengyu patted him on the shoulder: "Qin Shao, we won't go out at night, you can go around by yourself, and buy any gifts you want."

Zhan Xiao also nodded: "Go, I'll give you one night tonight, don't be so depressed tomorrow!"

Zhao Pengxuan took down the oxygen tube: "Why are you depressed? There are so many beauties! You don't look good!"

Zhan Xiao slapped him across the face: "Suck your oxygen."

Zhao Pengxuan cut his voice and really went to suck it up again. There is no way to deal with altitude sickness. It cannot be considered as a plain, it doesn't matter if you are tall, strong, and in good health.Qin Shao patted him on the shoulder: "One more day to get used to it, if you are still like this tomorrow, we will go back." Zhao Pengxuan shook his head: "Don't worry about me! What are you supposed to do! I'll be fine tomorrow. Zhenyu's farewell! Never break your promise!" Yao Zhengyu looked at him and sighed: "It's okay, you. Let's talk when you get better. Qin Shao, you go. It's very cold at night, come back early." Qin Shao smiled at him: " I know."

After Qin Shao left, Zhan Xiao looked at Yao Zhengyu: "What's the matter with him? He's broken in love again?" Zhao Pengxuan began to cough and cough: "Hasn't he been used to it for a long time! Isn't he used to it with the Duan family? Zhan Xiao was also curious, and the two looked at Yao Zhengyu together.Yao Zhengyu didn't move at all, he was not good at words, if he didn't want to explain, there was absolutely no need to explain.Zhan Xiao saw that he couldn't open his mouth and cut: "No wonder you can wear a pair of pants like Qin Shao, it's just as annoying! Cut!"

Yao Zhengyu didn't care either. They played together since they were young. When they were in kindergarten, they wet their pants. The teacher often changed them into the wrong clothes. Heh, they really grew up wearing a pair of pants.I have long been used to it.Besides, he is not a gossip person, and he has nothing to gossip about.Qin Shao looked easy-going, but he was actually very strong. He said that he was right. In recent years, no one had opened a special case except for Duan Xuan.However, it is also a pity.The person he likes is as strong as he is.Duan Xuan is strong, Yao Zhengyu sees people very strangely, and always sees people differently.Everyone said that Duan Xuan was gentle and a gentleman.Her health is poor, and she wished she could be a sister Lin.But because of his poor health, Yao Zhengyu saw the strength of this person, and he came back to life time after time, and persisted time after time.Temperament is not rigid, but tough.There is a tenacity in the body, and it will never stop!Such a person is not weak in any way.There are even many places that are very similar to Qin Shao, who say what he says, and are thoughtful and assertive.The few of them grew up together. Although Duan Xuan didn't come out often because of his poor health, there were always times when they were together, and when they played together, this person's temperament was clear at a glance. Qin Shao always listened to him and couldn't tell. It is still the same opinion. In short, if these two people are just brothers, it is still very good.Like-minded.It's a pity, it's a pity that Qin Shao has unreasonable thoughts, but he is still very unreasonable!

Yao Zhengyu thought of what Qin Shao said when he came, and actually wanted to say it!Absolute news and gossip!Yao Zhengyu sighed and held back, don't bother him before the matter is settled, and besides, those two people don't want to listen at all!The two are looking at the photos, Zhan Xiao likes to take pictures, and takes pictures wherever he goes.If the technology is not up to the first level, it can still make do.So Zhao Pengxuan pointed at the painting beside him.

Yao Zhengyu looked at these two people, these two people are also strange enough, it is quite redundant for him to be here.Yao Zhengyu stood up and wanted to go outside.

It is really not a good time to come to Lhasa at this time. At the end of September, Lhasa started to get cold, and the temperature in the evening can reach below zero.Plus it was raining outside.Yao Zhengyu tightened his jacket, buttoned up his hat and went outside. It was better if it rained, and there would be fewer people.He really doesn't like the bustling crowd.

Yao Zhengyu met Qin Shao when he set foot on the Jokhang Temple again.Then I froze.

Bajiao Street in Lhasa is built around the Jokhang Temple.According to Tibetan Buddhists, a circle around the Jokhang Temple is called "turning the scriptures" to show worship to Sakyamuni Buddha enshrined in the Jokhang Temple.

This street is the most important route for Tibetan Buddhist believers to turn their scriptures. Every day, people who kowtow three steps and wait for their bodies to grow their heads come here.Yao Zhengyu knew all this, but he didn't expect that Qin Shao would also make a pilgrimage.In his opinion, Yao Zhengyu didn't know what to say, he was not a religious believer, so it was not easy to speak ill of others.He is definitely not here for a pilgrimage.Even if it is a pilgrimage, it will definitely not take three steps and one knock, but wait for the length of the body.

Yao Zhengyu stood aside and watched for a while, the wide Bajiao Street was already sparsely populated due to the rain.Qin Shao kowtowed on the long street three times and one at a time, equal length body, equal length body, in order to show devotion, in a posture of throwing five bodies to the ground.It was really too pious, Yao Zhengyu felt that he had a headache after standing for a while, and it would be silly to not die after knocking like this.Others brought their own mats anyway, but Qin Shao directly stamped his head on the bluestone slab. I don’t know how long he has been knocking on it. His head has already been smashed, and only dark red is left after being washed by the rain. the wound.Because he was wearing a jacket and black pants, he couldn't tell if there were any wounds on his body, but he knew that his body was not much better just by looking at the wound on his head.The five-body throwing body is the most pious and cruel way of prostration for those religious believers. Without any relaxation, it is more cruel than lying down by special forces.