Things can always be paired successfully

When the car drove to the edge of the ancient city of Dukezong, the lights in the ancient city had already been lit.

The inn that Lao Li booked is right next to the ancient city, and there is a small yard where you can park your car.

Lao Li turned off the engine and parked the car. After several people got out of the car, they opened the trunk and carried their luggage to the inn.

This inn is on the side of the road. It is a wooden building. It looks small, but after entering it, it is discovered that there is a hole in the sky.

The yard is quite deep, and there is a pool in the yard, in which there are several koi carps, and there is a rockery on the side, and the bamboo raised on the rockery is well pruned.

There were not many people in the inn, and it was quiet. Standing at the front desk was a middle-aged woman wearing local ethnic costumes. She had plateau red on her face, which looked much better than ordinary rouge and gouache.

She smiled when she saw Lao Li: "It's here."

Lao Li also nodded and smiled, "Well, I just stopped by Tiger Leaping Gorge, it's a bit late, where is Gesang?"

"I'm cooking at home, and I'll be waiting for you."

Lao Li laughed again: "What a trouble to you, let's go out and have something to eat."

"You don't need to be so polite. Gesang said that he hasn't seen you for a long time and wants to chat for a while."

This woman could tell from her accent that she was not a local. She was the proprietress here.

Along the way, Lao Li had a brief chat with Gesang, the owner of the inn, and mentioned her.

It is said that Gesang is a local. He studied in other places in his early years and knew English. At that time, there were not many people in Shangri-La who knew English, so he became very popular after he came back.

His wife's original name was Lin Ya, from Heilongjiang, who studied with him in Beijing, and came to Shangri-La with him after graduation, settled here, and took the localized name Lin Yang Zhuoma.

The two of them gave full play to their foreign language advantages. At first they helped the travel agency, and later they went it alone and opened this inn, where they often entertain some foreign tourists.

In addition to running the inn, the two also helped a nearby public school to teach voluntarily, without receiving remuneration, just to teach local children some English.

Lao Li said that he had visited that school, but Shangri-La was relatively backward, and the education that children could receive was very limited.

The two of them have done something meaningful to give back to this place that has always warmed them.

Lian Xiao is quite envious of Gesang's way of life. He does what he likes and may encounter some troubles, but overall his sense of happiness should be very high.

Lin Yang Zhuoma gave them the room key, and then called Gesang casually. They made an appointment to go to Gesang's house for dinner after packing up their luggage.

Lao Li was really considerate, afraid that the two of them would sleep uncomfortably and could not stretch their arms and legs, so the room they booked was good.

The two opened the door and went in to see that it was a standard double room.

Lian Xiao: "..."

"Lao Li did it on purpose, right?" He said angrily, "I couldn't sleep in the same room with Lao Wang, so I asked for a double bed for us? Forcing us to share the bed!"

"How about we go down and change to a big bed room? Anyway, we haven't touched anything."

Lian Xiao thought for a while, then sighed: "Forget it, this is too obvious."

"Are you still afraid of being discovered?" Liao Ran raised an eyebrow.

"It's not..." Lian Xiao explained, "Just, it feels a little strange."

To the public, he hasn't thought about this issue carefully. The two have kissed before, and there is no problem in liking each other.

Even if he has come out of the closet, but now let him hug and kiss Liao Ran in the street, I am afraid that he would not dare to borrow ten courage from him.

He was quite afraid that the strange eyes of the outside world would bring trouble to their relationship.

So he was a little guilty for letting others see the relationship between him and Liao Ran.

Liao Ran didn't pay much attention, and chuckled lightly: "No, let's just move the bed and put it together."

The bed in the room has four wooden corners, which is very convenient to move.

"Okay," Lian Xiao put the luggage on the ground, "I'll carry it."

After putting away the luggage, Lin Yang Zhuoma asked others to watch the inn and took them to the house.

Shangri-La County is not big, and they bought a commercial house less than 500 meters away for the convenience of managing the inn.

A few people arrived without saying a few words.

Seeing Lao Li, Gesang gave him a warm hug.

He is ten years older than Lao Li, has a beard, dark skin, and has a daughter with Lin Yang Zhuoma.

Seeing other people, he greeted them one by one, and then invited everyone to the living room.

In order to entertain them, Gesang went back to the village to bring his grandmother who lived in the old house.

His mother made a lot of buttered tea and was cooking it in the kitchen with a pot at the moment. When she heard the movement in the living room, she came out and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Hello." Lian Xiao greeted politely. "

"Grandma!" Liao Ran's voice was loud, "Are you okay? It's getting cold, take care of your body! If you have time, go to Lijiang and find me. I'll take you there to bask in the sun and replenish calcium!"

Gesang's mother smiled very happily, this young man is so enthusiastic, the wrinkles on her face are almost gathering urgently: "Okay."

She chatted with everyone and went back to the kitchen.

Lian Xiao whispered to Liao Ran at this time: "Do you know him?"

"I do not know."

"..."

"Then you chatted so hilariously?"

Liao Ran blinked: "I can't hold back."

"..."

Gesang's daughter, Yangsang, was wearing a red Tibetan robe, sitting on a bench in the corner, holding a drawing board, and was painting and changing.

She was a little shy, so she only dared to take a peek at it from time to time, and then buried her head in the drawing board again.

Liao Ran's eyes lit up when he saw the drawing board, he walked over with a smile, found a small bench, and sat in a row with Yang Sang.

He glanced at Yangsang's drawing board, on which a crooked line was drawn with chalk, he frowned, unable to tell what it was, like a river or a rope.

He simply asked directly: "What did you draw?"

The little girl blushed and said timidly: "The holy mountain in the painting..."

"Ah..." Liao Ran really didn't see it, and organized his words temporarily, "The painting is pretty good."

Yang Sang couldn't hide his smile, and asked timidly, "Can you draw?"

"Ah, a little bit," Liao Ran said with a smile, "Can my brother paint with you?"

Yang Sang looked up at him, nodded, and hummed hard.

Lian Xiao was sitting on the sofa next to him, listening to the Tibetan language that he couldn't understand on the TV, while watching Teacher Liao Ran teaching Yangsang how to draw.

Lian Xiao especially likes to see Liao Ran's serious look. Although he usually talks a lot, sometimes he keeps arguing with you, like a psychopath, but once he picks up a paintbrush, whether it's oil paintbrush, pencil, chalk or The sauce brush, once put in, is really attractive.

The wobbly line on the drawing board was not wiped off. Liao Ran took the chalk and taught Yang Sang stroke by stroke to draw the outline of Kawagebo Peak, the sacred mountain in the hearts of the local people. , and then color it.

The blue sky, white clouds and golden mountain peaks are somewhat similar to the oil painting that Lian Xiao saw before, but they have completely different styles.

This one is more childlike. The smile on Liao Ran's face never stopped when he drew it.

Taking advantage of their inattention, Lian Xiao snapped a picture with his mobile phone. In order to cover up his crime of secretly taking pictures, he deliberately coughed when the mobile phone rang.

Liao Ran just looked up at him and smiled, then went on to teach Yang Sang how to draw.

Dinner will be served in a while.

Gesang set up a big round table in the living room, with a pot of beef in the middle, which was steaming.

Gesang's mother brought everyone a bowl of buttered tea. Even when Xiao brought it to his nose, he was not very used to the taste, and it was the same when he drank it.

However, this is the custom of local people to entertain guests from afar, and it is also the wish of Gesang's family. Lian Xiao finished the butter tea anyway, and even Lao Wang, who is always picky, drank it clean.

Gesang served some highland barley wine for everyone, and Lian Xiao thought it was funny when he saw that Lao Li deliberately didn't let Lao Wang drink more.

If he gets excited here, it may frighten Gesang's simple family.

Just after eating for a while, there was a knock on the door.

Gesang got up to open the door, and there was a thin old man of medium height outside.

Gesang said a few words in Tibetan in surprise, but Lian Xiao couldn't understand. He saw the old man hand the bag he was carrying to Gesang, and then walked to the table with a smile on his face. Everyone stood up.

Lao Li said, "This is Gesang's father."

Everyone took care of him and vacated the host seat for him. After they all sat down, Lao Li said: "Father Gesang specially brought over the tsampa he made, and the old man walked all day for it." Where is the road?"

"Ah!" Liao Ran exclaimed, and picked up the highland barley wine sensiblely, "Father, you are too troublesome!"

Others also toasted him. Gesang's father just smiled, said a few words in Tibetan, and took a sip himself.

Lian Xiao asked in a low voice, "What did the old man say?"

Lao Wang replied: "Gesang's father said that he made it early in the morning, but when Gesang went to pick up his mother, he forgot to take it, so he saw it and brought it over."

Lian Xiao looked at him in surprise: "Can you understand?"

Lao Wang replied calmly: "Yes, when I first moved here, I would lie in bed and listen to the radio at nine o'clock in the evening when I had nothing to do. For a while, I could only receive Tibetan channels. If I didn't understand, I taught myself a little bit."

Lian Xiao: "..."

He couldn't help giving a thumbs up to Lao Wang: "You are awesome."

Gesang brought out the tsampa, some Qula and sugar, and his mother also poured buttered tea for everyone.

Tsampa is barley fried noodles, one of the staple foods that locals use to entertain guests.

Gesang taught them how to eat tsampa in an authentic way, which is not difficult and can be eaten with buttered tea.

Everyone imitated Gesang's way of eating with their hands, Lian Xiao thought it was quite fresh, and learned it well by following the gourd.

Liao Ran likes to learn these new things even more. In a short time, he is almost like a local, and he can speak a few bad Tibetan words from time to time.

Yang Sang didn't eat much. After she was full, she sat back to the side, then turned over the drawing board, and began to draw on the other side that she hadn't drawn on.

Lian Xiao found that Liao Ran was eating a little bit, his face was glued, he turned slightly sideways and reminded: "Is your mouth leaking?"

"Ah?" Liao Ran picked up two slices of beef, "What's wrong with me?"

Lian Xiao pointed to his face: "It's dirty here."

"Is this?" Liao Ran took out a paper towel and wiped it, but it became more and more mushy.

Lian Xiao couldn't stand it anymore, if he asked him to wipe again, he might have to wipe out an oil painting, so he took a paper towel himself: "Turn around, I'll wipe it for you."

Lian Xiao's movements were so fast that no one else noticed except Lao Wang secretly rolled their eyes.

Gesang and Lao Li haven't seen each other for two years, so they talked a lot.

Gesang took a sip of his wine: "More and more people come to Shangri-La now, and there will be even more people after the high-speed and trains are opened."

Lao Li nodded: "Yes, I even want to come here to open a branch."

"Sure." Gesang rested his hands on his thighs, "Someone contacted me a while ago, wanting to rent my house and turn it into a hotel."

Lao Li ate a piece of beef: "I'll think about it. I'll go to Dali to investigate after a while. I also want to open a restaurant there. I'll see which one is more suitable."

After she was full, Lin Yang Zhuoma helped her grandmother wash the dishes and tidy up.

Even Xiao originally wanted to help the leader, but the master refused.

Liao Ran went to see what Yang Sang had painted.

At this time, the little girl had already drawn two figures on the drawing board, Liao Ran squatted down and smiled: "Abba and Ama?"

Yang Sang shook his head.

"Isn't it?" Liao Ran looked again.

Lian Xiao also came over: "You have bad eyesight, both of them have short hair, obviously they are two men."

Liao Ran took a closer look, and it was true that one of them's hair was a bit messy, and Yang Sang's hair was glued on when he wrote it, as if he had been struck by lightning.

The other's head was bald, if she hadn't put on some color to reveal layers of hair, Liao Ran would have thought that this person might be Bajie.

The two watched for a few more seconds, feeling something in their hearts, so they looked at each other and smiled.

Liao Ran asked: "Yang Sang, did you draw two brothers?"

Yang Sang raised his head and smiled: "Yes!"

The painting is Lian Xiao wiping Liao Ran's face, but the little girl's painting method is more bold, it looks like Lian Xiao punched Liao Ran in the face.

The two kept laughing.