There are five people, Chongyang, Hu Qinan, and Ning Peiping and Ning Peichun.
Ning Peichun said that since he was here to pick us up, he had to pick it up, but I saw that he smiled happily than me. I always felt that these two people just wanted to use Hu Qinan's ticket.
The ticket was 11:45, and it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon when I left Gongga International Airport. As soon as I landed, I felt a daze, and my breathing was a little bit awkward. "Are you okay?" Chongyang asked.
I got used to it, and there was nothing particularly uncomfortable, and soon it was no longer abnormal, "It's okay."
Ning Peiping went to pick up the car nearby, and the others waited for him on the spot.
Since it is in July, it is considered the best weather for traveling to Tibet. As soon as you come out of the airport, you can see the vast sky hanging above the clouds and the angular Cangshan mountains connecting to the distance. He breathed out a suffocating breath, and his mind was refreshed.
When the wind blows on my body, even the corners of my clothes can drive it. Hu Qinan came up and patted my backpack, "Pay attention to the sun."
The backpack is some essential items provided by Hu Qinan. I am afraid that as soon as I open it, I will see some climbing picks, cold light bombs, flashlights, marching food, Luoyang shovel, etc. Fortunately, there are only a few thick and thin clothes and some inside. Something for sun protection and wind protection.
"Why do you bring so many clothes?" I asked smoothly.
"The temperature difference between day and night is big." Hu Qinan took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and answered casually.
Chongyang and I put a bunch of anti-radiation and sunscreen things on his face and neck, then put on hats and sunglasses, and the background music started.
At this time, Ning Peiping also picked up the car. A Wuling Hongguang, which had been driving for many years, had a shell like a graffiti wall. It was painted colorfully, particularly conspicuous, and I saw it from a long distance.
We opened the back seat door and sat on it, and I joked: "Okay, I didn't think it was still an artist."
Ning Peiping still has that expression, "I bought it second-hand, and when I got it, there were a lot of scratches on the body. Chunzi usually likes to paint something, so let him paint it like this for me."
Chunzi is Ning Peichun. The two brothers should have a good relationship, but their personalities are quite different. One is Chen Jing introverted, the other is active and free.
Ning Peichun interrupted and said, "Anyway, I'm a tour guide. Those who travel here like this tune."
I deeply agree, "Indeed, very recognizable."
The road was flat, and the cement road and the oil road were brand new. I was against the Yuntianyuan Mountain outside the window. It didn't take long for me to turn the car into a small town and stop.
"Here." Ning Peiping said.
"Welcome to Jiazhulin Town." Ning Peichun said.
"Is your tavern here?"
Ning Peiping nodded while closing the door, "The old patriarch came here to pick you up in person."
This made me feel good about this old patriarch of the Qinghai-Tibet Ning family, who I had never met before and didn't know much about.
The so-called tavern is really a tavern, and it is not in the center of Jiazhulin Town, but on the edge of the wilderness outside the town. Whenever you enter the town, you have to pass through the only main traffic road.
Outside the pub stood a huge wind horse flag stand. The wind horse flag is a unique way of praying for the Tibetans. Banners of various shapes and colors are orderly fixed in the open field and sway between the earth and the sky, forming a realm connecting the earth and the sky. It can be seen in the temples and houses at the intersections of mountains and rivers in Tibetan areas.
I stared at the Fengmaqi flag that was fluttering in the wind. Gu Tang should have set off here. When Ning Peiping saw him for the first time, he was also staring at Fengmaqi, no. Knowing what he was thinking at that time.
The tavern opened its door, and there were a few tables of guests sitting in it. Looking at the costumes, I knew it was some tourists. When we saw a few of us coming in, they looked at us with kindness. In such a peaceful and remote environment as Tibet, the people who come here will change It's a lot easier going.
An old man in a Tibetan robe sat behind the table the first moment we walked in, squinting at us. This squinting look didn't feel threatening, but only made people feel cordial.
"That's the old patriarch."
Ning Peiping took us over. Ning Peichun smiled and said to the old man: "Master, is the wine good?"
The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, revealing a few in his mouth. Although he was wearing a Tibetan robe and looked almost like a Tibetan by his appearance, he still spoke in pure Mandarin, "A good drink is a good drink. Can't drink too much."
Although the old patriarch said that he was very old, he was still clever and bright, and his voice was loud and clear.
After he finished speaking, he smiled and turned his head to look at us, his eyes staying mainly on me, "These are the guests from Beijing?" He stood up, Ning Peiping and Ning Peichun sat aside, neither I meant to help. I pretended to stretch out my hand to help, and the old patriarch waved his hand, "Ning Chuan is in good spirits. Isn't it accustomed to coming to Tibet?"
"I just got off the plane, and now people are still floating."
The old man laughed, "The body is still good, there are still some people here who can't stand it when they first came."
He took my hand and sat on his left hand side, and then greeted Chongyang and Hu Qinan to sit there too. The four of them happened to be sitting on the same side. I was watching Ning Peiping and Ning Peichun, both of whom were playing with their mobile phones.
It can be seen that in the Qinghai-Tibet Ning family, there is no such thing as serious seniority. Of course, this is also inseparable from the easygoing temperament of the old man in front of him.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at us and said, "I have counted for a long time these days. The generations are really messed up. It would be better if you have the genealogy of yours, but I heard that Ning Hanqing did not enter the genealogy, so Now I don’t know which branch of Nanyang you are from?"
I nodded, "We are considered to be stripped out, so we are not included in the genealogy."
The old man sighed, grabbed my hand and said, "I've done it. Although I am old, I should be the same generation as you."
I sincerely said: "We don't care about our seniority anymore. No matter what, I should call you grandpa."
The old man nodded with emotion, and then shook his head, "Your grandfather is a history of Ning, so you shouldn't say your grandfather, call him Uncle, Si Uncle."
"Four uncle."
"Hey, good."
Sibo let go of my hand, "Of course there is something to let those small ones pick you up to Tibet this time."
I nodded, "This is natural."
"Once, it's a look at the younger generation in the clan. When people get old, they always think about the young people behind them."
I nodded.
Sibo continued, "Secondly, although you don't want to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors, you still have to take a look at the ancestors' rankings and worship."
I said, "This is what it should be."
"Three..." Uncle Si paused and looked up at me, "There are still things to ask you."
I didn't have much surprise. I had already guessed in this regard. This Sibo is very old, but he knows a lot of information from the outside world, and he can also guard the Ning Family Ancestral Hall, and he can barely cultivate eight successors to the Longevity Plan. In any case, he cannot be regarded as one person. Ordinary old man's.
Besides, there is another point that attracted my attention. In the process of making statements, Ning Peiping did not disclose detailed information about the old patriarch and my fourth uncle, such as his earlier experience, such as why he insisted so much. it's here.
Either Ning Peiping and the others deliberately kept it, or they didn't even know a few of them. So it's not surprising that I can say one, two or three points to this old patriarch.
"Xiaochun, go out and buy something to eat, and when the guests are full, go to the ancestral hall to see." Uncle Si suddenly said to Ning Peichun.
Ning Peichun was originally playing with a mobile phone, but soon he heard the order, and asked Ning Peiping for the car keys to go out to buy food.
Had a Tibetan-style afternoon meal, butter tea, barley noodles or something.
After eating, I got in the car and went to the ancestral hall of the Qinghai-Tibet Ning Family. The ancestral hall is in Gongga County, the first dilapidated building with both Han and Tibetan styles. Although it is dilapidated, it has to be built by high-ranking households. It can be seen that when the Ning family built this ancestral hall, the clan was still closely connected. (End of this chapter)