Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

"How arrogant can a person be to completely ignore other people's love for him?"

When this triumphant life chicken soup awakened Osamu Dazai, he happened to be in a bumpy jump of the jeep. If he was not wearing a seat belt, his head would probably be on the ceiling of the car at this moment.

"Ah, Lao Zhu, are you awake? Come and eat some fruit."

A big rough and dark hand supported Dazai who was sitting crookedly, and at the same time, an orange with wrinkled peel was handed to the tip of his nose.

Staring at the orange in front of him, the black-haired young man regained consciousness a little bit from the nightmare and altitude sickness, and replied in standard Longguo dialect: "Thank you, Gongbu. What were you talking about just now?"

Dazai took the fruit handed by the rough man in Tibetan Legui costume, and Kampot’s dark cheek complexion also had a local redness—it was plateau red.

Gonpo replied: "The few of us were just talking about Li Shao's romantic history, hahaha."

Dazai very cooperatively showed the appearance of a curious audience, while the "Shao Li" sitting in the co-pilot seat who looked like a Han Chinese looked embarrassed but actually laughed triumphantly: "Gongpo, what are you bragging about? It's all about the little things that make people jealous...does Lao Zhu want to hear it too?"

"If you are willing to speak, I certainly want to hear it."

In fact, he didn't want to hear those boring things, but he had no choice but to take a ride with others, and he still had to give face.Sure enough, Li Shao happily talked about the things between him and his ex-girlfriends.

Um...so sour, oranges are so sour.

Dazai was smiling on the surface, but in fact, he secretly broke open a piece of orange pulp with his fingers and put it in his clothes... When he came back after a few seconds, the pulp had disappeared.If you look closely, you will find that there seems to be something soft wriggling under his somewhat bulging coat.

The fudge was obviously sour too.

This thing started a year and a half ago.

After Taketori Che disappeared, Osamu Dazai took the little penguin jelly she left behind and embarked on an endless journey of missing people.For this reason, he resigned from his position as the leader of the port mafia. He faced countless difficulties and challenges along the way, but he successfully overcome them all.

Although he lost the [book] and could no longer know the way forward and the whereabouts of the target person through "cheats", Osamu Dazai was unwilling to give up just like this.Even though everyone thought Taketori Che was dead, he didn't admit it.

Maybe nothing can be found on this trip, maybe he will die on the trip one day due to an accident, but unexpectedly——Osamu Dazai has no worries in his heart.

If he did nothing, if he didn't embark on this journey, he would probably live in pain and regret for the rest of his life.

... He will never forget the surprise and regret when the wind-sand-like crystal slipped from his fingers.

Now, he is full of travel and dust, running around, haggard in body and spirit, if it was in the past, maybe even old friends would not dare to come forward to recognize him at the first time.But only in this way can the young man get the rare balance and tranquility in his heart.

After spending a lot of contacts and money to search for information but failed, Dazai finally embarked on a journey to find the person himself.Along the way, relying on the ability of Good and Bad Penguin Gummy and vaguely perceiving some unclear guidance, they pursued all the way.However... every time the result is disappointment, disappointment and disappointment.

In the end, even Gummi gave up hope, but Osamu Dazai still continued his spiritual journey with this little penguin in his arms.

Four months ago, he got some instructions from a place abandoned by the gods on an island in the center of the Indian Ocean. The hint given by the artifact inside was to go to the Longguo Tibetan area and pay homage to a certain local temple.

But the Tibetan area, as the famous "roof of the world", is a high level of difficulty for travel friends all over the world who want to challenge themselves.Unsurprisingly, when Dazai set off from Lhasa, his car broke down in the middle of the drive. A black-hearted auto repair shop run by a foreign Han in Lhasa fooled him and secretly replaced expensive key parts with parts of lower quality.

To make matters worse, he was on the deserted Gobi Desert road with no one around, surrounded by a group of hungry wolves with green eyes, surrounded the car, and Gummy was shivering in his arms with fright.

Ignoring the wild wolves surrounding him outside, Osamu Dazai sat in the driver's seat expressionlessly, his expression as dark as the night outside, holding the gun firmly in his hand, thinking in his heart: I see, I was killed by that car. The factory was cheated!The boss was obviously sincere all the time, but he didn't expect his younger brother to do it... Not necessarily, judging by their reckless appearance, they are obviously habitual offenders, maybe this is a trick specially designed to deceive foreigners ...

At this moment, at the end of the road behind him, the unique white high beams of jeeps were lit up, and it seemed that there were more than one or two of them.The hungry wolves were frightened, and could only recede unwillingly like the tide, disappearing into the vast night.

The leader's jeep parked next to his rented car, and the window on the opposite side was rolled down, revealing Li Shao's obviously young but pretending to be a veteran face.

"Hey bro, can you help me?"

So Osamu Dazai got on the convoy of this group of Longguo people.

Li Shao is a rich second generation living in the magical city of Longguo, but he doesn't bully men and women, drive speeding, or touch anything that shouldn't be touched.Although this buddy is a bit scumbag in terms of relationships between men and women, he has always been interested in outdoor challenges, and he can be regarded as an experienced donkey friend.

This time, Li Shao came here with the intention of climbing Mount Everest, and the purpose was the base camp of Mount Everest. As for the entire team, they were all guides, teammates, etc. he gathered under his ability.

Walking in Tibetan areas, anyone may have an accident, so help if you can.So Li Shao was very excited to see a pack of wild wolves on the road ahead, but when he got closer, all the wolves had run away, leaving only a foreign tourist sitting in the car "helpless".

When facing Osamu Dazai, Young Master Li asked casually, "What do you call my brother?"

Faced with this question, Dazai didn't change his face, and the names on the fake documents that had been prepared for a long time jumped into his mind.

"My surname is Zhu." He replied in extremely standard Longguo dialect, "Zhu Pozhou."

"Pe Zhou... The boat is broken... Dude, your name is a bit strange?" Li Shao said it twice, and laughed inexplicably.

"It's true." Dazai didn't explain much, just took out a card and handed it to the other party, "My ID card."

Li Shao, who was lying in the car, was not polite to him, and directly reached out to take the ID, matched his face and ID photo, and after confirming the information on this piece, he asked Gong Po in the back row to take a photo with his mobile phone Zhang Zhao returned the certificate to Dazai, and immediately the rich second generation grinned at him: "Brother Zhu, don't be surprised, after all, there are everyone in Tibetan areas. It's better for you and me to be more cautious."

"It should be, it should be, it's better to be more cautious when going out." Dazai was not angry, but showed a understanding smile.

He wasn't worried about showing his feet.According to the speed of the car, he will be able to reach his destination the day after tomorrow, and then he can part ways with them.Besides, even if Gonpo is really cautious enough to upload his identity information to relevant systems in Dragon Kingdom, he can still find out the corresponding fake identity...

Now more than two days have passed in a blink of an eye, and a smart person like Dazai has dispelled the doubts of these donkey friends. He claims to be an overseas Chinese who grew up overseas, so sometimes he makes up sentences and grammar with Longguo people. It's a little different.Everyone expressed their understanding, and felt that it was not easy for an overseas Chinese who grew up abroad to be able to speak the language of Longguo so standard.

There is no way, if he tells the truth that he is from Japan, maybe due to some historical reasons, anyone in this group of people will trick him if he has bad intentions.It's not that what will happen...it's just that it will be troublesome.

When you go out, you must not be harmful to others, but you must not be defenseless.Osamu Dazai is well aware of this principle.

Fortunately, this short carpool trip came to an end soon, and the convoy continued north to the base camp.Seeing that the buildings not far away were brightly lit, the jeep put Osamu Dazai on the side of the road.

"Goodbye, Lao Zhu! I wish you a smooth journey!" The enthusiastic Longguo friends bid farewell to him, and Dazai also smiled and waved back.

"Goodbye, I also wish you, Young Master Li, that you can climb Mount Everest as you wish."

"Hahaha, thank you for your good words, brother, if you come back to Shanghai to play, I will treat you to a drink!"

Watching the convoy go away, one or two cars come and go on the road from time to time.

When he heard the familiar sound of wooden boards hitting the asphalt road behind him, Osamu Dazai silently made way for a Tibetan who kowtowed along the road, and looked at the gray-haired, black Tibetan robe. The pious girl with the original color is equipped with two special wooden boards in her hands, and she walks on the side of the road and kowtows step by step, as if all the disputes in the world have nothing to do with her.And a thin goat led by the old man's belt was following along, its cheeks agitated, grazing slowly.

Dazai and the goat looked at each other for a few seconds, inexplicably read some meaning of tranquility and far-reaching from this animal.

"pee?" A little fluffy head popped out of his arms suddenly, and Gummy has finally been able to breathe fresh air in the past few days.

"It's nothing." Dazai reached out and touched the top of the little animal's head, the gray-white fluff was revealed between his fingers, "Let's go, go to Rongbuk Monastery."

Rongbuk Monastery is located at an altitude of 800 meters, the temperature is cold, and the plateau climate is obvious.But it is also because of its special geographical location that it has attracted countless tourists from ancient times to the present.The temple has five floors, but only two are used.The building is built along the mountain, and the building is continuous and atmospheric. Not far away is the north slope of Mount Everest.Outside the temple, piles of white Mani stones are piled high, and small triangular colored flags of seven colors separate the boundary between the piles of stones and the sidewalk. Each stone represents a person's wish and wish.

It was daytime at this time, and if there was no rain in the Tibetan area, the sky would be blue and white for a long time, and the sky was as clear as if God had edited the picture with a P-map tool.

Following the example of other tourists, Osamu Dazai walked around the white stone pile a few times, touched his forehead with the white stone, silently made his wish, and then threw the stone to the top of the stone pile.Only after doing all this did he move on.

In fact, there are many tourists in Rongbuk Monastery, not only to see the scenery of Mount Everest from a long distance, but also many people who are going to the base camp.Therefore, the local monks simply built a new temple, which is specially used to receive tourists and provide board and lodging, and the incense is very strong.

In fact, today Dazai caught up with a festival of the local people. This day is the [-]th day of the fourth lunar month in the Tibetan calendar. It is the day after the ceremony commemorating Sakyamuni's birthday, and the grand "Qiangmu" event is being held.Looking around, I saw a large number of green prayer flags moving in the wind, and a large number of colorful flags, prayer flags and other decorations were hung inside and outside the temple.

Domestic and foreign tourists with different appearances mixed with locals wearing Tibetan robes and jokingly poured into the event site. Dazai Osamu was also involved in the tide of this festival without paying attention, and was pushed forward by this irresistible force .

The temple is surrounded by the sound of ancient and solemn sutra singing and musical instruments, and the huge curved ox horns make the dull and long sound of the magic conch. The monks wearing masks and gorgeous robes danced in the venue from ancient times. During the Qiangmu dance, the crowd of onlookers gave out their appreciation and cheers from time to time, and the lively team walked around inside and outside the temple with the dance of the monks.

Obviously all this is very lively, but Osamu Dazai still feels inexplicably lonely.

Standing in the surging crowd, he smelled the crowd, the smell of incense and the strange smell mixed with rich buttered tea and tsampa. He heard the mysterious and deep singing echoing above the temple. The prayer wheel was twirled by lamas and tourists on the stand in the wind, and the cold wind from the highest peak in the world was blowing a large number of prayer flags fluttering and dancing... all this, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

【"How arrogant can a person be to completely ignore other people's love for him?"】

For some reason, in such a grand and joyful festival, he remembered the words of a person he had only known for less than three days.

All of a sudden, the noise around seemed to be silent, and a strange fragrance spread out silently—like the dancing of candles, or the burning of butter lamps mixed with precious spices, until the fudge was frightened. It was only with a loud cry that he woke up Osamu Dazai, who was exhausted due to altitude sickness and was a little distracted.

He took a closer look and found that a huge red face mask was only a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose.

It was a leading dancer named Ngawang. He was wearing a red dharma mask, and his gorgeous costumes were swaying in the wind. There were Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. His back feet followed his front feet and danced rhythmically. The right hand points to the sky.

"What you want is not here." A deep and ancient voice came from under the mask, like the echo of the mountains, or like a storm in the snow field, "Go west, go further west!"

"……what?"

Dazai was a little stunned.

However, the Fawang no longer paid any attention to his doubts. He danced around Dazai Osamu, taking out a small dzi pendant out of nowhere and hanging it around the penguin's neck while covered by the weird dance movements, and then Raising his head high, he suddenly froze in a dance posture that is almost impossible for humans to achieve, and at the same time shouted: "Tashi Dele!"

"Tashi Dele." The people around returned the same devout salute, and the white khatas around their necks fluttered in the wind like soft feathers.

Osamu Dazai had no choice but to put his palms together to express his gratitude to this Awang, who was suspected to be descended from a god: "Tashi Dele."

Ngawang, who was dressed as the King of Fa, nodded slightly, and then danced away in the direction behind him as if nothing had happened.

The music played again, as if the time that had been pressed by the pause button was turning again, and the tide of countless gorgeous robes rushed to both sides around Osamu Dazai. He was like a rock, standing blankly among the lamas. In the middle of the dance team and then being bypassed, I felt even more confused for a while.

"... pee?"

Fudge stretched out her small wings to hold the dark green dzi around her neck, and looked at him uneasily.

Now that we have been together for a long time, Dazai can more or less distinguish the different meanings brought about by the different intonations and lengths of the calls of the other party - for example, the low and worried voice now expresses anxiety; if Gummy is in extreme excitement or In a state of tension, the voice will become short, powerful, and high-pitched to a somewhat sharp degree; if you do something reluctantly, it will make the tail sound long, like a long sound that can't be put cleanly. fart.

Dazai, who heard the meaning of the other party's consultation, stretched out two fingers and twisted the dzi bead, and found that this small dzi bead was shiny all over and warm in his hands. The natural lines on it were like a triangular eye, staring straight ahead.

"Shangshung Dzi Bead? It's still of the highest quality..." He turned his head to look in the direction of Awang in surprise, but his sight was blocked by the crowd watching the dance again.

"Forget it, you can accept what is given to you... Wait?" Osamu Dazai was taken aback as he spoke, "Could it be... He didn't send you, but..."

The man behind you?

Dazai couldn't help but be surprised by this vague answer of looking at flowers in the mist.

He couldn't tell what it felt like, he held the cold dzi bead tightly, but it was like holding a group of weak flames.

Should I say joy?Or is it the joy of finally seeing the end after a long journey?

Neither is quite like that.

The only conclusion that can be drawn at present is that it cannot be joyful.He repeatedly warned himself deep in his heart.

A coward cannot even have the courage to be happy.

It must be stopped immediately... If it is just an empty rejoicing, then the blow will be even greater than it is now.

The little penguin lying in the dark pocket of his arms saw that he had not moved or spoken for a long time, but just tilted his head, not understanding why his expression was ecstatic and depressed at one time, thinking that this person was ill again.

"Look!"

At this time, one of the tourists on the viewing platform not far away suddenly shouted, "Cowin has come out!"

"Really!"

"Take a snap, snap a snap! Where's the camera?"

Many people flocked to the viewing platform with a "crash". Osamu Dazai stood there without moving. He just quietly raised his head and looked around, and found that the thick clouds that had originally covered the summit of Mount Everest dispersed at some point. .

Under the clear sky, the sun's rays shone majestically on the world's tallest snow-capped mountain, turning it into a unparalleled "pyramid", and a cloud of milky white was suspended on the top of the mountain, like a flag, This is where the name "Cowin" comes from.

Different from the amazing photos taken by tourists and the devout greetings of Tibetans, Osamu Dazai felt some kind of indescribable oppression descending on him at this time, and the tall and majestic "pyramid" turned into a giant in his trance. A goddess.

The goddess rides a sacred and majestic white lion, holds a golden nine-pointed vajra in her right hand, and holds a large long vase in her left hand. She looks handsome and mighty, unlike ordinary people.

The goddess of the snow-capped mountains smiled at him, her smile was mysterious and profound, just like the endless snow-capped mountains that hide countless mysteries.

"Look, Dad, Mount Everest is refracting light!" A child behind him shouted in an immature tone, and this shout completely awakened Osamu Dazai from that mysterious and incomprehensible state.

He turned his head sharply to see a young father carefully placing his son on his shoulders with the help of his wife to get a better view.

Looks like just an ordinary family traveling.

Dazai looked at Mount Everest again. At this time, the snow mountain was still majestic and dignified, unabashedly spreading its magnanimity and beauty to the world, and there was no goddess riding a white lion.

...I'm hallucinating?

Osamu Dazai felt dizzy for a while, and his heartbeat was a little abnormal. His experience told him that it is best not to stand up at this time, and find a place to sit down as soon as possible to calm down his blood.

Taking advantage of this time, everyone went to see Mount Everest, and few people sat on the leisure bench in the temple, so he sat down, took out a portable oxygen bottle from his backpack and took two breaths before recovering.

"pee?"

The little penguin looked at him worriedly, stepped on the clothes on his chest and climbed up with its paws, and touched Dazai's cheek skin that was quite cold due to the wind with its fluffy little wings.

"...I'm fine." The black-haired young man replied, but he was not speaking to Gummy, but to a volunteer who approached in a red vest.

"Are you okay, sir?" The Tibetan volunteer half-bent down in concern. The accent of this person's Long language is a bit weird, but he can still understand it. "There is an oxygen inhalation room not far from us. It is free. , want me to take you there?"

Dazai squeezed out a smile: "No, thank you."

The volunteer stared at him for a few seconds, as if to judge whether the tourist was trying to hold on, but in the end he left, but before leaving, he told him, "Sir, if you really can't do it, don't hold on, let's It is not shameful to inhale oxygen at such a high altitude here, and if you are really uncomfortable, you can ask the lamas in the temple for help."

Dazai nodded hastily, and drove away the enthusiastic local volunteer with his eyes wanting to be alone.

He figured it out now.

He probably wasn't overly reactive to the altitude, but rather overjoyed.

Dharma King Tianzhu, Snow Mountain Goddess...the existence of these gods and monsters has never appeared in front of his eyes before, but there is only one possibility for them to appear one after another in recent days.

He still remembered that when he used the [book] to check the information of the parallel world, a famous detective in a certain world once said: "After eliminating all impossible factors, the only thing left is the truth."

Ah Che, the current me probably...sees a little bit of the truth, right?

People say that they came to Tibet for pilgrimage, so what about him?What is he?Rather than saying it is a pilgrimage, it would be more appropriate to say it is atonement.

There is no crime in the world that arises out of thin air. Who committed this "sin"?In the end is because of what reason will be born?

Osamu Dazai thought for a long time, and today he finally figured it out.

——He was too arrogant in the past.

It was because of his unparalleled arrogance that he became the leader of the port mafia that only took four years to shape the dark empire of Japan, but it was also because of his arrogance, which was like a double-edged sword, that he was no longer the leader, and thus returned to being an ordinary person .

【"How arrogant can a person be to completely ignore other people's love for him?"】

For a long time, he was the one who enjoyed that emotion, the love and care that the girl had for him, and then forcibly ignored the restless emotion and the emptiness of his heart with the reason of "being good for the other party".

It's no one to blame for this ending.He will silently stare at the scarred self in the mirror.

Arrogance is the original sin.

Now is the moment for him to shoulder this sin and walk in the world.

He will not regret it, nor will he run away again.

No matter how cowardly a coward is, he will never let go of his hand, let go of the only life-saving straw and let himself fall into hell.

Osamu Dazai's heart was seriously injured.

He is sad.

But he knew that person must be more sad than himself.

So he had to find the other party, and make it clear to her face to face, about his apology, about his remorse, about...his heart.

Therefore, he also knew very well that there was only one ending for his life, either to find that person in the end, or... to die on the way to find her.

The black-haired young man is sitting in an ancient and bustling temple, and Mount Everest in the distance has turned into a golden dome. When the wind in the mountains blows the hustle and bustle of the world, his iris-colored pupils reflecting the snow-capped mountains faintly glow in the depths of his pupils. The water is shining.