[BL]Lantern: Reflection Of The Peach Blossom

Chapter 44

——About this “unprecedented situation”.

Four days ago, on the border between China and Nepal, a border railway station.

A young boy with a strong figure and a good face squeezed from the crowd to the front desk and said, "Two tickets to Larilang, hard seats."

The ticket seller stretched his hands lazily: "Identity card -"

The teenager pulled out his ID from the cloth bag, and the man glanced at it and asked, "Is there another one?"

Silently, the teenager drew out a few banknotes and stuffed them in his hands.

The bustling surroundings, the greasy, dark-faced Tibetans shouted loudly, and the dirt and dust-laden bags squeezed around, and there were poultry chirping outside.

The ticket clerk confiscated the money, and handed him two hard seat tickets a moment later.

The teenager squeezed out the crowd, straddled the large and small luggages of the floor, came to the cramped waiting area, and walked straight to the back row of seats. He threw the parcels on the ground and sat down.

A man wearing a big hood pullover beside him turned his head, revealing half of his beautiful white face, with a mocking smile on his mouth: "It's really hard for you, dear brother."

The teenager said coldly: "Wear the sunglasses back, Maha."

Maha's gray hoodie covered most of his face, and a small half of his face and neck were exposed under the sunglasses. The ice sculptures were generally white. The long hair was ponytailed and fell from the bottom of the hood to the side, very soft and black, and looked like a beauty.

His slender and beautiful fingers were tapping on the armrests, seemingly carelessly looking around, his eyes turned around the passing passersby, focusing on observing their body shape and fat thickness.

Galuro was wearing a cottage sports t-shirt, black jacket and trousers, wearing black fingerless leather gloves, short hair braided, exposing the teenager's hard and silent side face, and the long-term exercise on the snow line. Farmers daily.

He carried the package on his knee and inspected his luggage again.

Two days ago, he took out what the parents had deposited for him in the only "bank" in this mountain. That was the last time his parents came to see him in the Himalayas. They agreed on a mechanism. If one day Galuro decided to go out of Tibet, he would go to the designated place to take out the safe that his parents had stored for him. Help him integrate into human society faster and more conveniently.

Of course, human society is constantly changing, so parents will re-deposit each time a certain year passes. The location is not limited to that local small bank, but covers more than a dozen different banks and credit unions on the surrounding railway network.

Galuro turned over in his bag.

Zhou Hui left him something that he had to change only two years ago, including an off-road vehicle key, but he didn’t open it, and he didn’t open it; a dozen Ping An Fu, it is said that every one is now priced at high prices, but in Tibetan areas Not even one can be sold; a cell phone, no electricity, no card, almost overflow the screen maliciously.

The safe that Phoenix had left for his second son had not moved for several years. It contained neatly 80,000 pieces of cash, a set of identification certificates, and the most complete version of the Tibet Railway Map that he could find.

The long-forgotten question reappeared in Galuro's mind. How did his mother look at his father in the past, really because of his good face?

"It's fat," Maha said with a sigh as he looked at a chubby pier led by his parents not far away.