My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 27 The Little Donkey

"Let's go." Han Qi said.

The altitude here is relatively low, Han Qi didn't suffer from insomnia last night, and fell asleep from eleven o'clock to six o'clock in the morning.

Now I have breakfast again, and I am full of energy.

Li Xiaochuan looked similar to Han Qi, with a smile on his face all the time. He told the uncle that he hoped that the uncle would come to see his dessert shop after it opened.It takes a long time for them to come by bicycle, but it will not take long to drive to Lijiang from here.

There is a very simple way to judge a person's mood.

When a person talks a lot of nonsense, he is actually very happy. On the other hand, when a person does not talk nonsense, or does not say anything, it means that he is in a low mood.

Zhang Shuhao didn't speak.

Not only did he not speak, but the Tibetan girl also did not speak.

Han Qi is used to calling beautiful women girls. She is indeed very young. If she is in the prime of her youth in the city, she will usually not have children.

"It's time for you to go to school." She continued to tell her son.

"I do not want!!"

Zhang Shuhao said the first sentence of the day: "I'll send him to school, where is the school?"

The Tibetan girl did not speak, but pointed to the foot of the mountain.

Li Xiaochuan was confused by this scene, although he knew that this woman was a widow last night, and he also saw that she had a little affection for Zhang Shuhao, but why did it suddenly change?What happened last night that I don't know about?

After all, according to how everyone got along yesterday, such a situation might happen.

Comparable to the eight o'clock TV series.

He was about to ask Han Qi if he found any clues, but at this time the girl had turned around and returned home, only two old people continued to see the three... four people, and a child was sitting in Zhang Shuhao's car .

Han Qi looked at the door.

Can't bear it?

Zhang Shuhao didn't even look back, he just kept pushing the cart forward, Han Qi and Li Xiaochuan could only keep up.

This section of the road is too bad, and they have a lot of luggage, so they can only push the car.Not long after, Li Xiaochuan leaned over again and asked, "What's wrong with this kid? I know you've been sleeping late all this time. Did anything happen last night? Hehehe."

"As long as you have dirty thoughts, go and go, nothing happened, so don't ask."

In fact, Han Qi is very envious of Zhang Shuhao, and he often sees this kind of scene in his dreams.

But fate, this thing, is really strange sometimes.

It's not that he doesn't come, but only a little every time.

It's like Yuelao tied red strings to the two of them with boiled noodles, but how could something like noodles be tied so tightly?A little tugging on either side can cause the two noodles to fall apart, and then each noodle carries a part of the other noodle.

Han Qi didn't know what was right. After all, this kind of thing didn't happen to him.

Dawa lived at the highest point of the mountain. When he walked down the road, sometimes when he came to his classmate's house, he would call out, and a little girl or a child would come out of it.Soon the accompanying team exceeded ten people.

Han Qi once again experienced the feeling of someone helping to push the cart.

But the guitar really suffers.

These children may seldom see this thing, their eyes keep rolling on Han Qi's guitar bag, and their hands touch it from time to time.Although Zhang Shuhao was very popular with the children, the children who surrounded Han Qi were the most.

"Brother, brother, is this a guitar?"

"Yes."

"Can I have a look?"

"Brother, can you play?"

The person who asked this question was a cute little girl, with a ponytail and a plateau red face.Han Qi stroked her hair and said, "Of course my brother can play. How about I sing you a song when you get to the school gate?"

"Yeah!"

The children were very happy, and happily ran to tell the students in front of them.

Han Qi sighed in his heart... so pure.

The road always came to an end, and it didn't take long for them to walk down the mountain from the mountain to the elementary school where Dawa studied. The conditions in this elementary school were very simple, even simpler than any school Han Qi had ever seen.

When he was in elementary school, the school he attended was a factory-run elementary school, and there was a Shaw teaching building in his hometown, both of which were not bad.

But the elementary school here is a larger private house, not too different from other houses in Tibet. The playground is the front yard of the house, but even though the playground is so small, there is still a five-star red flag in the center that will never change.

Dawa took Zhang Shuhao's hand and asked, "Brother, when are you coming back?"

Zhang Shuhao didn't speak, and knelt down to touch Dawa's forehead.

Li Xiaochuan leaned against the wall, thinking... If he called Dad, maybe it would be settled when we came back.But he won't talk too much, this matter is Zhang Shuhao's own choice anyway, no matter what choice he makes, he can't get in the way.

Han Qi took a deep breath, stopped thinking about Zhang Shuhao, and took the guitar out of the bag.

"Can you sing Little Donkey?"

"I will I will! I have a little donkey I never ride..."

"Hahaha, I will too!"

Han Qi plucked the string twice, tuned it slightly, and then sang according to the chorus: "I have a little donkey that I never ride. One day I rode it to the market on a whim. I held a small leather whip in my hand. I was proud of myself, but for some reason I fell into the mud..."

This song is very simple, and it has spread widely.

After Han Qi sang once, children sang together for the second time, and soon there was a small chorus here.

Li Xiaochuan knew Han Qi's singing level, so he used his mobile phone to record when Han Qi took out his guitar.He found this scene rare and wanted to share it with his girlfriend.Han Qi also smiled and nodded towards the camera.

He wanted to share the video to Bilibili in a while.

It's not for making money, but he likes to see others praise himself.

Perhaps this is the sense of accomplishment.

Half an hour later, the sound of reading came from the campus, and Han Qi pulled Zhang Shuhao's clothes: "Let's go, if you miss him, just come and see him later."

Li Xiaochuan said: "Here I miss children, I guess I miss girls."

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Shuhao lost his temper, he spoke up to Li Xiaochuan, and then he got on the car angrily and drove on the road.Li Xiaochuan spread his hands towards Han Qi, and the two quickly got into the car and went to chase Zhang Shuhao. This village is really a magical place. They chased Zhang Shuhao to come, and also chased Zhang Shuhao out.

Everyone didn't say anything along the way, not even Li Xiaochuan. Zhang Shuhao apologized to Li Xiaochuan when everyone was eating at noon.

Li Xiaochuan shook his head and said, "I'm not blaming you, I'm worried about your physical strength. This Hongla Mountain has an altitude of more than 4000. Talking too much is easy to waste energy."

He didn't say that Han Qi felt it.

The altitude becomes higher, the air becomes thinner, and mountaineering by bicycle is very tiring. After a short ride, you will gasp for breath, sometimes you will feel dizzy, and the light will become dim.

"Then talk less, we have to ride down before dark."

After sitting here for lunch and resting for half an hour, the three of them continued to climb up the mountain along the road. There was gradually white snow around them, and ice was clearly visible on the grass a little farther from the road, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. But the body temperature gradually increased.

Han Qi and Zhang Shuhao often stopped to rest, and they didn't climb up the mountain until four o'clock in the afternoon to start riding down.

It gets dark quickly in Tibet.

Before long, it will be dark again.

(End of this chapter)