Tropical Highway

The two bottles of glucose and oxygen played a role. After eating the yak meat rice noodles that You Zhen bought from outside at noon, Zhai Lan's face obviously returned to rosy.

When the needle was removed, the nurse repeatedly reminded me not to run or jump, and to rest if I felt uncomfortable.The plateau is no different than other places, Zhai Lan is not from this place, it is normal for the climate to be unacclimatized, but you must deal with the situation carefully, otherwise it may lead to serious consequences.She talked a lot, and it sounded like a nagging, Zhai Lan remembered with one ear but not the other.

Next to you is really more careful than him, and while listening, he also typed in the memo on his mobile phone: "Well, okay, okay, I see..."

"Your brother is really hardworking." The nurse finally smiled at them, "Okay, Tibet is beautiful and fun, just be careful and don't waste the rare time to travel!"

I don't know why her enthusiasm was still the phrase "brother", Zhai Lan thanked you embarrassedly, and then followed You Zhen out of the hospital.

They cuddled up to each other for only a few minutes, and strange thoughts grew quietly in the sunshine.Zhai Lan was always two steps behind You Zhen, and after a while, he realized that it was the first time he calmly mentioned his father's departure, so what would You Zhen think?I think he is just healing, it's no big deal.

Pen pals, music fans, fellow countrymen I met on the road, now adding a fellow sufferer will not change much.

But there is always something different.

In contemporary society, strangers can maintain communication for several years without meeting each other. It is no longer difficult to get the WeChat or phone number of a long-lost person, but even if two people fill up all the channels that can talk, If anyone avoids deliberately, he can also disappear in the information network.

He doesn't have Youzhen's QQ, WeChat, or phone, but he and Youzhen can understand each other's expressions, even if they are subtle enough.

Between them, at least until now, there is no need to use some form to confirm the process of acquaintance.Zhai Lan has no doubt that even if they don't have any contact information, they can still meet for the second or third time.

He is the one who can hear You Zhen's beating, and You Zhen may have thought the same thing as him.

"What are you laughing at?" You Zhen turned his head, "So happy to be discharged from the hospital after the infusion?"

Zhai Lan was caught off guard and saw a smile all over his face, so he quickly restrained himself, shaking his head like a rattle, and the next second, he clutched his temple and said dizzy: "Hey, I can't do it..."

"If you don't feel comfortable, you should refrain from doing actions that may make you rebellious, and take it easy." You Zhen pinched the back of Zhai Lan's neck.

The movements are skillful, as if pinching a cat.

Zhai Lan thought of the cow cat in "Holiday" that always squatted on the sofa and slept in the dark, and made a substitute for himself in his mind, and then thought about the size of the cow cat...

"Don't pinch me!" Zhai Lan muttered, "I'm not a cat."

You really don't turn your head away.

"I know you heard me!"

The person in front directly blew a brisk whistle, and Zhai Lan's hair was full of black lines.

The rice noodles I ate in the hospital are just to fill my stomach, so I still have to eat them for lunch.You Zhen found a small restaurant and had some solid food with Zhai Lan. After seeing two o'clock, he announced his departure slowly.

"Where are you going?" Zhai Lan still remembered what he said the day before, "Where did you say you were taking me yesterday?"

"Well, I'll take you to see something different."

The "different" that You Zhen said is in Sera Monastery, which is located at the northern end of Lhasa City and stands beside the mountain.When arriving by bus, what is more eye-catching than the building is the red-robed lama swimming like a fish inside the gate.

"There are more people than I imagined." Zhai Lan was a little surprised that this place he had never heard of had so many tourists, "What kind of place is this?"

You Zhen didn't tell the truth, and kept it mysterious: "Follow me and go inside."

This day is also sunny, but not as brilliant and brilliant as the day before when the sun illuminated the golden dome of the Jokhang Temple.

There are clouds in the blue sky, lowly covering the top of the mountain, moss seems to grow on the rocks, and the brown-yellow color is deepened by the blazing heat, as if the light has been absorbed into the land, and the temperature has become the nourishment of the grass.

They bought tickets, and Zhai Lan took a map from the tour guide.However, he soon discovered that the map was redundant. This Yellow Sect temple was full of mysteries. Knowing about history or the past could help them see more things clearly. They could walk aimlessly and encounter a surprise.

The building is tall, white reveals the holiness of the place of practice, the window frames are dark, and the bright yellow lattice is set off.After walking two steps, Zhai Lan suddenly found what he thought was inappropriate. Why did so many people come in and disappear at the door?

You Zhen guessed what Zhai Lan wanted to ask, and gave an answer beforehand: "Come with me."

He looked down at the time, then his expression changed, he muttered "it's too late", grabbed Zhai Lan's wrist and hurried towards a certain direction.Skin to skin, warming up all the way.

After crossing the steps and crossing a small path, there were more monks immediately, You Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he had stumbled into the right place by mistake.

Going around from an old tree to the rear, the field of vision immediately widened.

The white wall turned into a red wall, gravel covered the entire ground, and tree shadows were mottled.The monks of Sera Monastery gathered in this small place. They held crimson cushions and threw them on the ground casually, in groups of three or four, or in pairs, discussing something with their heads down, and took off their robes and tied them around their waists between.

Before Zhai Lan understood what they were doing, a monk among the two closest to him suddenly stood up.

The person standing up danced, as if asking a question to the person sitting down. He spoke a language that Zhai Lan could not understand, cadenced and full of passion, sometimes chanting generously and sometimes murmuring in a low voice.In the end, the monk laughed loudly, clapped his hands vigorously and ended his speech with a crisp "pop".

After he was quiet, he sat with his head bowed in thought, and after a while, he narrated his insights at a slow speed.

"Are they... arguing about something?" Zhai Lan saw a clue.

You Zhen took a sip of water: "Well, this is the debate of the Sera Monastery."

"Debate? So intense?"

"Actually, I don't understand." You Zhen grabbed two handfuls of his dark green hair indiscriminately, "But, how should I put it, with so many people watching, they are still immersed in their practice, which feels quite... amazing .”

Zhai Lan didn't say a word, and after a long time, he nodded silently.

He saw the sun in full bloom, and the traces of the previous clouds had dissipated in the blue sky.The wind passes through the leaves and fragrant cloth, sending out a string of fine, rattling melodies.

The Sutra Debating Field seems to be isolated from the world, but there are tourists coming and going all around, and it seems to be surrounded by the world of mortals.Monks have established behaviors. Those who stand ask questions and those who sit down answer, or one person asks questions and the others answer.They clapped their hands, chanted sutras, occasionally expressed excitement, and there were also meaningful silences.

The imaginary monastery is always accompanied by blue lanterns, the sound of rain and the lonely long smoke. At the Sera Monastery at the northern end of Lhasa, Zhai Lan saw the most shocking "Buddha" discourse so far.

Bright and grand, noisy and primitive, movement and stillness, confusion and speculation, all rise together with the scorching sun on the gravel field.

Not far away, the loud discussions of the monks, the whispered conversations of the tourists, the wind chimes rolling, and the clacking sound of the prayer wheel being brushed, flooded into the eardrums, and the vibration reached the sinking sea of ​​consciousness.

It was obviously very noisy, but Zhai Lan felt that this was the most peaceful afternoon for him in half a year.

He didn't think about anything, just sat on a step and watched those debates.Until five o'clock, the monk put on his robe, picked up the mat and walked away. From the beginning to the end, Zhai Lan was an outsider.

But this "acting like no one else" made the tip of his tongue tingle, as if the past two hours had become a practice for him.

After leaving the debate, the topic continued, You Zhen asked him, "What did you think just now?"

"Blank." Zhai Lan said, racking his brains for adjectives, "I don't understand a word, but I can tell from their expressions that they are very immersed..."

"You are also very immersed." You Zhen smiled, "You can't see your expression, it's very serious."

Zhai Lan said "ah": "No way."

You Zhen stretched out his thumb and forefinger to form a simple small frame, put it in front of his eyes, and aimed at Zhai Lan's face: "Next time I will definitely take a picture with my mobile phone... Zhai Lan, are you so serious when you do the questions? "

He was at a loss: "What is the problem?"

"A primary school bully in the mathematics department." You Zhen reminded him, "Forget it, 140 in mathematics in the college entrance examination."

Zhai Lan: "..."

His embarrassment fell into You Zhen's eyes, and it was very cute. You Zhen smiled and said, "Okay, I won't tease you, I really think that people who are good at math are amazing—do you guess how much math I got in the college entrance examination?"

It sounded like a topic that would only be discussed among children, Zhai Lan refused to comment: "Mathematics in the college entrance examination cannot represent everything."

"That's right." You Zhen stretched his waist, "The weather is really nice——"

"Hey, that person doesn't seem to be able to lift things!"

As soon as the words fell, You Zhen turned his head, and felt Zhai Lan who was beside him rushing forward.His eyes moved accordingly, and he saw Zhai Lan helping a monk in red to hug the precarious box that almost slipped.

The monk is about 50 years old and wears a pair of glasses. He and Zhai Lan put the box on the ground to study.

When You Zhen walked over, he heard Zhai Lan scratching a certain corner, and said regretfully, "Ah, it's broken here, no wonder I couldn't pick it up just now... Are you okay? Did it hit you just now?"

"I'm fine." The monk smiled, "Thank you, young man."

Zhai Lan said "a small matter", thinking that this was the end, turned to You Zhen and was about to propose to leave, but the monk opened another pocket and took out a few small round potatoes from it.

"For me?" Zhai Lan couldn't believe it.

The small potatoes were baked in the firepit, and the outer shell was almost as brittle as paper, and it fell off when rubbed with your hands.Zhai Lan was not very good at rejecting the other party's kindness, but when he took it closer and smelled a waxy and sweet fragrance, he immediately became hungry.

He left two, and gave the others to You Zhen: "Try it, it smells so good!"

The small potatoes on the plateau are much more delicious than those in the mainland. To put it an exaggeration, they are almost not the same variety, and they can taste the unique sweetness of starch.Roasted for a few hours, no salt, no chili, no seasoning, it melts in the mouth, returning to the original texture of the food, the taste is simple, but it is so fragrant that it almost swallows the tongue.

"It's really delicious!" Zhai Lan thanked the monk again, looked at the box, and said, "Do you want to move this to the back house, or should we help you?"

The monk stared at him, his deep eyes revealed a gleam of wisdom: "Thank you."

You Zhen naturally has no objection to helping others. The box is not big, but because it missed the bottom, two people still need to hug each other to move forward smoothly.They followed the red-robed monk. On the way, the other party asked them where they were from and where they wanted to go, and recommended several temples in Lhasa.

"The peach blossoms in Pabangka are already in bloom. If you want to stay longer in Lhasa, it's worth a visit." After the monk said this with a smile, they just stopped in front of a small white two-story building, "I'm here, thank you very much you."

Di Lan was about to be polite, when the monk took out a small gold coin from his bosom and gave it to him: "After leaving Lhasa, may the wind bring my blessings to you."

The black door opened, and two young monks carried the box into the house.After they came out, they whispered a few words to the red-robed old man again, and saluted Zhai Lanyouzhen silently, saying "thank you" in accented Chinese.

After the red robe entered the door, Zhai Lan was still in a daze in the sunlight, the echo of those words lingered in his ears.

"Who is that?" You Zhen asked the young monk who was still at the door.

The monks who were only about ten years old shyly wrapped up their robes: "That is a Rinpoche from our monastery. He has a good heart and the scriptures he copied are in the box. You helped him, and he thanked you very much. We I will also pray for the two of you..."

Later, You Zhen talked with the monk about something, but Zhai Lan stopped listening.

He spread out his hands, and the vajra with only the length of the little finger was lying on the palm.

The author says:

Debating the scriptures is really interesting, but I can't understand it. At that time, I thought emmm was very noisy (uneducated.jpg