Three bumps (continued)
Middle of the night, the People's Liberation Army get off, and a number of their dependents will also reach their destination. Pa in the window, I watch the view, four heavy shadow do not know where they can go. Those few PLA dinner with me crying, shouting and another photo of the college students and left coming out of addresses that will give them a photo sent. This might be their lives during a rare color, in the future will be 11 days breakdown and Remembrance, like a big city bar stuck on the wall of national coins, Zhang Yang is a certain symbolic meaning, while the coin or photos on the picture is ignorant, always facing the darkness, somewhere in the giggle.
Yeshe this time, like a cat slide down and whispered in my ear that these soldiers are mostly to repair roads: the Qinghai-Tibet Railway has experienced since the planning for the construction of the hardships and dangers, not to mention years of iterative discussions, reject, stranding, revert, discuss, and then stranded, single-visit exploration that began two years ago, just on the terrain and atmospheric pressure assessment phase, it has been quite a few scientists who died on duty; one is a warrior class in order to repair mission to be approaching Road non-stop work overnight and finally all the sacrifice, which formally began after things happen every day. Yeshe said, next time you come back in Tibet, the Qinghai-Tibet line if there is the opportunity to get on the train, do not forget to look at the tracks to commemorate the souls of the following. I look back to see him, his thin cheeks and the face of some ominous darkness of the night, his eyes sparkling light.
Three or four o'clock in the morning, my body has finally been broken, like offerings, like a prop off the shelf sideways Tanggula pass. Occasionally, I wake up, driving a small building to have a slight dome light, two drivers take turns driving in silence, Yeshe disappeared, upstairs two spies are still silent, the Japanese are all trying their best to oxygen, they issued a the voice makes me feel that they are dead, cold wind from the window to flow into the gap boring my face, nose, head a bit dry and sore, I suspect all this conspiracy, not dare to expose their deception, had to go to sleep again, lifeless .
Sky blue hair when I woke up, the car actually had two more Tibetans, then know to go to Lhasa, the security business people, they do not know from where on the car. Che Bashi attached to the driver's seat in a sleepy, Yeshe wearing jeans and a thin pair of boots sitting on the chassis with the bulk of the other one is driving remarks seem slick sophistication and high spirits. 11 Japanese, everybody looking ashen casually lying on the bed I do not know is dead or alive, I stand up, head on the two spies actually smiled at me and said hello in Chinese, it seems after a Tanggula mouth is not the same. I went to the driver's seat next to benefit with the West and Che Bashi ask me how, I say how kind they say altitude sickness ah, I said that has not come yet, they are silent, oh, a cry. After a while Che Bashi said, I could not do, and each time powerful enough, the two of us together open, afraid to sleep in, others take a rest after a pass that feel a sleep on the dead. Also that pop up a dozing: that呀.
Breakfast in the 4800 meters of the Yangbajing to eat, as usual, is noodles. Boss client to a few basins, let us wash your face brush their teeth. Qinghai-Tibet Plateau so clean and transparent, I really figure out your own skin, nose, ears, face and neck Where did they come so many black putty. These marl intransigence, washed 800 times and do not wash clean, finally, I had to give up hope, anyway, probably all the same, dirty, dirty also. Later on in this dirty dirty health habits in Tibet has been able to continue, as I pushed the door into the future, look for the Tibetan people want to drink and not Mai Menpiao swaggering into the monastery paved a bright road. I put a towel when the carriage return inside to see those Japanese or disorder to lay them on a one shook his mouth and shouted to get up got up to go for dinner or else you will be really dead, and at the same time showed herself to live as the United States barracks devil movie flattered by female instructors endless. That the Japanese brain is probably linked there is no effort to speak English, and his mouth whispering the trivial Japanese. I turned out from under the bed they brought two cartons of mineral water in it found a lot of sausage biscuits and red, so everyone's lips, heap some, want to be scratched out of the sausage can be disseminated a number of Meat to induce them to stop eating.
Behind the toilet in the restaurant, I am down a Tibetan boy's hand look at the past, the distance a small block of gray concrete houses, probably tens of kilometers radius of a restaurant, it was only this addition to the toilet. I walked toward the only destination, always thinking that bar you contentment, but also what children eat than to have to have fresh air to children uric no altitude sickness Gengshuang thing! Look, I may not get used to inhale appearance, my dear began to plateau at this time a small toilet with my feet back. I am hot pursuit of a few steps, it will bear a few steps back and take seven or eight minutes, it is from so far I still like the old, mother of the Xiemen Er. At this time that I know why Che Bashi they are behind the foot of the wall in the restaurant uric children, not their uncivilized, but the toilet is too far away, I am the only fool, because not used to high altitude air of transparency and no distance on the reference objects completely be seen.
Shangwancesuo already passed I do not know how long things. I sat down Che Bashi their square table, told them that there is a red tassel Khampa people to find I received fifty cents urinary uric money. They asked what the matter with great interest, I said I finished in urine urine out, that red tassel have been waiting at the door, and look at his face, if I do not give him money, estimated that he really dare to put me into the pit-latrines go. They do say that you have given, I said of course, to the. They laughed, with a field Eupolyphaga been on their site the whole of satisfaction.
The cars will stop here for quite some time, the driver said the car needs repair what a little fault. I am in the car and that physiognomy is always under the fear and trepidation of the male college students smoke, and he was pumping double happiness, saying it was in Shanghai university. His girlfriend has to go that far away from the plateau of India to facilitate the toilet to go, and I thought that red tassel Khampas my heart secretly laugh. Yeshe came this time, but also asking for a light. He said that college students, you go, I told her a few words. Students face was a 'fear' word, turned and slid.
Yeshe smiling, looked at me, pasta is not tasty is not it. I said no last night's delicious anyway. Also told him not to eat delicious, it is very important, and taste to the Lhasa's good enough. I say you eat eat you, look at me to do. He did not speak, say fifty cents from his pocket, and red tassel back to you. I was shocked ask why. Yeshe said: "He did not see me." Then he told me, to Lhasa, the first few days will not be able to not smoking, drinking, smoking and drinking, then went all right. Should pay attention to aspects of eating, do not eat too much pepper Sichuanese, which consumes something physical, if the pull of the belly will become more weak. Some Tibetans eat the food we eat things that are big energy, especially in buttered tea and strive to drink a bowl every morning. When he spoke the body close to me, and my spine has been attached to the car. I will try to see the lines on his face some changes, but his thin face is still tight, but issued by the rays from the eyes seem to be different. I quietly listened to his finish, then a smoke slowly spray in his face, he smiled and kissed my lips Cou.
Author: mandala
