Eight wind does not move

When Zhou Hang entered the hotel, he felt two men sitting by the fire staring straight at him. The light in the hotel was very dark, so he couldn't see their expressions clearly, only felt the flash of hostility in those eyes .

The wind outside was very strong, and as soon as the door was opened, the wind rushed into the house, shaking the fire that was not burning well. Zhou Hang pushed the door hard, and the men stopped paying attention to him, and turned their heads to talk about themselves. Most of them spoke Tibetan, and they spoke extremely fast, and Zhou Hang could only understand a few scattered words.

Hoh Xil has entered summer in May, but the temperature at night is still low. The temperature difference between day and night made Zhou Hang feel a little uncomfortable. He sniffed, wrapped his coat tighter, and opened a room to the boss. The boss said The garbage dumps had to be cleared in the vacant rooms upstairs, and he was asked to wait downstairs for a while, so Zhou Hang squeezed into the two men's side to keep warm.

He never liked to be crowded with people. It was really cold this time. They probably expected that Zhou Hang would squeeze in, and they had already reserved a place for him near the stove. Zhou Hang nodded gratefully. Under the firelight, he looked Knowing the appearance of these two men, their weather-beaten faces and cheeks are the kind of purplish red common to people on the plateau.

Zhou Hang sat down, took a look at his phone first, there was a row of missed calls from Tai Qinxin, he shook his head helplessly, continued to press the mute button, and went back to the message list to take a look. In the afternoon, I told him that the itinerary had changed. After contacting him tomorrow, there was no news.

Zhou Hang felt unhappy, feeling that this piece of land with an average altitude of 700 meters not only has thin air, but also extremely thin human feelings.

"What are you doing here?" The man next to him suddenly greeted him in Chinese. The man had a stubble on his face. Although the question was very direct, it was quite friendly.

"Take a picture." Zhou Hang made up something casually. He happened to be carrying a black backpack, and no one could see what was in the bag.

Hu Chan nodded, his eyes did not have the vigilance and hostility that Zhou Hang had when he first came in, but became curious, and the lean man opposite him poured a cup of tea for Zhou Hang.

It was the local butter tea, which tasted very foul, and Zhou Hang was not used to drinking it, but at this moment he was cold and thirsty, so he immediately gulped down a cup after taking it, feeling as if there was warmth flowing through his whole body.Only then did he suddenly realize that his behavior was a little rude.

"It's okay, they're all hardworking people." Hu Zhu relieved him, and poured him another full glass: "I don't know what you guys are doing here, it's all mounds and wasteland, and it's hard to see even a living thing. "

"Isn't Hoh Xil known as a paradise for wild animals? There are also Tibetan antelopes. Now everyone is saying that this species is going extinct, so I hurried to take a few photos. Maybe it will arouse public sympathy and make a lot of money by publishing it."

Zhou Hang secretly looked at Hu Cha's expression while talking. When he mentioned the Tibetan antelope, the corner of the man's mouth twitched imperceptibly, but his expression remained the same. When he finished talking, they both laughed.

"It's not bad for you kid to come here for a trip. We work hard here every day. You won't be able to earn money for this equipment in this life."

"I can only take advantage of the limelight and run around more. If I have no inspiration, I may starve to death. Are you guys fishing here?" Zhou Hang pointed to the pile of afternoon naps, and there were also a lot of big ones wrapped in tarpaulins. burden.

"It's freezing enough to fish for Artemia," said Hu Zhua.

"Big brothers, aren't you afraid of making hard money here? The weather is so bad, half my life is put here."

"Damn, what are you afraid of, I'm afraid of the note from the protection station." Hu Zhua said angrily, "I don't care about anything. If you get caught, your tools will be confiscated and you will be fined."

"No wonder you were so nervous when I came in." Zhou Hang showed a look of understanding.

"You have a tender face, you can tell it's not a note at a glance."

When Zhou Hang said this, he felt a little depressed. He smiled embarrassedly, touched his head and continued to ask: "Do you care about fishing for artemia?"

"Yeah." Hu Chuan responded briefly: "They are just looking for trouble for nothing, extorting money."

Hu Cha seemed to feel that he was talking too much, so he stopped talking.For a while, the hotel became quiet. The altitude was high and the fire was not strong. Zhou Hang felt cold again after sitting for a while.The proprietress brought a big bucket to refill the tea. The wind outside the house was blowing against the windows, and the cork windows were crackling. With the white smoke falling down from the tea, Zhou Hang felt unreal.

Until the boss said that he could go to the room, Zhou Hang and the men had no other communication. Zhou Hang grabbed the key given by the boss and went up to the second floor.

The guest room is very simple. It may be because it has been cleaned for so long. It is actually cleaner than the hotels that Zhou Hang stayed in these few days. Knowing when the boss got it, Zhou Hang threw the luggage aside, took off his clothes and went to take a shower first.

The shower is just a faucet pipe, and the water is hot and cold intermittently, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Zhou Hang doesn't want to take a long bath. On the plateau, a small illness can be fatal, especially when he feels that his response seems to be very It's unreliable, and probably doesn't care much about his own life.

By the time Zhou Hang wiped his wet neck and looked at his phone, it was already too late.He first replied to Tai Qinxin's news, and the worried mother gave him a series of calls, which almost made Zhou Hang ignore the number that rang for less than 20 seconds in the red dots of missed calls.

It was the number of the answering person. Zhou Hang was about to memorize this string of cold numbers. The other party didn't tell him his name, and he didn't ask.The answering phone didn't get through, so he sent him a text message, saying that he had something tonight, so don't contact him.

He felt that this coordinator really cherished words like gold, spit out four words and four words, and a rhyme could make a doggerel.

Before going to bed, Zhou Hang looked out the window and saw two more jeeps downstairs, parked on both sides of the original Dongfeng truck.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Hang vaguely heard the sound of people coming and going in the corridor, and someone shouting loudly. He turned over, wondering if he was dreaming.

Just as he was about to get up and have a look, he heard a loud knock on the door.

Suddenly, a pair of hands violently pulled him up, strangled his neck severely, and then he was forcibly pulled out of the quilt.

"Who……"

Before Zhou Hang could say a word, something cold was pressed against his temple.

is the gun.

Zhou Hang immediately shut his mouth.

He moved his head and saw clearly that the person holding the gun against him was the stubble who was sitting next to him and talking to him earlier, and the other person's eyes were widening with fear.

"Don't move!" the stubble yelled.

The strength on the neck was much stronger, it could break his own neck, and the pistol was pressed even tighter. Zhou Hang raised his eyes slightly, and saw two people standing at the door. Can see a hazy shadow.

"I warn you, don't be impulsive."

The sound seemed to come from the shadows, low and rough, like sand scraping the ground.

"Put the leather back in my car, and I'll let you go." The man's voice was tearing because of fear, he kicked Zhou Hang's knee, Zhou Hang quickly raised his hands above his head, followed his Stand up slowly.

"I'll count to three, or I'll shoot! I'll do what I say!!" The man was really scared, his whole body was shaking more than Zhou Hang, and Zhou Hang was a little worried that the man would accidentally kill himself because of his trembling hands. up.

"one--"

"Let me go!"

"Two——" Hu Cha's voice was sharp because of fear, Zhou Hang only felt that his neck was stuck by the man and he couldn't breathe.

Before Hu Cha could say "three", Zhou Hang pushed his elbow back suddenly. The man just stared at the two people at the door. He didn't expect Zhou Hang to make a sudden move, and the strength holding Zhou Hang loosened. Zhou Hang took the opportunity to break free, worried The man went off in shock, grabbed the man's wrist with one hand, twisted backwards, the pistol fell to the ground, and pushed his knee against the man's abdomen, pinning him to the ground.

No one seemed to have expected Zhou Hang to be so good at fighting, and there was only the man's painful humming in the room for a while.

The man at the door was stunned for a few seconds before he waved his hand. A person behind him quickly entered the door, took him from Zhou Hang's hand, handcuffed him expertly, and pushed him out of the door.

"Uncle Tashi, go down and meet Amon first." The leading man put his arms around his chest and said out loud, his voice became lazy and completely lost the vigor he had before.

Because of my own movement of breaking free, the backpack on the cabinet fell to the ground, and the contents inside turned over, and some things slipped far away. The man at the door bent down and picked up a card that fell at his feet. The card In the last photo, the man on it looks young and a bit blunt.

It's Zhou Hang's ID card.

"Zhou Hang." The man turned around and looked at himself: "I didn't expect such a coincidence."

The man was probably the leader of the team, and he was alone with Zhou Hang in this small room at this moment. Zhou Hang turned on the bedside lamp, sat back on the bed, covered half of his body with the quilt, and was suddenly pulled out of the quilt just now. It's also cold.

He almost guessed who this person was.

"Are you the support of the Suonan Protection Station?" Zhou Hang raised his head and asked.

The other party didn't seem to hear Zhou Hang's question, and played with Zhou Hang's ID card he had just picked up: "Zhou Hang, don't go anywhere, but jump into the fire pit here, should I say you are a warrior or have cerebral palsy?"

His voice was hoarse and deep, but the tone was light and playful, and under the light, Zhou Hang could see this man clearly, with a prickly cropped hair, two bars shaved at the temples, and a black jacket, he was quite handsome.

Zhou Hang was a little annoyed. It was fine for this person to be indifferent in the previous text messages, but why did he still make fun of him when they met.

"Excuse me, are you supporting?" Zhou Hang asked again impatiently.

"Hmm." The other party finally answered, he came close to Zhou Hang, bent down slightly, causing Zhou Hang to involuntarily clenched the bed sheet and frowned, but the man just put his ID card on the bedside table , the card made a slight clicking sound when it was laid flat, and the man's voice was very low:

"My name is Jiang Yu, baby. My suggestion is, go home early when you've had enough fun."

The author says:

The plot of the map is all nonsense, just watch the handsome guy fall in love

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