Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Originally in the capital, this is the autumn season, and in Qinghai, the cold wind has suddenly risen.

Qin Guan followed the tradition here, and wrapped the most wind-resistant military supplies with them... military coats, standing in front of the camera that had already started shooting.

A broken pickup truck with a bucket came from afar. This is a country bus between villages on the plateau. The back bucket of the car was filled with Tibetans who could not get out of the door once.

As an accompanying reporter, Qin Guan saw for the first time the wit and bravery between the duty guards and these smugglers.

Who can think of one of the worst cotton jackets, sewn inside is a catty of thousands of dollars of Tibetan antelope down.

The driver's clothes were stripped off, and Qin Guan on the side wiped a dull and weathered face that had been processed by the makeup artist. He asked with heartache: "How do these people handle it?"

"Release..."

"why?"

"There are too many people who bring goods for poachers. This time they are bus drivers who pull people. The next time they may be doctors who walk through the village...can't catch them."

There was only one sigh left in the lens, and a sad back view of Qin Guan.

The sky he faced was so blue, but it even more reflected the filth that belongs to mankind under the sky.

"Okay! First shot! End!"

With the order of director Lu Chuan, this most rustic opening was successfully concluded.

The guide on the side, who is also a member of the ranger team and a member of the director's role, started his command.

"The Unfrozen Springs Protection Station passes by, and after passing the Lake Nail, you can reach the Chumar River..."

As the crew leader nodded frequently, Qin Guan, who was already sitting in the moving car, took the opportunity to chat with the real heroes behind the scenes.

Because these people are the real guardians of Tibetan antelopes, they are prepared to use the expensive rewards obtained by filming to add more equipment for their protection base.

"Ah, is there any permanent staff at the protection station? Here?"

"Well, there is not enough manpower at a protection station. There is only one person, but there is only one person. Poachers are afraid to come over."

"So how often do you change jobs?"

"No change, that person is there for three years..."

The momentarily quiet carriage only heard the creaking of Jeep on the Gobi Desert, and the sky seemed to be more pure.

It turns out that people are also kind...

The rest is a day and night, the same scenery, monotonous people just want to be drowsy, and when seeing the final destination, Qin Guan in the car was instantly sober.

The Chumar River, which winds through the freshwater river in the no man's land, is an important shooting site for a poaching and anti-poaching roundup.

Years of veteran veterans, when the directors and logistics were arbitrarily setting up instruments, had already set fire to the bonfire.

In this uninhabited area, no matter where you stay longer, there will be fire.

Bring the reporter's white hat and the seagull camera in his hand. Among the rude actors, Qin Guan is set to be more handsome.

The next thing I want to shoot is a simple and difficult shot, chasing the prisoner, saying it is simple because the plot is really simple, as long as I ran across the shallow Chumar River to the opposite bank and pressed the poacher on the spot. .

It’s difficult to say that it’s because in this high-altitude plateau, exhausting all your strength, taking off your pants in the low-temperature wind, struggling across the icy river, and pressing the enemy when you are wet Live, this is an unimaginable difficulty.

Give it a try, Lu Chuan sighed, and opened the official start to the Tibetans and Qin Guan who were already prepared.

"run!"

With the order, the most sturdy northwestern warrior who rushed down from Xiaotupo rushed to the river bank with courage.

Not to be outdone, Qin Guan followed closely and secretly studied their words and deeds with their eyes.

"Take off your pants! Cross the river!"

The order is forbidden, and all pants are taken off, including Qin Guan.

Only the long white legs of the white flowers and countless large pants were left in the shot.

"Wow la la..."

Oops mom! As soon as Qin Guan entered the water, he knew that he had been pitted. The water temperature was only a few degrees, the ice was biting, and Qin Guan, who was rushing forward with the big troops, only smoked!

"Huh, Huh" Alveoli are about to explode...

The deepest part is less than the thigh, and the farthest is just across the river from the forty to forty meters. For Qin Guan at this time, it seems to be so out of reach.

While walking like a lead-infused leg, they finally reached the crowd on the other side of the river. Before waiting for their own breathing, they heard the mourning of Director Lu Chuan.

"The density between people is expanding. This time some people's lenses are blocked. Let's do it again..."

"Huh" "huh"

It's just a trip across the river, a three-minute run, a total of 33 back and forth...

When the black lens cap fell under the attention of everyone, Qin Guan, whose white legs were exposed, and the cold, unconscious, lay on his back and lay on the beach of Gobi.

The sun's irradiation never felt so warm. He didn't care about the gray ground, only that the ground under his legs was so hot.

The friendship that fought together was the most reliable. This Qin Guan, who was regarded as a small white face by their Tibetan men, was officially accepted as one of them at this time, here.

"Boy, huh...huh...no ah..."

"That's why Qin Guan has never counseled me..."

"Really? Then you are going to learn this now?"

The crowd of sevens and eights protruded one after another, and they gathered around this alien, elder, and white, who danced their favorite Tibetan dance.

"I commend you, beautiful Baita~ Ah La, the beautiful Baita in the center..."

That kind of original, unmodified wild voice, shouted in the most heroic way in the throats of these northwestern big men.

"I praise you, beautiful Baita"

Qin Guan lying on the ground, watching them waving their arms and forgetting the pants that put on the trousers, waved **** their heads... painful and happy.

He could only sing the same song that belonged to these Tibetan boys with the same roar, and he sullen Dantian, spouting out, a kind of emotion called bursting, which came from the empty desert.

It’s great to be able to come to Kekexili and gain unexpected friendship and recognition.

In the remaining days, I don't know if it is the life of the city, and all our tenacity has been wiped out. The more than 100 members who accompanied them have successively fallen by half.

Pneumonia, emphysema, fever, and lack of oxygen made this enthusiastic crew begin to appear as deserters. (To be continued.)