The wind in Tibet is like a sharp knife. It blows through the skin, and it hurts like a knife.
Even though I was hiding behind Xuan Cang, I was still hurt by the wind.
It seems that the soil and the water feed the other people. Although Tibet is beautiful, it is indeed difficult to raise people with smooth and supple skin!
The night scenery in different places is naturally different. Xuan Cang and I walked out of the hotel, and it was dark and cold outside.
I subconsciously looked up, thinking that Tibet is high in altitude and closer to the stars. It stands to reason that the stars here should be extraordinarily bright and beautiful!
But it turns out that I took it for granted! The dark sky was empty, let alone bright stars, there was no starlight at all.
"Hey..." I raised my head and sighed slightly, inevitably feeling a little disappointed in my heart.
Xuan Cang turned his head slightly and asked with a slight worry, "What? Isn't it comfortable anymore?"
I immediately shook my head and smiled: "Don't worry! My body is not that delicate."
Xuan Cang said silently, and then led me to the outside of the hotel.
The two seemed to enjoy each other very much, and this rare hand in hand walked side by side. Neither Xuan Cang nor I spoke, but they felt very good.
Xuan Cang is not a talkative person at first, and at this moment, I just want to enjoy the silence between the two people more.
The road is a bit dark, coupled with the cold wind like a knife. I walked very slowly, and Xuan Cang had to slow down in front, waiting for me to follow.
"The air here is really dry!" After walking behind Xuan Cang for a while, I suddenly felt a little discouraged.
Because I finally recovered some feelings, and because of this short and not long road, it became a little difficult to breathe. It's as if I didn't have to walk just now, but just finished five kilometers.
The bare skin was also dry and painful because of the wind. It's as if the moisture in the skin is being evaporated by something.
"There is moisturizing cream in the trunk of the car! Remember to wipe it later!" Xuan Cang's faint voice came from in front of me again.
Now I was stunned by his words again.
Turns out... He actually knows to buy a moisturizing cream? This ancient man who was born in ancient times, has gone through countless hours of hardship, and is with gods, demons and monsters every day, even knows such modern things!
I suddenly felt that I didn't seem to understand Xuan Cang at all.
What does he like and hate? Why only drink tea, but never eat anything in the world
The character before was so warm and sunny, why has he become so cold and silent now? What has he experienced in the past hundred years
"Xuan Cang..." I suddenly felt that between Xuan Cang and I, I owe too much communication and conversation with each other.
I always use my own guesses to communicate with him.
Thinking about this, I suddenly felt that my previous self was really naive!
"Huh?" Xuan Cang looked back at me.
It was dark everywhere, and I couldn't see the road ahead, nor could I see his face.
But I knew he was looking at me, his brows frowned and a little doubt in his eyes.
"The road is dark!" I said.
"Oh!" He responded, and suddenly let go of my hand.
My heart burst, and suddenly my empty palm felt a little lonely.
The black figure slowly bends down in front of me.
"You..." I looked at him in surprise. The large and thin robes were blown into the air by the wind. He made his slender figure even thinner and thinner.
"Come on!" His voice came from the front faintly.
I hesitated, I always felt that this kind of scene seemed to have only been seen in novels or on TV before.
I was a little envious at the time, but now it's my turn, but it's hard for me to adapt!
I was hesitating, when Xuan Cang in front suddenly recovered. The long arm swept me around, then turned around, and the next moment I was already obediently lying on his back.
"Ah!" I exclaimed, feeling the icy cold and extremely warm temperature outside of the heavy cotton clothes underneath me.
Xuan Cang walked for a long time in the dark with me behind his back. I couldn't see the road ahead, but I didn't feel scared lying behind him. Just thinking about it, maybe it's not bad to keep going like this!
But this is reality after all, and the road ahead is always finished!
Xuan Cang took me, and finally stopped in front of a huge rock.
Even if the sky is very dark, after looking up, you can still see the black and lacquered stones. At this time, there is a figure sitting faintly resting cross-legged.
The stone in front of it is very tall and huge, as high as a two-story building.
The bottom of the stone is very narrow, and although the surface of the stone is not smooth, it is also very difficult to climb. Unless you have the help of a ladder, denying an ordinary person is difficult to climb!
"Eh! Xuan Cang! Look—" I stood under the rock and looked up at the rock. Reached out and tugged Xuan Cang's robe, wanting to ask him to see it.
Xuan Cang's unmarked backhand grabbed my hand holding his robe and curled it into the palm of his hand.
"Holy monk! The insider knows that, so I hope to give me a word!" He pulled me, raised his head and said to the person on the stone.
His voice is not loud, but it seems very muddy in the night sky.
I have some doubts that the person on the rock can really hear his voice.
But after a while, the man on the stone spoke. It was a series of weird languages that I didn't understand.
Just knowing that that person and Xuan Cang know each other, and that person is bound to be no ordinary person!
The holy monk in Xuan Cang's mouth spoke for a while, but because I couldn't understand, I closed my mouth and didn't speak. Xuan Cang was silent for a while, before turning to speak again: "Since the holy monk understands Chinese, let's use Hanfu to speak!"
"Um..." I am a little unsure, whether Xuan Cang understood what the lama said before, or because he didn't understand, he asked the other party to say it again in Chinese.
The holy monk also fell silent for a while, and then folded his hands together, and said in a fairly standard Mandarin, "Your lady has an extraordinary destiny!"
Maybe I can't think of the latter words, how to use Chinese. The holy monk was silent for a while before speaking a series of words as if talking to himself.
He said: "Sit and watch the clouds and wind turn, the sun and the moon shine together; the gods are in red, but the fans are pitiful."
"Um..." Hearing his headlessness, even the flatness, I just felt like I was'playing the piano against the cow'.
Of course it was the holy monk on the rock playing the piano, and I was just the ignorant grazing cow.
"Sit and watch the clouds and wind turn, the sun and the moon are shining together; the gods are in the red dust, but the fans are pitiful?" Xuan Cang silently repeated the words of the holy monk.
And after listening so carefully, I finally got a little picture concept in my mind.