Daily life in the courtyard

Hu Bayi and other trio went to SQH Town to rescue the injured Ake.

Wei Ping'an, Uncle Ming and others stayed overnight and set off early the next morning. They made an appointment to meet at Gazebuqing, the last town near Karamir.

In the 80s, the roads in snowy areas were very difficult and there were not many roads. Especially when going to remote places like Gazebuqing, good roads would be better.

The locals here ride horses.

Cars with four wheels are very rare.

In another two years, when the Toyota LCs from those aided in Tibet are delivered to the herdsmen, and the herdsmen can drive their big jeeps, there will be more roads that are easy to walk on.

Awareness drives infrastructure construction, and roadbed construction drives domestic demand.

Integration and development were carried out step by step.

Peter Huang was the driver, and he was silent all the way while driving. The car was shaking so much that it almost fell apart, but he remained calm.

Wei Ping'an was sitting in the passenger seat. Compared to his physical ability, this was not a problem at all.

The next three are much worse.

Han Shuna grabbed the handle with both hands, trying hard to prevent her body from shaking too much, but there were suitcases behind her, which kept hitting the back of her head with the bumps.

Sometimes she would automatically bump up and down, which was quite tragic and quite funny anyway.

The unruly and willful imperial sister style was completely shattered on this journey.

Uncle Ming was sitting on the right side. His face was sallow from the jolt, and he was probably trying not to vomit.

A Xiang in the middle is the worst.

This little girl had no armrests, and the two seats in front were too far away from her, so the bumps were the most severe.

At this time, I was holding a paper bag in my hand, and after a few bumps, I vomited for a while.

There isn't much of a smell in the car anymore.

After all, she had vomited all the way, and now she was just pretending. There was nothing in her stomach, and she couldn't vomit it out even if she wanted to.

"Mr. Wei, you don't look uncomfortable at all. Is there anything you can do?"

Han Shuna suddenly spoke.

It was just a sentence that was repeated twice and broken into three parts.

Wei Ping'an turned to look at Han Shuna and felt that she was definitely not unruly and had completely changed into a funny person.

With a thought in his heart, he said: "Don't harden your head, relax your body, and move with the car. We have a saying, go with the flow, have you heard it?"

After saying that, his body swayed slightly with the bumps of the car.

The three people in the back seat all imitated.

Han Shuna shook it twice and felt that it was indeed better.

"Hey, that's true, thank you...ah!"

A large number of yaks were walking past in front of them, and the car suddenly braked. Han Shuna's forehead hit the back of the driver's seat headrest.

Bang!
Snapped!
Then he leaned back again, and the back of his head hit the box behind him.

More ruthless than ever.

Wei Ping'an's mouth cracked as he looked forward.

In addition to following the trend, there is another word called adapting to local conditions. Well, there is also a word called Dongshi imitation...

"Shuna, are you okay?"

Han Shuna was silent for more than ten seconds without replying. Just when Uncle Ming was about to speak again, Han Shuna exploded.

She opened the door and got out of the car.

"I'm not leaving. I won't leave even if I say nothing. I'll set up camp here today. It's going to kill me. I won't leave even if I say nothing..."

She wore high heels and walked around cursing.

puff.

Han Shuna looked down and her whole body collapsed.

Stepped on cow shit.

Is this okay?

This time I couldn't hold it any longer, as if I was about to die from the suffocation.

Wei Ping'an shook his head and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

He was not interested in the woman Han Shuna. He saw a herdsman in front of him and wanted to go over and ask about the situation.

Behind him, Uncle Ming and Axiang also climbed out of the car.

The bumps were so severe, and the car smelled bad due to Ah Xiang's vomiting, so he had to get some air.

Uncle Ming got out of the car and swayed a few times, probably because he stepped on cotton.

Axiang probably didn't feel like picking cotton, so she got out of the car and squatted on the grass.

This little girl is pretty and has white teeth. Being pulled over by Uncle Ming is considered a serious crime.

I have altitude sickness, motion sickness, living in a cave, and eating undercooked food...

Wei Ping'an couldn't bear it.

Well, Axiang is the type he likes at this stage.

Exquisite, cute and kawaii style.

"Give."

After asking for information, Wei Pingan came to Axiang, stretched out his hand and handed her a small rose-red pill.

Axiang raised her head.

She was sitting, looking up at Wei Ping'an who was standing in front of her.

Suddenly, I felt like I had a screenshot of a small photo of a female colleague who was coding and eating fried dough sticks posted on the Internet in my previous life.

The big, ignorant eyes looked over, their eyes clear and lively.

Axiang has a pair of particularly bright and attractive eyes.

Her appearance may only be 92 points, but with such a pair of eyes and the blessing of yin and yang eye attributes, her appearance suddenly rises to [-] points or more.

The meaning in Axiang's eyes was very obvious, and Wei Ping'an could tell GAT at a glance.

"what is this?"

Although Wei Ping'an didn't hear the sound, he understood it at a glance and explained immediately.

"If you take the motion sickness medicine, you'll be fine."

Axiang's eyes showed surprise, but she still took it and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation.

She was not afraid when she was surrounded by her own people and Wei Ping'an was the only outsider.

Secondly, Wei Pingan also saw it.

Axiang is a girl with little experience, not so responsible, and quite innocent.

Swallow the pill for a few seconds.

Her eyes suddenly widened.

An incredible look on his face.

He raised his head again and looked at Wei Pingan.

But Wei Pingan put his index finger on his lips, making a silent gesture, blinked his eyes, and smiled narrowly.

Axiang narrowed her eyes and smiled too.

Her eyelashes are very long and thick, naturally carved.

Her smile has a slight crescent shape, and paired with her small, palm-sized oval face, it feels like an anime character jumping out of the screen.

Wei Ping'an smiled even happier.

Axiang suddenly thought of something, pouted, frowned, and snorted slightly.

Judging from her movements and the emotion in her eyes, Wei Ping'an suddenly understood her language again.

"There is obviously a special medicine, but we didn't take it out just now..."

"Haha."

Wei Ping'an didn't explain any more, turned around with a smile, opened the door and got in the car.

Later, Axiang stuck out her tongue and got up.

"Mr. Wei, did you find out anything?"

It's not that Uncle Ming doesn't want to inquire, it's that his accent is too special to be used as the main inquirer. Han Shuna is a womanizer, and Peter Huang is a boring gourd, so they are not suitable.

Only Wei Pingan can do it himself.

He is the oldest among them, and everyone seems to know about it.

They may look down on Fatty, but they obviously respect Wei Ping'an the most.

Well, I can't say it's respect, but a little fear.

A man who looks about thirty years old appears to be 50 years old.

Think about the feeling of extreme fear.

"I understand. There is only one person in this area who has been to the Karamir Mountains. His name is Ji Ji. His Chinese name is Chu Yi. He is a Kham man."

"Then let's go find him."

Uncle Ming said eagerly.Wei Pingan shrugged and raised his chin.

Uncle Ming looked along and saw Han Shuna, who had collapsed due to cow dung, still going crazy not far away.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll call her. As a woman, I'm a little uncomfortable coming to this place. I'm acting petty. Mr. Wei, please bear with me."

"Hey, I know how to talk to you. You're a fast learner."

Wei Ping'an joked, turned around and waited for Uncle Ming to get out of the car to communicate with Han Shuna.

The driver, Peter Huang, was also staring at Wei Pingan just now. He wanted to speak but didn't, but Wei Pingan felt that he seemed to be hiding something.

"You are not bad. If you become a soldier, you will definitely be a good prospect."

"That's not why you don't get car sick."

Peter Huang speaks very concisely, and he seems to cherish his words like gold.

Wei Ping'an almost took out a piece of candy and handed it to him: "Eat candy, it won't hurt if you eat something sweet..."

"Well, I observed it very carefully. Aren't you also dizzy?"

"I was born."

"So I said you are a good seedling, but it's a pity."

What a pity?
I didn’t meet him earlier. I’m older, but it’s a pity that I’m still following Uncle Ming...

Wei Ping'an didn't hide it, and what he said to Peter Huang was the truth in his heart.

As Xiang got into the car, the three people in the car fell into silence.

Wei Ping'an was lightly poked on the shoulder.

Turning around, it was Axiang.

A slender index finger continued to poke, and Wei Pingan turned around.

She was startled and quickly retracted her hand.

"Thank you."

It turned out to be thanks.

Wei Ping'an pursed his lips and smiled. He dug his hand into his pocket and when he stretched it out, he found two more pieces of candy in his hand.

Big white rabbit toffee.

"Here, eat it, the effect will last longer and be better."

Axiang took it, peeled off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it in one gulp.

The eyelashes fluttered and the eyes narrowed into the shape of small crescents.

Axiang's smile is very sweet and healing.

But when she followed Uncle Ming, she didn't smile much.

The little adult with a serious face is more timid and timid.

"Here, you have one too."

Peter Huang stared at the White Rabbit toffee handed to him and hesitated for a moment.

"Thank you."

In the end, he took it but didn't eat it. He held the candy between his thumb and forefinger, looked at it and put it in his jacket pocket.

Wei Ping'an didn't care. When it was time to use it, he took it out and stuffed it into his mouth. It would have more of an effect.

Uncle Ming communicated with Han Shuna, and the two got in the car again.

Han Shuna had a reluctant expression on her face. She swayed with the car for a while, and tightened her body while holding the handle with both hands.

But he learned and used the skills vividly and alternated.

Upgraded.

At least not so tired.

But she was also a little busier, and she didn't have the energy to feel that Axiang beside her didn't have any uncomfortable reaction this time.

Peter Huang noticed it. He looked at Axiang through the rearview mirror many times, but said nothing.

Wei Ping'an saw his hand reaching into his coat pocket, but he put it away and then put it away, and did not take it out in the end.

The car finally stopped on the flat land of a mountain col.

Three sides are leeward from the wind, the ground is flat, and one side is a steep slope, surrounded by traces of yak and human campfire ashes.

It's a nice camp location.

The group of people set up camp here.

Wei Pingan had a tent of his own, and he chose to pitch it on the edge of the steep slope.

If you have a suitable shooting angle, sit on the edge of the stone with your legs and feet dangling in the air, which will give you the effect of sitting on a cliff.

In the past, it was always Peter Huang on Uncle Ming's left, A Dong next to Peter Huang, Han Shu Na on Uncle Ming's right, and A Xiang next to Shu Na. This was the distribution.

Today, for some reason, Uncle Ming and Han Shuna shared a tent.

Peter Huang was alone, next to Uncle Ming's tent.

He is a driver and bodyguard and is always online professionally.

Axiang should be on the other side of Uncle Ming's tent.

But she hesitated visibly as she set up camp.

A little away from Uncle Ming's tent.

From a distance, it looks more like the tent closer to Wei Ping'an.

When you choose a location, you subconsciously choose the direction of intimacy.

When setting up the tent, Wei Pingan did not go to help.

He sat on a stone on the edge of a steep slope, hanging his legs, blowing in the wind, and gnawing on a pickled pork knuckle...

Tianfuhao’s soy sauce pork elbow.

"Why do you have this..."

Ah Xiang came over, stretched out his index finger, pointed at Wei Ping'an's elbow that had bitten off a small part, and asked.

"Want to eat?"

Wei Ping'an didn't look back or answer directly. He patted the stone and said casually.

The stone is only about one meter long. Wei Ping'an sits a little to the side in the middle. If Axiang sits over it, he has to be right next to it.

Axiang hesitated for a moment and actually sat over.

There was no smell on her body, even if she was exposed to wind and sun for several days, erosion from wind and sand, and torture from vomiting.

Still no smell.

There is a feeling of clarity.

Zhi Naohong Hou completed the collection of information about Uncle Ming and his party and sent it over yesterday.

This was what Wei Ping'an asked Zhi Naohong to collect after Adong's accident the night before yesterday.

After all, Wei Ping'an also did a lot of work in Hong Kong, which made it easier for Zhi Naohong to do some things.

Even if it is not yet the era of the Internet information explosion, it is still enough to handle some simple investigations.

Axiang sat down and looked sideways at Wei Ping'an.

She didn't look at the elbow in his hand, but looked at the side of his face.

"Do you know what magic is?"

A Xiang nodded, then shook his head.

Wei Ping'an suddenly came to her thoughts again.

It was as if the two of them had a mental connection.

Axiang means: "I know magic, but I don't know if the magic Wei Ping'an said is what she thinks"...

Wei Pingan glanced at Axiang, which was quite meaningful.

After this glance, this girl definitely had no intention of running away.

Wei Pingan flipped his wrist, and a small-sized sauced pig's trotter appeared in front of Axiang's eyes. The bottom of the pig's trotter was held by Wei Pingan's hand.

Axiang stiffened, obviously shocked.

But she was very receptive, and after a moment of sluggishness, she reached out and took it.

He turned it over and looked at the pig's trotters in his hand, then grabbed Wei Ping'an's hand with his other hand and looked at it twice.

He pursed his lips and looked at Wei Pingan.

"This is my magic."

Wei Ping'an said word by word.

"Oh."

A Xiang spoke.

Her hands were cold but soft, as if they had no bones.

Her voice has a slight magic power, like a small bell with a certain charm. If it is in a small bedroom environment, Wei Ping'an is sure that her voice must have echo properties.

A man and a woman, one big and one small, were sitting side by side on the stone on the edge of the steep slope, with their feet dangling in the air. One was holding a pig knuckle in his hand and gnawing hungrily, and the other was holding a sauced pig's trotter in both hands, although he was eating it in small bites. , but the frequency is not slow at all... (End of this chapter)