Fu Yanghe couldn't calm down for a long time, so when Xiao Tang talked to him, he felt a little confused.

"What?" he asked.

Xiao Tang looked at his flushed face and turned his head to look at Ban Jue Gongbu next to him. The crowd had already spread out, so Xiao Tang pulled Fu Yanghe to his side and said, "I'll ask you if you still see it, are you going back?"

"Sit for a while," said Fu Yanghe, "sit for a while."

As he said that, he sat down cross-legged and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Huang Jingchen and the others also sat down. Sun Lei said: "They danced so well."

"This Reba dance is really hard to dance without some boy skills. It's quite difficult," said Huang Jingchen. "Especially the male lead dancer, he danced so well. I look a little familiar, and I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"You didn't see it?" Xiao Tang smiled and touched Fu Yanghe with his elbow. Fu Yanghe asked, "What?"

"Why are you tracing in a daze again... Do you know who the man who led the dance just now?"

"who?"

Xiao Tang said proudly: "It's the young man who got the second horse racing!"

"Oh oh oh yes, it's him. I said why I looked familiar. I didn't recognize him after changing his clothes." Huang Jingchen said as he turned around and went to see the young Tibetan man, "He is so powerful, so good at racing horses and so good at dancing."

"You just recognize men accurately." Fu Yanghe glanced at Xiao Tang.

Xiao Tang laughed twice and said, "Do you want to know him? I'll call him."

As he said that, he got up and went to hook up with the young man. But Fu Yanghe's eyes looked forward, Banjue Gongbu was standing in the dark and smoking, his tall and straight figure blurred in the darkness, and only the flames of cigarettes flickered.

The moonlight is so good, because of the bonfire, it looks dim.

He saw Banjue Gongbu sucking cigarettes and walking towards him, so he quickly retracted his gaze. Xiao Tang had already pulled the Tibetan young man over and said with a smile: "I'll introduce it to you..."

"Monk." Banjuegongbu called out first.

"Do you know each other?" Xiao Tang asked.

"I'll have dinner together at noon," said Banjuegongbu, "You danced well."

Monk smiled, because his face was dark and his teeth turned pale: "I do this."

It turned out that Munch himself was a Reba dance troupe in Chamdo. Today, he came to Saimashan to participate in the mountain circulating meeting. After talking for a while, he realized that their dance troupe is in a very downturn. Fu Yanghe felt sorry for Munch when he heard that Munch had the intention of changing jobs in his words, so he said to Banjuegongbu on the way back: "I met with the people in your performance team last time and felt that those people's qualifications were not as good as Munch. He is from Kangwu Township. If he could find a good salary in his hometown, he would not refuse."

Banjue Gongbuluo was a little absent-minded and asked, "Did you ask me to dig him?"

"His dance is very infectious, and it is a rare talent. Let me teach him that he can become a pillar of your performance team in the future. Moreover, the daily performances are fixed, which is better than his current drought and flood, so he probably won't refuse. Don't waste such a good talent."

Banjuegongbu nodded and said, "I know both his parents, so I will talk to him tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. Ban Juegongbu's face changed as soon as he answered the phone. The more he spoke on the other end of the phone, Ban Juegongbu's face became more ugly. Before he could hang up the phone, Ban Juegongbu ran back. Fu Yanghe thought something big happened, so he quickly followed. Xiao Tang and the others then looked at each other.

They followed into the tent area, one by one, and Fu Yanghe saw Yangjin and Meng Tao from afar. Yangjin also ran over immediately and said a few words to his father Juegongbu. He didn't know what they said. Banjuegongbu walked back, but Yangjin grabbed him, and the brothers and sisters actually started arguing. Yangjin could not hold Banjuegongbu and then took off his hand. Fu Yanghe ran over quickly. Yangjin saw that he seemed to have seen a savior and grabbed him and said, "Teacher Fu, go and hold him quickly, don't let him do anything random!"

Fu Yanghe glanced at Meng Tao who was indifferent next to him and hurriedly chased him. It was darker behind him. There was a bonfire from a distance and there was a few tents. Fu Yanghe ran over with breath and saw two people hugging each other on the hillside in the distance. With the thin moonlight, he saw that the two people were climbing up from the grass, a man and a woman. The man seemed to be quite panicked and called something, but Ban Juegongbu went up and punched him to the ground.

The woman next to her exclaimed, and Fu Yanghe was also startled. But before Banjuegongbu had stopped, he kicked the man again. The man was in pain and cursed, but he was speaking in Tibetan. He couldn't understand, so he ran over and grabbed Banjuegongbu.

Yangjin also ran over and said a few words in panic. Ban Juegongbu replied a few words, but he was also speaking in Tibetan, but his tone was extremely angry. Fu Yanghe couldn't understand, and felt that he had become an outsider for a moment and couldn't figure out what was going on. He only held Ban Juegongbu's arm, not knowing whether he should let go.

But he saw clearly that the person lying on the ground was Yangjin's fiancé, Tseren.

He looked at the woman next to him with a panic look on his face. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, he also figured out a rough idea. It was very likely that Yangjin's fiancé was not honest and brought the girl to Huaqianyue, but Yangjin was caught and raped.

It turns out that this is the scene of catching a rape!

His face darkened, and he immediately let go of Banjuegongbu's arm and stood aside.

Banjue Gongbu lost his scourge and kicked him at Tseren again. Yangjin wanted to go up and stop him, but Meng Tao was stopped and said, "Sister Yangjin, it is not an exaggeration to kill such a heartless man!"

He spoke Chinese, obviously he wanted to listen to it on purpose. Seeing that Xiao Tang and the others were chasing him, Fu Yanghe ran over to stop them. After all, it was a family scandal, and Ban felt that they might not want so many people to surround him.

"What's wrong, why did the fight start?" Xiao Tang asked curiously with his neck stretched out.

"We should not get involved in other people's own family affairs. Let's go back to bed."

Fu Yanghe felt that such a thing was a bit embarrassing. They should not interfere with it. Besides, Ban Jue Gongbu didn't want outsiders to know about this kind of thing.

He took Xiao Tang and the others a few steps, and then said, "Xiao Tang, take them back to the hotel first."

"Okay, you should pay more attention to safety alone." Xiao Tang was not a fool, so he immediately took Huang Jingchen and the others away. Fu Yanghe turned around and saw that Xiao Yang did not move, so he said, "Why don't you leave?"

"At the big night, are you safe alone?"

"I am a man, what's wrong with me? I'll go to Mr. Ban to see. You can go back first."

Xiao Yang left. Fu Yanghe smiled and walked back. Meng Tao had already pulled Banjue Gongbu back, and said while walking, "Forget it, beat him up with blood, and he could also teach him a lesson."

When Banjuegongbu saw Fu Yanghe, his lips moved, and turned to Yangjin and said, "I will go to their house tomorrow to get the wedding off. You go back and rest first."

Meng Tao took Yangjin's arm and said, "Don't worry, I will accompany Yangjin tonight."

Yangjin seemed very embarrassed. He glanced at Fu Yanghe and was pulled away by Meng Tao. When he passed by him, Meng Tao gave him a wink, and Fu Yanghe nodded.

Yangjin and Meng Tao had both walked away, and Fu Yanghe was left standing next to Banjuegongbu in silence. The bonfire not far away shone on their faces, flickering and dark.

"Good," he said, "that Tseren deserves to be beaten."

Banjuegongbu snorted coldly and said, "...I'm going to marry my sister in a few months... It's really not a fucking thing."

Fu Yanghe hated such betrayers the most in his life, so he said, "If I had known that you were beating such a scumbag, I would not have stopped you."

Banjuegongbu looked at him and said nothing. Fu Yanghe said, "Let's go, I see your hands are bleeding."

Ban Juegongbu raised his hand and looked at it. The back of his hand was indeed bleeding. When he beat Ciren just now, a punch hit the stone and broke a piece of skin. Maybe he was so angry that he didn't feel the pain.

But Fu Yanghe suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, raised it and looked carefully. Fu Yanghe's hands were very hot, his fingers were fair and slender, holding the palm of his hand. Ban Jue Gongbu said, "It's okay, a small injury."

Fu Yanghe let go of his hand, and the two of them were silent for a while, but they didn't know who took the first step, so they walked towards the hotel together.

Banjue Gongbu obviously still didn't let go, and his face was always ugly. There was a small pharmacy diagonally opposite the hotel. Fu Yanghe ran in and bought a portion of iodine and a Band-Aid.

When he returned to the hotel room, Fu Yanghe said, "Sit down."

Banjuegongbu sat down, saw him unscrew the lid of the iodine, and reached out and said, "I'll do it myself."

"I'll do it, it's not convenient for your left hand."

As Fu Yanghe said that, he squatted down in front of Banjuegongbu, holding a cotton swab dipped in iodine in one hand and holding Banjuegongbu's wrist with the other. In order to facilitate his application, Banjuegongbu fully extended his palm.

His hands are very beautiful, with long and symmetrical fingers, extremely neatly trimmed nails, full crescent moons, and like his people, his fingers also look slender and powerful. There is a small scar on the lower part of the index finger, and I don’t know which year or month it was left behind.

Fu Yanghe said: "It may be a little painful."

He cleaned the wound as lightly as possible. Ban Juegongbu's hands did not move at all, and there was no tremor. Fu Yanghe couldn't help but look up and saw Ban Juegongbu's deep eyes, reflecting the light, staring at him.

Tibetan men like to stare at people with openness and enthusiasm. Sometimes they are too straightforward for people coming out of the city. Fu Yanghe pretended to be careless and lowered his head, tear up a band-aid, and carefully put it on Banjuegongbu's hand.

"Thank you." Ban Juegongbu's voice was a little hoarse, and after saying that, he coughed lightly.

Fu Yanghe stood up and prepared to collect things and asked, "Is there anything else that hurt?"

Banjuegongbu glanced at him and said, "Yes."

Fu Yanghe was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Ban Jue Gongbu rolling up his sleeves and rolling them to the bottom of his armpits. Fu Yanghe squatted down and looked at it, and found that there was also a scratch on his elbow and upper arm, but the injury was not as heavy as the back of his hand. It was just scratched and a little blood stain was bleached.

"This kind of injury hurts the most." Fu Yanghe said closer.

His breathing spurted on Banjuegongbu's arm, which was very mild, but itchy. The itch and the slight pain of the wound were mixed together, and there was an unbearable feeling that climbed up the arm. Banjuegongbu's throat moved, silently without saying anything.

Fu Yanghe's movements were even lighter this time. He had broken the wound before, and knew that the wound that had a bit of skin and a little watery was actually the most painful: "I fell and injured when I was learning to dance. I had a large piece of my left knee, and the skin was broken, but it was not bleeding, so I didn't care much. As a result, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. When I woke up the next day, I found a scab, a large black piece, which would be cured for half a month."

"Did you get hurt when you were learning to dance?"

Fu Yanghe smiled, but his eyes were extremely focused on the wound: "No one who has ever been injured by dancing has ever been injured. The waist, legs, and joints are the most susceptible places to be injured. But it also depends on people. When I was just a beginner, I felt a breath in my heart and loved to use brute force, so it is common for injuries. If I get hurt, I can't practice anymore. In fact, it's not worth the effort."

He smiled again as he said that, put down the cotton swab, turned around and took the Band-Aid patch: "Later, I realized it slowly, and I paid more attention to protecting myself, so I rarely get hurt again... Well, my elbows have been applied, so you should bend your arms less."

Banjuegongbu put down his sleeves and suddenly said inexplicably: "Your clothes look good."

"Hmm?" Fu Yanghe was stunned for a moment and said, "I just found one, it doesn't fit very well, and it doesn't wear it in a good way."

"If you like it, I will have someone tailor-made a few pieces for you. You will look great in hidden clothes."

Perhaps because of the praise from Ban Juegongbu, he felt a little beautiful, but he didn't refuse and responded vaguely. A knock on the door suddenly came from outside. He went over and opened the door and saw Zhang Yue standing at the door.

Fu Yanghe felt mixed feelings and said, "I thought you were going to sleep in the temple."

"I begged for something in the temple," Zhang Yue said and handed him something, "I'll give it to you."

Before Fu Yanghe could reach out his hand, he didn't know when Ban Juegongbu would come behind him and get it for him.

"Gawu." Banjuegongbu said.

It was a silver box with patterns that meant good luck on it. The carvings were complicated and the workmanship was extremely exquisite. Zhang Yue glanced at them and said, "It's nothing else to keep safe."

Ban Juegongbu looked at it and handed it to Fu Yanghe. Fu Yanghe looked at it, held it in his hand and said, "Thank you."

Zhang Yue looked very tired, waved his hand and left. Fu Yanghe closed the door, but turned around and saw Ban Jue Gongbu looking at him straight.

Fu Yanghe raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"You dare to take his things too. Aren't you going to cut off his thoughts?"

Fu Yanghe smiled and said, "He stayed in the temple for a day and gave me something. He said that he had no other meaning. If I don't accept it, it would be too unkind. Although we are not lovers, we are as close as brothers. I am very sensible... Hey, why do you sound like you are jealous?"

After he said that, he laughed first. Banjuegongbu said, "Teacher Fu is really good at joking. Who am I here and what qualifications do I have to be jealous."
To be continued...