Compared with the scenic National Highway 318, the traffic flow on the Qinghai-Tibet Line with more complex road conditions is much less. Most of the people passing by are large trucks, and there are not so many hikers who drive and ride, especially after reaching National Highway 109, there are fewer cars and people.

There is a line that is very sing, crossing mountains, rivers and seas, and passing through crowds, describing the mood of a traveler, but it is not appropriate to use this line on National Highway 109 of Qinghai and Tibet Line. There are not many lakes when entering this section of National Highway Houhai. There are several lakes, and the mountains are one after another. Many peaks are covered with snow all year round, so the crowd naturally does not exist. As the entry of the national highway line gets closer to the Tibetan area, the altitude gradually increases, the situation of altitude is very unbearable.

Kong Liang has been traveling to Qinghai and Tibet to collect herbs all year round and adapted to the environment here, but after Chen Sansui and Wang Jingzhe entered 109, their faces began to turn a little white and their breathing became rapid. They didn't even smoke much, so they tried to reduce the amount of activity. Unfortunately, when they passed by the gas station, they bought a few cans of pure oxygen for later use. When they were a little sad, they quickly took a few puffs and took a few breaths to relieve.

Driving in this kind of road condition is undoubtedly a great pain. A straight road is lined with endless plateaus and peaks. After watching it for a long time, people will feel visually tired. In addition to the big straight road, there are winding winding roads, which will make people feel irritable when they are tense.

Chen Sansui seemed to have a sign of mental disorder along the way. She often talked to herself when she was driving. At first, Wang Jingzhe didn't care too much, but later she saw him muttering too much, so she listened carefully for a while, and then she was confused. What Chen Sansui said was basically what she said.

'I met someone wrong' "Wang Jingzhe, you are so cheating."

"I'm so anxious, I'll go to the bottom of the cliff with people and cars to relax."

At first, Wang Jingzhe planned to say a few words to him after hearing this, but later he saw Chen Sansui's dull eyes and the corners of his saliva mouth thinking about it. He had caught up with Wu Lao Er next to him who had a stroke. It was really hard to drive a car for such a long time. After all, he was a casual person, so he might as well accept it.

This is a week after they left Qinghai Lake. The road was not very urgent and the drive was slow. The main reason was that if Kong Liang heard from him that there was no area where he collected herbs, they would temporarily stop.

It was originally about three days away, and they had to drive for about half a month, so they were basically delayed in finding herbs, but after every divination, the answer was obvious, and the dragon bone grass was completely gone.

On the tenth day after entering National Highway 109, we arrived at the middle section of National Highway 109 in the evening, which is also the eastern area of ​​the Kekexili Unmanned Zone. This is the unmanned area known as the third pole of the world. Basically, only Tibetan antelope, wild yaks, wild donkeys and other creatures can be seen, and people are almost rarely seen.

However, their location is about to leave the eastern section of Kekexili. There are still Tibetan villages a hundred kilometers ahead, otherwise Kong Liang said that it is definitely not suitable to stay here overnight. The Kekexili at night is full of too many unknowns.

In the evening, Road Cruiser stopped at the side of the road and started camping.

For about ten days after entering the Qinghai-Tibet Line, the three of them were basically spending the night. Chen Sansui and Wang Jingzhe slept in a tent, and Kong Liang opened the trunk of the Road Cruiser and put down the seat and slept in the car.

Sleeping in the open and open space is probably the most authentic portrayal of their life during this period.

A bonfire was fired next to the car. Wang Jingzhe, Chen Sansui and Kong Liang surrounded the fire, with half-burned hot water on it, some air-dried beef strips in the noodles, and one of them was holding a bottle of high-altitude white wine. Kong Liang said that the air pressure on the plateau at night was low and the temperature was even lower. Drinking and eating meat before going to bed every night can keep the cold and sleep better. Otherwise, if you can't sleep well, you will be a torment on your way the next day.

This is his experience of walking on the plateau and snowy areas all year round. Fortunately, he brought Kong Liang, a foreign aid, out. If it were only Wang Jingzhe and Chen Sansui, both of them might have died on the Qinghai-Tibet line. This is not an exaggeration. The environment here is too hard to be under the plateau.

"Brother Wang, I heard that after living on the plateau for a long time, people's faces will grow red on both sides. Come on, look at my white and tender skin, is it red?" Chen Sansui asked with a worried look on her cheeks.

"Pa" Wang Jingzhe stretched out his two fingers and twisted his face, saying, "Come here, I'll take a look."

"Don't make trouble, I'm telling you serious things. Why do I feel that both sides of my face are always a little hot these days..."

After eating a bowl of homemade beef noodles and drinking the wine, Wang Jingzhe and Chen Sansui got into the tent to sleep, and Kong Liang went to the car.

Not long after, the three of them fell asleep quickly under the influence of alcohol. Until dawn the next day, Wang Jingzhe was suddenly awakened by a low voice lingering in his ears. He opened his eyes in a daze, crawled out of the tent, stood on the plateau where the afterglow had just fallen, looked at him, and woke up with a string of chanting Buddha sounds.

Not long after, a team appeared on the horizon of the plateau. From far to near, he saw clearly that there were four lamas in front of the team, wearing purple-red monk skirts, with feet all the way, a vest on the upper body, and a purple-red robe with two and a half times the length on the outside, also called a cassock. They held the wheel in one hand and sang "ouummanibemeihom" in a low voice.

Behind the four lamas, someone was carrying a shelf of rattan woven rattan, and there was a monk wearing a yellow cassock sitting on it. However, the monk kept hanging his head and tilting his body, and did not move. At the end of the team were Tibetans holding Hada in their hands. As they were closer, Wang Jingzhe saw clearly that the monk on the shelf was dead and a corpse.

"What's wrong?" Chen Sansui asked when she came out and stood behind him.

Wang Jingzhe said softly: "There should be a lama who passed away..."

The funeral procession soon passed by the tent and walked northwest. The lamas looked haggard and covered in dust.

When the team passed by Wang Jingzhe, he frowned slightly, looked at the carriage of the lama. Suddenly, his legs were bent and he knelt down unexpectedly, and then he respectfully gave a big gift to the lama's body. After getting up, he clasped his hands together and nodded respectfully to the funeral team.

Someone from the four lamas walking in front of the team bowed to him, and continued to walk forward without stopping.
Chapter completed!