Cloud Chaser Cemetery

Before Tang Yuhui got off the plane, he didn't expect that he would vomit so badly.

The decision to come to Ganzi was just made last week. Before boarding the plane, his eyes were smeared. Even the only thicker coat was lent to him by Koning last night. Be especially careful with fever and cold.

In fact, this coat was not thick enough. Tang Yuhui felt cold when he was on the corridor bridge. He remembered that when Koning sent him to the airport in the morning, he looked at him silently and said, why don't you go to the store to buy a down jacket now.

Tang Yuhui shook his head. He felt that buying such necessities at the airport was a very embarrassing thing. It could show that he was unconsidered, uncared, unprepared, and bruised.

Originally, it was not like this for a piece of clothing, but he brought all his winter clothes home during the winter vacation. If he could go home, he wouldn't have to come to West Sichuan.

Naturally, he didn't do any strategy or anything. Tang Yuhui didn't come here to play. He didn't even remember how he bought the ticket or why he came here.

The opportunity seems to be that he vaguely remembered that there was a very long vacation. He locked himself in the laboratory to collect data. The only entertainment was to watch the big TV in the cafeteria for a while during dinner. At that time, the TV always played CCTV9. Tang Yuhui watched several episodes of documentaries, and one episode introducing the scenery of Sichuan was shot very well—the scene is surrounded by mountains and the lake is bright and beautiful.

Yu Hui couldn't swallow the soup, so he had to eat very slowly.The voice of the introduction came from the TV: Sichuan Province is humid in all seasons, and the west is especially beautiful. The water is clear and the mountains are far away, and the clouds are high and thick.

So after Tang Yuhui made up his mind to leave for a period of time, he blindly chose the destination, and thought of this place immediately.

He has never left his home and school, and the map of China only recognizes a small part of the east and north.While waiting for the plane, he took a look. Ganzi, where he was going, bordered Tibet. When he flew to Kangding, the altitude was not low, and Daocheng seemed to be more than 5000 meters above sea level.

But Tang Yuhui was born and raised in a land full of fish and rice, and had no concept of plateaus, so he was too tolerant of his reckless confidence.

The voyage is not too long, but Tang Yuhui is very sleepy. He has been unable to wake up recently, and every sleep seems to be a long sleep.

It wasn't until the plane bumped into an unknown area in Sichuan, and his head slammed on the window, that he woke up.

Tang Yuhui looked down, and just in time saw the plane skimming the center of the sea of ​​clouds smoothly, and under the wings, he could see the snow-capped mountains surrounded by clouds. He and this silver-white flying machine were walking through countless blue and white fog patches For a moment he thought he had reached the South Pole of the sky.

He stared blankly for a while, and after watching the white clouds in the airflow layer for nearly an hour, Tang Yuhui's eyes hurt from the light.

After the plane landed, he staggered with all his luggage—a small 20-inch cabin suitcase—out of the gate of the airport. After walking a few steps, he walked back slowly and walked slowly into the toilet at the airport. Li, and then began to vomit violently, fainting.

Tang Yuhui had a splitting headache, and he saw the clear sky outside through the glass window of the toilet, with clouds passing by in bursts on the clear blue sky.

Under such a bright and beautiful scenery, I was so short of oxygen that I couldn't breathe, I had a terrible headache, and I felt my ears were buzzing, and my eyes were dark, and I almost thought I was going to pass out.

It was the first time he left the plains, and he was a little confused when he encountered this kind of physical discomfort. When he asked the service staff at the airport, the beautiful Tibetan girl told him that it was altitude sickness with a smile on his face. People who come here for the first time will be able to adapt after a long time. If they feel really uncomfortable, they can go to buy medicine or go to the hospital to inhale oxygen.

Tang Yuhui's face turned pale from the pain, but seeing all the people who witnessed his miserable state smiled kindly, it relieved his tension a little, and he sat at the airport gate for a while.

But the discomfort in the body still didn't ease after waiting for a few minutes, so Tang Yuhui could only change his original plan, that is, there was no plan——

He originally planned to land in peace, leave the airport with the crowd, and then choose the means of transportation to go to the B&B inn that he had booked for a month.

Tang Yuhui sighed secretly, Chuanxi was a bit more biased than he imagined, and it seemed that there was not much room for strange tourists to express themselves.

The airport, which is not much bigger than the school football field, is built on a real high mountain slope. As soon as you go out, you will find a flat and wide winding mountain road, but there are very few vehicles.

Tang Yuhui took out his mobile phone and checked, and found that the airport was 49 kilometers away from the city, and 48 kilometers away from the town he was going to.

He sighed even more hypoxic.

There were a few black car drivers standing at the gate of the airport, but Tang Yuhui couldn't understand their Mandarin, so he didn't dare to sit.

He was the only foreign tourist on this flight, and the others had dispersed long ago after getting off the plane, and now there was no one to be seen outside the airport.

The midday sun made Tang Yuhui a little dazed.

He suddenly thought, why is he here?

Before he became determined and ran to this strange place more than 2000 kilometers away without a plan, Tang Yuhui didn't know how many reprimands and complaints he had suffered from Ko Ning, but he was confused, dazed and confused in his bones. Be fearless without reason.

But at this moment, he was breathing the thin and cool air of the plateau, and standing under such a corner of the hill that was not warmed by such strong ultraviolet light, Tang Yuhui finally felt a little scared.

He froze in place for a while in a daze. The driver of the black car saw that he would not leave or answer, so he gave him a rough smile, stood a little far away, and another man who was driving a truck parked beside him. The Tibetan master spoke a language that Tang Yuhui could not understand, and burst into laughter from time to time.

Tang Yuhui felt a little uncomfortable, but even though he felt that he was strange and dazzling, and he was annoying by staying in a daze, he somehow felt that the driver master should not be speaking ill of him.

Although the physical pain cannot be ignored, Tang Yuhui fell in love with this place the moment he got off the plane. A kind of empty and free pleasure even aroused his body's trembling response faster than light stimulation.

The mountain was indeed quite high, the sky was thick and blue, and the sun made him squint his eyes.He felt very still.

Tang Yuhui took out his phone slowly, and found his order page after looking through it for a long time.

Only then did he realize that the homestay he had booked for more than a month actually cost him more than 6000 yuan, and only then did he see the name of this homestay—Four Seasons in the Wind.

well.Tang Yuhui sighed in his heart, it was expensive and a bit earthy.Who chose this?Coning is still himself, why has no impression?Coning should have helped him find it, the money must have been paid by himself...because he had to enter the password...but why can't he remember it at all?

Tang Yuhui stared blankly at the phone page for a while, then turned to the number of the homestay left at the bottom, and dialed it slowly.

The phone rang several times, and Tang Yuhui breathed evenly, and even felt that the beep sound with a constant frequency seemed to slow down here.

"Hello?"

Tang Yuhui was taken aback.

The person who answered the phone was a slightly deep male voice, which didn't sound like an amiable lady at the front desk. Tang Yuhui nodded subconsciously, and the other party waited patiently for a few seconds before he said slowly: "You Okay, I'm a guest who booked your homestay... um... that's the one I booked for a month, I just got off the plane and I feel a little uncomfortable, can you come pick me up?"

The male voice on the opposite side sounded a little more enthusiastic, but Tang Yuhui felt that it was the transition from lying down to sitting lazily, not really with the enthusiasm of joy and welcome.

He heard the male voice say flatly: "It's the off-season now, you didn't call in advance, and the master is not willing to pick you up with an empty car. If you are not afraid of waiting, I will pick you up. It's a bit long, and the airport is far from the town. More than 40 kilometers."

"More than 40 kilometers..." Although Tang Yuhui already knew it, he repeated it meaninglessly.He felt a little disappointed when he heard this low voice speak such a long paragraph, put his ear closer to the receiver, and asked in a low voice: "How much is it?"

"three hundred."

Tang Yuhui paused for a while. In fact, he had no idea about the price, but he subconsciously said, "It's so expensive."

But there seemed to be no room for bargaining: "Well, you can also take the black car outside the airport. The Tibetan masters know each other and won't leave you halfway."

Tang Yuhui was silent for a while, first said "oh" meaninglessly, then didn't speak, didn't hang up, and looked at the sun again while holding the phone.

He saw a huge cloud drifting over from a distant hillside, and his fingertips were already reddened by the sun, and the hills of various shapes undulated as if they were flowing under the intermittent cloud shadow with.

Tang Yuhui paused and said, "Well...then I'd better trouble you to pick me up."

The author says:

Background Garze, Kangding, and perhaps other places in western Sichuan and Tibet.Gong is Tibetan.The author is very unprofessional and has a limited level. The biggest worry is to use this article as a textual research. I hope that readers who are lucky enough to see it will not take the information I have more or less fabricated or processed seriously. If it is different from the actual folk customs and culture , it is all my fault, and I will listen to all opinions pointed out in a peaceful manner.But since my motivation is pen hi, I hope everyone will be more tolerant if it is harmless.I like western Sichuan very much, and I also love Tibetan civilization, but the information comes from Baidu and hearsay. After all, I haven’t gone deep into this culture. I hope I can convey this story clumsily and sincerely.Ah, in the end, don’t accept any doubts about the relationship between Gongshou and Shou (you can question it, don’t tell me). In my heart, this is love. I think it is already very romantic and ideal. Forgive it for not being a fairy tale.

ps serious face suffocates me, I wish you all a happy Qixi Festival w