"Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon".

Fu Yanghe liked this name very much when he first heard it. So when the invitation letter for this large-scale live performance called "Flower, Flower, Snow and Moon" was handed over to him, he took it without thinking.

"Flower, Flower, Snow and Moon" is not the first large-scale live performance in China, but it is the largest investment and a key support project for the country's "national unity and one family". Therefore, the selection of participants is also very cautious. Those who can participate in the team are top talents in various fields. As a top figure in the domestic dance industry, Fu Yanghe became the director of "Flower, Flower, Snow and Moon".

From receiving the invitation to preparing to set off, it took only a short week. In this short week, Fu Yanghe quickly finished the work at hand, then gave himself a day off, slept in a dark place until his assistant Xiao Tang came to him.

The weather in early May is neither cold nor hot, and it is a good time to sleep. Before Fu Yanghe could completely wake up from sleepiness, he fell on the bed after opening the door. Xiao Tang sat on the chair next to him, and from time to time he glanced at the two pieces of meat on Fu Yanghe's butt that people could not ignore.

I'm so upset when I'm lying... I'm practicing dancing?

"Have you arranged it all?" Fu Yanghe finally got up and got up with a mess of hair, and asked Xiao Tang sleepily.

"All arrangements have been made. The person in charge said that when I got off the plane from Lhasa, someone came to pick me up. The place was a bit remote and I had to take the bus... Huang Jingchen and the others called me and said that they were all ready and I asked them to gather at the airport tomorrow."

Huang Jingchen is Fu Yanghe's most proud student. He just won the gold medal in the Taoli Cup Youth Group this year. It can be said that the young man is terrifying. This time, he will take his team with him, and Huang Jingchen is one of them. Fu Yanghe said "hmm" and then fell down again.

Many of the dancing men had a little long hair, and Fu Yanghe also tied a bun that was popular nowadays. Xiao Tang looked at his white face, rosy lips, and slightly raised eyes, and felt very jealous. This man was obviously an old antique, but he had a slutty face. He was not young, but he was tender and tender. He looked like the plate of May cherries on the table, fresh and juicy.

"Where are we going to come from Chamdo, Tibet?"

“…Kangwu.”

Fu Yanghe felt that the place name was unfamiliar, so Xiao Tang added: "It belongs to Kangba Tibetan area."

Speaking of this, Xiao Tang became obviously excited and sang with a wink and said, "You are mighty, Kangba's man."

When Fu Yanghe saw Xiao Tang's tumultuous look, he knew that this was not simple.

Seeing that he was full of confusion, Xiao Tang looked at him for a while and asked, "You don't know?! I just said, why are you not excited at all! Haven't Kangba man heard of it? Search and see!"

Fu Yanghe touched his cell phone, took a pillow and placed it on his chin, searched for the four words "Kangba Man" on his mobile phone, and then saw a title like:

"Why are Kangba men very popular among women all over the world?"

"Deficiency of oxygen - the crazy years between me and Kangba man!"

"Why do we say that men do not enter Sichuan and women do not enter Tibet?"

Looking at the related search below, he thought he had seen a little Huang Wen that was not suitable for children.

Fu Yanghe casually clicked one and read: "In Tibet, whenever Tibetans who look heroic, broad shoulders, broad gazes, deep eyes, red silk rifles in their hair, and healthy and solemn bronze skin, they know that they are Kampa men without asking. Their unique temperament often attracts the attention of many tourists and fascinates the hearts of countless girls. The men here are rough and bold, romantic and passionate, just like all Kampa men. Some hikers commented: Kampa men are a tall mountain.

This is a Tibetan man, a man who makes women feel moved at first sight and emotional when they see each other. A man who doesn’t go to Sichuan is afraid of being drunk in the gentle land of Sichuan beauties, and a woman who doesn’t go to Tibet is afraid of falling into Tibetan men’s hot chests. A Mosuo man once said that if a girl in the village has a back pain, she will be cured overnight as long as the Tibetan brother comes from Tibetan areas. The reputation of Kangba’s men is in the mouth of European women, and many Japanese women go to Kangba to borrow…”

Fu Yanghe raised his head and looked at Xiao Tang with some disbelief: "Is this certain that it is not Xiao Huangwen? Do you believe it too?"

Xiao Tang said: "Although it's all rumors, it's not necessarily all fake. Think about it, the Kangba area belongs to the Tibetan Plateau, with a vast land and sparse population and a miserable environment. In addition, the living and medical conditions are poor, and the survival rate of babies is very low. Over time, the survival of the fittest will lead to the survival of the Tibetan area being physically conscientious and the winner of genes. The Kangba men are getting stronger and stronger? Not only Kangba, but in places where the environment is difficult and difficult to survive, those who can survive will definitely be strong."

This... seems to make some sense.

"But I've been to Lhasa, and I think it's okay."

"Lhasa is not Kangba. Tibetans are divided into regions, including Boba, Duiba, Zangba, Weiba, Kangba, and Andowa. They are all rough and strong, and the folk customs are simple. But in terms of appearance, the man who belongs to Kangba is the most handsome. His facial features are deep and his nose is high and straight, and the average one is average. But if you want to be handsome, you are not ordinary handsome, but a huge handsome man! But these are not the most important, the most important ones are the mermaid line, the waist of the male dog, and the big work is wild enough."

Xiao Tang's heart was obviously already full of spring water, and he was full of joy by imagination.

Xiao Tang's full name is Tang Hao. He is his mentor's cousin. He has been his assistant for three years. He is very clever and flexible and loves men.

His hobbies are not just saying that his sexual orientation is a man, but that he regards men as his hobbies. At a young age, the men he has tasted are like crucian carp trees, and his vision is becoming more and more picky. He said he is handsome, so he probably is really handsome.

Fu Yanghe felt a little excited.

Because Fu Yanghe has a male gender and a male hobby.

"By the way, I said I couldn't call you, so I went to my place." Xiao Tang said, "He asked you to call him back."

The infatuation that Xiao Tang mentioned was about Zhang Yue.

Fu Yanghe didn't remember how many years Zhang Yue had pursued him, but Fu Yanghe didn't remember it. In fact, there were a few times when he thought, forget it, maybe he couldn't find someone who was better than Zhang Yue to treat him, and he could do it, but he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart every time. He just didn't like Zhang Yue, what could he do? Some time ago, Zhang Yue was drunk and wanted to chew him, but he kicked him down. He has never seen him since then.

Fu Yanghe said: "No matter who I am going to Tibet, he will chase after him if he has the ability."

When it comes to Kangba, many people think it is in Tibet. In fact, it is located at the junction of the four provinces, including Ganzi, Aba, Muli in Sichuan, Chamdo in Tibet, Diqing in Yunnan, Yushu in Qinghai and other regions. As the "Pearl of Tibet East", Changdu is the birthplace of Kangba culture. Their current location is Kangwu Township, Jiusu County.

The bus was driving on the bumpy mountain road, and Fu Yanghe covered half of his face with a hat. Now the sun sets in the west, but the bright red sunshine is still so sunny that people can't open their eyes.

I don’t know how long I had been driving, but I heard a noise. The surroundings were finally no longer full of undulating grass and mountains, and there were scattered houses. Fu Yanghe moved his hat away and saw rows of factory buildings, which seemed to be there.

"That's it?" The car parked in an open space in the factory. Xiao Tang stretched out his neck and looked out, turned to Fu Yanghe and said, "It's a little harder than I thought."

Fu Yanghe took the bag from the luggage rack. Xiao Tang hurriedly reached out, but he had already carried the bag on his body: "You take your own, I'll do it myself."

It was in chaos outside, and Huang Jingchen, who got off the car in front, shouted: "Teacher Fu, watch it quickly, hide the show."

Tibetan opera, called "Ajiram" in Tibetan, is derived from religious art. It is mostly expressed by mythology and shows with masks. It has long been listed as a national intangible cultural heritage. Fu Yanghe has watched the Tibetan opera "Princess Wencheng" and is very impressed. He has never seen such an original Tibetan opera. After hearing this, he looked out the window and saw a group of Tibetans dancing in the Tibetan opera not far away, and a group of people cheering around the dark side. Because it was through the glass and against the light, it was hard to see clearly.

An official named Zhang Wang had already come out to greet them with a few people and carried their suitcases. Fu Yanghe got out of the car and shook hands with them one by one and greeted them a few times, and then introduced the Huang Jingchen, Xiao Yang, Sun Lei and Zhao Xiaojun whom he brought. Perhaps these handsome guys stood in a row, each of them was outstanding and elegant. Fu Yanghe felt comforted by himself. His disciples did give him a long show and dance. Not to mention anything else, they were all bright and smooth. To put it bluntly, they were temperamental!

After the introduction, Zhang Wang followed them to their place to live. When passing by the group of people who were dancing Tibetan opera, everyone turned their heads to watch. The instruments of this Tibetan opera are simple, with only one drum and one cymbal, but the drum beats and cymbals are tight and urgent, which makes people feel excited when they hear it. Fu Yanghe only felt that the fatigue along the way was dissipated, and with his blood boiling, he stood outside the crowd and watched for a while.

The sunset is about to set, and the golden afterglow shines on the Tibetan opera masks worn by those people, making the mask look bright and fierce. The Tibetans are all very tall, and most of them are over 180, and a few may even exceed 190. They are strong in their bodies, like a majestic mountain, with passionate and unrestrained movements and heroic postures.

Zhang Wang smiled, approached Fu Yanghe's ears with the dense drum beats and cymbals, and said loudly: "Look, that's Mr. Ban from Western Language."

Large-scale live performances require strong financial resources as support. The producer and investor of "Flowers, Flowers, Snow and Moon" this time is Southwest Cultural Tourism Company, which is what Zhang Wang said.

Looking around, Fu Yanghe also noticed the president of the class. He was about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a blue mask, hidden boots, and a brown-gray robe with slanted lapels on the right side. He was the same as the common wearing habits of Tibetans. The outer robe only wore the left sleeve and the right half of his arm was exposed. He wore a white two-paired shirt with gold edges inside, but his hair was short, clean and refreshing. He was very conspicuous among a group of Tibetan men with tied hair. At first glance, he was the upper-level leaders and lower-level employees having a party.

Fu Yanghe is a dancer, probably because of his professional habits. He likes to look at people first and then his face. For him, a man's body is much more important than his appearance. The class is always tall and well-proportioned. Although he is wearing a mask, he has such a demeanor. Even if he doesn't look at his face, he must be a handsome guy. This is a bit beyond his expectations. He thought that this boss would be a middle-aged man with a big belly.

The crowd who were already watching saw them, and the group of people who were dancing Tibetan opera stopped. Zhang Wang quickly waved to the crowd with a smile. The squad general reached out and took off the mask from his face and walked towards them.

Although Fu Yanghe himself has outstanding appearance and has seen many handsome guys, he was still stunned when he saw the appearance of the class leader.

Just as Xiao Tang said, "It's not an ordinary handsome, it's a huge handsome."

The other party looked at him probably the same age as him, with a tall torso, just like most men here, with deep facial features and cold and tough lines on his face, but he was an extremely handsome man with dark and smooth skin, which was the biggest difference between him and other Tibetan men who looked a little rough and vicissitudes. The sun, moon, star, and the most eye-catching thing was the brightness he had never seen before.
Chapter completed!