Xu Nanheng was still 1000 kilometers away from Lhasa.

He grew increasingly agitated as he drove. When he disembarked for a smoke he found that he had no lighter in his pocket.

Just as he was about to kick his car’s tire out of frustration, a man flicked a flint wheel, a small flame jumping out, placed at the end of his cigarette.

Under the night stars, this was the only face that Xu Nanheng had found agreeable in many months.

“Are you heading to Lhasa?” Fang Shiyou asked, “Can you bring me along? My car broke down, name your price.”

Xu Nanheng narrowed his eyes: “Five hundred.”

Fang Shiyou: “You’re a kindhearted man.”

……Damn it, asked for too little.

·

Xu Nanheng was teaching in Southern Tibet for a year.

The young master who came from the capital city had never seen a sky this beautiful before. He especially enjoyed the evening stars over the blue horizon, near the lakes of the Southern Tibetan plateau, at dusk when the sky had not quite fully darkened yet.

Xu-laoshi was tall and handsome, holding teaching materials, standing there with his head raised, watching the stars. The skies were clear, and the milky way gently rippled.

Fang Shiyou, a fair distance away, had both eyes glued on him with a burning gaze.

Fang Shiyou thought this was probably exactly the peerlessness of a young master.

In reality, as Xu-laoshi raised his head to gaze at the stars, he also wanted to sigh and share some sort of poetic verse.

Unfortunately, he was a math teacher, and his literature foundation was as thin as paper. He simply faintly said: “Aiyo, my neck.”

Fang Shiyou: .

· The night stars of the Southern Tibetan plateau will sleep, drifting with the wind ·

Volunteer teacher (shou) / Tibet support doctor (gong)

# Occasionally bickering, frequently kissing #

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