Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

They have been separated for many years, but in Ling Fengxi's imagination, an outstanding girl like Ayala is like a narcissus seed. No matter where it falls, she will be treated gently, cared for, and live a good life, instead of being like now, where she can be kicked hard by someone and still have to laugh.

As Ling Fengxi thought about it, he felt a pain in his heart... He covered his chest for a long time, feeling as if he was suffocating. This scene happened to be seen by Ye Minglang.

He quickly put down his lunch box, walked over and exclaimed, "Secretary, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Fengxi closed his eyes and shook his head, "I'm fine, I just want to rest for a while, don't come in."

Ye Minglang was worried, "I'll go get Doctor Fang."

"Don't scream, I'm fine." Ling Fengxi was visibly in pain, even his face was pale, but his expression was stern, "Get out!"

Ye Minglang had never seen Ling Fengxi like this before. He was frightened and had no choice but to walk out. He said outside the door, "Secretary, today's meal is good. It's mutton pilaf. You must eat some... Also, if you need anything, call me. I'll be right outside the door."

When Ling Fengxi mentioned mutton pilaf, he thought of the scene where Ayala was kicked by the rough and dark man, and his chest felt even more painful.

He moved to the bed with difficulty and lay down, with no appetite at all.

On this side, Ayala seemed to have sensed something. Looking in the direction of the West Tianshan Tunnel Construction Camp, a layer of mist involuntarily welled up in her eyes. She stopped the work in her hands and stood in front of the tent. The wind blew her hair, and she looked like a statue on the alpine grassland.

Hanati, who was herding sheep into a pen, saw this and cursed from afar, "You damn woman! What are you daydreaming about? We have money to make today and we need to cook meat. Hurry up and get busy!"

At night, seven or eight nearby herdsmen gathered in Hanati's tent. They were all rough men wearing sheepskin coats. They had been dealing with sheep for years and seemed to have become sheep themselves. They had a pungent sheep smell on their bodies, but they were used to it and didn't notice it at all.

Ayala seemed to be accustomed to the taste. She brought in a large pot of cooked mutton and placed it on the table. Hanati and the others immediately rolled up their sleeves and began to eat. Ayala then went to make milk tea. Making milk tea delicious requires some skill. For example, it is best to stir-fry the tea leaves at the bottom of the pot for a few seconds...

For example, after the milk boils, you need to turn down the heat and simmer for a few minutes. For example, whether to add milk first or boil tea first, all require a skill. Ayala boiled milk tea in a large teapot and brought it in to pour milk tea for these people.

Hanati is bragging again...

"In this part of Western Tianshan, my cattle and sheep are the best and the most numerous. Even my woman was the best woman here back then. She's from the other side of the mountain... you know, from the other side of the mountain... But now she's in a terrible state, like an idiot..."

Everyone burst into laughter...

The stars and moon in the Tianshan Mountains were cold and silent. The western Tianshan Mountains were really cold. Ayala was busy going in and out until almost midnight. Hanati and the others were still drinking. Ayala grabbed a piece of meat and ate it slowly. She also soaked naan in milk tea as a midnight snack. After she was full, she rested for a while on the tatami next to the stove.

When it was almost dawn, Hanati and the others had finally eaten and drunk their fill, and were lying in the tent in a drunken stagger. Ayala was afraid that they would be cold, so she came in to add more fire to the stove.

After I lit the fire and walked out, my dog ​​Wangcai barked twice from a distance. It wasn't because someone was coming or something broke in, but because the dog was hungry.

Ayala returned to the tent and put the bones, meat and other scraps that Hanati and the others had eaten in a basin. She came to Wangcai and poured all of it into his food bowl. Wangcai squeaked happily twice, then lowered his head to chew the bones. Ayala watched for a while and then went to cut grass for the sheep.

In winter, the Western Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow, and there is little grass on the grassland. Going out to graze sheep means that the sheep will just nibble on grass roots in the snow.

Hanati was smart. He learned from the farmers who raised livestock at the foot of the mountain and piled up several large piles of silage around the sheep. During the day, he moved the sheep from the small sheltered pen to the large open-air pen, spread the silage in the pen, and let the sheep eat the silage in the pen.

The grass is good this year and the sheep are growing strong and fat.

In fact, apart from being unromantic, liking to party and drink, and not being gentle at all, Hanati is a real man of the Western Tianshan Mountains. He works hard to manage his flock of sheep and is also trying to make money to support his two children who are in school. He is very responsible. In fact, marrying him is a good choice.

If you have never met Ling Fengxi, Hanati is definitely a good choice.

Ayala held a large iron pitchfork and picked up the grass into the large circle one by one, thinking about the look Ling Fengxi had given him at that time...

He didn't recognize her right away. When he did, a flicker of disbelief flashed across his eyes... He probably couldn't believe that the disheveled, unkempt woman before him was the one he'd once been with. He probably hadn't imagined she'd become like this...

Ayala imagined what she would look like now if she hadn't married Hanati and had married Ling Fengxi instead. Would she be like the women in the city, well-maintained, with lipstick on her lips, powder on her face, fashionable dresses, and beautiful jewelry...

It is bright, healthy and beautiful.

Ayala smiled bitterly as he thought about it...

There is no if in the world. Even if there is an if, she will not become what is in the "if".

Ling Fengxi is really sick.

He had lived in the city for a long time during this period, and he might have felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly returned to the mountains. In addition, many workers had caught colds, so it was reasonable for him to be infected.

Ye Minglang didn't dare leave his door. When Ayala served mutton to Hanati and the others, Ye Minglang also called Fang Ya. He was shivering in the cold wind. "Doctor Fang, I think Secretary Ling is sick, but he doesn't want to see a doctor, and he doesn't want me to go into the house to take care of him. He probably hasn't eaten. I don't know how he is now."

When Fang Ya heard this, she immediately put on her clothes and rushed to Ling Fengxi's door. After asking Ye Minglang about the situation, Fang Ya also became worried.

I knocked gently on his door and called out, "Lao Ling, are you okay? I'm Fang Ya, can I come in to see you?"

No one in the house responded.

Fang Ya thought for a moment and said, "Go call Captain Wu. Only Captain Wu can tame Ling Fengxi's stubborn temper."

A moment later, Wu Yongjie hurried over, his clothes draped over him. "What's wrong? What happened to Ling Fengxi?"

Fang Ya sighed, "Captain Wu, Ling Fengxi might be ill, but he has such a bad temper that none of us dare to go in. Can you break the door open?"