Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

Fang Ya finally understood why Wu Yongjie lost his composure like that, because when he realized that Ling Fengxi's application had failed, he knew that the project could not be carried out and everyone had to disband.

Fang Ya also understood why Ling Fengxi's eyes were filled with despair when he walked out of the door. Because he had already known from Wu Yongjie's attitude that Wu Yongjie's application had also failed.

Wu Yongjie leaned against the stove, feeling drained of all his strength. After a while, he smiled wryly and said, "That's fine, actually. I can go back early. Yaya, I know a really delicious local restaurant near the Xuhui Church in Shanghai. I'll treat you to dinner then, okay?"

Fang Ya said "oh" but didn't comment. The two sat in silence for a while. Fang Ya said, "You should rest first. Everyone has been exhausted this year. In fact, they all deserve a good rest."

Including those herders...

Winter in the Western Tianshan Mountains is really tiring.

Ayala didn't come to the medical room today. She was in the sheep pen taking care of her sheep.

She first added fodder to the sheep one trip at a time. After she finished adding the fodder, she saw that the sheep were all eating with their heads down. Then she sat down to take a breath. "Sheep, do you know? People have different destinies, and sheep have different destinies too. As sheep, you are lucky to be able to live in Lord Hanati's home."

But as a human being, living in Lord Hanati's house does not necessarily mean happiness.

But she didn't say this out loud. She just continued talking about the sheep, "Except for Master Hanati's family, other families' sheep still have to go to the grassland to find food. They have to use their mouths or hooves to dig through the thick snow, and then chew the grass on the ground. Unlike you, you just stay in the warm sheepfold and wait for me to bring you the grass, and then you can eat it with big mouthfuls."

Hanati is relatively wealthy, and his way of raising sheep in winter has slightly changed from the traditional way, becoming more modern. Before the heavy snow in autumn closes the mountains, he uses vehicles to transport a lot of silage and ordinary grass, and piles them nearby into several large stacks.

Therefore, the sheep of the Hanati family do not have to dig for food in the snow in winter.

It is actually very cold in the sheep pen, but since so many sheep are gathered in the same space, it is not that cold. The one who has the hardest time is Ayala. She needs to keep cleaning the sheep manure in the sheep pen. If it is not cleaned for a long time, the sheep manure will not only easily breed bacteria, but also make the sheep pen very humid.

The veterinarians who came to the rescue before also said that the dampness in the sheep pen was one of the reasons why the sheep contracted foot-and-mouth disease, so she is now cleaning the sheep pen more diligently.

This makes me even busier.

Hanati happened to be there to see his sheep. He was a little drunk and was staggering, so he happened to hear the conversation between Ayala and the sheep.

Hanati burst out laughing as he listened...

At least in Ayala's opinion, the sheep are happy living with him.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, left the sheep pen with peace of mind, and went to find a warm tatami to sleep on.

Ling Fengxi arrived around noon, accompanied only by Ye Minglang.

As soon as Ye Minglang arrived, he went into the Hasa tent to warm himself by the fire. Ling Fengxi found the sheep pen and, as expected, saw Ayala still busy in the sheep pen.

She completely disregarded her image as she shoveled out the sheep dung from the sheep pen. There was sweat on her face, and when she wiped it, the dung seemed to be smeared on her face as well. The smell of the sheep pen was very "touching". Ling Fengxi only felt that the strong smell that rushed into his nose made his stomach churn in an instant, but he held it back.

Because Ayala works hard in such an environment. If she can adapt to this taste, he should be able to adapt to it too.

While Ayala was working, she felt someone was watching her. She looked up at the entrance of the sheep pen, but saw no one, so she lowered her head and continued looking.

But the feeling of being stared at was still very strong. She stood up and looked around, and finally found Ling Fengxi at the left railing of the sheep pen.

The shovel she was using slipped to the ground. She quickly picked it up as if awakening from a dream, then hurried out of the sheep pen. "Secretary, why are you here? It's so cold, why don't you go to the tent and warm yourself by the fire? Are you here to inspect the work again? Have Doctor Fang and the others arrived?"

Ling Fengxi did not answer her series of questions, but just walked slowly behind Ayala with her slightly messy steps.

She was not tall, and her legs were short. The snow was too thick, and her legs dug into the snow. When she pulled them out, it felt like pulling a radish out of the snow, leaving a pit after another...

Ayala finally stopped and turned to look at Ling Fengxi, "Secretary Ling, has something happened? I'm so panicked."

Ling Fengxi laughed...

He remembered that when Ayala was young, she was easily "panicked". After so many years, she was still easily "panicked", and her sixth sense was still as strong.

He remembered that the day before he left Wen Zhao, she had said, "Fengxi, I'm so anxious. Will we never be able to meet again? Will we ever be able to meet again?"

At that time, she had already anticipated this separation, which might be the end of their relationship in this life. But he was completely unaware of it until the events that followed far exceeded his imagination.

They drifted further and further apart, and he could never find his Tianshan girl again.

Ling Fengxi's smile, which seemed to be a reappearance of his youth, made Ayala stunned for a moment, and then her face felt burning. When she saw him again, she still felt a strong throbbing in her heart, just like when she was a girl.

But now she has grown up after all.

She turned around, calmed herself down, and then continued, "A few days ago, I heard that there were some problems with your project. Many workers said they were about to disband. I don't know if it's true or not."

Ling Fengxi said, "I want to drink some of the kumis you brewed today."

Ayala had no choice but to follow his topic, "There's no Mada at all, so you can drink as much as you want."

When Ayala returned to the tent, Hanati had already gotten up. He still reeked of alcohol, but he was completely sober, his eyes red. He stared fiercely at Ye Minglang and shouted, "Even a spotted crow can't replace an eagle! You, boy, don't understand the bravery of us mountain men! You look so frail, you're not fit for life in our mountains. You can't even herd sheep."

What else could Ye Minglang say? In Western Tianshan, his ability to survive was not as good as Gulinar's!

"I definitely can't herd sheep, and I can't hunt rabbits either. I've never heard of rabbits in this place."