early morning twilight

05

The car drove past Si Ye slowly and headed towards the other end of Baisha Lake.

There are almost no scenic spots and parking lots that are circled and charged on the Pamirs.

But the soliciting masters will spontaneously park the car in an open place, waiting for the guests who check in and enjoy themselves.

There are often tourists who get off the car and walk on this road, so Jin Zhongshan drives very slowly.

In the rearview mirror, Si Ye was still standing at the place where he got off the car, with his head lowered, his hands covering the hood of his cotton coat, not knowing what he was doing.

The cotton padded coat looked a little big on Si Ye's body, which made his legs even more slender.

As the car drove, Si Ye's figure became smaller and smaller, almost blending into the snow mountain behind him.

Jin Chongshan withdrew his gaze and glanced at the mobile phone beside him.

Just now he forgot to tell Siye that before heading towards Baisha Lake, he could look back.

Behind the place where he parked is the majestic and majestic snow-capped mountains.

Although snow-capped mountains can be seen everywhere on the Karakoram Highway, not many are so close.

Most of the guests he brought would rush to the Baisha Lake in front of them when they got off the car, missing the wonderful scenery behind them.

He picked up his phone and was about to send a voice call when a car came from behind and urged him to drive faster.

He put the phone back.

Si Ye stood in the strong wind for a while, barely suppressing his swelling emotions.

Just as he was about to move forward, a stronger wind blew in the direction of Baisha Mountain.

He subconsciously closed his eyes and turned around to avoid them. When he opened them again, his field of vision had been forced to fill up with the snow-capped mountains in front of him.

"Fuck me..."

At this moment, the uneasiness caused by Jin Zhongshan suddenly dissipated.

What surges in my heart is the vastness and calmness of being in the magnificent world.

He stared at the snow-capped mountain, stepping back step by step until his eyes began to feel sore.

What dissipated was not only the emotions about Jin Zhongshan, but also the fear and pain accumulated for half a year.

——And this is just the first stop on the Pamirs.

The corners of Si Ye's lips curled into a relaxed arc, and he turned and walked towards Baisha Lake.

The road slopes downwards and turns around the lake.

But when people are on the road, they can't see the bend, as if walking down like this, the quiet lake ends at the end.

Si Ye walked faster and faster, and then almost ran.

During his running, Baisha Lake gradually embraced him as if welcoming him.

Under a clear sky, the lake is blue-green.

The Baisha mountain in the center of the lake is shining with silver light, but it casts a light gray shadow in the water.

Si Ye looked down at it, and a familiar feeling surged in his chest.

Tourists have walked down the wooden ladder to the lake, stepping on the snow and frost that does not melt even in summer.

He also went down.

The closer you are to the lake, the stronger the wind.

Ai Yi is taking pictures of the female tourists.

Some herdsmen lead yaks, and the yaks are decorated with complicated decorations. A group photo costs 20 yuan per person.

Si Ye stayed away from the hustle and bustle and walked alone by the lake.

He regretted that he didn't bring professional equipment. The entry-level camera really couldn't capture the best of the best.

But even with the best equipment, I am afraid that this lake and this mountain cannot be photographed.

Baisha Lake is actually named after Baisha Mountain.

People come here especially for the name of Baisha Mountain.

But what he loves more is the lake.

It was so quiet that the wind was blowing so hard he couldn't keep his eyes open.

The lake is always quiet, only the small white waves rolled up on the shore.

He stared at it, and it seemed to stare at him.Emotionless, indifferent, but all-encompassing.

Just like...

Si Ye was startled suddenly, his eyes widened slightly.

He understood where that familiar feeling came from.

Jin Chongshan.

The color of the lake water is very similar to Jin Chongshan's eyes.

Not pure blue-green, but with a hint of gray.

Gray is not beautiful, and most of the time it gives people a sense of depression.

Overwhelmed by excessive vitality, it is like dust, like years and years, like a gully on the back of a snow-capped mountain that cannot be illuminated.

But it is the most common color on the vast plateau.

Hidden among the beautiful blue sky, white clouds and silver snow-capped mountains, it is everywhere.

There was the rustling sound of Xueshuang being trampled on behind him, Si Ye thought other tourists were coming, put away his thoughts and turned around, but saw another lake.

"Brother Jin..."

Jin Chongshan gave him the padded jacket, and at this time he was only wearing a motorcycle jacket over the black T.

Everyone by the lake was dressed in bloated clothes, and Jin Zhongshan's wildness and freedom became the scenery in Siye's eyes.

"are not you cold?"

Jin Chongshan came to him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at Baisha Lake with him.

"Fortunately."

Si Ye wanted to take off the padded jacket and return it to others, but Jin Chongshan just saw him take off his hood and said, "Put it on."

"……Oh."

The yak riding side became more and more lively, and Aiyi simply danced the Uyghur dance.

Si Ye wanted to chat, "Brother Jin, why are you down?"

"come and see."

"..."

Si Ye would be too lazy to talk to someone else.

But with Jin Chongshan, I can't say why, he is willing to be the one who finds the topic.

"Look at Baisha Lake?"

"Ok?"

"You bring guests here every three days, and Xiao Yang said he's tired of seeing them."

After a while, Jin Chongshan shook his head, "Just take a look when you pass by."

The calm tone was like callused fingers, plucking notes on Siye's heartstrings.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly leaned over and leaned in front of Jin Chongshan.

Jin Chongshan looked down at him.

The lake seems to hang upside down in the sky.

"Your eyes are another white sand lake."

Jin Chongshan remained silent, but his gaze seemed to deepen.

"Really, I found out just now." Si Ye turned back and looked at the lake again, "It's still calm and charming."

He never thought of describing Jin Chongshan as "charming".

But those two words came out so naturally.

His heart trembled, and he subconsciously glanced at Jin Chongshan from the corner of his eye.

Jin Chongshan's expression was still indifferent, as if he was unmoved, but also seemed to tolerate his slip of the tongue acquiescingly.

They were the first to get back to the car.

Si Ye took off the padded jacket and held it in his arms.

Jin Chongshan pointed to the thermos.

He understood, but the water poured into the lid of the cup was actually hot, unlike last time.

Keep in good health?

Jin Chongshan said: "Don't drink cold water when you just go to the plateau."

"Oh." Si Ye held the lid of the cup, finished it as fast as he could, and returned the bottle to Jin Chongshan, only to see someone unscrew a bottle of Coke.

"..."

Are you out of health?

"I'm not a tourist."

Si Ye felt that there was a slight smile in Jin Chongshan's eyes when he said this, it was light, but it was by no means an illusion.

At this time, a ray of sunlight sprinkled directly on the lake, passing a bright arc.

After the tourists all came back, the car started.

Everyone shared photos in high spirits and charged their mobile phones. It was only then that Si Ye remembered that he hardly touched the DSLR, but just took a few pictures with his mobile phone.

But he has no regrets.

The lake was beside him, and he took away the quiet lake.

The altitude continues to climb, and when the car is circling on the mountain, you can even see the wind blowing a large amount of snow and dust.

Although Jin Chongshan doesn't like words, he is a qualified master.

The scenery of the Pamirs is all on the road without any signs. It is difficult for first-timers to find the best shooting spots by themselves.

Jin Chongshan parked at every "wild" spot and waited patiently for the guests to take pictures.

Si Ye is always the last one to get out of the car, closing the car door with Jin Chongshan one behind the other.

He did it on purpose.

They stood on the cliff, the straight road below was like a thin line, the sky was close in front of them, and the clouds almost passed by.

The wind was too strong, and the wind whistled. Siye grabbed his hood and walked forward in silence, but he didn't hear the whistle from behind.

Suddenly, someone hugged his shoulders from behind, and an irresistible force pushed him to the cliff.

He held his breath instinctively, and when he smelled the heat from that person's body, he believed for no reason that he was absolutely safe.

The cliff road is very narrow, but a small piece of land on the edge of the cliff is enough for a dozen people.

An off-road vehicle passed by them, Si Ye turned around, and the hood fell off Jin Zhongshan's shoulder and neck.

"Brother Jin."

Jin Chongshan casually pulled up his hood, helped him put it on, and said in a deep voice, "Look at the road."

Si Ye smiled and followed Jin Zhongshan, "Thank you, Brother Jin."

"Ah."

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, but the sky was still bright.

The night in Ta County will not fall until after eleven o'clock, and they still have a long time to wander on the plateau.

Towering snow-capped mountains rushed towards them from a distance.

It was rare for Jin Chongshan to speak.

"That's Muztagh, the father of glaciers, and the symbol of the Pamirs."

"Below it is Karakuri Lake. When the weather is good, the mountain is completely reflected in the lake. The weather is good today."

"To the north of it is Gonger Peak, which all belong to the Karakoram Mountains."

"K[-], the second highest mountain in the world."

The car drove and stopped, and the guests got out of the car excitedly and returned with admiration.

Si Ye would say "wow" at first - he had never seen so many and such spectacular snow-capped mountains.

Later, it gradually calmed down.

He began to understand why these mountains were regarded as sacred mountains by the frontier people.

When you stand in front of it, you will indeed have a feeling of being purified.

Depression, struggle, and fear seem to be covered by snow that never melts all year round.

You are newborn.

You have the courage to move forward.

As the sun moves to the west, the white light changes to golden light.

Jin Chongshan parked the car at the last "wild" check-in point before entering Taxian County.

They stood at a high position, with a flat and open wilderness in front of them.

In summer, pastures are plentiful, but compared to the vast fields, they are as small as crawling in the dirt.

Only the high mountains at the end of the wilderness can give the wilderness the undulating lines.

Si Ye looked at the world without blinking, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Brother Jin." He called without looking sideways.

Another voice, "Brother Jin."

Jin Chongshan was taking pictures for tourists, and came over after hearing it, "What's the matter?"

Si Ye raised his right hand, "Look."

Jin Zhongshan: "Yes."

"There is no life in the wilderness." Si Ye's mind was very empty, and he didn't understand what he was talking about.

But the words came out like this, without passing through the brain, but passing through the hot heart.

Jin Chongshan turned to look at him, "Why?"

"It has no ups and downs, like a straight heartbeat, isn't it lifeless?"

Si Ye inhaled the wind with the smell of pasture and ice, and his heart beat even more violently.

"But those mountains make it come alive. The rolling, the high and the low."

"The wilderness runs to the mountains. If there are no mountains, it will have no home."

Si Ye turned to Jin Zhongshan with such a calm expression, as if he was just telling an objective fact.

He really doesn't bring much personal emotion.

He said, see you soon.

"The mountains make the wilderness undulate, and the mountains are the heartbeat of the wilderness."