In this empty land, anything falls softly.
Ningcuo stroked the wool that was wetted by the mist, stood up with his heavy back, and drove him away in a low voice. The stiff withered grass followed his movements, constantly rubbing the calluses on his palms.
Due to the late spring cold, a thick barrier seemed to be blocked between the noses. Different from the past, the woody smell carried by the wind, the greenness of the thick fog, and the warmth of the water droplets rolling on the earth were all blocked together.
But for no reason, he felt that the thin smell of first snow was always lingering around him, which was out of place.
It was brought by that person.
"You," Ningcuo pressed the handle of the cup involuntarily, "I'll go find some black tea for you."
Che He subconsciously touched the bandage on his arm. With his straight hairstyle, he had a heroic face. He glanced in the direction of the sound, curled his lips, picked up the butter tea in front of him and said, "Don't bother."
The thick ghee spreads across the throat, and the salty fragrance is wrapped in butterfat, but when it spreads, it is plain and endlessly astringent.
Seeing that the other person was drinking more and more restrainedly, Ningcuo pursed his lips and smiled, then threw a piece of candy to him and said, "It's rare for outsiders to get used to drinking. I'll lend it to you."
"Borrow?"
Ningcuo touched his forehead. A small patch of skin was slightly red, and the meaning was self-evident.
Che He tilted his head and chuckled, pressing his tongue against the piece of candy: "I know."
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"Everything that exists in the world has a cause and effect. Some people put them in the palm of their hands, but I chose to obey." Che He looked at the wet depression, and when he turned to look at Ningcuo, his eyes seemed to be stained with the blackness of the soil, and he could not see the bottom at a glance, "I am chasing a lake."
Ning Cuo looked at him, slightly absent-minded, until the other person's eyes began to reflect, and he saw himself.
"Then you're in the wrong place," Ningcuo blinked and looked away in a panic. His voice was softer than wool falling on the ground. "In autumn, the lake hasn't dried up yet."
Che He looked at him, his calm eyes were like a lake flowing in all seasons, but there was an indescribable determination in his eyes. Ningcuo seemed to smell that incompatible smell again.
"Come with me, Ningcuo." Che He tapped the corner of his mouth with his finger, "I'll pay you back."
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"That seasonal lake! When did you take the photo?"
The sunshine in Aswan has always been scorching, but Che He felt that it was not as scorching as Ningcuo's eyes at the moment.
Che He swept his thumb across the eyes on the screen, then put down the camera and took out a small green can to block Ning Cuo's sight. Ningcuo closed his eyes obediently when he saw this, his eyelashes trembling slightly due to nervousness.
Che He applied a piece of baby cream and gently stroked the dry and cracked skin. When he was about to finish, he tugged at his trembling eyelashes and heard the other party mutter: "I think it's moist enough."
"Well," Che He laughed at him, "What's wrong with you?"
Ningcuo punched him on the arm, turned red and turned away.
Wanderers×Tibetans
Not pure blood Tibetans.
Some of the information was consulted, and the details were made up randomly. Thanks for reading.
It is forbidden to dismantle and reverse.
Purpose: Find yourself
