Special Relationships

Chapter 23

I'm very confused, why does Poker Bottle know these things?Is this also the Zhang family's ancestral self-taught?

I know that when it comes to tomb robbery, Poker-Face seldom loses confidence. Even in the face of an unknown situation, his rich experience can allow him to have an early judgment on a situation in a certain state. Even if he has not experienced it, he will You can probably feel where things are going.Does Poker Bottle also have this skill in this kind of thing?

I lay on the bed and couldn't figure it out, so I couldn't help but ask Poker Bottle.Anyway, the bridal chamber is full of holes, so I have nothing to be ashamed of.The main reason is that my back is sore now, and I can't stop thinking about it.

Poker-Face looked at me and rubbed my waist silently, "The blind man gave me a book."

"..." I said why Poker-Face has been reading with a book every day these days, and I don't know what he is reading.I saw that there was no writing on the cover, so I thought it was an ancient book, and I was busy changing the furniture in the house, so I didn't think much about it.

"When did the blind man give it to you, why didn't I know?" In my heart, a thousand alpacas were running.

"The day I bought the sofa, he sent it." Poker-Face replied.

I asked Poker Bottle to pass me the phone, I turned it on and saw that Heixiazi sent me a WeChat message:

[Apprentice, what about the wedding gift?No thanks for being a teacher. ]

I:……

You can never be cowardly when dealing with black blind people.I decisively sent one:

[Good.You can try it on suwan. ]

I feel that my waist is much better, and I don't have to rub Poker Bottle anymore.Poker bottle poured me a cup of hot water and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

I sat up slowly and put on my coat, watching Pone Youping clean up the dishes.I myself admire myself, the head of the Zhang family is the one who rubs his waist and shoulders, washes the dishes and cleans the windows.

I picked up my phone and booked two air tickets, "Brother, can we go to the same place for a few days in two days?"

Porky Bottle turned his head and looked at me, "Okay."

Poker bottle didn't ask me where I was going, so I didn't tell him.I told the blind man to teach Li Cu some things, and it doesn't matter whether he accepts disciples or not, as long as he teaches Li Cu to grow his brains.

I also made a phone call to ask the waistcoat to send something to my parents when I was free, and take care of the shop by the way, and I will be away for two weeks.

I packed a box of stuff and went to the airport on the third day with a bottle of stuffy oil.Poker-Face’s ID card was just obtained a week ago. Wang Meng always likes to ask questions. He has to ask seven or eight questions when applying for an ID card. In the end, he complained to me that he would not be given a salary increase. .Seeing that he did a good job in this matter, I reluctantly gave him an increase of 100 yuan.

Poker-Face and I went to get the boarding pass. Poker-Face looked at the destination written on the boarding pass. I smiled and dragged him to the security check, "Brother, let's go see our mother."

There is a place called Medog in Nyingchi City, Tibet Autonomous Region. "Medog" is Tibetan, which means "flower" when translated into Chinese. There is the mother of Boyouping who is buried forever.That's where I also learned about Poker-Face's life experience.

From going through the security check to getting on the plane, Poker Bottle kept looking at me, which made me feel embarrassed.

"Brother, sleep for a while, it will take 13 hours to fly." I reached out to cover his eyes.

But he held my hand, interlocked his fingers, and looked at me quietly.

It was already dark when we arrived in Medog, and I asked the master of the Lama Temple to stay overnight with Poneyouping.

The master smiled slightly when he saw me, and when he saw Poker Ping, he was a little surprised for a second, and when he saw me holding hands with Poker Ping...

I didn't want to frighten the master, but Pokerfing insisted on holding him, and refused to let go except to go to the bathroom, so I couldn't do anything about it.

Fortunately, the master had a big heart, and when he recovered, he asked a young lama to lead us to rest.

I was looking at the stone statue in the backyard of the Lama Temple while Pokerfing was there. I secretly stuffed a dozen hundred-yuan bills and asked the little lama to send us two matching clothes tomorrow morning, and then prepare some breakfast.

Seeing so much money for the first time, the little lama was almost frightened, so he said yes tremblingly.

I just went to the backyard to find the Poker Bottle.

The stone statue in the backyard is a testimony to the disconnection between Poker Bottle and the world. I found it back then.

He came here alone to find his mother, and I came here alone to find his past.

Now we are here together, turning over the bleakness of the past one by one.

"Brother, I'm here." I gently pressed his shoulder.

Poker bottle turned around and hugged me, and suddenly kissed me, gently, like his always silent and gentle.

Forbidden place of Buddha... Fortunately, it was night, I pretended that the night could cover the eyes of gods and Buddhas.

Early in the morning, the little lama brought two traditional and Tibetan-style breakfasts: buttered tea and tsampa.I went back to the house with my clothes in my arms, and the little lama followed me in with my breakfast. Poker Fing had already put on his clothes.I smiled and hugged the clothes in front of him, "Let's change them and go see her."

Poker-face and I followed the master for a while before we came to the sea of ​​flowers in the Snow Mountain Tribe.Poker-Fing's mother is here, lying in the snow and ice under the sea of ​​flowers for many years, waiting for the three-day reunion with Pok-You-Fing, even if it is only three days of silence.

Poker Ping and I stood in the sea of ​​flowers.There are blood-like Tibetan sea flowers all over the ground, making the golden glow red.

I glanced at Poker Bottle, "Brother, she will get Dege Ye* for us in the sky."

Poker bottle held my hand and looked at the sea of ​​flowers, as if he saw his mother through the tens of deep glacial snow.

We wore Tibetan-style wedding dresses in front of the sea of ​​flowers and worshiped heaven and earth, paying homage to Poker Ping's mother.

During the two weeks we stayed in Medog, Pomyouping and I drank hot and sour highland barley wine paired with roasted fern pigs, and ate sweet and sour cheese cakes and steamed buns with milk dregs.We rode horses across the green grass, watched the brilliant clouds in the snow-capped mountains, and listened to the pious chanting of lamas.

I have dreamed of the Lama Temple in Tibet countless times, the ribbons floating in the dream, everything in the dream, where I belong, where I belong in this life.

Because some things will eventually disappear, I hope it will not be too beautiful.I am afraid that I think I have obtained and grasped it, but in fact I have nothing.People themselves can't really own anything, but from a certain point of view, I have always owned it.

That's enough.

No matter how long I can have it, at least right now, everything I want is by my side.

The author has something to say: the superfluous rules* are the clothes worn by the man (groom) of a Tibetan wedding

Dege Yeh*, "blessing" in Tibetan