There is a Chinese brand cigarette between the index finger and the middle finger of the left hand, and the swaying cigarette end is wrapped around the finger, revealing a strange smell. At this point, the fingers of his right hand are flapping the steering wheel uneasily.
Another herd of cattle grazed leisurely in the car.
"honk the horn."
I said, suddenly I had a strange antipathy to this unruly and self-righteous creature. In the mainland, the industriousness and simplicity of cattle are highly respected. But under the blue sky in Tibet, they have different situations.
"You don't have to honk. That's good. "
Niu Qiangzi flicked the ash that fell on his finger, suddenly turned off the fire and got off the bus. The warm sunshine shone on his round forehead, reflecting a strange color.
Niu Qiangzi's trip to Tibet is neither long nor short. Pinch the index, which is half a year and ten days. Of course, no one in this world will care about the length of time he stays somewhere except himself.
When Niu Qiangzi told me this, there was a little vicissitudes in his throat.
The blue sky in Tibet is so pure that even the white clouds cannot bear to stay. Niu Qiangzi greeted the passing cows with his fingers baked with incense.
A gray calf stopped, cocked its head and looked at him with innocent eyes.
"Hello, cow!" Niu Qiangzi said.
"Haha, let's go."
I smiled and was amused by Niu Qiangzi's words.
Cattle and humans look at each other gracefully and harmoniously.
Time passed behind me.
"What's the date today?"
Niu Qiangzi suddenly turned to ask me. The left hand began to touch the pocket. I noticed that he was left-handed. It is said that left-handed people are different, not only in the use of limbs, but also in high IQ and EQ. However, they are another creature in this world. Live alone and stubbornly.
I know what he is looking for. There is nothing but cigarettes.
I frowned.
Niu Qiangzi finally took out what he wanted from his pocket. Bang, the fire shone, and a wisp of smoke curled up from his yellow fingers.
"I have no idea about days."
Niu Qiangzi leaned against the window, and the smoke made his face instantly confusing, just like his undisclosed life experience.
"I only know today and tomorrow."
What a strange man!
"So yesterday? What about your yesterday? " I asked.
He smoked leisurely and watched the smoke ring in front of him go away with the wind.
"However, this reminds me of one thing."
Niu Qiangzi smacked his dry lips and then said simply, "Today is the fifth anniversary of my divorce from my ex-wife."
It's like telling a story that has nothing to do with you.
I first heard that the day of divorce can be regarded as an anniversary.
This man who began to gain weight slightly, this man who always hangs a smile and loneliness on his face at the same time, and this man who hides his story behind a smoke ring makes me very curious.
"Your wife?"
Following the cattle, a pilgrimage team appeared. Three or five Zangmin, muttering to themselves, folded their hands and kowtowed devoutly.
"It's an ex-wife." Niu Qiangzi gave a thumbs-up to the crowd and corrected me.
Walking in the front of the team is a middle-aged Tibetan man with dark skin and unkempt appearance.
When he approached, Niu Qiangzi solemnly thrust twenty yuan into his hand. The man is holding a big bill in his hand and smiling silently. In the sun, Huang Cancan's two big gold teeth are dazzling.
Just longing for the magic of Tibet?
Please don't go to Tibet.
Just ask the mystery of Tibet?
Please don't go to Tibet.
Just to find the sacredness of Tibet?
Please don't go to Tibet either.
Niu Qiangzi's dreamy voice drifted away under the blue sky in Tibet in December. ...
Niu Qiangzi said that people in Xizang is a great nation. In this world of gradually losing faith, the Tibetan people firmly cling to a sacred land.
Niu Qiangzi said that he used to be a man of faith, just like party member, a producer of * * *, and firmly believed that * * * productism would be realized all over the world.
Niu Qiangzi said that he was sorry not only for his ex-wife, but also for all the women who loved him. ...
I snorted and smiled. "So, you came to Tibet to atone?"
"You must be surprised, why do middle-aged people like me choose a wandering life when they are not with their families?"
Niu Qiangzi threw away his cold cigarette butt.
The cold wind blew hard and we quickly squeezed into the warm cab.
I don't know why, but I really want to get the answer. My relationship with Niu Qiangzi began when we met at the airport. We only knew each other for three days.
But I have an urgent desire to know him.
To put it simply, I have a desire to spy, and at the same time, I get my own spiritual pleasure while digging into the inner world of others.
"Have you noticed those cows?"
Niu Qiangzi restarted the off-road vehicle. On an empty road, speed is no longer important.
"pay attention." I replied: "very leisurely, very arrogant, there is nothing next to it." Say that finish, secretly glanced at him. This answer seems to have something to do with him.
His right corner of his mouth rose slightly. Very masculine lips.
"I observed it very carefully."
Niu Qiangzi nodded.
"Live according to your own rules. As long as it is considered correct, it will stick to it. "
"However, it is easy to hurt innocent people."
I hesitated for a moment, then added, "I might hurt myself."
The reception was held at the famous Yongyuan Hotel in Lhasa.
Niu waited in the car downstairs for a long time, but he never urged him.
He is a competent driver. I always thought so. I was almost shocked when I learned that he turned out to be the boss of a Tibetan company.
Niu Qiangzi's driving skills are first-class, which will give people a sense of security whether in ice and snow or on a flat road. So, in the past few days, I can't help thinking that he is a perfect driver.
I don't know what he thinks of himself. But our conversation has always been in a relaxed and happy state. Perhaps my ignorance and simplicity set off his profundity and profundity.
It was Niu Qiangzi and his colleagues who planned the banquet.
I imagine Niu Qiangzi and a dozen of his colleagues are drunk and hot all over. An itchy impulse rose in my heart.
What kind of story will the mysterious man bring me next?
In this tempting and impetuous society, binge drinking has become the most gorgeous landscape. People hold their own purposes and compete with each other in various banquets.
I'm obviously not used to such a noisy environment.
I have always prided myself on a quiet and tidy office and a nine-to-five white-collar life.
I remember Niu Qiangzi said, "When you are addicted to happiness, you are the loneliest."
This man who claims to love loneliness never makes a sound except to introduce me to his colleagues through the door. Fortunately, my colleagues seem to have become accustomed to his indifference, and all their enthusiasm has fallen on me. ...
"In fact, I can't see your happiness either." I raised my glass and pretended to say meaningfully to Niu Qiangzi.
"It's not good for women to drink." Niu Ziqiang didn't care about my words. When he saw someone picking up a glass and coming towards me, he immediately added loudly:
"Forcing women to drink is even worse!"
The man backed away angrily.
"Aren't you worried about what others think of you?"
I asked secretly, in my opinion, being interrupted is unpleasant.
A sarcastic smile flashed across his mouth. "I am for your own good. Don't think you can drink some wine. You can't drink it in Tibet. "
My face is burning. Maybe it's because of the embarrassment of being spied on.
The cell phone on the dining table keeps ringing,
A glance at it is great. He will call every day these days to care if I have altitude sickness.
I turned off my cell phone.
In the crowd pushing plates and holding lamps, I saw another different cow, Hadron. That is a man who is taciturn, talkative but has three points of pride.
Unconsciously, I suddenly care about every expression on his face, whether it is care, indifference or ridicule.
This is a mysterious man. There must be a lot of secrets behind him.
But will he tell me? The so-called little girl movie in his eyes ...
Today the weather is fine, and the sunshine is as bright as ever. I don't know why, I think it's appropriate to use the word "bright and beautiful" at this time, just like my mood, transparent without losing warmth.
Not far away is a willow forest. In my impression, it seems that willows should grow in the south. Willow grass is a place where talented people and beautiful women in the south of the Yangtze River hide their worries. These willows in front of us are slightly old, the dark and silent trunks are integrated with the desolate earth, and the cold branches seem to contain infinite vitality.
Cows in twos and threes either stand or lie on the grass. Not far away, some wild ducks are flapping their wings happily.
"Niu Zong-"I am awkward.
Niu Qiangzi slowly stepped on the brake, then took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit the lighter.
I opened the door and flew out of the cab like a bird.
"What a beautiful scenery!"
I exclaimed loudly. Then twist a head to greet the silent and panting people in the cab:
"Come and see."
Niu Qiangzi glanced at me and did not move. I know he hates such guards in his bones.
I am sent by the head office, which is similar to an "imperial envoy". His part is shown in my report. Therefore, not only am I not afraid of his indifference, but I am stimulated by his indifference.
"If you were me, facing the sky and Woods in Tibet every day and passing these cows every day, I believe you wouldn't feel this way!"
He finally made up his mind, pressed out the cigarette in his hand, poked his head out of the car and responded lightly.
"You must have a story. Come, let me listen. "
I put my head near the window.
"DuDu!"
Niu Qiangzi's mobile phone called out at an inappropriate time. The voice on the other end of the phone makes me nervous. My intuition tells me that it must be a woman. Niu Qiangzi's voice and eyes revealed his secret.
I turned my head away to show that I was an outsider.
Niu Qiangzi decisively ended the call in one minute. "My ex-wife asked me if I would go home for the New Year." After that, he seemed to realize something and smiled shyly at me.
"In fact, you look good when you smile." I laughed too. "It's time for you to go home."
"Go home?"
Niu Qiangzi fumbled in his pocket, and I immediately stopped him:
"You should smoke less. Smoking is harmful to health. "
Niu Qiangzi took back his hands and put them on the steering wheel.
"You are very friendly to your ex-wife." I turned my head.
"Yes, she is a rare good woman."
"Since you are a good woman, why do you want to separate?" I asked.
"It is immoral to marry someone you don't love." Niu Qiangzi paid half a salary thoughtfully and gave me a surprise answer.
"Didn't you get married because of love?"
"I think so too. I was in pain when I found out that I didn't love her at all. After a long ideological struggle, I finally showed my cards to her. " He lowered his head and had a deep voice.
"You are so sorry for her." I suddenly got angry, but for a woman I've never met.
"I can choose to continue to avoid her and live like this. We all have a stable and good income, a house and a car. However, I can't do this. Since it is wrong, it can't be wrong! "
Poor woman, she must be very sad.
"So, I left all my belongings to her and left with simple luggage."
Niu Qiangzi sighed. "Shortly after the divorce, I quit my original job. My colleagues think I'm crazy. Because my promotion document will be approved soon. After resigning, I wandered for five years and worked for different bosses. I was introduced to this company in Tibet six months ago.
"Have you found the ideal love?"
"No."
He thought about it and added, "Maybe, I found it and missed it."
He looked up at the blue sky in the distance and called me to get on the bus.
"Let me show you the Yarlung Zangbo River."
Off-road vehicles galloped on the highway, and there was a suffocating silence in the cab besides the sound of the engine.
The old willows on both sides gradually receded in the car, and a light blue river appeared in front of us.
"This is the legendary Yarlung Zangbo River?" I sneered, "It's much narrower and shallower than I thought!"
"There is the Milky Way in the sky and the Yarlung Zangbo River on the ground. This river is ordinary in your eyes, but unusual in the eyes of Tibetans. This is their mother river. "
In fact, I already know this knowledge. However, after Niu Qiangzi said it, he naturally had an unusual feeling. I took out my camera and took a picture at random.
Awei's phone call interrupted my interest.
"Where are you and when will you come back?" He asked me in his usual gentle voice.
"Yarlung Zangbo River." I answered loudly.
"ah? Yarlung Zangbo River? Be careful to get sick in such a cold day! "
I frowned slightly. "You want me to be sick!"
See I hang up the phone mercilessly, cattle self-improvement hesitated, "someone cares about you, don't be so tough. Boyfriend? "
"Not a boyfriend, a male friend!" I emphasize.
Niu Qiangzi didn't speak. But I really hope he can keep asking questions. I even want to tell him that awei and I are just friends since childhood. But when I saw Niu Qiangzi's indifference, I had to swallow back the words in my throat.
The car is driving on the 3 18 national highway.
Outside the window, white snow flowers are dancing in the sun. In the cab, the numbers on the height indicator are constantly changing, 4500 meters, 4600 meters, 4700 meters and 4800 meters. ...
I, Niu Qiangzi, said nothing and held the steering wheel tightly. Occasionally stop the car slowly, light a cigarette, and look at the world wrapped in silver in the distance.
There is a euphemistic female voice in the CD, which is the most romantic thing. Never tire of listening. I'm a little drunk.