Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

But in the end, Ling Fengxi still didn't express any opinions. He only said to Wu Yongjie, "I just want the project to start smoothly."

Then he turned and left the Fourteenth Land.

Wu Yongjie chuckled, "They just don't want to take responsibility." Then he winked at Gulinar, "Tell them they can do whatever they want, as long as it doesn't delay our work."

Gulinar glanced at Ye Minglang, and Ye Minglang asked her, "What do you think? What should we do?"

Gulinar said, "In our hearts, Western Tianshan is truly our home. When we do things in our own home, no one else can interfere."

Ye Minglang nodded, "Then I'll listen to Captain Wu."

Gulinar smiled brightly and said to Azati in Kazakh, "Gai! (Okay)"

Although Azati and his team had agreed to allow the construction team to continue, they still needed to complete the sacrifice. It was almost evening when they finished the entire sacrifice.

At Wu Yongjie's request, Gulinar did not return to her family's ranch, but stayed in the camp. Ye Minglang accompanied her and stayed at the 14th site until very late.

Azati and his friends also knew that the problem could not be solved in a day or two, so they built a small shack on the spot, using sheepskin coats and blankets. Each shack could only accommodate one person lying down, and it looked like a simple sleeping bag.

Their life was very simple. At dinner time, they took out the milk bag hanging around their waists, unscrewed the lid, tilted their heads back and drank, then took out the naan and ate it slowly. Gulinar took out five or six baked buns from her bag and handed them to them. They took them generously with a very pious look on their faces.

Gulinar talked with Azati for a while before coming to Ye Minglang. "Their ranch is nearby. They said they've noticed you for a long time and know you must be doing something big. But to them, they don't think anything is more important than cattle and sheep."

"You destroyed their mountain pasture. This place originally belonged to them. Because of your occupation, they need to find new and more distant pastures this year."

Ye Minglang wanted to say that there was not much grass on this hill.

But during the days he spent in the Western Tianshan Mountains, he also saw with his own eyes many sheep grazing on grass roots on land that seemed to have no grass, and each of them was fat and strong.

Ye Minglang nodded, "I can understand them."

Gulinar stuffed a baked bun into his mouth. "My family killed a sheep today, and I made these buns with the freshest mutton. I rode my horse specially to bring them to you, but this happened. The buns are a little cold now, but they're still delicious. Try them."

Ye Minglang was about to take it with his hands, but Gulinar said, "I'll feed you."

Ye Minglang blushed, but he finally let go of his hand and let Gulinar feed him. For a moment, he felt his heart overflowing with happiness.

In fact, he already understood that there would be no future between him and Gulinar, and there was no point in persisting in a marriage that his parents did not approve of. However, when Gulinar really appeared in front of him, he simply could not refuse her.

He liked every smile, every movement, every taste of her, the milk, naan, baked buns and black bread she brought.

He only hated why he was not a herdsman in Western Tianshan.

Gulinar had no idea of ​​Ye Minglang's turbulent thoughts. Her eyes were full of affection, completely immersed in the lovey-dovey mood with her beloved boy. Suddenly, Azati said something in a more emphatically tone. Gulinar rolled her eyes at Azati and continued to feed Ye Minglang buns.

The main ingredients of the bun filling are skin and fresh mutton, which is very pure and fragrant. Ye Minglang really likes this taste.

"Hua Duo'er, what did Azati say? Did he say anything disrespectful to you?"

"He said, if you make friends with thieves, you'll become poor!" Gulinar said with a haughty look. "I know you're not a thief. None of you are. Only narrow-minded people think you are. Besides, you're not poor. We're the ones who are poor. We can only afford baked buns and milk, but you have everything."

Ye Minglang didn't know how to communicate with Azati. He just said while eating his buns, "He might be a little jealous that I stole the most beautiful girl in the mountains."

This sentence made Gulinar laugh softly, her face as rosy as a rosy cloud and her eyes as clear as autumn water. She lowered her head and gently punched Ye Minglang's chest, "I didn't expect that such a serious person like you could speak such beautiful words of love."

Ye Minglang couldn't help but be moved...

The passion of youth surged in his chest, and he couldn't help wanting to kiss Gulinar. He heard Gulinar say again, "I want to hear such sweet words every day in the future. I will die of happiness."

Azati looked at the young couple, took a bite of the bun with disdain, turned his face away and refused to look at them anymore.

After confirming that Azati and the others wouldn't freeze to death in the 14th Mark Site that night, Ye Minglang and Gulinar also returned to the camp. It took quite a while, and by the time they arrived at the camp, everyone had already eaten.

There was no food in the kitchen. Gulinar's stomach growled a little. She looked at Ye Minglang aggrievedly, "What should I do? Do you have rice and noodles? How about I cook for you?"

Ye Minglang said, "We do have a kitchen, but the stove can't be kept on all the time, as it would disturb others' rest."

"Then let's do it somewhere else." Gulinar smiled happily.

Ye Minglang: "How to do it?"

Afterwards, after asking for Ling Fengxi's consent, Ye Minglang went to the kitchen to get some yellow radish, mutton, and rice, and went out with an iron pot and a bucket of water.

When the two of them arrived at a place far away from the camp, Gulinar quickly dug a shallow pit with a shovel, found some dry firewood and lit it, and quickly put the pot on the fire. She put the rice in the pot to cook, then put the chopped meat and diced radish in it, and took out salt and pepper from her bag and sprinkled them in.

From beginning to end, Ye Minglang was just arranged to sit next to the fire, wrapped in a blanket, and watched Gulinar busying around in the warm light of the fire.

After doing all this, Gulinar crawled into his blanket like a cat.

The rice and meat in the pot, heated by the fire, were emitting a fragrant aroma. All around was quiet, the stars in the sky were bright, and the moon hung on the top of the mountain.

The two seemed to be in a Van Gogh's starry sky story. The sky was so big, the earth was so big, the mountains were so big, and the fire was so warm. Ye Minglang couldn't help but hug Gulinar tighter. The two bodies seemed to be gradually getting hot. Gulinar felt Ye Minglang's throbbing, and she even took the initiative to put her hand into Ye Minglang's clothes.

Ye Minglang held her hand as if it was burned, his voice trembling, "Hua Duo'er... I..."

Gulinar smiled gently and threw him to the ground. The two could no longer bear it and kissed each other like dry firewood and raging fire. The only sounds left in the world were the breathing of two young people and the dancing flames.

...Just when Gulinar thought that tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night and a girl was about to truly become a woman, Ye Minglang suddenly stopped moving. He just hugged Gulinar tightly in his arms as if he was holding a treasure, making her unable to move.