I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 240 It’s better to ask God than to ask me
It was already evening when we officially arrived.

The state of several people changed from the joy of just getting on the bus, to the anxiety of halfway through the journey, to the over excitement of reaching the end.

In the end, it was the sage mode that it is now.

"Where is the hotel we booked?"

Xu Yang had a high fever at the last stop and was unable to walk steadily when he got off the bus.

"The hotel is crazy, I guess it's a B&B?"

Han Bing kept growing silently all the way, and now he is in the best spirits among the others. He is checking his makeup in the mirror.

Su Chengyi lowered his head to look at the route and said "hmm" casually.

From here to the B&B, you have to transfer to the bus twice.

Now it was better not to bother the old, weak, sick and disabled, so he took a seven-seater car and drove over.

The environment of the B&B is pretty good, clean and tidy.

After Su Chengyi completed the check-in formalities, he put his luggage back and put it away with ease.

The boss was a local, speaking broken Mandarin and asked in surprise:
"Oh, have you been here before?"

Su Chengyi was stunned for a moment by the question and quickly shook his head.

I did come, but I can’t really say.

So the boss attributed his familiarity with this place to a predestined relationship. Although he enthusiastically wanted to chat with him, the few people behind him were already on the verge of falling asleep standing up.

We booked two rooms in total. It was the peak summer travel season, and cheap and nice B&Bs were in short supply.

The double bed room is for Han Bing and Chu Qingmian, and the three boys live in the twin room.

The game of rock-paper-scissors is used to decide who sleeps alone, and two out of three games are won. The winner in the end is naturally Su Chengyi.

If one game determines the outcome, it can be said to be a matter of luck, but winning two out of three games is different.

It's really hard for him to lose this kind of psychological game.

Unless the opponent is Chen Jinzhi.

On the first night after arriving, they were not allowed to take a shower. The three of them simply washed themselves and lay on the bed.

After turning off the lights, the light source from outside the room was still very bright. Su Chengyi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling with national characteristics in a daze.

In fact, he also had a slight high reflex, but it was not serious, and he just had a slight headache.

But this was enough to affect his sleep quality, which was not good to begin with.

It even started to rain lightly during the night. The raindrops fell on the eaves and didn't stop until about dawn.

Before the first step, drip until dawn.

Su Chengyi entered deep sleep around that time, so of course it was impossible to get up early.

The strange thing is that no one came to call him.

Su Chengyi slept until she woke up naturally. When she sat up, there was no one on the bed next to her.

He opened the door and walked out.

The courtyard of the B&B is full of flowers, which are blooming very well. They were watered by the rain last night, and now they look even more beautiful in the sunshine.

The few people who were looking for him were sitting on the lounge chairs nearby, basking in the sun.

There was a small table in front of him, and there were several small brown bowls on the table.

Su Chengyi walked over and sat down naturally on the empty seat next to him.

Chu Qingmian looked at his expression and suddenly felt a little glad that she didn't wake him up in the morning.

Perhaps because he had had enough sleep, he seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, with a smile hanging on the corners of his eyes and brows that he might not even be aware of.

It might also be because he was traveling that he had lost some of his aura that made him repulsive to people thousands of miles away, and he seemed more easy-going and lazy.

"what is this?"

Sensing her unblinking gaze, Su Chengyi tapped the rim of the bowl and asked.

It feels as rough as it looks, and even cuts my hands a bit.

Just as Chu Qingmian was about to answer, the boss on the other side came over carrying a teapot.

"Butter tea. Several of your friends want to drink it with you and tell them what it is."

The boss paused and seemed to have forgotten this unfamiliar vocabulary.

Xu Yang took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes, then smiled and said:
"A sense of ceremony."

"Ah, yes, the sense of ceremony."

The boss smiled and filled the porcelain bowl with tea.

The piping hot butter tea is filled with the unique aroma of oil and hits your nostrils.

"smell good."

Han Bing sniffed and sighed.

Several people have not had anything to eat since they got off the train last night.

Chu Qingmian picked up the bowl and took a sip eagerly.

"Ehhh-"

The taste seemed completely different from what she had imagined, and her little face wrinkled up as she digested the somewhat strange taste.

Su Chengyi felt a little want to laugh. He had the same reaction when he drank it for the first time.

"Is it good to drink?"

Others who had not yet spoken asked questions like curious babies.

Chu Qingmian smacked her lips, thought for a while, and then uttered one word:
"salty."

It's just salty, so it should be fine, right?
Thinking this way, several others also took a bite.

"I go!"

"Oh my god, I will never forget this taste."

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The three people had different reactions, but they were all obviously a little hard to accept.

Su Chengyi slowly blew on the ghee on the surface before taking a sip.

Familiar taste.

A little strange, but acceptable.

The first time I drank butter tea was at this B&B owner. He would treat all the guests staying there to drink it.

Seeing that he was drinking so calmly, other people also followed his example and blew before drinking.

I really got used to it while drinking.

The tea came into the stomach, dispelling the morning chill, and the stomach and the whole body warmed up.

Han Bing asked Su Chengyi for a camera and took several photos of the flowers blooming everywhere in the B&B.

"what is this flower?"

She looked at the photos and marveled.

Su Chengyi glanced sideways and replied:
"Gesanghua."

"That's it. The Gesang flowers on the mountain are blooming so beautifully. I want to pick one and give it to you with my own hands."

As Han Bing sang, he stretched out his hand to pick flowers.

Xu Yang pointed to the sign next to it written in various languages.

"It is forbidden to pick flowers, two hundred per flower."

Han Bing immediately retracted his hand.

"How do you know this is the Kelsang flower?"

Chu Qingmian squatted next to Han Bing, reached out and poked carefully.

“Here, any flower you don’t recognize can be called a Gesang flower.”

Su Chengyi said with a smile.

Chu Qingmian raised her eyes and glared at him, and he added:
"In other words, anything that makes people feel happy can be called Gesang flowers." "That has a good meaning!"

Chu Qingmian quickly accepted this statement.

After drinking about half of the bowl, the boss came over with another big bowl filled with gray powdery substance.

Su Chengyi raised his eyes and explained:
"Tsampa."

"Tsampa?"

The others stretched their necks to look and repeated it in unison.

The boss put down the bowl and gave Su Chengyi a thumbs up.

"Add tea, brew, and knead it into cakes."

Although he danced and gestured very hard, the people next to him were still confused.

Su Chengyi simply demonstrated it himself.

Add butter tea to powdered tsampa, and then knead it into a ball shape, so that it looks like a more common pastry.

Because it is made from fried highland barley and ground into powder, it is of course impossible to have a smooth and delicate texture.

It tastes like whole grains, but it also has a different kind of refreshing feeling.

Chu Qingmian took small bites and ate carefully. It could be seen that her evaluation was not bad, and it was much better than drinking butter tea alone.

After finishing this breakfast full of local characteristics, a few people began to plan today's route.

Originally, he planned to go to Linzhi today, but Su Chengyi got up too late, so he had to give up.

After all, when it comes to Linzhi, the most eye-catching scenery is of course-Nanga Bawa.

This peak is called Shy Girl Peak because its location is covered with snow and mist all year round.As a result, the snowy peaks are obscured and have little time to be fully revealed.

Commonly known as "nine out of ten people never meet".

It is not easy to see the true face. If the sun happens to shine directly, the peerless beauty reflected by it is called "Rizhao Jinshan".

Su Chengyi was very lucky in his previous life. Seeing this scene, I wonder if he will be as lucky this time.

After discussion, several people decided to go to the original destination of the trip first.

Lin Tong took out the green banknote from his pocket and said with a smile:
"You can compare it with this later."

When I packed up and went out, the clouds were steaming and the sky was clear.

The clear sunshine after the rain illuminated the whole city, and the golden light pillars made all the buildings with white walls and red tiles appear transparent.

Most of the people on the street wore local robes and clothing, also covered in golden light, and walked slowly and leisurely.

The beautiful sunshine brings with it the terrifying ultraviolet rays.

The two girls wrapped themselves tightly, like two rice dumplings.

The boy behaved very casually, only wearing a hat and sunglasses as a token of his appearance.

But the girl still held up the sunscreen spray and sprayed it from head to toe.

After going around several old streets, they finally stood in front of the white and sacred palace.

Like all the tourists standing here, they were shocked for a while and were speechless. They just looked up and watched quietly.

The palace is built on the mountain and is natural, like a palace in the sky that emerged from the sky.

It is an extremely majestic and majestic figure. Once you take a look at it, you will never forget the spiritual impact it brings.

Su Chengyi asked Lin Tong for the green banknote, folded it up, turned it around a few times, and finally found a suitable angle.

The half of the palace on the banknote actually overlapped perfectly with the palace in front of me.

Beyond the top of the mountain, the sky was filled with clouds.On top of the golden dome, the sun shines brightly.

Several people stopped in the square for a long time before finally reluctantly walking inside.

Walking past the peeling white walls, stepping onto the worn and ancient stairs, we walked inside the palace.

If it is just shocking when you look at it from the outside, when you come inside, you will find that it is an art treasure that belongs to the motherland.

Entering the main central hall, your vision suddenly turned dark.

Su Chengyi stopped and stood there. Everyone else knew that he had night blindness, so they cooperated and stood with him.

It wasn't until he got used to the dim light inside that they started walking inside again.

He did not ask a tour guide to explain. Su Chengyi felt that such a scene did not require knowing all the ins and outs, but just watching it quietly once was enough.

After being baptized by all the priceless cultural relics and works of art, everyone hit it off and found the most attractive ones to be the ancient murals and sculptures.

As you walked along, you discovered that a large part of the feature is that there are brightly colored oil paintings and various carvings on all the walls, columns and beams above the head.

Although there was no tour guide to explain this, Xu Yang knew that there was another "omniscient and omnipotent" monster in their team.

So whenever I have any questions, I turn to him and ask him.

Since he was asked, Su Chengyi explained slowly.

He doesn't make up random things, he just answers those parts that he knows about and has seen relevant information and documentaries.

Because Su Chengyi always felt that it was stupid and disrespectful to pretend to know something about a field that he didn't understand at all.

These murals and sculptures involve too much knowledge, including classic stories of historical figures, religious myths, and Buddhist scriptures; or very down-to-earth, life-like stories that are closely related to the lives of local people.

It's like an open "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", which is very ornamental.

Su Chengyi's voice was gentle and eloquent, which was very fascinating.

Later, a large number of tourists who did not hire professional tour guides came to watch.

Most people thought that this unknown boy was a free commentator invited by the government. No one knew that he was just a high school student who had just graduated.

Surrounded by such a crowd, Su Chengyi raised his head and glanced at the faint lights in the corner.

The lamps here seem to be lit with butter, and the breeze blows with the unique fragrance of butter.

Chu Qingmian was also looking at the lights. Dotted among the stars were scattered figures of people kneeling before the Buddha. They sat silently or recited scriptures in a low voice.

She vaguely felt that the passage of time suddenly became thicker, and every minute and second flow carried the Sanskrit sound of piety.

Su Chengyi in front of him fell silent at some point.

Under the dim candlelight, his long eyelashes were lowered, and his eyebrows were calm and soft, with a hint of divinity.

Chu Qingmian was in a daze, and while she was in a trance, Su Chengyi suddenly turned around and held her hand, and knelt with her hand in hand in front of the Buddha.

"You're all here, you might as well pay your respects."

Su Chengyi lowered his voice and leaned close to her ear.

Chu Qingmian nodded, took a deep breath, and looked up at the huge and silent Buddha statue in front of her.

Under such a gaze, she suddenly felt a little scared.

The vastness of heaven and earth and the grandeur of Buddha statues make me as small as dust.

She originally thought she would be so nervous that she didn't know what to wish for, but at this moment the body temperature of the person next to her came to her, and Chu Qingmian suddenly felt that she had the courage to fight against the whole world.

She clasped her hands together, nodded slightly, and closed her eyes.

Not too many fancy words, just a very simple wish.

"Bless Su Chengyi to be safe and healthy, all the best, and happy forever."

Su Chengyi, who was next to her at this time, was far less pious than she was.

He kept looking sideways at Chu Qingmian until her eyelashes trembled, a sign that she was about to open her eyes, and then he looked away.

"I live a hundred years and live again. I only want perfection."

Su Chengyi faced the Buddha statue and made this wish again.

But he didn't really expect Buddha's blessing.

Faith is only the slender hope that people who are already in despair seek when they are finally at the end of their rope.

Su Chengyi stood up and patted the ashes on his knees.

He has to fight for what he wants on his own.

It is better to ask God than to ask me.

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