In the next two days, continue on the road.

The road is getting worse and worse, gradually getting away from people, and the clothes are getting more and more as the temperature drops.

The vegetation was getting less and the whole place was deserted. When the snow-capped mountains appeared on the roadside for the first time, Zong Hang's head was pressed against the car window and looked at it for five minutes.

The snow mountain looks like this, the same as what I saw in the picture before.

The same is the appearance, the different is the feeling that comes to your face.

Yi Sa was not interested in the scenery, so he spent most of his time on the road, and answered a call.

Yi Yunqiao called her and asked her mysteriously: "Sa Sa, have you heard any winds recently?"

The road was bumpy, and Yi Sa grabbed the armrest on the roof of the car with his hand: "What's the sound of the wind?"

"I heard that the Ding family was going to go to the drift cave to do something, so they could hide it."

Yi Sa looked up at the rearview mirror in the car and looked at his concealed face: "I haven't heard of it."

Yi Yunqiao disliked her: "You are just too insensitive and don't take anything to heart. I tell you that something must have happened."

Yi Sa said that something happened, but you were excluded again.

It was so empty that this Aunt Yun Qiao's super sixth sense and keen nerve endings were really disappointed.

...

The terminal is at the foot of a mountain.

Countless streams shine in the sun, each of which is very thin, and the palm lines of the plateau are crisscrossing, like broom threads tied into brooms, thousands of ways.

Where there is water, there is life. The ground is not deserted. It is covered with low yellow-green moss, and there are many small pieces of swamp, surrounded by water, like decaying eyes.

Compared to the desolate and desolate along the way, the foot of the mountain is colorful and particularly lively.

The colors first come from tents. There are more than a dozen tents of various colors distributed in different colors. Most of the dozens of people who come out of them are wearing Tibetan clothes. In addition, they are all year round of plateau operations and are exposed to the sun. They look like Tibetans than Tibetans who are born in the country.

The second is the wind and horse flag, which is scattered and scattered, one by one, almost several miles away. This scale is simply a forest of prayer flags.

After getting off the car, the scene was noisy and messy. Some were busy moving luggage and building new tents, and some reunions after a long time of separation and greeting each other. Yi Sa was not familiar with these people and was not good at socializing. So he took Zong Hang to take a walk and check it out. When passing by one of the tents, he accidentally saw that there were piles of brand new Fengma flags with scriptures piled up inside.

Yi Sa's heart moved and tried to walk slowly to a Fengma Banner - the altitude here is more than 4,000, and slightly more intense exercise can easily cause discomfort.

This Fengma flag is also brand new and shattered.

Zong Hang had not adapted much to the plateau yet, and had only walked for a few journeys and was already a little breathing: "Is there anything wrong?"

Yi Sa pondered: "All the wind and horses are new."

What's wrong with the new one? Zong Hang still didn't understand.

Yi Sa explained to him: "This kind of wind and horse, also called prayer banners, has scriptures printed on it. Tibetans believe that blowing these prayer banners once is equivalent to reciting the scriptures, which is a very meritorious thing - we have seen a lot along the way, many of which have faded and turned white, because of the wind and rain that have been blowing in the open air for many years."

"But these around the camp are brand new and so many goods have been put in place, which means it was only built in the past two days, so I don't know what it is to do."

***

Yi Sa only understood what it should be done in the evening.

After nightfall, the surroundings should have been pitch black, but looking around, the ground and prayer flags were covered with green colors, with stars, which were spectacular, making the sky full of stars dimly.

Many people got out of the tent to see it strange. Zong Hang also took out his cell phone to take pictures, but unfortunately the brightness was not enough at night, and all the pictures were full of ghosts.

He was joining in the fun here, but Yi Sa saw the trick.

The three surnames marked this place as the key area for the next "ground opening" of the drifting cave, so a prayer flag forest of several miles was set up here, and the ground and prayer flag forest were sprinkled with luminescent powder.

This thing, exposed to sunlight during the day, can store light energy. At night, it will slowly release faint fluorescence, and there will be no problem to support it for a whole night.

In the camp, people will definitely be arranged to keep watch at night: if the door is really opened, the wind will rush to the stars, the luminous powder on the ground and the hanging wind horse flags will strangely ride the wind up. With such a clear signal, as long as the "ground door" appears, it will not be missed.

***

There was no entertainment at night, so after eating, they went back to their tents to rest.

Zong Hang and Yi Sa shared a double tent. He had never lived in it before. He felt it was rare. He got into the sleeping bag early and felt it felt like he was put in a condom, with his hands and feet tied up. It was very interesting.

But this freshness passed quickly.

The ground is uneven, and even if the moisture-proof pad is applied, the lower the body is. The longer the night time, the lower the temperature will drop. The sleeping bag is wrapped in a slight leak, and the air conditioner will penetrate. The wind is very strong, huh, as if it is rolling down from a high hill, the tent is pulled straight in all directions, and the night light hanging on the top is also brought to the east and west.

It was so scary that there was no sound around, and there were only occasional coughs that sounded in unknown direction.

Zong Hang poked the tent with his hand: "Yi Sa, is this reliable? If a wolf comes in the middle of the night and grabs the hole with one claw, I may be dragged away."

Yi Sa is playing with a fishing machine.

Bored, she only has this entertainment activity left: "Do you love me? A wolf doesn't drag others, just drag you?"

Yes, their tent is in the middle, and if there are really wolves coming, they should sweep away the ones that are behind.

So Zong Hang wrapped his sleeping bag and watched Yi Sa fishing steadily: "Yi Sa, are you talking about this drifting cave, dangerous?"

"I haven't seen it in, who knows?"

Zong Hang felt that he had asked nonsense again, but he and Yi Sa were both dead and alive. When they became serious, they would drift into the cave to resurrect them - they should not do anything to them again, right? They are "birth".

After seeing it for a while, he felt itchy and couldn't help but reach for the idle fishing rod that was stuck in the corner of the pond.

Yi Sa reacted so quickly and pulled the pond plate over and said, "What are you doing?"

Zong Hang was angry: "There are four fishing rods, and several people can play together. Do you have the spirit to share?"

"No."

The answer was so straightforward, Zong Hang had no choice but to say a while, "I'm afraid I can't catch it."

Yi Sa sneered: "You are the only one?"

She pushed the pond plate over: "Come on, three games determine the winner and lose. Who will catch more fish? Let's talk about it first, what should I do if the loser?"

Zong Hang said: "You can say whatever you want."

Yi Sa also simply said: "Wear women's clothing to take photos."

Zong Hang made a decision: "Okay!"

So Yi Sa stuffed the fish he had caught back to his original position one by one.

Zong Hang looked at her placing the plate and suddenly came back to his senses: "No, you are a woman!"

Yi Sa pinched the fishing rod in his hand: "Why are there so many words? Will I lose? It's only possible that you lose, it's time to start."

Zong Hang was so angry that she obviously made her move: But it doesn't matter, he won by his strength.

Yi Sa pressed the switch.

With the buzzing sound, Zong Hang was extremely nervous and quickly caught one, another, more focused than when he was a child. When the head of the fishing rod was hanging down, Yi Sa's fishing rod came over and directly cut off his target.

Zong Hang said: "Oh..."

Yi Sa didn't raise his head: "What, this society is so cruel, it's robbed."

She did what she said, she would catch, and she would focus on making trouble with him until the last second.

In the first game, Zong Hang lost.

At the beginning of the second game, Yi Sa shook the fishing rod, like a whip squirting someone: "I forgot to say that women's clothing, from the inside to the outside, needs a full set."

Zong Hang said nothing, his eyes were bright and confident.

As soon as the switch was pressed, the buzzing sound came out again. Yi Sa was so proud that he was not vigilant. He had just caught one of the fishing rods. He grabbed it as soon as he threw it away. He grabbed seven or eight of them in one hand.

Yi Sa said: "Oh..."

Zong Hang was proud: "Society is so cruel. We need to adapt and use our brains."

In the second game, it was tied one to one.

The third game that determines the outcome is here.

The wind outside was even stronger, and the sound of the wind and horse flag seemed to be everywhere. Zong Hang felt that this might be the feeling of the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

The placing is in place.

It is still Yi Sa who is responsible for pressing the switch.

Her hand slowly stretched out to the key: "It's ready, three, two..."

Before the "one" was counted, the fierce battle had begun.

Yes, society is cruel. If you want to adapt, what kind of fish should you grab? The most safest thing is to take it in one pot and grab the toy machine.

Zong Hang thought that only he thought of it.

The poor inferior plastic toy machine has been deformed with force from four hands.

Zong Hang tried his best to stuff the toy machine into his arms: People should fight for their destiny, and he would not want to wear women's clothing if he beat him to death.

Yi Sa's arm was not sure how it grew, but he actually came over from under his body, grabbed the toy machine, and squeezed his waist hard through the sleeping bag with the other hand.

Zong Hang tried his best to hide, spread out an arm to defend the enemy, and shouted: "Foof! You are fouled!"

...
To be continued...