I walked, walked, walked through cities and villages.

When I arrived in Lhasa, I stopped and said, this is it.

I stayed, ate, slept, drank and sang. Then I met a wonderful world.

Then I met a group of people, some family members and a fellow villager.

Then I lost the world and those people.

There is only a little homesickness and a little old time left.

Nothing can pass, but I can't go back.

Fish and ocean currents, wine and wine glasses, me and my Lhasa.

( 1)

Nicole, a Cantonese, looks like Meng Qiqi (a Japanese super popular doll) and is quite sweet.

She comes from a senior Japanese translator and speaks Japanese more fluently than Mandarin. At the beginning of 2000, she went to Tibet with a backpack, and then settled in Lhasa as a tour guide, specializing in foreign guests' groups. At the same time, she opened a small inn in Xianzu Island, Hanoi, Lhasa and worked as a part-time accountant in a bar.

She is the cashier in my bar and I am the guest in her inn.

At that time, there were only four inns in Lhasa Xianzu Island, and Nicole Inn was one of them. This inn has no name. Open the gate, it is the Lhasa River, and on the other side are piles of white-headed snow-capped mountains.

I live on the first floor of Nicole's Inn with a group of brothers and drink her messy Cantonese soup every day.

She calls me brother, and I often make my room look like a garbage dump. She is not angry at all. She ran around to help fold the quilt and clear the table. She lay flat on the floor and dug out the bottles and cotton socks I had stuffed from under the bed. She put our clothes in a big basin and squatted in the yard to wash our pants, while I squatted and ate the radish in my pants. ?

I asked her while eating radish: Nicole, are you Hakka girls so virtuous?

Nicole grinned at me, and I smiled back at her ... it's strange that I didn't blush.

She said, Brother, you are a real gentleman.

Nicole keeps herself busy. Every day, her schedule is full. She can't afford help. The work of the inn is undertaken by her alone. She gets up early in the morning to wash. One-person-high sheets are twisted into big twists and big drops like playing, and she splashes them herself.

Lhasa is a city of sunshine. At 10, all the sheets in the yard were dried out. At 12, the big white sheets floated lightly with the wind, wrapped around the body and stuck to the face, all of which smelled of sunshine. I can't smell them. It smells good.

The first thing I do when I open my eyes every day is to run around the yard holding the sheets and smell them.

Nicole chased me all over the yard as soon as I jumped out. She shouted in a low voice, Brother, don't always run around in your underwear, you will scare the guests.

I ignored her and hugged the sheets, happily.

Once, it really scared the guests.

The sunshine that day was particularly good, and the white sheets seemed to glow. I jumped on them and hugged them, but I didn't want to hug them together with a sweet scream.

Awkward. I have two soft things in my hand ... someone is behind the sheet.

Nicole is one of the few Japanese tour guides in Lhasa. At that time, her inn was frequented by some Japanese backpackers. Okay, it's a Japanese girl.

Superman underwear was popular at that time. After the Japanese sister lifted the sheets, she was scared by Superman, shivering and shouting: Sophie Marceau Sophie Marceau. Then he gave me a bow.

I rolled around and climbed back to put on my pants, then made amends and invited her to eat lollipops. She probably didn't understand what I said and didn't pick it up. I ran to Nicole to learn simple Japanese dialogue and copied half a piece of A4 paper. I don't know what Nicole taught me Anyway, if I read a sentence, Japanese girls will laugh, and if I read a sentence, I will laugh.

At first, I buried my face in a smile, and then I stared at me with blinking eyes, laughing so hard that my heart was crisp, all kinds of "Asian butterflies"

That's it. That's all. Language barrier, attempt.

Many years later, I was stopped by that Japanese girl on the street in Tsim Dong, Hong Kong. She is obviously fluent in Chinese. She introduced me to her husband and said that this gentleman once hugged me.

I tried to run, but I couldn't. Her husband grabbed my hand and held it happily.

I invited her, her husband and their son to the Peninsula Hotel for afternoon tea. Her husband ordered it very rustic, so I buried it.

When I left, my mother's Japanese sister gave me a big hug and said, goodbye, Mr. Superman. ...

I remembered the Japanese that Nicole taught me in those years, and said: Wada Swabing died of menstruation.

Nicole taught me a lot of Japanese words in those years, and I basically forgot them, except that good evening is "empty class baby"; Good morning is "Oh, ha, let the dog kill her menstruation". I don't know if I remember correctly. )

I'm in my early twenties and like to lie in bed. Every day, the time of "Oh, I want my dog to die of menstruation" is noon. 12 o'clock is the fixed time for me to get up, for Binzi, 12: 30, and for Lei Zi, 1 o'clock. Lei Zi is a singer Zhao Lei from Ding Qiao, Houhai. He is very young. Jenny loves him. Send it to him?

The quilt is half an inch thicker than mine and mine. Lei Zhao doesn't get up or eat every day. Lei Zi is a Muslim, so it is inconvenient to eat. Every day, the rice she takes out is vegetarian, and occasionally a little beef is in Lei Zi's bowl.

I won't do it. I hold diced meat with chopsticks. Others put up a finger to humiliate me. I'm never shy when I have meat to eat, so I grab it. Lei Zi was very wronged holding the bowl, so Nicole advised him: Yo yo, be good, don't cry ... My brother is still young, you should let him go.

Lei Zi was obedient and asked me to rob it, but every time a piece of meat was robbed, he muttered: Kill you.

As soon as Lei Zi arrived in Lhasa, he rebelled and recovered in the sun. Jokhang Temple Square has the most sunshine. It is said that one hour of sunshine is equivalent to eating two eggs. I take him to Jokhang Temple to eat eggs every day. After half a month, he turned into plateau red, as black as a preserved egg.

Nicole often follows us in the sun. She was afraid of the dark, so she invented a novel way of sunbathing. Every time before sunbathing, she gulps down half a thermos of sweet tea, then covers her head with a big scarf and begins to doze off against the wall.

I tried it once with Lei Zi, sweating like a pig. Nicole said it was called a sauna.

Continue to drink sweet tea after sauna.

The thermos of Guangming Sweet Teahouse can be rented by the pound, which means she can take it away with a little deposit. Sweet tea is cooked in a big pot. With a wave of his hand, bags of milk powder were dusty and poured in. The outer packaging of those milk powders is extremely crude, and I don't know where they came from.

A thermos of sweet tea is only 80 cents, but it provides the same heat as a meal, and it tastes excellent, so we all rush to drink it.

Now think about it, I don't know how much melamine I swallowed.

Lei Zi is very polite when she pours tea. The glass was empty. He poured it for Nicole first, then for me and then for himself. Nicole praised him and said, Gee, Lei Zi is really a good man.

He immediately put on a very useful expression and said modestly:

Ladies first,

Gentleman, finally,

Handsome boy is honest. ?

Sitting next to an old English man, people turned their heads and asked, what?

(2)

At that time, everyone lived together and lived a communal life. My bar keeps losing money, and Nicole's inn doesn't make money. Life is tense occasionally, but it is never embarrassing. People who have money and money naturally take care of each other and live happily under the same roof. Boiled water can also taste cola, and dried noodles can also taste spaghetti.

As a family, it is our responsibility to care for each other. At that time, we were most worried about Er Binzi, or Er Binzi was the least worried.

Er Binzi is the younger brother of my bar partner Da Binzi, from Datong, the capital of Beijing. He was shocked when he spoke. It looked like a string of hutongs. He was also anxious, and the donkey dared to wrestle with his own brother. His own brother originally rented a small house in downtown Lhasa to live with him, but later found that he couldn't manage him at all, so he gave it to me to live near Zhu Zhechi.

He is very close to me and often comes to me for pockets.

He said, boss, I made some figs for you to eat. I said, I won't eat.

He said, eat, eat, eat.

And put it in my mouth, really, with my head stuffed. It's not enough to stuff one. You have to stuff me like a toad.

I know he means well, but how can he chew with his mouth full? !

He is also very close to Nicole and often praises Nicole.

Seeing Nicole washing clothes in trousers, she boasted: Gee, you are as virtuous as my mother.

Nicole occasionally put two spoonfuls of oil in her cooking and boasted: Gee, your cooking is as delicious as my mother's.

Seeing Nicole wearing a new dress, she boasted, Gee, you are as slim as my mother.

Nicole was praised by him. She wanted to come and see the photos of her mother's 50th birthday. After reading it, she was very angry.

Er Binzi talked about a little girlfriend named Xiao Erhu at that time. Xiao Erhu studied in the Conservatory of Music, traveled around the world with an Erhu, and came to Lhasa to work and study in the summer vacation. The little girl's family is ordinary, but she is ambitious. She set up a parasol on Yutu Road and played erhu for four hours every day to earn tuition.

Er Binzi knows two sentences of Peking Opera, and every day he runs over and shouts "Jump, pedal, quench!" " As soon as he jumped out, Xiao Erhu immediately threw his bow into Xipi flowing water. The two men looked at each other, and the foreigners on the sidelines clicked on the camera.

Er Binzi invited Xiao Erhu to the inn for dinner. He solemnly wore a white shirt and tied his waist inside. We teased him and told him to send flowers and gifts when he invited someone to dinner for the first time. He jumped out of the door without saying a word, and soon brought back a large bunch of beautiful Gesang flowers, which made Xiao erhu blink with joy.

After less than half an hour, the next-door neighbor knocked on the door politely and discussed with us politely: … Forget the flowers when I gave them away, but can I get the flowerpot back …

Erhu moved Er Binzi over the wall to steal flowers for her. It's so romantic that she swore on the spot that she would marry Er Binzi, which frightened our family.

After the summer vacation, Xiao Erhu and Er Binzi had a fight in Where Are You Going, and then traveled all the way home along the Sichuan-Tibet line. When she left, she left a metal accessory on the erhu to Erbinzi as a souvenir. The little erhu later went to Vienna, and they never met again across Qian Shan.

Er Binzi bothers Nicole to tie a tapestry and wants to hang metal fittings around her neck.

Nicole asked him if he wanted a small erhu. He changed the subject and said with a smile, Nicole, your tapestry is really beautiful. You are as clever as my mother.

Nicole is clever, but clumsy. She wanted to comfort Er Binzi, but she didn't know how. She made an international call home, but Erbinzi never called once.

Er Binzi can't see anything strange, but he still goes in and out with great vigour every day. He wears that strange pendant around his neck every day.

It is said that the metal fittings of erhu are called Qianjin.

(3)

There is a cool breeze in summer and a moon in autumn. Life in Lhasa is simple and comfortable, and there is no business to worry about, so every day is a wonderful time.

Unlike simple travelers, canvassers living in Lhasa at that time all had jobs to make a living. Besides running an inn, Nicole also works as a part-time tour guide.

There were too many poor foreigners who came to Lhasa in those days. A lonely planet has traveled all over the world, and everyone is a miser. Nicole's tour guide business is often closed for half a year, and occasionally joining a group is like winning the lottery. Every time she announced that she had received a tour group, the whole inn was full of joy, and then everyone came up with various ideas, one for her to wear a jacket and the other for her to hang a military kettle. Everyone contributed the easiest thing to get and forced her to hang it on her body.

At that time, my most valuable household appliance was Ericsson's three-proof shark mobile phone, which also contributed to her support. Every time she is pushed out of the door, she looks more like a tourist than a tourist. She grabbed the door and shouted with a smile: no ... just go to the Potala Palace. Er Binzi picked her up and threw her out. She laughed through the crack of the door and cursed in Cantonese: Qi Xing (madman) ...

You don't need a trekking pole to go to Potala Palace.

Tickets to the Palace of Cloth are more expensive than the Forbidden City, and we don't want to spend that money. Nicole is the only one of us who has been to Potala Palace. Her little guide flag is the most special. There is an Ericsson shark mobile phone on the trekking pole, followed by a bunch of old uncles from Japanese companies.

Ericsson was later acquired by Sony. I don't know if it was thanks to Nicole.

At that time, our means of transportation in Lhasa were two legs and bicycles, and we occasionally took three rounds, so we had to take a taxi. It is very expensive to take a taxi in Lhasa. The starting price in Beijing is 7.5 yuan Time, Lhasa 10 yuan. Everyone has their own social orientation in their respective cities, but after coming to Lhasa, they all return to a life with low material needs. People with weak competitiveness will not show off their wealth and spend money indiscriminately. Nobody seems to take a taxi very much. No matter how far the road is, the mood is slow, and there is no need to worry under your feet.

As far as I can remember, Nicole only hit enter once.

One afternoon, she jumped in front of me like a big rabbit, opened her palm and asked me to borrow money for a taxi. How much did I say? She said hurry, hurry, 150!

I was shocked. I can take a taxi to Gongga Airport for 150 yuan. I asked her, and sure enough.

A guest of Nicole's team dropped a SLR camera cover, and she had to get to the airport in an hour and a half to return it.

I asked her if the guest asked her to send it, and she said no, I said, did the guest reimburse you for the taxi fare? She said, oh, man, it's not about money or not. ...

I am very happy. Well, it's not about money, it's about arithmetic. Take a taxi to Gongga Airport 150 and go home 150, not counting the toll. ...

I can't beat her. I took a taxi with her to Gongga airport. Every time I jump my watch, my heart aches. I am good at arithmetic, and I have lost more than ten catties of beef.

The man who lost the lens cover is an Osaka uncle. We flew the lens cover over the security checkpoint to him, and the airport police came to drive people away and almost detained me at the police station.

We don't have enough money to take a taxi or an airport bus. We walked back to Lhasa and walked ten miles before hitchhiking.

The driver is very interesting. Let's say, are you walking?

I knocked Nicole's head and answered: Yes, ah, eat, support, get, panic, go out, come, leave, leave, go, ah, ha!

Say a word and knock.

Uncle Osaka who lost the lens cover later mailed a ceramic lucky cat as a thank-you gift. I pulled the cat horizontally and vertically, but it took me a long time to pull my 150 yuan out.

Ten Jin of beef ... beef!

Beef!

(4)

At that time, I opened a bar at night and sang in the street during the day. The income from singing is often higher than the profit from bars. I often use the money I earn from singing in the afternoon to drink, and then I lose in the bar at night. Every day is a pleasure.

Coins are not popular in Lhasa, and there are piles of furry tickets in the piano box. Lhasa calls Mao Piao "hairpin", and we call street singing "the job of making hairpin".

At that time, many people kowtowed near Jokhang Temple. Passers-by used to give a hair to show their support and respect for Buddhism. The Tibetan people are kind and charitable, and the word "giving" is a traditional value that people will always adhere to. Under its influence, lapiao people living in Lhasa always leave a hair on their backs. Generally, pilgrims don't take the initiative to reach out and grab their hair. Instead, I took the initiative to contact a group of small one-eyed peas who wandered around Jokhang Temple all the year round. These children are not professional beggars, and they will do nothing without money. They usually stand in front of you like small stakes, hold out their claws and say in a very fair tone: Gucci Gucci, Gucci Gucci.

Gucci Gucci means "Please give me some".

You ignored him, and he kept talking until you went straight to the last sentence: wool is sensitive.

Tone and tone are very important. These children are the kind who eat soft and don't eat hard If they are bored, they will really scold you. They only swear in one sentence: penis is sensitive!

Most people swear at the nose, but swearing at the crotch makes your body shake and your chrysanthemums tighten.

Sensitivity has no meaning in Tibetan.

I belong to Scorpio, and I am not intimidated by being killed. I was sensitive many times in those years. After a long time, those little ancestors saw me and shouted "penis sensitivity" from a distance, making me press the wrong chord and beat the drum, making the beautiful girl who just arrived in Lhasa think it was my hidden name.

The air on the plateau is dry. I just started working in the street. If I drink less water, I can blow dry my throat with a few songs.

Nicole's sister is kind-hearted and brings me water every night. Every time she holds a bottle, she sits behind me with a smile and helps us collect money for singing.

She likes listening to Zhao Lei sing best.

At that time, Lei Zi was a street star in Lhasa. Every day, as soon as he started singing, piles of Ajia (Tibetan girl in Lhasa) and Pumu (Tibetan girl in Lhasa) rushed up to listen to him sing. He is stubborn and a hedgehog. He just wants to sing the song he wants, and no one can order it.

Nicole is an exception. She sings whatever she orders. She's terrible. She wasted too much time on her voice. She only orders one song every day, and she sings three songs. Nobody can stop her.

Lei Zi called her "Sister" and he behaved well in front of Nicole.

Lei Zi also has a sister who married abroad. That sister is very kind to him. He once wrote her a song:

If only my sister could see the moon on my side.

I live in a small street under the moon and smile. ...

Sister, my side is generally satisfied.

You should be well aware of my temper as a child.

Recently, I was lovelorn, and my life suddenly became deserted.

But sister, you don't have to worry about me.

Sister, is your sky always sunny? Foreigners always smile, kiss and hug. It looks very friendly.

You are already the most beautiful mother in the hearts of two boys and the first good wife to give in in family disputes.

Sister, if you feel tired, go to the seaside and be quiet.

I especially hope that one day you can come back and live in Beijing.

I know there are some troubles you don't want to tell me on the phone.

You will say don't worry, it's silly, and smile and say that everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

……

Lei Zi was born in a small family, and he has been supporting himself since he was very young. He was glad that no one shared it and wronged himself to digest it. The city of Beijing is too big, the world is cold and worldly, and everyone is a fool. Many people cheat him, but few people love him. Therefore, he put all the people who are good to him on the apex of his heart and in the deepest part of the strings.

The elder sister in Lei Zi's song should be very kind to him.

I haven't seen this elder sister in Lei Zi's songs. I only remember that when he was singing loudly in the streets of Lhasa, he leaned over and revealed his half-off autumn clothes. Nicole sat behind him, stared at the corner of her skirt for a while, turned away secretly, and quietly wiped away the tears in her eyes.

Like my sister in a foreign country, I feel sorry for him. Girls who sympathize with others are all good girls.

A month later, the new home was completed in Chengdu, located in a "Hui"-shaped commercial and residential building in Dongmenqiao, named "Tianya Past", and next door was amigo's "Queen Bee".

I helped Nicole draw on the wall, drew her cartoons, and drew her own, and then suddenly I didn't know who to draw. I turned around, Nicole stood at the bar wiping the cup, and Kaysa finch's song echoed in the huge attic (wide and open free space), which was empty.