Wow, what a lively bonfire party! It seems we are at the right place! "When Fang Wenxin saw the blazing bonfire in front of her and a large group of young men and women singing and laughing, her mood was immediately lifted.
"Haha, tonight's bonfire party is held by a prestigious noble family in Lhasa City. Most of the young men and women here are of good status. You will definitely not be disappointed if you come!" The Tibetan uncle heard Fang Wenxin excitedly The caller explained with a smile.
"Ah?... It was organized by aristocrats? Are there any aristocrats in our country?" Fang Wenxin was a little surprised when she heard this.
"Of course, this kind of thing only happens here. You know, Tibetan areas were still a serfdom society a few decades ago. If we hadn't liberated this place, the working people here might not even be as good as livestock. , How can we live such a free and stable life like now! Uncle, am I right?" Seeing Fang Wen's surprise, Xiang Hui explained quite proudly, and finally turned to consult the Tibetan uncle beside him.
When the Tibetan uncle heard what Xiang Hui said, he smiled awkwardly, but did not respond.
"That's just right. I want to see what these so-called nobles look like and see what makes them so powerful and valuable?" Fang Wenxin was still surprised just now, but in an instant she became a little indignant. , but there was still a look of interest on his face.
While talking, the five people came to the campfire, and under the special arrangement of the Tibetan uncle, Fang Wenxin and others sat in a place not far from Dazhen and Zhamu. Then the Tibetan uncle, led by a servant, walked to the other side and sat down with the elders.
Not long after Fang Wenxin and Zhou Zichen sat down, they attracted the attention of some young Tibetan men and women nearby.
Because they have fair and delicate faces, gentle and sweet smiles, and are dressed like Tibetan girls, many people mistakenly thought that they were also Tibetan, and some Tibetan boys were very attracted to them. stand up.
When the young men and women on the dance floor finished their tap dance with a cheer, more Tibetan boys and girls sat back down in their seats with excitement, and quickly noticed the new arrival. Three people.
After Dazhen and Zhamu sat down side by side, they also paid attention to Fang Wenxin.
"Huh? Who are the guests over there? How come I've never seen them before? And why is there a Han man there?" Dazhen's face sank and she asked a Tibetan girl beside her in a deep voice.
"Uncle Tsona brought them here, but those two sisters are so beautiful, many people will like them! And the Han man is also very handsome!"
Because the girl in question had not gone to dance just now, she saw what happened clearly. At this moment, a pair of big and smart eyes kept scanning back and forth on Fang Wenxin, Zhou Zichen and Xiang Hui. Her expression was actually Unable to hide the envy and love.
But the girl's unintentional words and cheerful expression suddenly became what made Da Zhen unhappy. You must know that before these people appeared, she was the most shining pearl here. But now two beautiful and extraordinary girls appeared at once. How could she not be jealous or worried?
Liu frowned slightly, and Da Zhen turned around and saw Zha Mu, whose eyes were shining next to her.
At this moment, Zhamu, like many Tibetan boys, stared blankly at the two girls without blinking. This kind of situation was something Da Zhen had never seen in Zhamu.
Da Zhen's heart trembled suddenly, thinking that the circle dance would start soon, and a sense of crisis arose spontaneously. However, this Da Zhen was a smart person, and he soon came up with a plan.
"Ouch! My feet..."
Da Zhen suddenly let out a painful groan in Zhamu's ear, and actually stretched out a delicate foot from under the skirt and started to knead it gently.
Zhamu heard Da Zhen's coquettish cry in his ears. He looked away in surprise, looked down at Da Zhen's twisted pretty feet and asked with concern: "What's wrong with your feet?"
"Ouch... maybe I sprained my foot while dancing just now!" Da Zhen saw Zha Mu being attracted to her, and her cooing made her look even more painful.
"Is it serious?" Zhamu stretched out one hand to help Da Zhen knead it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he felt it was inappropriate and retracted it.
"Well...it's not too serious...but I can't do the circle dance after the party. Can you, can you stay with me?" Da Zhen replied intermittently and sadly, with a look of hope on her face. He sincerely hopes that Zhamu will always be by his side.
Having never seen Da Zhen look so fragile, Zhamu, who had always had a strong heart, couldn't help but nodded softly in his heart and agreed.
Until then, Da Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and kept looking for topics to chat with Zhamu, trying to keep his attention on herself.
After a few minutes of rest, the drum music leading the circle dance finally started. Although Fang Wenxin and Zhou Zichen had never danced like this before, they were still pulled to the middle of the field by many young Tibetan people, including Watuo, the son of a Tibetan uncle. Even Xiang Hui was pulled out by two Tibetan girls.
Circle dance is a group dance that has been popular among Tibetans for nearly a thousand years. Since the dance is not limited to the number of people or the time, you can join in at any time and sing and dance with everyone at any time.
But at this time, Da Zhen seemed anxious because of the openness of this dance. Her eyes kept switching back and forth between Fang Wenxin, Zhou Zichen and Zhamu on the dance floor, for fear that Zhamu would not be able to sit still. Just join in.
It turned out that when the two goddesses were pulled to the venue by a group of young Tibetan men and women, they quickly adapted to this kind of group dance with no limit on the number of people. After following the crowd for a few simple rounds of kicking, stomping and swinging their arms, the two goddesses gradually mastered the rhythm and skills of this dance.
Although the two goddesses are not decorated with luxurious ornaments, their naturally beautiful skin color and pretty appearance are definitely not comparable to girls who grew up in the plateau area.
This is a distinction between natural water and soil conditions, which cannot be changed by human power. Even if Dazhen has a noble bloodline and superior living conditions, it cannot be compared.
And now, after Fang Wenxin and Zhou Zichen have mastered the rhythm and skills of this group dance, they are like two shining pearls on the court, constantly shining in the eyes of many Tibetan young men and women inside and outside the court, becoming A treasure that makes them excited and enthusiastic.
The cheers on the dance floor are getting louder and louder, and the dance steps are getting more and more intense. All of this has already made Zhamu sitting in the audience unable to turn his eyes away and his heart is racing.
Especially when Zhamu saw the two pearls on the dance floor and interacted with other Tibetan men, holding hands and supporting their waists, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and his body was trembling slightly as he was about to get up and jump in. .
"Brother Zhamu, please accept this..."
Seeing that Zhamu next to him was completely confused by the two "witches" on the field, and was about to walk onto the field uncontrollably, Dazhen bit his silver teeth, immediately took off one of his bracelets and Passed it to Zhamu.
But at this time, Zhamu's mind was completely focused on the two charming goddesses in the dance hall. Zhamu didn't understand Dazhen's sudden words at all, and he didn't even listen.
As soon as his legs kicked down, he suddenly stood up, and raised his legs to insert into Fang Wenxin, who was six meters away and was slowly turning in a circle dance.
Seeing that Zhamu was about to insert himself into the circle without control, Dazhen stopped pretending to be in pain and stood up immediately.
But at this moment, a servant hurried to Da Zhen and said anxiously: "Dazhen! Your mother suddenly fainted and is now in the tent!"
"What?...What happened?" Da Zhen was shocked when he heard this, grabbed Zhamu's arm and asked.
When the servant repeated what he just said, Da Zhen hurriedly ran towards the white tent together with Zhamu who had come back to his senses.
