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One day without incident, until the evening. In between, the Japanese people to get off of my insistence, finally seeing improvement in the spirit of eating noodles, but they look at my eyes from becoming elusive, no one would dare to speak talked to me again, as if I was rude and unreasonable mixed person; couples when the male college students out of the car to see their dreams a long absence, the holy lake; benefits and Germany, the West always suspected Israeli spy to discuss philosophical questions of religion, without looking at me; that two spies had red hair blame After the right of the Tanggula I became benign countenance, I think they are good, but no gas. In the evening is to eat noodles that in only three hours drive from Lhasa, the Yangbajing. I vowed never to eat noodles in this life, and benefits the West in the shade behind me coldly say that the kind of place where nothing really, a bowl allows you to heaven. I stare benefits of a West Yiziyidun he said, and vowed to this kind of thing, only it is, one, species, form, up, square, style. Every time I eat a lot of Chi Yang chicken children have vowed that no longer eat the next day a smell that can be kind of incense on the charcoal fire inside the lamb again, he obediently took out his money to buy a lot, do you understand? Yeshe looked at me and softly said, I understand that, you understand what I say, right? My heart hurts a bit, I do not know why actually think about not just this looks somewhat westernized young Kham sooner or later will become a tragic hero.
The car had stopped before reaching the Yangbajing a very long time, several trucks and two cars like us have been stopped a long-distance, where the drivers exchange information: a few dozen kilometers of the road after the sealing of all to repair. All the vehicles have to detour, so that would have four hours by car to go 10 hours, we have tomorrow morning to get to Lhasa. The news led to passengers of a sigh, there are several where the Japanese is simply silly, and they must fear death of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in bumpy night of severe hypoxia. Che Bashi come up to benefit the West that you can help me and talk to them, in fact, only surrounded by road works have not really started. You, and they say, let the car more than a foreigner, there are a few still sick, maybe they let let's in the past. Yeshe said no problem, but do not know there is not sure. I know that he came back from India has been as far as possible to avoid dealing with the People's Liberation Army, this time forced to set off, it is for that car people.
Yangbajing later, we arrived at the lot of road closure, this time another car had obediently gone back to the detour. Yeshe and two Che Bashi brought all our documents and foreign tourists into Tibet paper, steward of the People's Liberation Army cadres join efforts off the negotiations. Enter up from time to time to take things Che Bashi, or People's Liberation Army look up an inventory of the number of passengers. Israelis and 23 Japanese in accordance with prior arrangements for malingering in bed Henghengjiji. From the blue sky gradually turned into a dark gray one, Si Xiali very quiet, the car driver's floor, a small dim light touch, but the cold dark night, waiting for the people constantly changing the sitting or lying position, or go outside the car smoking and urinary uric or cross-talking does not matter if to counteract the tension, I know that virtually every person almost lost all hope. Do not know that three good people on the outside stay with the number of cigarette smoking PLA cadres, said the number of words in all the time about to collapse, the army released, I asked the people around you at this time is 20:04 pm.
The car onto the road leading to the holy city of Lhasa, all the way to stop-go, from time to time the PLA guard hailed inspection, they will probably surprise the road clearly sealed, and how could it have the car pass. To the outskirts of Lhasa when the car up a border inspector, his first with the drivers roared the words, tone of voice is extremely rude, and then brutally wrist forward to let us sit up, and with thick flashlight and poke our heads shoulders, then check each person's face, documents, clothes, luggage. People from the stuffy hypoxic awake, inadvertently Piedao his hideous face would Xiachu a cold sweat. Check to me, his skull-bone with the flashlight in my face, compared with my face and ID card photos. The Japanese asked me if he was doing, I looked into his eyes fiercely in English, said he was the world's number one asshole.
Deep Throat's Che Bashi rushed this time, he was crazy. He growled loudly, cried in Chinese: You have lived in this bar on board! You do not go on! I do not go side! I can not opened! I follow you consume! You have the ability brings us withheld! You kill me it, let's die with here! Let's all die in here! Here are a foreigner! I see who bear the responsibility! He shouted himself hoarse at the same time pushing forward to that frontier workers, but that does not respond to the devil, because he finally found sitting silent in the upper berth of the benefits the West, and our incomparably strong but extremely fragile Yeshi.
Che Bashi sound has come to the car, he went and all the border posts of people arguing. Devil's confrontation with the West, the car benefits. In the lower berth, I do not see the above scenario, but I can feel it simmering tensions in the air, imagine the benefits the West has been obscured by the shadow of the face is more strained than usual. I sat in the lower berth on the bed and stretched his right leg, and secretly aimed at the devil's crotch, and my heart told him that if you dared Yeshe a finger, I would at least make you from Duanzaijuesun. A long time, benefit the West the first to break the silence of a Tibetan. Then they began to talk low, the vicious, the Tibetan voice soft and smooth, like now classified as a knife cutting everyone's eardrums, and pierce straight into the fragile heart. I do not understand their language, but I am sure they know each other. This in turn is a difficult negotiation, in Lhasa, the city that distant light, cars in the car outside the bargaining voice, our fate will ultimately be determined.
When the car re-opening up a lot of people cried, including the two spies and a few Japanese. Che Bashi who cried a cigarette, I sat in the past and give him the root of my point of Zhongnanhai, and said, no effort, you first make do with smoking. Mirrors where he smiled to me, I know he understands all of his gratitude.
Back to my shop, I saw Yeshe waiting for me.
We are integrated, not far from shining in the Lhasa.
Author: mandala
