Text Volume 630 Left Underpants~ Happy 31st Birthday to Guangzai

Originally in the capital, it was the season of high and refreshing autumn, but in Qinghai, the cold wind had suddenly picked up.

Qin Guan followed the tradition here, wrapped up with them the most wind-resistant military supplies...military coat, and stood in front of the camera that had already started shooting.

A broken pickup truck with a bucket came from a distance. This is a country bus between villages on the plateau. The back of the vehicle is full of Tibetans who seldom go out once.

As an accompanying reporter, Qin Guan saw for the first time the battle of wits between the volunteer guards and those who smuggled contraband.

Who would have thought that the tattered padded jacket would be sewn with Tibetan antelope fleece worth thousands of dollars per catty.

The driver's clothes were stripped off, and Qin Guan who was on the side wiped his dull and weather-beaten face that had been treated by a makeup artist, and asked heartbroken, "How do you deal with these people?"

"Let go..."

"Why?"

"There are too many ordinary people who smuggle goods for poachers. This time it is the bus driver pulling people, and next time it may be the wandering doctor who walks through the villages...I can't catch them."

In the camera, there is only a sigh and a sad figure of Qin Guan's tall back.

The sky he faced was so blue, but it further reflected the filth of human beings under the sun.

"Okay! First shot! Over!"

With director Lu Chuan's order, this most simple opening ended smoothly.

The guide on the side, who is also a member of the forest ranger team, is also a member of the director's role, so he opened the words of his command.

"Pass past the Budongquan Protection Station, pass through Table Nell Lake, and you will be able to reach the Chumar River..."

With frequent nods from the crew leader, Qin Guan, who was already sitting in the moving car, took the opportunity to chat with these real heroes behind the scenes.

Because these people are the real guardians of Tibetan antelopes, they plan to use the high salary they get from filming to add more equipment to their protection base.

"Hey, does the protection station also have permanent staff? Here?"

"Well, there is not enough manpower for a protection station. There is only one person, but even if there is only one person, poachers dare not come here."

"So how often do you change jobs?"

"It hasn't been changed, that person has been there for three years..."

In the momentary quiet carriage, only the creaking of the broken jeep on the Gobi Desert can be heard, and the sky seems to be a little more pure.

It turns out that people are also kind...

The rest is day and night driving, the same scenery, so monotonous that people just want to fall asleep, but when they see the final destination, Qin Guan in the car wakes up instantly.

The Chumar River, meandering through the Danshui River in the no-man's land, is an important filming scene of a round-up of poaching and anti-poaching.

Years of veterans, while the director and the logistics staff were still busy setting up the equipment, they had already lit a prepared bonfire.

In this no-man's land, no matter where you stay for a longer time, there must be fire.

Putting on the reporter's white hat and holding a seagull camera in his hand, Qin Guan was even more handsome against the rough actors.

The next thing to shoot is a simple and difficult scene, chasing the prisoner. It is simple because its plot is really simple. Just run across the shallow Chumar River to the opposite bank and hold the poacher on the spot. .

It is difficult because on this high-altitude plateau, I exhausted my whole body, took off my pants in the low temperature wind, waded through the icy river water, and pressed the enemy under the condition of being wet. It is an unimaginable difficulty to live.

Try it, Lu Chuan sighed, and opened the words of the official start to the Tibetans and Qin Guan who were ready.

"run!"

With an order, the most stalwart Northwest fighters who rushed down from the small slope rushed to the river bank with courage without hesitation.

Not to be outdone, Qin Guan followed closely behind, secretly studying their words and deeds with his eyes.

"Take off your pants! Cross the river!"

Forbidden by orders, they all took off their pants, including Qin Guan.

Only the long white legs and countless big pants are left in the camera.

'Wow...'

Oh mom! As soon as Qin Guan entered the water, he knew that he was trapped. The water temperature was only a few degrees, and it was icy cold. Qin Guan, who rushed forward with the large army, only twitched!

'Whew, wheeze' the alveoli are about to explode...

The other side of the river, the deepest not reaching the thigh, and the farthest not more than 30 to 40 meters, seemed so out of reach for Qin Guan at this time.

When they finally reached the other side with their legs filled with lead, they heard Director Lu Chuan's mourning before they could catch their breath.

"The density between people is increased. This time, some people's shots are blocked. Let's do it again..."

'huchi' 'huchi'

It's just a wading across the river, a three-minute run, a total of 33 back and forth...

When the black lens cover came down under the attention of everyone, the cold and unconscious Qin Guan, with his big white legs exposed, plopped down on his back on the Gobi beach.

He had never felt so warm under the sun's rays. He didn't care about the dusty ground, he only felt that the ground under his legs was so hot.

The friendship that has been fought together is the most reliable. This Qin Guan, who was regarded as a little boy by their Tibetan men, was officially accepted as one of them at this time and here.

"Young man, Huchi... Huchi... Not so bad..."

"That's me, Qin Guan, who has never been cowardly..."

"Really? Then you get up and learn this now?"

The crowd got up one by one and danced their Tibetan favorite celebration dance around this outsider with old and pale legs.

"I praise you, the beautiful White Tower~ Ah La, the center, the beautiful White Tower..."

That original, unmodified wild voice shouted out in the most heroic way from the throats of these Northwestern men.

"I praise you, beautiful White Tower"

Qin Guan, who was lying on the ground, watched their waving arms, and the pants they forgot to put on, waving vigorously above his head... Painful and happy.

He could only use the same roar to sing the same song that belonged exclusively to these Tibetan boys, his breath sinking in his dantian, gushing out, a kind of emotion called bursting, came from such an empty desert.

It's great to come to Hoh Xil and gain unexpected friendship and recognition.

In the remaining days, I don’t know if it’s the life in the city that has wiped out all our tenacity. The more than 100 members who accompanied us fell down one after another.

Pneumonia, emphysema, fever, and lack of oxygen made the crew, who came here full of enthusiasm, start deserting. (To be continued.)