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We gathered our emotions and tried to keep them in check.
After chatting calmly for a while and clarifying some matters, I found a higher vantage point and began searching for Professor Sun and the others.
It was my fault for being careless; I should have asked for their specific location over the phone back then, so I wouldn't feel so lost now. Ultimately, it was still my fault for not knowing the layout of this magnificent Potala Palace.
After searching for a while, I still couldn't see anyone. I thought to myself, could it be that I've been tricked again?
"Are you looking for someone?"
The sudden voice pulled me back to reality.
I turned around to see an elderly monk, frail and venerable, adorned with prayer beads. He exuded an air of solemnity, indicating that he was not an ordinary person.
Although I wasn't particularly religious, I responded with respect, "Yes."
The old monk's gaze was calm. He didn't answer me immediately. After a few minutes of silence, during which I maintained my composure, I began to lose my patience and was about to excuse myself.
But then the old monk spoke: "The person you are waiting for has arrived." With that, he turned and walked away.
I stood there momentarily dazed; there was something peculiar about this old monk.
As I stared at his retreating figure, I prepared to continue my search when suddenly I heard a voice from behind me: "Old Sun, over here!"
I saw Fat Ma waving at me from the end of the corridor, followed by two or three people.
I hesitated for a moment and didn’t immediately walk towards Fat Ma; instead, I stared at the place where the old monk had disappeared.
“Old Sun!” Fat Ma's voice boomed again as he shouted at me.
Only then did I start walking towards him.
“What are you doing, Old Sun? Are you handling serious business?”
Following behind Fat Ma were Professor Sun and Zhang Tong.
“Why are you here too?” I asked Zhang Tong, slightly surprised. This outing was bound to be dangerous.
Zhang Tong retorted, “Why can’t I come?”
I felt a pang of frustration.
You two can flirt later; it’s more important to hurry and meet up with the others to handle serious matters.
“ Fat Ma …”
Before I could finish my sentence, Fat Ma laughed and ran off.
This Fat Ma never missed a chance to embellish things when such situations arose. Damn it, I still wasn’t used to it.
Watching the figure of the Fat Ma disappear into the distance, I sighed, "Let's go."
Professor Sun still wore a smile on his lips, looking as if he were enjoying a show.
Both Professor Sun and Zhang Tong were dressed like backpackers, sporting a large travel pack, a sun hat, and sunglasses.
After meeting up with Mud Man Old Ghost, we left the historic Potala Palace behind.
Zhang Tong and the others had found a local guide and rented a Jeep. By the time we exited the Potala Palace, the Jeep had already been waiting outside for a while.
"Why couldn't we reach you a few days ago, Professor?" the Fat Ma asked loudly.
Professor Sun adjusted his sunglasses and replied, "We went to scout it out first."
"Why didn't you discuss it with us beforehand?" Fat Ma questioned.
"That was decided by Chen Yutou and his gang; I had no say in it." At the mention of Chen Yutou, Fat Ma fell silent. It seemed we would finally get to see this person’s true colors.
I was also filled with curiosity. This was a character from a story my grandfather used to tell, and I never expected that he was still alive.
The car drove through Lhasa, a city rich in ethnic style, before entering a desolate area.
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