Eight wind does not move

Jiang Yu took Zhou Hang to a small bar in a familiar area. When he opened the door, there was a doorbell. Shaking slowly.

Jiang Yu picked up a chair and asked Zhou Hang to sit first. When he came back, he had two cans of beer in one hand and a glass in the other.

Zhou Hang subconsciously planned to pick up a can of beer, but Jiang Yu nimbly dodged it.

"Can children drink alcohol?" Jiang Yu asked deliberately in a drawn out tone. Seeing that Zhou Hang's face had darkened a lot, he leaned closer to him and asked, "Have you turned eighteen this year?"

"I'm half fifty." Zhou Hang said angrily, stood up from his chair and reached out to grab it, but Jiang Yu held up the beer.Jiang Yu was much taller than himself, and his arms were so long that Zhou Hang couldn't reach them at all.

Zhou Hang got a little angry, and simply pulled back his body, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Hey, don't do it in public!" Jiang Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he folded the can of beer on top of his can, and gave him another bottle of coconut milk like a magic trick.

"Are you treating me like a child?"

"I'm concerned about you. You've come to the plains not long ago. You can't drink alcohol at high altitudes. It's not good for your health."

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, he opened the tops of the two cans of beer and poured them all into his own glass. Seeing Zhou Hang looking at him, he did not forget to say with his mouth: "Good boy, drink milk."

Zhou Hang: ...

He sat down heavily and tore off the lid of the coconut milk can.

He is not stupid, of course he can see that Jiang Yu is deliberately teasing himself, the best way is to ignore it, but every time he doesn't know why, he always jumps into the trap that Jiang Yu dug for himself with poor skills In retrospect, I feel terribly childish.

Thinking about it, Zhou Hang felt depressed and lay down in front of the table.

The two were quiet for a while, but were suddenly interrupted by a ringtone. Zhou Hang clicked to take a look, then swiped to hang up.

"Who is it?"

"My mother." Zhou Hang said, "It's okay, I'll text back."

"Zhou Hang, why is your family willing to release you?" Jiang Yu asked with a slight smile, "I'm really curious why you still come to our place."

"My father used to be in the shawl business." Zhou Hang said suddenly, "There is a kind of shawl, the English name is shatooshi."

Jiang Yu's expression froze obviously, and he gave Zhou Hang a complicated look.

Shatooshi, the Chinese name is Shatooshi, is soft and light, and has excellent warmth retention effect. It was once sought after by European and American nobles.

At the same time, it is made of Tibetan antelope cashmere. Behind one Shahtoosh is the life of four or five Tibetan antelopes.

"I only heard that your business is doing very well." Jiang Yu said slowly: "I heard that it was almost your father who worked hard in his early years."

Zhou Hang hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "You probably don't know this. Our family's start-up capital is the huge profits from selling shatooshi overseas, but my father quit more than [-] years ago."

"Thirty years ago, poaching was the most rampant." Jiang Yu closed his eyes: "And no one cares about it, and it's not even bound by the law. It's really a loophole."

"Yes, my father has been reflecting, he has been saying for the last few years of his life, this is a debt he owed, and he hopes we can also remember."

"I see. Is it your family's rule that you can only take over the property if you have participated in anti-poaching and obtained atonement?" Jiang Yu opened his mouth exaggeratedly: "Wow, you can make a movie."

"There is no such thing as a secondary school!" Zhou Hang immediately retorted: "But there is also a reason for this, I think, if you try your best, this life will not be in vain."

It was quite difficult for Zhou Hang to say the last few words, because he didn't know how to organize the language. Is this a redemption for his father?It doesn't seem to be, so what is the meaning of all this?Realize your own life value?

In fact, Zhou Hang didn't think much about it.

"Jiang Yu, can I understand you?" Zhou Hang asked, "I've told you so much, you should also tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" Jiang Yu raised his legs and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Then why did you come here?" Zhou Hang asked immediately.

"It's also because of my father."

It took several seconds for Zhou Hang to utter the word ah. He really didn't expect Jiang Yu to tell him about him.

"My father used to work in anti-poaching, and his name was Tsering."

Zhou Hang spat out a mouthful of milk and choked for a long time, Jiang Yu tore a pile of napkins and threw them on his clothes with a face full of helplessness.

"Really?" Zhou Hang stopped coughing and asked, "I don't believe it."

"Why did you lie to you?"

"My God, I have read many reports about him. He is a hero who dedicated his life to Hoh Xil. I still remember that I collected all the first reports about the anti-poaching situation in Hoh Xil. The person interviewed was your father.. …”

"The reporter is my mother." Jiang Yu suddenly interjected, and Zhou Hang's eyes widened in shock.

The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, and then Zhou Hang commented: "It's time to make a movie."

Jiang Yu couldn't hold it back, he laughed, and couldn't stop laughing even more. Zhou Hang didn't know where he hit the other party's laughter by imitating Jiang Yu's words, making people laugh so out of control, the laughter It is contagious, Zhou Hang looked puzzled at Jiang Yu's unsteady smile, and couldn't help laughing along with him.

The two laughed foolishly for a long time, and Jiang Yu rubbed his face and stopped laughing: "I found it really naive to stay with you, buying such a deceptive stone, and still laughing for so long for no reason."

"You bought the stone, and you started laughing first." Zhou Hang hiccupped while laughing, and thumped Jiang Yu's shoulder: "Don't shirk your responsibility."

When he raised his head, he met Jiang Yu's eyes. No wonder he thought Jiang Yu looked a bit exotic before. Thinking of the reports he had read about Tsering in his early years, the man in the photo was naturally not as good-looking as Jiang Yu, but he had sharp edges and corners. On his face, there are slender and upturned eyes like Jiang Yu.But Tsering's appearance is more gloomy, and Jiang Yu always has a playful smile on his face, so he really doesn't think they are father and son.

Tsering, this is a well-known name. Zhou Hang remembered that he died at the border between China and Nepal while chasing poachers. When the bullet passed through his chest, he was still holding the gun tightly in his hand.

That was the time when poaching was the most rampant. The government did not intervene at all, and could only rely on this kind of non-governmental anti-poaching organization. The environment was harsh, the equipment was poor, and there was no salary or security. It was unimaginable for ordinary people to persevere.

It was at this time that my father made a fortune through the shawl trade, and has since developed his own business.

And Jiang Yu's father gave his life in this no man's land at this time.

It's hard not to be sad.

"Your father is a hero." Zhou Hang said sincerely, "I really envy you."

Jiang Yu lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't know what to say, and finally sighed: "That's right."

"You're fine too." Zhou Hang added, "Do you want to be like your father?"

Jiang Yu's eyes narrowed, probably because of drinking, the corners of his eyes were a little red, they looked at each other for a few seconds, Jiang Yu turned his head first.

He watched the bubbles slowly rise to the surface of the water in the glass, and asked, "How long has it been since your father died?"

Zhou Hang felt that he was changing the subject, but he didn't point it out, and replied: "I left when I was in junior high school, I was overworked, and in addition, I got the root of my illness in Tibetan areas in my early years."

"Your father is also very good, at least he made your family live a good life."

These words are not at all like what Jiang Yu would say, Zhou Hang couldn't believe his ears, he shook his head: "That's ill-gotten wealth."

Jiang Yu smiled: "In this world, the dilemma is really difficult."

Zhou Hang originally wanted to refute, but he suddenly thought that they actually have a life, and he thought of the child named Dolma at the post station.

What is the starting point of evil? It is desire, or it may be helplessness.

He is not very happy to think of them as complex social individuals, he wants to treat them as simple, sinful people, the poachers are guilty, and so is his father.

However, Jiang Yu didn't seem like a person who would think for poachers. He felt that when Jiang Yu faced poachers, his ruthlessness was even a little daunting.Why do you say such things?

Zhou Hang didn't think deeply, he just suddenly felt that Jiang Yu seemed to be walking on a glorious road, following Jiang Yu's father closely, although that road was muddy and difficult.

He wants to be like that too.

"No way, can you get drunk even after drinking coconut milk?" Jiang Yu asked him suddenly, and Zhou Hang realized that he was lying on the small table.

"No." Zhou Hang straightened up and said, "I'm thinking about something."

"What do you think?"

"I want..." Zhou Hang was a little embarrassed to say the words, and happened to look up and saw the message wall in front of him, which was full of postcards left by tourists, so he said casually: "I want to write one too. "

Before Jiang Yu opened his mouth and thought he was boring, Zhou Hang jumped off his chair and went to the front desk to choose a postcard. He deliberately picked out a postcard from Hoh Xil and folded it back.

At this time, Jiang Yu's wine glass was already empty, and he was carefully looking at the postcards on the wall.

"What are you doing looking at others?" Zhou Hang reached out and patted Jiang Yu's shoulder, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"See what other people are writing."

"What are they writing?"

"Don't you want to know?"

"I'll see for myself." Zhou Hang said angrily, and looked up at the dazzling wall of postcards. It was nothing more than a safe journey, and many hoped to have a romantic encounter in this magical place.

Zhou Hang: ...

"Then what do you want to write?" Jiang Yu asked, Zhou Hang had already picked up the pen.

"I hope I can become stronger," Zhou Hang said while writing, "become useful sooner."

"It's very self-aware."

Zhou Hang was too lazy to bother with Jiang Yu, and continued to write: "I hope to meet a good person, ah, I think I have already met."

"me?"

"except you."

"..."

"I hope there are no gunshots in Hoh Xil." Zhou Hang wrote the last sentence sincerely, drew a sentence, and suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and asked Jiang Yu: "Do you think I should ask for a date for myself? It's a little out of place."

"What are you writing?"

Zhou Hang wrote half of it, and wanted to say it was embarrassing and didn't want to write it anymore, but Jiang Yu told him to finish it in a daze.

So Zhou Hang had no choice but to grit his teeth and finished writing the embarrassing statement that he hoped to have a partner this year, put down his pen and asked Jiang Yu: "Aren't you going to write?"

Jiang Yu took the pen from Zhou Hang, and took the postcard in Zhou Hang's hand, and signed his name beside Zhou Hang's upright signature.

Zhou Hang didn't realize it at first, but now he got agitated and jumped up to grab the postcard: "Why did you sign my postcard?"

The other party didn't care about Zhou Hang's yelling at all, put the cap back on the pen, then picked a tack, nailed the postcard to an inconspicuous place, and said softly, "Let's encourage each other."

Rarely, the road back was no longer full of barren beaches, probably because it was almost June and the calving period was approaching.

"Is that a Tibetan antelope?" Zhou Hang asked with wide-eyed eyes. Jiang Yu looked along the place Zhou Hang pointed to, and a small group of antelope gathered together.

"No, it's a gazelle. Look at the white spot on the butt."

Seeing Zhou Hang's slightly disappointed look, Jiang Yu couldn't help but chuckled, turned his head and continued driving, and after a while, he suddenly pushed Zhou Hang.

"Zhou Hang, look quickly." Zhou Hang, who was slightly distracted, was pushed back, and looked at the angle of Jiang Yu's finger, and saw a small group of jumping, black dots.

Zhou Hang regained his energy immediately, he grabbed the binoculars on his lap and pressed them against the bridge of his nose.

In the binoculars, the creatures called "elves" are jumping.

"This is the first time I've seen a wild Tibetan antelope." Zhou Hang was a little excited. He leaned almost half of his body out of the window. Jiang Yu couldn't help but drag Zhou Hang back, worried that he would fall out of the car because of his excitement.

"It should be migratory ewes, and the calving period will be in June soon." Jiang Yu took a look: "Now it is getting rarer and rarer, and they will not easily approach humans."

When the car drove towards the protection station, figures appeared in Zhou Hang's binoculars. They were Bai Guangpin and Amon.

Bai Guangpin was waving at them all the time. He was wrapped in a gray overcoat, which made him look even thinner. Amon behind him was like a giant background board.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

In the lonely sound of wind and engine, Bai Guangpin's voice jumped as briskly as the herd of Tibetan antelopes.