Museum of the Dead

Lama means "Shangren" in Tibetan, and is a respectful title for the elders of Tibetan Buddhism.

Fei Yan had only heard of this word in tongue twisters similar to "a lama came from the south with a five-jin sole in his hand", so he surrounded the crowd out of curiosity.

"Be careful." Yin Lu'an reminded Fei Yan, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, which seemed to be in his arms at first glance.

Fei Yan let him move, all his mind was on a lama in front of him.

Han people only account for [-]% of the crowd, and most of them are tourists. The rest are devout Buddhist disciples and Tibetan people. They come here to pay their respects and feel the sanctity and reincarnation of life.

The young lama was explaining the meaning of the sky burial to the travelers in Chinese, and the people around him were listening very seriously, and there were few smiling faces.

After all, the ceremony that will start soon is a sky burial, and the atmosphere will not be lively.

"Boss..." Fei Yan called softly, "Look, is there a QR code over there?" There is also a QR code beside the Lama Gang, and after scanning it, a public account about sky burial knowledge will appear.

The last time I paid at a Haagen-Dazs shop, I just taught Yinlu how to install a QR code.

"Do you want to sweep?"

"Okay!" Fei Yan stretched out his hand, "Let me sweep it for you! My position is good."

Yin Luan took out her mobile phone, this time it was the same one as Fei Yan.Fei Yan took it, unlocked the combination lock, and clicked on WeChat.

Yes, scanning the QR code is just an excuse, his real purpose is to see what the curator's note was for him...

After opening WeChat, Fei Yan glanced over - he didn't see his name in the list.

Shouldn't it be, the WeChat I just added yesterday has been deleted so quickly?

He pretended to scan the QR code, and "accidentally" slid down the list, but he still didn't see his name.

"Wait a minute, someone is scanning in front of you." Fei Yan lied without blushing, and simply checked the curator's Wechat.

Then, he saw it in the first few lists——someone named "Yanyan Xiaocuti".

Fei Yan's face suddenly burned up, and his expression was a little unnatural.

This "cute Yanyan", could it be me...

It should be me, the avatar is exactly like me...

His profile picture is an orange cat. He accidentally saw this orange cat when he was a paparazzi, and he thought it was cute, so he took a picture of it.

In the end, he patronizes teasing the cat and loses the star. The task is not completed, and he is scolded by Lao Diao.

"Brother, why is your face so red!" Qin Feng said carelessly, and then he was a little worried, "It can't be altitude sickness! Are you uncomfortable? Are you sick?"

Fei Yan was guilty of being a thief, and after being startled by Qin Feng, he hurriedly said: "It's okay... I just... got sunburned."

Seeing that his face was indeed unnaturally red, Yin Luan immediately handed him a pill: "Do you want to take another one?"

Fei Yan shook his head, "No...it's okay, I'm fine." The real reason for blushing made it difficult for him to tell, and it also prevented him from speaking directly to the curator's face.

But... the curator is really...

How could you give him such a note?Could it be... Could it be...

Thinking back to the events of the previous two years, and the words "I want to be your relative" in the orphanage last night, Fei Yan was stunned for a while, and all the viscera, six internal organs, two channels, seven emotions and six desires suddenly became clear... …

Mr. Curator, you should like him.

Fuck... this is really... a big secret.

Fei Yan's entire back began to burn, and he felt that the mobile phone in his palm was like a red-hot iron block - he didn't know where to put his hands, the heat was so steaming that his whole body was almost boiling!

How to do!

The curator likes me!

Do I reject it or accept it?

Fei Yan was a little conflicted, he couldn't bear to refuse, Yin Lu'an had rescued him many times, and the two of them were considered life-and-death friends, and he personally gave him a barbecue, bought him ice cream, and said he wanted to be his relative...

relatives?

Fei Yan finally understood that Yin Lu'an meant relatives—so it meant lovers.

Fuck!What should I do!

a little...a little heartbeat...

Fei Yan stared at Yin Luan's face, his heart beating non-stop.Fuck!Why is today's curator so handsome all of a sudden!

His eyes are very indifferent, but when he only looks at himself, there is always a kind of sparkle in them, even shining; his nose is very straight, even more straight than the plaster sculptures usually used for sketching; his Lips, very thin, nice lip shape...

Fei Yan's eyes were on the curator's lips, and he never moved away.

Yin Lu'an naturally felt this eager gaze, he looked at each other, his lips opened and closed, "What's wrong? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Fuck!How come the sound is so nice!

Fei Yan felt that he was about to drown in Yin Luan's voice, and he suddenly felt that the curator met all his requirements for a spouse.

Could it be... Is he really gay?

"Hmm..." Fei Yan lowered his head, his tone suddenly became shy, "Hand...mobile phone...I'll give you the mobile phone..."

This time even Li Xiaole felt strange: "You...your face...is so red...how about...take a break..."

Fei Yan: "..." Was he really so obvious?

Then he turned his back to the three of them and strode forward, leaving only a pair of flushed ears...

After Qin Feng and Li Xiaole looked at each other, they whispered behind them: "If you feel uncomfortable, take a break... We really don't laugh at you..."

Yin Lu'an stood there without moving, and in his palm was the mobile phone that Fei Yan had just handed to him.

not right...

Yin Lu'an lit up her phone, and was stunned when she saw the WeChat interface.He stared at the fleeing back of the person in front of him, and suddenly understood something.

The curator walked in a hurry, he caught up with Xiao Feiyan, who was several meters away from him, and wrapped his powerful arm around the opponent's neck from behind.

Fei Yan is still brainwashing himself: "You are a human being, he is a ghost, you people and ghosts have different paths, you will definitely not have a good result...you will not have a good result...he is not handsome, and you don't like it either. He's... yes, you're an emotionless reporter, you don't like anybody... you don't—"

He was still muttering on his side, and he felt a warmth on his back and neck.

Then he felt the head curator's mouth directly touch his ears, a tingling sensation as if electrified, and the hot breath hitting the back of the ears, itching so badly.

Then a deep and pleasant voice sounded beside his ear: "You saw it."

It's an affirmative tone.

Feeling guilty, Fei Yan pretended to be stupid considering the consequences, but at this moment, being hugged by the curator from behind, he was so nervous that he stuttered like Li Xiaole: "No... I didn't watch it..."

Yin Luan smiled softly in his ear.

Fei Yan felt that the laughter was like a feather, scratching his ears, and he just wanted to go up and rub it hard to stop the itching, and it was like a bunch of fireworks, after it exploded in his mind, he couldn't think rationally.

"I haven't said what to watch? You just say you didn't watch..." Yin Lu'an's laughter stopped, but there was still a smile in his tone. He almost stuck to Fei Yan's ear, using two Speak at a volume that can only be heard by an individual.

"Yanyan... cutie."

Fei Yan's mind was suddenly bewildered!

There is a big difference between seeing these words and hearing the curator call himself this name with his own ears!

Fuck!The lethality is too great!

This makes Fei Yan, who controls both face and voice control, fall completely - what kind of people and ghosts have different ways, what kind of reporter without emotion... It's just talk.

He felt that the curator who was hugging him tightly from behind and putting his arms around his neck——

It's like love.

"Yanyan..." Yin Luan stared at Fei Yan who was about to burn, and shouted over and over again, "Yanyan... Yanyan..."

Fei Yan was so hot that he felt that the old deer in his heart was revived at this moment, and it seemed that he could run a marathon at any time.

When it was over, the old deer suddenly became ten years younger and turned into a fawn, which beat his heart tirelessly.

"Yan Yan..." Yin Lu An, who didn't get a response, yelled tirelessly.

Fei Yan finally came to his senses and realized that his voice was so hoarse when he opened his mouth: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yin Luan let go of his arms, "I just want to call you that..."

"Can I call you that in the future?"

Yin Luan's request was pious and serious, like a Buddhist believer who came to worship.

Fei Yan cleared his throat, turned around and faced him, "Of course...of course it's fine. I...I'll just continue calling you boss."

Yin Lu'an looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes were covered with water vapor, his cheeks were covered with powder, his lips were bright red... Can't help but get confused, and looked at the young man's white neck, collarbone, and even... the place inside.

Can't read any more.

"Come and see—" Qin Feng interrupted the charming atmosphere between the two. In front of him was a stone statue, "This is...the first celestial burial master...called...called..."

"What's your name?" Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fei Yan hurriedly distanced himself from Yin Lu'an, otherwise he would have a myocardial infarction.

"I... didn't understand...hehe!" Qin Feng scratched his head and showed a smirk.

Fei Yan walked up to the stone statue and found that there were a few lines of small characters underneath, but it looked like Tibetan.He raised his eyes to Qin Feng and said with a smile: "You are good at learning Tibetan! These words are like scriptures in my eyes..."

"Not anymore!" Suddenly being praised, Qin Feng felt a little uncomfortable and shy, "It's just... I just like Tibetan culture, so I learned a little Tibetan by myself. I'm not good at learning skills, and I still can't understand some complicated things."

Fei Yan shook his head: "It's already very good... I don't have much talent for languages, and I haven't even passed Level [-]."

"It's okay, Xiao Le and I haven't passed it, and Xiao Le suffered even more. He got 424 points in the exam hahahahaha..." Qin Feng smiled and patted his companion, "Next time, prepare well and pass."

Fei Yan: "I took the exam six times."

Qin Feng: "..."

Fei Yan suddenly remembered something, and said to Li Xiaole: "Yes, it seems that there is an Internet now, don't you have Jiang Shanshan Weibo? What's your nickname?"

"A tenacious fir tree." Li Xiaole said while taking out his mobile phone and clicking on Weibo.

Fei Yan clicked on Weibo, searched for the user name, and the page popped up immediately.

He clicked on the photo album, and there were landscape photos of Tibet scenic spots in the front, and some tourist photos and selfies in the back. He clicked on the big picture and looked at it carefully for a while.

It was indeed Jiang Shanshan who was right.

He started to look through one by one, and the latest one was in June, that is, last month—July was the month when Jiang Shanshan lost contact.

The first few microblogs are all landscape photos, nothing special.

It may be that the paparazzi are very capable of searching for information, Fei Yan has a sharp eye, and clicked on a photo of Jiang Shanshan's tourist.

"Look!" Fei Yan raised his phone, "This stone statue..."

Qin Feng stretched his head over, he was a little short-sighted, but he didn't wear glasses in order to look handsome, he had to squint his eyes for such small pictures: "My God, this stone statue...isn't it the one in front of us!"

Fei Yan nodded, and then his eyes wandered between the photo and the stone statue.

This stone statue is indeed unmistakable.

This is an important discovery, indicating that Jiang Shanshan had been to this place before losing contact.

As Fei Yan thought about it, he heard a commotion.

"It's started! It's started!" There were constant shouts from the crowd, and after a while, something dark appeared in the sky.

"The vulture is here!" Qin Feng's tone was clearly excited, "The sky burial is about to begin!"

The author has something to say: Today is Wufen Tang! ! !Baby!

Curator: I was seen by my daughter-in-law...then just be ashamed! ! !

Yan Yan: Maybe in a few chapters, I will start dating... How come, this man and I have only known each other for less than three days...

Author: If you say that... I may not be able to write about the sex scene later on, after all, you will still be with a man you haven't known for seven days #%￥...￥&...#&...