Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

After everyone left, Fang Ya turned on the computer and pulled out Ayala's photo from the group album. Ayala in the photo was a girl as bright and quiet as the moon, with a gentle temperament. She looked non-competitive, with very deep and beautiful facial features. Although her clothes were simple, they could not hide her good figure.

Ling Fengxi beside her was smiling like a child, very sincerely and naturally. Fang Ya seemed to have never seen that kind of deep happiness that came out naturally anywhere else except in this photo.

Is that Ayala?

Fang Ya imported the photos into her mobile phone and went to the cafeteria. At this time, everyone was surrounding Ayala and distributing gloves and hats. Ayala gently helped them try them on.

Fang Ya saw her patting a worker's arm and saying, "It's a bit small. This is more suitable for girls. When they were making it, there was only this big piece of sheepskin, and the largest it could be made was this big."

The worker smiled as he took off his gloves and handed them to the girls on the medical team. One of them smiled happily after receiving the gloves. "Great! The stitching is so delicate, and the gloves are so warm."

Finally, Ayala turned around and changed direction. Fang Ya carefully observed her facial features, then looked at the photos on her mobile phone. Gradually, she seemed to understand something.

Although so many years have passed and Ayala's face has changed, one can still vaguely see the shadow of her past. She has become more vicissitudes of life, her eyes are no longer bright, and even very dim, and her figure is no longer slender, showing the figure of an ethnic minority aunt, but her gentle and quiet expression and language, as shown in the photos, are still the same.

Fang Ya carefully recalled what had happened in the recent period, and suddenly remembered that the day when Ayala was beaten by Hanati was actually the day when Ling Fengxi was feeling very unwell.

Outsiders like them couldn't recognize Ayala, but Ling Fengxi must have recognized her. Seeing the woman he had been thinking about and loving for many years being kicked and beaten by a rough man...how would that feel?

Fang Ya couldn't tell what she was feeling. She just lowered her head and turned around. Unexpectedly, she ran into Ling Fengxi head-on. For a moment, she was stunned looking at his face, not knowing what to say.

Ling Fengxi didn't seem to notice her abnormality and only said, "You should also take a pair of gloves. Sometimes I carry the medicine box from the medical room to the workers' dormitory. The distance is not very short. It's not even December yet, and it will be even colder later."

Fang Ya said "oh" and reacted a little slowly.

Ling Fengxi then asked, "What's wrong? You don't look well. Are you sick?"

For some reason, this short sentence made Fang Ya's eyes suddenly feel sore.

She thought that after what happened before, she had completely let go of Ling Fengxi. She could also feel Wu Lao Hu's kindness to her and even wanted to accept his pursuit. However, Ling Fengxi's short words suddenly brought out her inexplicable and deep sadness.

She had known for a long time that she could not win against Ling Fengxi because Ling Fengxi did not love her. She had always hoped that he would care about her and pay attention to her.

But he never seemed to have it.

Now she saw the woman he loved, a woman who couldn't be more ordinary. Instead, she felt even more aggrieved. It wasn't because she thought Ayala was ordinary that she looked down on her, nor was it because she felt aggrieved that Ling Fengxi fell in love with a woman who was not as good as her. Rather, it was the kind of aggrieved feeling that if there is Yu, why is there Liang?

One is that true love is betrayed, which becomes an everlasting regret.

Fang Ya turned her head, hiding her red eyes, and looked at the snowy scene in the distance and said, "I'm a doctor, how could I be sick? Besides, you shouldn't care whether other women are sick or not. After all, your lover is right in front of you."

Ling Fengxi was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "Yes, she is Ayala."

He, who never liked chatting with Fang Ya, suddenly suggested, "Let's chat."

At this time, Ayala had actually seen Ling Fengxi. Her gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Ling Fengxi and Fang Ya, but she quickly turned around and continued talking to the workers.

Then I saw Ling Fengxi and Fang Ya walking out of the yard together.

They did not return to the dormitory, but walked on the path around the camp. The path was buried in snow, and the space cleared was just wide enough for one person to pass through, so they could not walk side by side.

Ling Fengxi was in front and Fang Ya was behind.

Ling Fengxi said, "The situation in the Western Tianshan Mountains was even worse than it is now more than a decade ago. Back then, when I was in the army, if I wanted to see Ayala, I had to ride a horse and walk for two or three hours..."

"Oh, are you going there on horseback in the winter?"

"Winter was even harder. We had known each other for three years, but in the second year, we hardly saw each other the entire winter because I couldn't find her. She had been moving with her ata, and I didn't know where she had gone. I rode into the mountains on horseback and almost got lost. Later, my comrades found me."

Fang Ya suddenly laughed, "Ye Minglang is indeed your soldier. It turns out that the relationship between superiors and subordinates, and this fate, can also be inherited."

This sentence made Ling Fengxi laugh...

"This silly boy... he's braver than me. I hope he and Gulinar can succeed. If the West Tianshan Tunnel is completed, the economy of this area will be boosted quickly. Everything will advance in line with the process of modernization. Then, there will be no more obstacles."

"Why didn't you and Ayala succeed then?"

"Her ata thought it was irresponsible to marry a Han Chinese man, and that she had to marry a man from the mountains. My parents, on the other hand, felt that they had worked so hard to raise me and that I couldn't afford to make mistakes in my life, so they had to find a suitable wife. Both sets of parents threatened to commit suicide, and Ayala was almost beaten to death by her ata."

Ling Fengxi suddenly stopped talking here, "The last time I saw her before we separated, she was covered in wounds..."

His eyes suddenly looked into the distance, where mountains spread out, a magnificent landscape, but it was so desolate, so desolate that it could not bear the love of the world.

"She always gets beaten because of me. She's always beaten..." His voice trembled slightly. "Fang Ya, if natural villages were truly formed, with villages, systems, children, and schools, there wouldn't be barbarism here anymore, and there wouldn't be any beatings."

It turned out that Ling Fengxi was very much in favor of the natural village becoming a real village. For this reason, Fang Ya finally understood why he had been making such efforts during this period.

Fang Ya suddenly felt a surge of emotion in her chest. Although she regretted losing Ling Fengxi, she was still moved by the relationship between Ling Fengxi and Ayala. She suddenly said, "If a natural village is formed and needs teachers, I am willing to be a resident teacher."

"Ah?" Ling Fengxi actually hadn't thought about these things yet, because once a village is formed and established, there must be supporting staff and facilities.

I didn't expect Fang Ya to suddenly come up with such an idea.