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I studied at the university outside Xizhimen in Beijing, just one stop from the Minzu College.
At that time, there were dance parties on campus every weekend, but I liked bungee jumping and didn't like ballroom dancing.
At our school's dance party, a dozen dance pieces will be inserted when they are put down; the Nationalities College is just the opposite - several Di songs will be inserted when several dance pieces are put down, probably because there are more ethnic minority college students.
So on weekends, I always go to the Nationalities College to jump around, and I get to know the Tibetan girl Karma.
This is my story with her.
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You know, chatting in a disco is actually "roaring", and it depends on yelling.
Karma put his mouth on my ear and shouted: Have you ever been to our Tibet?
I put my mouth on Karma's ear again and yelled: I've been there once, sketch!
Garm Roar: Sketching? What is Sketching?
I yelled: It's painting!
Karma's eyes lit up a little: You can draw?
I nodded: this is what I learned!
Karma shouted: Are we Beautiful in Tibet?
I yelled: How beautiful!
Karma put his mouth on my ear and yelled: Is there any beauty in me?
I yelled in my throat: There's a fight!
Karma is a little dizzy: spelling? What to spell?
I laughed and shouted: You are as beautiful as Tibet!
Karma smiled happily.
I love this kind of "roaring heaven" because when Karma puts her mouth on my ear and roars, the breath she spits out will tickle the root of my ear; sometimes her lips will rub against my ear...
I need to endure that kind of itch, otherwise it's really itchy.
But after the itch, I still want to itch again.
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It was almost winter vacation, and Karma said to me: I'm going home, Lao Fei, follow me to Tibet!
I said: No, I promised my mother, this winter vacation honestly go home for the New Year, she will arrange a blind date for me.
Karma is a little dizzy: blind date? blind date...... Is it just to find you a girlfriend?
I nodded: That's right.
Karma was in a hurry: You stupid yak, I want to take you home to see my Abba!
Silly Yak suppressed his laughter and pretended not to understand: See what your Abba is doing? You Abba are not short of yaks!
Karma kicked me hard: Go or not? Are you going?
That's the difference between Karma and the girls around me — she doesn't bend over backwards, she doesn't even say the opposite, she says whatever she thinks, she says what she thinks.
I nodded vigorously: Go, of course go!
Karma smiled and showed his white teeth: You stupid yak, you are not afraid that my Abba will stew you and eat it!
I also laughed: small life matters, then I still don't go!
Karma finally understood that I had been teasing her all along, and she smiled and squeezed her nose: You stupid yak!
That's Karma's mantra when he talks to me, and I love hearing her say that.
When Karma said this, his eyes were like Namoko at the bottom of the Ningjin Anti-Sand Snow Mountain.
It is one of the three holy lakes in Tibet, with clear blue water.
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On Barkhor Street in Lhasa, Karma took me to a Tibetan restaurant.
Karma said to the Tibetan girl in the restaurant: Gongzhu Del... Suddenly!
I only understood the "good evening" at the beginning and the "thank you" at the end, which is still a little bit of Tibetan that Karma taught me to learn. In the middle, the two girls grunted in Tibetan for half a day, laughing while chatting; when they laughed, the Tibetan girl glanced at me several times, and then covered her mouth and laughed even harder.
It's not fair!
When the Tibetan girl turned and left, I grabbed Karma's hand: Honestly, what did you tell her about me?
Karma tilted his head and thought about it, laughing as he thought, and the tears were about to burst out.
Then Karma looked at me like a fool and said, "I didn't say anything, I just told her that I brought back a stupid yak from the field and wanted to eat your yak!"
After eating a few bites of yak, Karma suddenly put down his knife and said: You are such a stupid yak!
When I looked up, I saw that Karma's expression was a little different from the usual mantra.
Karma said in a low voice: In our Tibet, when eating, you can't turn the knife to others, that is very impolite, maybe you will be scolded! When cutting meat, the knife edge should be pointed at myself like I did. If you put the knife edge at my Abba, Abba will really stew and eat your stupid yak!
I remembered it and apologized while learning from her.
As He taught me, Karma said seriously: Don't tell me I'm sorry, you're pointing your knife at me, I don't care. You just cut me with a knife, and I don't care.
I stopped my learning and looked at Karma in a daze.
Karma smiled: "You look at me like this, but you are really a stupid yak!"
I was still staring blankly at Karma.
Karma laughed: "Or should I call everyone in the restaurant and ask them all to come and see the stupid yak?"
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Occasionally, the Tibetan New Year and the Spring Festival will be the same day, but the Spring Festival of that year is before and the Tibetan New Year is after.
Karma said: First spend your year in Lhasa, and then go to Gongbujonda to spend my year.
Chinese New Year's Eve night I called my mother, and my mother was very happy - in fact, my mother would be happy to hear the three words "girlfriend", and she didn't care about the woman's tall, fat, thin, meat and vegetarian!
After the conversation I tucked the phone into Karma.
Caught off guard, Karma nervously pointed to the phone and then to his nose, his mouth open, but he didn't know what to say.
I whispered: Say whatever you want.
Karma said to the phone: Auntie, Lobsalsan (Happy New Year)! My name is Karma, and I'm celebrating the New Year with silly yak...
I could imagine my mother's expression on the other end of the phone.
I was on the verge of laughing like crazy.
Hanging up the phone, Karma grabbed my ear: Laughing at what? What are you laughing at?
I said, "I laugh at what my mom owes you!"
Karma didn't understand.
I said: You call my mother "Auntie", according to the rules of my hometown, my mother will have to wrap you a big red envelope!
Karma asked seriously: In the future, I will have to call your mother "A-Ma", and will there be a red envelope every time?
I froze.
Karma stared at me and smiled: Silly yak! You've been in Lhasa for a few days, and you've been a stupid yak every day!
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="91" > written at the end:</h1>
The most memorable story about the "silly yak" is finished.
We didn't come to fruition in the end, not because Karma's Abba "stewed and ate this stupid yak"; in fact, Karma's Abba liked me, after all, in the Tibetan New Year at Gongbu Jangdagam's house, the knife edge of my meat was always directed at myself.
I sang and danced with the Karma family, and Karma's Abba got me drunk—because you couldn't sing him, and you couldn't drink him.
The reason is actually similar to the end result of most college romances.
In her junior year, Karma went to Switzerland to study, where she had an uncle.
Different spaces coupled with the dilution of time, the sea that two people have saved, the stone that two people have built up, can still wither and rot after all.
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