[Entertainment] Chen Guang

As the winding mountain road went up, the altitude sickness became more and more obvious, and the noisy group of people in the car finally subsided.The driver went on a rampage with a perverted mentality of showing off his skills, and everyone who was fine was thrown out of work by him.

Song Zechen plugged his earphones expressionlessly. The people around him seemed to be suffering and retched several times. He put down his bag and found a garbage bag and handed it to the person. Song Zechen sent grateful eyes, although the other party thought that this person's eyes were twitching.

Song Zechen's first destination was the Potala Palace, which he had seen in his grandfather's travel album when he was young, blue sky and snow-capped mountains, sky and palace, man and god.

After resting at the hotel booked, fortunately, everyone I met so far can speak Chinese, which is standard Mandarin. Song Zechen's trip did not encounter a language crisis at the beginning, and it was considered smooth.

After receiving the tickets, Song Zechen followed the visitors between several buildings according to the gourd painting, and then gradually let go and acted on his own.Follow him for a while, he is afraid that he will be mistaken for a thief, after all, his behavior as a foreign country is always slightly different from others.

He stood under the Buddha statue with his eyebrows frowned, the earth, wood and stone floors within his sight were polished and smooth, and there were thin pearls shining under the light.

After staring at the floor for a long time, he slowly raised his eyes to look up at Baoxiang's majestic Buddha statue.

It's strange, he used to go to the temple to make a wish wherever he went, no matter the incense is prosperous or small, he has an inexplicable obsession in his heart.

May you be healthy, your family safe, your team successful and your members happy.

But at the moment, his whole body was bathed in sandalwood, his heart was empty and he was in a daze, and suddenly he didn't have any thoughts of praying.

Looking at the Buddha statue blankly, what is the expression of the Bodhisattva?

Compassionate, gentle, disdainful, contemptuous, pitiful...

He often guessed the other person's expression based on his own mood, but now he found that it was nothing but illusion.

Song Zechen turned his head and left without hesitating, taking a small step to visit the wall, and the monk he met by chance smiled at him, he stood still with his hands folded and bowed, and stepped out of the hall without hesitation.

The place he was most looking forward to in his heart was nothing more than that in his own eyes. The feeling of failed expectations made Song Zechen's heart empty. The plan to stay for a few more days ended early. He retired from the hotel and started wandering aimlessly .

But unfortunately, when he hiked to a new location again, he was embarrassed to find that there were no hotels around where he could stay, and his only choice was to stay overnight at a Tibetan home.

He cheekily knocked on a house, and it was a woman who opened the door. A child's head poked out from behind. His skin was sun-tanned, but his eyes revealed aura, and he looked at him curiously.

The hostess couldn't understand Chinese, and apologized to him to wait a moment, and she went to the back room to call out the only male host who could speak Chinese.

Song Zechen and the child who stopped at the same spot looked at each other speechlessly. The barrier language made them unable to communicate normally. The child was stunned and didn't know what expression to make. Song Zechen smiled at him friendlyly, and the child ran away immediately.

Song Zechen rubbed his face stiffly: Am I smiling so terribly?

With the host’s consent, Song Zechen successfully found a place to rest. The Tibetans are simple and enthusiastic, and they handed him a bowl of buttered tea as soon as he came up. Occasionally, when he went outside, whenever he saw him, he wanted to stuff him with some fruit or side dishes. , which made him extremely embarrassed, and the host tried every means to push back when giving the money. With this calculation, he was completely eating for nothing.

So he had the opportunity to contract the laborious work at home, such as chopping firewood and burning fire, etc. It can be said that he basically lit up other skills except herding cattle and sheep.One camera is a perfect transnational city protagonist country metamorphoses.

Occasionally, he passed by a child who was creating and caught a glimpse of a white-faced ghost with a pair of muscular arms in the painting. He had a reasonable reason to be painting him...

Early in the morning, he planned to go to a large lake a few kilometers away to take pictures, but Song Zechen got up and fell back hard when he opened his eyes.

He was over the top.

Dizziness and shortness of breath, all thoughts have long since dissipated, and the whole body is focused on the word "uncomfortable".He gasped for breath, his voice was noisy and chaotic in his eardrums.The upside-down dizziness made the ceiling twist like a black hole in his eyes, forgetting the confusion of where he was.

For the first time when Song Zechen grew up, he was in so much pain that tears were about to flow out. He was holding on to the wooden board beside the bed. The tiny wooden thorns had pricked him in pain, but at this moment he was unconscious, and blood oozes and solidifies at his fingertips.

The child was the first to enter the room and found that something was wrong with him, so he hurriedly called his father over.With the help of the hostess, Song Zechen was sent to a small hospital at the foot of the mountain. He was hung up with water, inhaled oxygen, and vomited stomach acid in the bathroom. He had never experienced the illusion that he was about to die here to fully experience it.

Now when he returned to his residence, there was nothing he could do to help. The family of three treated him like fragile porcelain. If Song Zechen hadn't tried his best to stop him, he might have to stage a show with the big and round male master. It is a warm and touching idol drama that loves deep rain before the hospital bed and feeds intimately.

After a few days, his stomach was empty, and Song Zechen's mouth was so pale that not a single blade of grass could grow and he lost his sense of taste.

All the taste buds on the tongue are clamoring for a sentence——

I'm hungry!I want to eat meat!

Who would have thought that the family he stayed with was a Buddhist believer, a vegetarian all the year round, with a rare light taste.

He ate steamed buns, potatoes, etc. for three days in a row. It was not difficult for him when he was healthy, but he was abnormal all his life, which caused him to miss meat dishes crazily.

Originally, he could sneak out to find a small restaurant to eat, but after the high rebellion, he was not much different from a useless person, and he was ordered to recuperate, and it was best not to go anywhere.

The host's child happened to come back from the outside, holding a white flour bun in his hand, perhaps because Song Zechen's eyes were too resentful and intense, he ran up to Song Zechen.

Song Zechen rekindled his hope, he should treat meat with respect as long as there is even a little bit of possibility.

He tried his best to express his meaning, rubbed his belly with his hands in the air, and drew the shape of a piece of meat in the air.

The child hesitated for a long time, and reluctantly handed him the steamed bun in his hand, so he saw the face of the little white-faced brother on the opposite side, who was even more ashamed to the naked eye.

But something was better than nothing, and his stomach was already protesting badly.Song Zechen grabbed a white flour steamed bun and tore off a small piece, retching and stuffing it into his mouth, with an expression like he was swallowing a sheep raw.

The little boy thought this person was really strange, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and smiled innocently, so innocently mocking that it seemed like he was slapping Song Zechen on the face.

Song Zechen gritted his teeth and tried again unwillingly. He stretched out his arm, pretending to take a bite, and pointed outside.

This time he felt that what he meant was very clear. He just wanted the child to take him outside to eat some meat. Why is it so difficult.

Fortunately, the child understood this time, and he slapped his head and grabbed his clothes to lead the way.Song Zechen immediately set off with no soreness in his waist or pain in his legs, and he was full of energy. The power of food made him full of energy.

The child took him around, came to a small shop, helped him order, and wiped the oil on the table with a piece of paper, smiling cutely at him, Song Zechen looked at him now as if he was looking at his own life-saving The benefactor, the gaze is full of affection, and it continues until the proprietress brings the bowl——

A bowl of steaming pork trotters...

Song Zechen looked at his arm, then at the pig's trotters in the bowl, and then at the innocently smiling child across the way, wondering if the person opposite was black and white.

Obviously the most meat here is beef and mutton, but the child insisted on finding a pig's trotter shop after he compared his own arm. Is this intentional or intentional?

Although they didn't speak the same language, the kid was trying to tease him with his pig's trotter while holding back his smile.

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated.

Song Zechen took a deep breath, took a bite angrily and decided to endure the humiliation.

Satisfied with the last sip of the thick soup, he took the child's hand and walked on the side of the road, turned into a small shop and bought a bunch of candied haws and handed it to him. Anyway, the other party couldn't understand Chinese, so he talked Korean with the duck. , occasionally mixed with exclusive Chinese nouns that I don’t know how to translate: “Thank you.”

The child gnawed on the outer layer of sugar skin to reveal the hawthorn, and was sipping the sour taste with the tip of his tongue. He didn't lift his head when he heard Song Zechen's voice: "What kind of birdsong, I don't want to hear it."

Song Zechen was not frustrated. After holding back for a long time, the iceberg sometimes becomes a chatterbox: "Hey, let me tell you, you look very much like one of my older brothers, but you are a little darker than him. I can't understand what you say, I don’t know how your expression skills are, but he can speak. Sigh, the world is so big, everything is possible, right, Jin Nanjun from Tibet?”

The child was shaken by Song Zechen's hand. The candied haws in his hand did not control the strength well, and several marks rolled on his face. He drew his hand indifferently and stood still. Under Song Zechen's suspicious eyes, he turned to him coldly He rolled his eyes, and continued to eat hard, as if nothing had ever happened.

Song Zechen: "..."

He felt that he might have misunderstood him. This person should be more like a combination of Min Yunqi from the Tibetan area and Jin Shuozhen from the Tibetan area.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and his heart felt relaxed and open. This place is much more pleasing to the eye than the steel forest in Seoul.

"Where are you going?" The child finished eating one of the candied haws, and was finally willing to give the people around him a look.

Song Zechen's language learning ability is very strong. After staying for several days, he mastered short daily Tibetan language, so he understood what the child said.

"I don't know, maybe go to the northwest, anyway, I don't want to go back to Seoul, it's a sad place, the people I like are not there, it's really boring."

The people around him bowed their heads and continued to eat candied haws: they spoke the bird language again, and Smecta went back and forth.

They maintain an eerie peace along the way, or pretend that each other doesn't exist at all.One talked, one ate, one confided, and one listened. Song Zechen babbled about the sadness in his heart. The boy happened to finish eating a whole bunch of candied haws. He wiped it with Song Zechen's handkerchief. At a loss, he made a laundry action.

"It's okay." Song Zechen rubbed the top of his hair, "It's finally a little childish."

"I met a little living Buddha before, and he said that what I want will always be solved. I think carefully about what I want, and I think I want everyone to be happy. But I don't know whether it is a burden or a joy for everyone to walk together. .Is your Living Buddha accurate? I really hope he is accurate."

He goes on talking, he goes on eating.

The little boy only understood "Living Buddha", and answered Song Zechen very seriously: "You believe it."

"Really?" Song Zechen shrugged.

Ding dong.

Is it a gift from the Buddha?

The mobile phone prompts the sound.

Text message from Kim Tae-jung:

"Let's go on a trip together."