Chapter 61 Chapter 15 The Mysterious Speaker

I haven't spoken yet, but Xu Zhiwu spoke first.He said: "Xiao Luo, didn't this caller meet us when we had breakfast this morning?" Hearing that we were talking about him, the man turned around and smiled at me, then went to call him again.I saw it clearly this time, and it was really the person I met twice in a row.This...is too much of a coincidence. Seeing our confusion, Cisong quickly explained to us: "This is a guest of a large European tourist group. He lives in the hotel next to our Tibetan restaurant, and he and his accomplices must come to eat our Tibetan restaurant every night. Meals. It’s been ten days in a row.”

It turns out that this is just a coincidence.I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The decoration of the Tibetan restaurant in Cisong is very retro. The decoration of the Lhasa hall is completely designed according to the appearance of the old aristocratic family. It is luxurious and has a touch of human touch. Not only me, but even people like Raba who are originally from the great aristocrats are attracted. After that, everyone immediately discussed the furnishings in the room enthusiastically, and completely forgot about other things. During the meal, Laba and Niqiong each persuaded us to drink and add food according to the Tibetan custom.After a meal, everyone was slightly drunk.I was a little dizzy too, but that was okay, and I was still relatively awake.A waitress girl brought us hangover tea. The moment the door opened, I saw the young European man again, looking into us.Seemingly seeing me, he greeted me very familiarly: "Hello!" After saying that, he walked in.Probably the waiter thought he was an acquaintance of ours, so he let him in without asking any further questions.

"..." After the man came in, he walked straight towards me and greeted me. Unfortunately, I didn't understand what he was talking about, but the little girl who delivered the hangover tea pursed her lips and tried her best not to laugh. She seems to understand the same. "What did he say?" I continued to drink, and asked the little girl loudly.The little girl was frightened by my rough voice, she quickly lowered her head and said, "It's nothing, he said why you're a drunk." Then she turned around and walked out. "Wait, wait..." Xu Zhiwu said, "How can you understand what he said?" The little girl seemed a little surprised when she heard his question, she looked at us in disbelief, and said: "He speaks Tibetan , why can't I understand?"

Now it's our turn to be surprised, this foreign devil can actually speak Tibetan!So he hurriedly asked the little waitress to go out so that he could ask such a devil something. First, Xu Zhiwu, who drank a lot, spoke with a bit of a tongue, stammered and asked: "Which country are you from?" After speaking, he shook his head and said to himself, "You can't understand Mandarin... No, you How do you understand Tibetan? Then should I speak to you in Tibetan... oops... unfortunately, I don't know Tibetan. I only know English and German..." The young man looked at Xu Zhiwu with a very polite smile, and when he finished speaking, he shrugged and said, "Sorry..." Now I understood, he was saying I'm sorry.

I wanted to ask him why he said I'm sorry, but after thinking about it in my head, my words changed, and I didn't even say a few whys, but I didn't finish it. Fortunately, Niqiong and Laba drink a lot. Although they are a little drunk, they are not like the other three of us.Niqiong spoke first, and asked the foreign devil very calmly. He used Tibetan and couldn't understand what he was saying, but the foreign devil answered fluently without showing any unpleasantness. Li Zeng got drunk on his face, his whole face was flushed, and he asked me if I could understand what they were saying with a mouth full of alcohol.I shook my head, expressing my ignorance.He let out an "oh" in disappointment, and didn't express anything else.

The two completely ignored our conversation for a while, and the foreign devil walked up to Raba and sat down next to him.Niqiong's face became a little ugly, and he opened his mouth several times to say something, but he still held back his mouth.But Laba, when he saw a stranger sitting close to him, immediately became vigilant and said something in Tibetan - guessed from his expression. The foreign devil patted Laba on the shoulder in a friendly way, probably saying that he had no malicious intentions.But Laba didn't buy it, and gave him a hard look, clasping his hands vigilantly around his chest, as if there was a treasure there, afraid that foreign devils would snatch it.

The foreign devils made fun of themselves at Laba's place, smiled awkwardly, stopped sitting down, got up and politely bid us farewell.Everyone looked at him in a daze again as he swaggered out. After all, drinking the wine-knowledge tea was still somewhat useful. After sitting for a while, I got better, and I asked Niqiong expressively: "What were you talking about with that one just now?" Niqiong glanced at Raba, and said, "Talk about Tibetan culture and traditional things. Foreigners are very interested in these things. It's a pity that many young people have forgotten their ancestors."

It's a little too strange that the foreign devils actually came in to talk to Niqiong about Tibetan culture?There are so many Tibetans outside, and he didn't look for them everywhere, so he came in to look for us?Thinking of this, my mind, which finally woke up, was a little confused again.I didn't think of a reason for a long time, so I simply didn't think about it. After a while, everyone's drunkenness subsided a little, and Laba clamored to go back quickly, always saying that he was not at ease.In fact, meeting that young European man over and over again made me feel uneasy.Raba said go back, I thought that at least I would be more at ease in his house, so I quickly echoed and said go back.Naturally, Cisong tried hard to persuade us to stay here, saying that we would stay here and invite us to watch a Tibetan opera tomorrow.He also said that it was very difficult to hire artists who sang Tibetan opera, no matter how good the performance was.

No one is interested in Tibetan opera, because there are more important things to go back and discuss.So after being polite with Cisong, we headed back home. The parking lot in Cisong's Tibetan restaurant is still a little away from the restaurant, so Xu Zhiwu went to drive first, and we stood by the door waiting for him to come.While waiting for him, a girl in her twenties wearing a very traditional Tibetan robe walked towards us—no, she walked straight towards me. She was ordinary in appearance, but her voice was very pleasant, "Excuse me. Is it Luo Lian?" She bowed her head and asked me very politely in fluent Mandarin.

"Excuse me... are you..." I was taken aback by her very traditional Tibetan rules.There is an old Tibetan rule that when a male guest comes to the house, the female generation can only lower their heads, and their eyes can only reach the waist of the guest.This girl is pretty much the same.I couldn't figure out where she came from, so I hesitated for a while before returning to her. "Me?" The girl said with a respectful face, "I'm your friend's... person." When she said this, she hesitated for a while, as if she was considering how to introduce her identity more appropriately, and she paused briefly After a while, she said again, "She asked me to bring you a word."

I'm even more confused, who is my friend?What does it mean?Give me a message? "Can I take a step to talk?" I was a little distracted, she said this twice before I heard it. "Yes." I said. "Then please." She bowed slightly politely and made a gesture of please.I'm not used to others being so polite, not to mention that the other party is a girl, and I kept telling her to go ahead. "No, you belong to my master..." Before she could speak, she seemed to realize that she had slipped her tongue, and quickly changed her words, "You are our honorable friend, so naturally you should be treated with courtesy." I really couldn't stand being so polite, so I didn't want to be wordy anymore, so I walked away.She respectfully followed behind. After walking a few steps, it is estimated that Niqiong and the others could not hear our conversation.I asked her, "Which friend of mine would you like to call me? What's his name?" "Please don't take it as a word." Still bowing and bowing her head, she said, "Her name is not something we can say casually. So please forgive me for not telling you her name. But if she asks me to bring it, I will It must be conveyed to you verbatim." I'm even more depressed, where did this come from?Why is it exactly the same as the plot written in the old novel? "What?" Seeing that she was really unwilling to name the person who claimed to be my friend, I had no choice but to ask. "Our public... No, your friend asked me to tell you. Please return to your own post and don't interfere with anything, otherwise it will bring you endless troubles and disasters." She said in a low voice Turning my head, I couldn't see her face clearly. "How do you say that?" I was completely confused, "You mean to tell me to leave Raba's affairs alone?" "No, it's not Laba. Don't worry about the gold eyes and silver beads. Gold eyes and silver beads are ominous things." After she finished speaking, she paused and said, "That's all for now. Well—that's the exact words." "I...I..." I didn't know what to say. "The message I brought has arrived. I still have to prepare for tomorrow's Tibetan opera..." she said, "Leave first." I was taken aback for a moment, why did he speak so elegantly that he was as ancient as Niqiong!I wanted to ask a few more questions, but the girl had already bowed her head and backed away.She behaved exactly like a servant from a big old family, humble and polite, loyal to her master.What age is it, there are still such rules, and the person who brought me the message, who is the expert, I don’t know what it means to be so pretending to be a ghost, and he doesn’t show up, so he has to find someone to bring the message to show his mystery what!I complained for a while, completely unaware that I forgot to ask the girl's name. Xu Zhiwu's car drove over quickly, so I had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​asking the girl for clarification, and went back with everyone. In the car, Lao Li asked Niqiong: "That foreigner can talk to you in Tibetan, it's really amazing." He was taking the initiative to introduce the topic to the young European. Niqiong smiled unnaturally: "That's nothing, there are more capable people now. You can see that Laba said that he can speak the languages ​​of many countries." This man kicked the ball towards Xu Zhiwu calmly. . Xu Zhiwu took the call while driving: "I can't speak many languages! You don't even know the most basic Tibetan language!" Niqiong laughed and stopped talking. I always felt that the European didn't just come to talk about traditional Tibetan culture, his appearance was really a coincidence that couldn't be more coincidental.