[BL]Lantern: Reflection Of The Peach Blossom

Chapter 46

Zhou Hui and Chu He took their tow oil bottle uncle Zhang Shun and set off from Beijing that night to Tibet. The next day they arrived in Lhasa and then wandered to Wangjia Snow Mountain-the place where the k7350 train mysteriously disappeared.

Entering Tibet by air is more likely to trigger altitude sickness than entering Tibet by railroad. Zhang Shun thought that his brother's body full of holes was definitely irresistible. Who would have been the first to be dizzy was his Xuanmen Fengshen. Zhang Ershao vomited for a long time holding the airport trash can, and was softly dragged away by Zhou Hui's rear collar. He dragged and laughed at the airport security who heard the news: "Sorry, sorry, this child has been a little since childhood. Silly, there is no way to take the uncle who came with me when I married my wife..."

The fragile Zhang Ershao traveled from Lhasa to Larilang by car, and he was lying on his brother's thighs, making Zhou Hui very uncomfortable. Zhou Hui's tongue wasn't covered, and when he took the time, he sneered a few words: "How to be stupid, telling you not to come and follow, do you know that literary youth are not good?"

Zhang Shun: "Shut up..."

"Huh, what are you going to do? You can find a donkey inn and throw it in. You can't have a baby with the girl in the inn in two years. Hahahaha--"

Zhang Shun: "Shut up..."

Zhou Hui was gloating over him, twisting his waist like Li Hu said: "Come and beat me, come and beat me!"

Zhang Shun's strength to move his little finger was gone, only to feel that he had been screamed past the beast a thousand times.

Zhang Shun didn't find out until Larilang that it was not the mythical beast but the elephant who had pierced himself.

Larilang was originally a very remote and small place, not even a donkey, the local train only stopped once every three days. After the disappearance of k7350, the local Tibetans felt that the gods and Buddha had dropped their grievances and went to the railroad tracks to kowtow to worship. The local government was afraid that something would happen, so the train was diverted to not pass here.

So Zhou Hui asked the local fellow to rent a broken second-hand car, bought food and water, and prepared to drive from Larilang to the next stop, searching for suspicious traces around the railway line along the way.

The snowy mountain road is rugged, and the railway line is okay, but this small broken car that creaks when it is opened is really too upset, and the brakes are not easy to use. Zhang Shun couldn't even step on the brake pads at all. He could only be rotated by Zhou Hui and Chu He alternately. He continued to lie on the rear seat and vomited dimly.

What struck his self-esteem even more was that the Chu River, which he thought would fall down, was not abnormal-his pale face in Beijing was still very pale on the Tibetan plateau, neither improved nor changed. Bad, it seems that he cares for himself and his physical condition is not changed by the external environment at all.

In the evening they came to a plain at the foot of Wangjia Snow Mountain. Chu River got off and followed Zhou Hui on foot to search for the nearby two-kilometer railroad track, and Zhang Shun could only sit in the back of the car humming while cleaning his vomit while holding back Qudi fires to cook.

As a result, Zhou Hui and Chu He came back an hour later. Zhou Hui was still a lazy, slightly teased look. When he saw Zhang Shun, he smiled and asked, "Yo, my brother is cooking! What is this, Zongba congee?" "

The boiling point on the plateau is low, and it won't cook well even if it boils. Zhang Shun tasted the noodle porridge and said angrily: "No matter, eat it like this!"