Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

The moment Gulinar's fingertips left Ye Minglang's palm, Ye Minglang suddenly felt panicky. "Hua Duo'er, you didn't lie to me, did you? Will you come to see me soon?"

Gulinar nodded solemnly, and Ye Minglang finally felt relieved. "Then you have to take good care of yourself, and don't just focus on taking care of Bole."

"understood."

Gulinar got on the horse and followed Nurlan, like a stream of fire, slowly disappearing from the mountains. Gaiilaobai was not in a hurry. He didn't like riding horses now, he liked riding camels, but he was really not in a hurry. He liked to do things slowly, so he stayed at the construction site for a while.

Some workers who knew him came over and talked with him for a while before he walked away contentedly with a smile on his face. However, during this time, Ye Minglang kept watching from a distance and did not come up to pay him a visit.

This also made Jiayi Laobai dissatisfied. On the way back, he happened to meet Ling Fengxi coming down from the 14th Basement. Jiayi Laobai said to Ling Fengxi, "We don't like that guy named Ye. He is too timid and not enthusiastic at all."

Ling Fengxi laughed, "He is a very well-behaved and obedient young man with a bright future."

Jiayi Laobai shook his head. "After all, it's our Gulinar, so we can't make friends with him!"

Compared to the silly Ye Minglang, Ling Fengxi can see many things more clearly. Hearing this, Ling Fengxi couldn't laugh anymore. He suddenly thought of Ayala.

Seeing Ye Minglang staring blankly at his bowl during dinner, Ling Fengxi asked, "Are you thinking about Gulinar?"

Ye Minglang woke up as if from a dream, and said with embarrassment, "Secretary Ling, I—I have something to tell you. Gulinar has left the camp and returned to the ranch. But the milk will still be delivered. She went home to take care of her calf, Bo Le, and can't continue to work with us."

Ye Minglang said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, Secretary Ling, I failed to live up to your care."

Ling Fengxi laughed. "We let her work here because we need an interpreter. It's not really a favor. Since she can't work here, we can't force her. It's okay."

"Thank you, Secretary Ling."

Ye Minglang started eating, and it seemed that the topic had ended. However, Ling Fengxi still wanted to say something to Ye Minglang, but he didn't know how to say it for a while. When the meal was almost finished and Ye Minglang was about to wash the dishes, Ling Fengxi said, "Xiao Ye, actually, ethnic minorities have many rules and regulations that are different from ours. In many cases, if a Han person falls in love with a Kazakh or Hui person, the chances of them being together are still slim."

Ye Minglang was stunned for a moment, then a simple smile appeared on his face. "Secretary Ling, thank you for your concern and care for Gulinar and me. I think she and I can be together. She is very determined, and I am also determined. Besides, it is the 21st century now, and no rules are as rigid as before."

Ling Fengxi nodded, then sighed.

He knew that his words had no effect on young people in love.

He was just a little worried because he was a warning.

The weather in May gradually became warmer, but new problems arose. In addition to various snakes, insects, rats and ants coming back to life, the snow on the Tianshan Mountains began to melt. Often, before people in the camp noticed, some small "streams" appeared. The melted snow water was gathered into small waterways by natural forces.

The entire camp was slowly divided into an irregular grid, and the tents often needed to be moved. If they were not moved, there would most likely be a "stream" flowing through the middle of the tents.

Even though we avoided the creek, the tent was getting increasingly damp.

Wu Yongjie's tent was soaked by such a stream. He opened the curtain and saw a pool of water in the middle of the tent. He felt so angry that his head hurt.

"What's going on? I'm not here, so no one's taking care of my tent? It's soaked, where am I supposed to sleep?" Wu Yongjie's eyes were red with grievance. How much care did he usually give to these heartless brats? How much effort did he put into feeding them, giving them water, and making more money for them?

Why do people turn a blind eye when it is his turn to need care and attention?

He squatted in front of the tent and yelled, "I'm still a patient! How can you treat a patient like this?!"

Fang Ya happened to be giving him an injection. Seeing this, she hurriedly helped him up. "Captain Wu, who are you angry with? We all know you're a patient, but you also have to know that you're a patient. Losing your temper like this is very bad for your health."

Wu Yongjie snorted, "Look over there." He pointed at his tent, looking like he was about to cry with anger.

Fang Ya lifted the curtain and looked inside, also with a puzzled look on her face, "Hey, how come it's soaked in water?"

At this moment, Lin Jinghui and Li Jianguo came over and smiled when they saw Wu Yongjie, "Captain Wu, you are finally back. Even I came back earlier than you." Li Jianguo had a bandage on his head, but he looked very good, walking briskly, and looked completely fine.

Lin Jinghui said, "We've moved our camp a bit east. We've prepared your tent for you. What are you doing here?"

"Are you ready? Isn't this my tent?" Wu Yongjie looked at Fang Ya with some confusion, then looked at his own tent and said, "My tent is full of water."

"Captain Wu, the camp has been flooded these past few days. There are waterways everywhere, and many tents have been soaked. We've all moved to a drier place. We've already moved your things there, but we haven't had time to move this tent yet. We've already set up a new one for you."

Wu Yongjie followed Lin Jinghui and the others into his new tent and found that his tent was "special". In order to prevent it from getting damp, they deliberately got a lot of gravel to raise the "foundation", and also put some wood and other things under the movable tatami inside to raise it.

Sure enough, all his things were there, not a single thing was missing, and the tent was obviously well-tended and arranged.

He lay down comfortably on the tatami and said, "Hey, you little brats, you did a great job. I'm a patient and I need to rest. Go and do your own things and don't hang around me."

Li Jianguo and Lin Jinghui smiled at each other and left without saying much.

Fang Ya had already inserted the needle. "Take off your pants yourself, don't let me do it."

"I've been discharged from the hospital, which means I'm well again. I don't want any injections!" Wu Yongjie looked stubborn.

"Hmm?" Fang Ya's tone was threatening.