In Jinling in May, the pedestrians have begun to wear long skirts or T-shirts. Young girls in Jinling are wearing the new summer clothes this year, which makes them look elegant and beautiful with fair skins.
Most of the girls in Rong City are delicate and lovely, while the girls in Jinling are tall and have fair skins. With an average height and a pair of sunglasses, Lin Luoran is not that eye-catching like in the street of Rong City. Lin Luoran is very satisfied with her becoming normal. She takes a taxi to the Jinling University of Aeronautics and Astronautics after getting off the plane.
She still remembers that the student Pei Yuan who she has met twice is studying in the Jinling University of Aeronautics and Astronautics. And Xia Bingyan, who he likes, is also the student of that school? Her grandfather is the previous president of the school?
Lin Luoran decides to start from Pei Yuan. It should not be difficult to find Pei Yuan's addres
Lin Luoran invites Pei Yuan, who is downcast, to the canteen for a cup of hot soybean milk.The music and the cheers of fans from the auditorium make the canteen look desolate. Lin Luoran goes to the second floor and chooses a seat near the window. She orders a bowl of duck blood soup with rice noodles, a Jinling specialty.The rice noodle is chewy and the duck giblets are not smelly. Besides, adding some red oil and chopped green onion makes it appetizing. This is good for canteen food.Seeing “Fairy” eating duck blood soup with rice noodles in front of him, Pei Yuan is less downcast.“Since we made the trip to Mount Hua that year, our relationship has gradually heated up. By the time we graduated, we were together. I signed a contract with a designing institute, and Bingyan was encouraged to be an actress… Although she was pretty and good at singing, she was not professional. Besides, she only entered this profession after gradua
Lin Luoran comes very early. It isn’t the peak time of visiting the Jokhang Temple, so there are only some people entering the temple for holding prayer wheels. Lin Luoran buys a ticket and enters it. The ticket seller repeatedly asks if she needs to take photos in the temple. If she needs it, she has to buy a photo ticket. When Lin Luoran sees that the photography ticket is even more expensive than the entrance tickets, she already can imagine the scenery inside the Jokhang Temple. Ordinary tourists can be forgiven for taking photos in such holy places. However, it will be disrespectful for a cultivator like her who knows that Buddha exists to take photos in the temple.Having entered the gate, Lin Luoran sees a courtyard that combines architectural styles of Tang, Tibetan, Nepali, and Indian. She doesn’t follow the usual tourist route, but just visits places as she likes. She is in front of a mural now. With a closer look, she finds it is a painting about the
Although Tibetan herdsmen already have affordable housing, grazing forces them to migrate within a certain range. Some families still retain the custom of migrating according to the seasons. There are still scattered yurts deep in the Naqu grassland. This afternoon, in the heart of the grassland, the burning clouds dye the sky into fascinating colors. Ze Yitong's mother finally herds the sheep back. A black spot shows up in the distance. It must be Ze Yitong's mother Dun Zhu. "Nana, nana, look! Mom is back!" Ze Yitong has the blush of people living on plateaus. An old lady with small pigtails opens the door curtain made of wool and gets out of the yurt. Because of her age, Ze Yitong's nana has poor eyesight. She squints and looks into the distance for a long while, but she still doesn't recognize the woman herding the sheep back on the horse. Only when the woman comes closer, does she realize that it is Ze Yitong's mother.
Another two weeks have passed. Anar finds that Ze Yitong and Dun Zhu become busy recently. She asks about the reason and knows that the annual Naqu Horse Race will be held in two months. Except for the horse race, herdsmen living within hundreds of miles will bring their goods. The Horse Race also works as a big fair. As for Ze Yitong's family, they need to exchange for enough necessities for the coming year at the fair. The family has two horses, fifteen cows and forty sheep. For herders, they are not wealthy. It's easy to tell because Ze Yitong and Dun Zhu's traditional Tibetan clothes are not sumptuous. All Tibetans have their own traditional clothes. Except for wearing them on festivals, the clothes are also one of the best dowries for Tibetan girls. Anar hears from Dun Zhu that traditional a piece of clothing of girls from rich families may worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. Such clothes are made from the best fabrics and finest turquoises. Howev
The cold makes Anar numb on her halfway back to the lakeside. Ze Yitong gets into the water and drags her out. "Are you out of your mind? How dare you go into the Silver Lake! It can freeze you to death!" Ze Yitong doesn't care about her wet pants. She bursts into tears again when she sees Anar's mouth turns purple because of the cold. Anar doesn't have the strength to explain to Ze Yitong. She only holds the black backpack tightly and says with difficulty, "Make a fire......to warm......up." Ze Yitong nods and puts Anar on the grass. Ze Yitong knows the water in the Silver Lake is extremely cold. It's impossible for Anar to get on the horseback when her body is stiff like this. Even if she could get on the horse, the wind on their way back would make her seriously ill. Apparently, Anar is not as strong as girls who grew up on the grassland. She can't stand such cold, right? Whether it is easy or difficult to
The night sky over the grassland is spacious and lofty. It is distinct from the cloudy and misty sky over the center of Chuan province. Because of industrial pollution, it’s more and more difficult to see stars there.Dun Zhu has no broken bones so she can be out of the hospital the next day. She comes back home with lots of medicine prescribed by her doctor.Dun Zhu is wounded in the leg so the job of livestock grazing falls to Ze Yitong and Anar. Luckily, they can look after cattle and sheep under the collaborative work.Ze Yitong can take part in the Naqu Horse Race meeting, so she cannot figure out how to pay for her nana's surgery soon. As a result, she is a little unhappy when whipping up the horse. Anar finishes grazing and goes home. She collects some leftover leather materials and makes them into a rope. Ze Yitong sees Anar, but she doesn't pay much attention because she is in a bad mood."Ze Yitong, do you still want to p
The setting sun in the west coats the Silver Lake with a layer of golden light. In the deafening sound of horses, a pure white horse and with the flying mane, appears on the hillside in a blink.The grassy hill is only two or three hundred meters away from the Silver Lake. Within a few breaths, the white horse exceeds all other horses and comes to the lake.Other horses behind it proceed orderly. Gracefully, it lowers its head. It stops after taking a tiny sip of water. Its tail sways in a beautiful arc in the air. Both in speed and appearance, everything about it is perfect.Feeling the weakening ground shakes, Anar knows that the horses must have reached the lake. What are they doing now? Playing, drinking? Or... They have found something wrong?Anar holds her breath and stays put in the pit. Because the main part of the root was peeled off along with the soil, there is no sign that the pasture covering her body has withered in t
Anar rides on the horse of heaven, coming here like white lightning across the sky at dusk. It's the final group, so audiences are tired of watching. However, they soon feel refreshed when they see the perfect cooperation between the unique white horse and the valiant heroic female rider.While all men of the grassland are still not convinced, Anar wins easily on the horse of heaven without any doubt.In a chorus of praise, Anar jumps down and leads the white horse to Ze Yitong. The little girl's face is incredibly red. She is too excited to say anything.Now she knows—At the very start, what Anar really wanted to catch was not wild horses, but the horse of heaven!"Ajia, how dare you... Hmm..."Anar covers her mouth, not letting her finish her sentence. She signals to Ze Yitong that many people here might hear what she says.Ze Yitong nods, "Let's take it back to our yurt. Otherwise, if it is stolen, what