They settled in the villagers in a house in a flat house, and the owner's family made a simple dinner for them. Although they were a bit poor in selling and taste, they had dinner and dinner.

After the last light of the entire village went out, they lay on a wooden bed with old cotton wool, and the sneak discussed the plans of today and tomorrow.

"Entering Tibet?" Jian Yue covered his mouth and pressed the strategy back in time, "But we are not ready."

"Not afraid, Yan Ce has been prepared." Yan Ce started calculating the other party's fingers. "From here, we will walk for another three days. After the uncle's site, we will change the equipment and be able to reach Kangding in two days. "

"Strict death, stinky suggestion, why don't you say earlier, I didn't prepare it, what should I do if I have entered the emergency department without Litang."

"I even take the red scenery for you for more than ten days. The problem should not be big. Isn't there still a strict strategy?"

A lot of memories in Jian Yue's mind, "Is it because I want to see the glacier."

"Yan Ce also thinks." Yan Ce put the other person's head in his arms, "Thinking about 90 years before ninety years."

"Then if we can't live ninety, in case we can only reach sixty."

"That's okay. At least in the short life, we are already one -half of the other party."

Chapter 75 C-74

Two days later, Yan Ce left the city of Kawasaki in the border city where the rumor was located. After buying enough materials from the local market, they switched to a jeep the next day and prepared to wear Shu into Tibet.

On the night of Kangding's rest, the two did a few times in a hotel a few times. It took more than a week from the ancient town. Yan Ce is obviously difficult to restrain himself.

After doing it, it was midnight, and Jane Yue talked about eating supper again. However, the local night market did not open to dawn like the south.

Yan Ce could only take him to find things to eat, and finally found a barbecue stall against the stomach.

They sat in front of the oil table, drinking beer with a disposable cup, and the roasted meat skewers exuding the spicy flavor of hemp peppers.

Yan Ce has hardly eaten these things before, but after being with Jane, any night market stall has become a place where it is often patronized.

"Be careful." Yan Ce put a bowl of white porridge in front of Jane, "Come to eat some porridge."

Jian Yue pouted, "I can't eat meat when I eat porridge."

"It's okay to eat something." Yan Ce took the paper towel to wipe the pepper seeds on the tip of the nose. "The more more like a pig."

"It's not." Jian Yue chewed meat, "I'm hungry."

Yan Ce poured himself a cup of beer. "When you are at home, you must chase and rush to eat more.

"That's not the same."

"That Yue said, where is the difference."

"It's not the same." Jian Yue talked about his tail, "Anyway, strict strategy does not like me."

Yan Ce was drinking the wine, "That's the more you talk about it, why don't Yan Ce don't like you anymore."

Jian Yue pointed at his face, "It's darkened, strict strategy doesn't like it anymore."

"No black, it's still beautiful." Yan Ce also picked up the skewers and started to be happy, "Like a small white peach."

"What about that, you are not rare ..."

After Jian Yue's emotionalization, there is always something to arrange some of them to provoke strict strategies. In the end, either can't help the other party's coax, or Lai Pi cries. There is a taste.

At 3:30 in the morning, on the bridge of Zheduo River in Kangding City, two young men with the smell of wine stepped on the colorful neon lights and danced the waltz without rhythm or footwork.

During the period, an old man in national costume walked over the bridge on a drunken pace.

"On the mountain where the horse is running, a cloud is shining, the end of the cloud is shining, the city of Kangding, the moon is bending the city of Kangding, today we meet here, an old song is dedicated to you... "

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The next morning, the two set off from Kangding, and in the afternoon they arrived at the first stop of the 318 Sichuan-Tibet Line, the highest city in the world - Litang County, Ganzi Prefecture.

Litang was the hometown of the sixth Dalai Lama, Cangyang Gyatso. Cangyang Gyatso happened to be Yan Ce’s favorite poet. On many sunny afternoons, Yan Ce often made Jian Yue sit on his lap and then held his own. He read Cangyang Gyatso's poems and read it to the other party line by line.

The two stayed at the local Cordyceps Hotel that night, which is also the best hotel in Litang.

In the middle of the night, Jian Yue really had some altitude sickness, her face was as white as paper, and if she wanted to vomit, she could only suck in the oxygen bottle. 's hospital.

The next morning, Jian Yue's condition was much better, but Yan Ce was still asleep.

The palm-sized hospital bed was a bit crowded for two people, and Yan Ce had one leg hanging out of the bed all night.

Yan Ce slept lightly, and Jian Yue opened his eyes with a light kiss.

Jian Yue kissed again and whispered, "What a pity."

"The sooner." Yan Ce also kissed back and asked in a hoarse voice, "What a pity?"

"It's hard to stay in a big hotel, but I came to the hospital to squeeze a bed."

"It's okay." Yan Ce measured the other party's temperature with his hand, "Are you still feeling bad?"

Jian Yue shook his head, "It's much better, I've gotten used to it, and you can continue as usual today."