Chapter 68 Let the dream pass through your heart (5)

Jia Mucuo said: You promise? I said: OK, I promise. I didn't expect the youngsters of the equestrian team to value their victory so much.They cheered and whistled at Jamtso.The beer that Jia Mucuo lost to everyone was not one or two bottles as I thought, but one box per person.Jia Mucuo brought boxes of beer to his teammates. His teammates slammed open the beer at him and drank with their necks raised. Some naughty riders even raised the bottles at me to show respect . I am happy.I feel angry for Jia Mucuo.I think it is necessary for me to keep that ridiculous promise at such a critical moment.I move away from the window.I went to the bathroom, put on lipstick in front of the mirror, pulled myself together, and then—swifted downstairs.

I suddenly showed up at the training ground.A bay red horse neighed, but the riders were all dumb.They looked at me suspiciously and stopped drinking.I bent over to them and said: Tashi Dele. They hurriedly returned the salute, some said "Tashi Dele", some said "Hello", and there was chaos. I walked through them and approached Jamtso.Jia Mucuo greeted me with surprise and pride, I raised my face and said to Jia Mucuo: Can you teach me how to ride a horse? Jia Mucuo roared: Ha! Jia Mucuo lifted me up and put me on the back of his tawny horse.He took the rein, waved his arm and said, "Bring the wine!"

The training ground suddenly boiled again.The riders were smiling when they lost.Boxes of beer were brought in and piled up next to Jiamucuo. Almost every rider wanted to give Jiamucuo a punch in envy.After winning the beer, Jia Mucuo said: Come on, I invite everyone to drink! The riders said: Where is Kangzhu? I said: Of course I also invite you to drink. The riders yelled: Whoa, whoa! Jia Mucuo helped me off the horse.Jia Mucuo bit the caps of the wine bottles with his teeth, and I toasted the riders one by one.They are all Tibetans, and all of them are heroes in wine.Immediately after they finished drinking, they turned to toast my wine.They held their wine bottles up to their brows.A toast song was sung.I didn't drink for a moment, and they sang non-stop.What a powerful move it is for someone to hold a wine bottle and sing in front of you.I had no choice but to go all out and drink up.The riders danced the "Guozhuang", singing and drinking while dancing. I was also deeply affected and joined in with my arms and legs.In the past, I liked to dance disco as well as face-to-face dance, and hated the ballroom dance that still held the pipa and half-hidden my face. Now I have found a dance that I love and intoxicate: Guozhuang.For the sake of happiness and friendship, we jump up and down, we don't use lights, venues, costumes and speakers, we have natural rhythms and natural singing voices. For the Han people, dancing always seems to be a shameful performance. things.Here, dancing is not a thing, dancing is joy.I was overjoyed with joy, the low-grade fever and alcohol made me stagger in my dancing steps, and Jia Mucuo kept surrounding me tightly, for fear that I would have any accidents.

Nothing happened to me. In the end, Jia Mucuo taught me how to ride a horse with the pride of a winner.I have never ridden a real horse in my life.Seeing people riding horses so proudly and freely, I have always been yearning in my heart.It wasn’t until I got on the horse that I realized that the saddle was not comfortable. Even though it was covered with leather, it was still very uncomfortable, and the footrests were not easy to get used to. As soon as the horse started to walk, my silk stockings were rubbed by the copper footrests. There is a hole, and the horse's back is much wider than I imagined. My two legs must be spread apart, and I can't use any strength to clamp the horse's back.The horse trotted forward a few steps, and the cheers from the riders hadn't stopped. My eyes were darkened, and I fell headfirst.

Rider Jia Mucuo walked into my life in Lhasa in this way.Sure enough, as I expected, Jia Mucuo was a Kangba Han. Jia Mucuo said: I have to help you cure your illness. Jia Mucuo took five bottles of ghee to the Jokhang Temple and asked me to add a small spoonful of ghee to all the long-burning lamps within my arm's reach. I said: Are you kidding? There are as many bright lights in the Jokhang Temple as there are stars in the sky. Jia Mucuo was a little unhappy, and said: Why are you joking? I said: what's the matter? Jia Mucuo said: You know that you have blasphemed the gods, so what's the use of talking, you should use actions to express your remorse.

I think so too. So I agreed to Jia Mucuo, and honestly added ghee to the long-burning lanterns of the Jokhang Temple one by one. After adding the ghee, I wanted to sit in my place for a while and rest my feet, but Jia Mucuo said that I should make a wish to the Buddha before resting. I was taken to kneel in front of the largest Buddha statue.I don't know what kind of promise is the wish, but Jia Mucuo asked me to follow him. Jia Mucuo whispered, "My name is Kang Zhu."