It was supposed to be autumn in the capital, but in Qinghai, a cold wind had already started to blow.
Qin Guan followed the tradition and stood in front of the camera. He was wearing a military coat that could resist the wind.
A shabby pickup truck with a bucket came from afar. This was a village bus between the villages on the plateau. The back of the truck was filled with Tibetans who rarely went out.
As a reporter, Qin Guan saw a battle of wits and courage between the voluntary guards and the smugglers for the first time.
Who would have thought that there would be thousands of dollars worth of Tibetan antelope wool sewn into the ragged cotton-padded jacket?
The driver's clothes were taken off. Qin Guan wiped his dark, weather-beaten face and asked sadly, "What should we do with these people?"
"Let them go..."
"Why?"
"Too many people smuggle goods for poachers. This time, it was a bus driver. Next time, it might be a wandering doctor. We can't catch them all."
Only a sigh and his tall figure were left on the screen.
The sky he was facing was so blue, but it even more reflected the filth that belonged to humans under the heavens.
"Good! First scene! End! "
At Lu Chuan's command, the simple opening ceremony ended smoothly.
The guide, who was also a member of the forest protection team and also one of the directors, started to give instructions.
"Go to the Unfrozen Spring Protection Station and Chanel Lake. Then you will reach the Chumar River..."
The director nodded. Qin Guan took the opportunity to chat with the real heroes behind the scenes.
Because these people were the true guardians of the Tibetan antelope, they were prepared to use the high remuneration they received from filming to add more equipment to their protection base.
"Are there permanent guards at the protection station? Here? "
"Yes, a protection station is understaffed. There's only one person, but even if it's just one person, the poachers won't dare to come."
"How often do you change your post?"
"Never. That person has been there alone for three years …"
In an instant, the carriage fell silent. Only the squeaking of the broken jeep could be heard. The sky seemed to have become purer.
It turned out that humans were kind.
They had to travel day and night. The monotonous scenery made them sleepy. When they reached their final destination, Qin Guan woke up immediately.
The Chumar River was a winding freshwater river in the no man's land. It was an important scene of a poaching and anti-poaching film.
While the director and the logistics staff were busy setting up the equipment, the experienced hands had already lit up the bonfire that they had prepared.
In the no man's land, no matter where they stayed for a long time, there would always be a bonfire.
Qin Guan put on his white hat and held a seagull camera in his hand. He looked even more handsome among the rough actors.
The next scene to be filmed was a simple yet difficult scene, the pursuit of a criminal. It was easy because the plot was so simple. All they had to do was run across the shallow Chumar River to the other side and pin the poacher down on the spot.
It was difficult because they had to use all their strength to take off their pants in the cold wind, wade through the cold river, and hold the enemy down while being drenched. This was an unimaginably difficult task.
"Let's give it a try." Lu Chuan sighed. He turned to the Tibetans and Qin Guan, who were ready.
"Run!"
With a single order, the fiercest northwest warriors who had rushed down from the small slope rushed to the riverbank with unwavering courage.
Not to be outdone, Qin Guan followed them closely, trying to learn their every word and action.
"Take off your pants! Cross the river! "
They took off their pants in unison, including Qin Guan.
All that was left in the camera was a pair of long, white legs and countless pairs of large underpants running around.
"Hualala …"
Damn it! Qin Guan knew he had been tricked as soon as he entered the water. The temperature was only a few degrees, but it was freezing. Qin Guan's face twitched.
Huff, huff … My lungs are about to explode …
The other side of the river was less than his thighs, and the farthest was no more than 30 to 40 meters away. It seemed so far away.
When they finally reached the other side of the river, before they could even catch their breath, they heard Lu Chuan announce the death of the director.
"Increase the density of the people. This time, some people's cameras are blocked. Let's do it again …"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
It was just a three-minute run across the river, a total of 33 round trips …
When the camera closed, Qin Guan, who had lost all feeling in his cold legs, was lying on the beach in the Gobi Desert.
He had never felt so warm under the sun. Qin Guan didn't care about the dust on the ground. He just felt hot under his feet.
Friends who had fought together were the most reliable. Qin Guan, who had been regarded as a toy boy by the Tibetan men, had finally become one of them.
"Young man, you are not a coward!"
"Of course! I have never been a coward!"
"Really? Get up and learn this! "
The crowd stood up one after another, surrounding this outsider with white legs and dancing the Tibetan people's favorite celebratory dance.
"I praise you ~ ~ Beautiful White Tower ~ ~ Ah la ya, the center ~ ~ Beautiful White Tower …"
That kind of primitive, wild, unadorned voice was shouted out in the most heroic manner from the throats of these northwestern men.
"I praise you, ~ ~ beautiful white tower ~ ~"
Lying on the ground, Qin Guan watched as they waved their arms and underwear, which they had forgotten to put on. He felt both pain and pleasure.
He could only use the same roar, singing the same song that belonged to these Tibetan lads. Qi sank into his Dantian, gushed out, a kind of emotion called burst forth, spreading in the vast and empty desert.
It was great to come to Kekexili and gain unexpected friendships and recognition.
In the remaining days, I didn't know if it was because the life in the city had worn away all of our tenacity. Out of the 100 members that accompanied us, half of them collapsed one after another.
Pneumonia, emphysema, fever, and lack of oxygen made the enthusiastic crew start to have deserters.
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