Crossing the Western Tianshan Mountains

That night, the temperature dropped sharply. Fortunately, the workers were accustomed to such sudden changes in the weather in Western Tianshan and had prepared thicker quilts. They were no longer living in tents, but in a sturdy civil structure house. Although they could hear the howling wind outside the window, the house was still relatively warm.

Some workers suddenly wiped away tears. "It turns out living in a normal house is so good. Back then, when we first arrived, we lived in tents for two or three months. It was really miserable. It was not a life for human beings."

"That's right, I don't even dare to think about how we got here."

"Does anyone have anything delicious? If you have any, bring them out. Let's reminisce about the good old days."

The workers in each dormitory had almost the same idea. The cold wind was howling outside, but the lights were brightly on inside... In fact, there was a fixed time to turn off the lights, but Ling Fengxi gave an order that the lights could be turned off later tonight.

He was mainly afraid of such strong winds. If it snowed again, if there was an emergency with the engineering or machinery, it would be easier to handle if everyone was awake.

His idea was indeed a bit cold-blooded and ruthless, but other people didn't know it. They just thought Ling Fengxi was really considerate. It would be meaningless to turn off the lights early in such weather.

However, Wu Yongjie saw through Ling Fengxi's true thoughts at a glance and said "Tsk" sarcastically.

Fang Ya stood in front of the window with her arms folded. It was pitch black outside the window, the wind was strong, and there were few trees. Small pieces of sand and gravel were blown up and hit the window. The window felt like it was being knocked by a ghost hand. Fang Ya took a step back involuntarily, hoping that the glass was strong enough to hold on.

Cheng Yue huddled in bed in fear. "Oh my god, this window won't be broken, will it? What if it is broken? This is too scary."

Gu Yurou simply burst into tears, "I miss home so much..."

Gu Yurou had actually just graduated not long ago. When she heard that she could come to the West Tianshan Tunnel Project, she also looked at the travel guide in advance. Although West Tianshan is not a tourist area or a living area, there is still some information about it on the Internet. She knows that it is located in an area with high cold, high latitude, high altitude and high earthquake intensity. It is located on the southern foot of West Tianshan Mountain and is covered with ice and snow all year round. Even in July, its external temperature is relatively low.

But she still came without hesitation, she believed that young people should not be afraid of hard work and should go out to experience the world. In May, when the snow in the Western Tianshan Mountains showed signs of melting, she also told everyone that the guide was wrong.

Where is there a place covered in snow year-round? Hasn't the snow melted? Hasn't the grass grown?

But she forgot that this is a mountainous area, and it is a mountainous area that divides the north and south regions. Its high latitude and high altitude make it a place with unpredictable temperature changes, and it will be affected by multiple air currents.

It’s July now, and it’s said it’s going to rain.

How wronged was it that the Western Tianshan Mountains had to have snow in July? Dou E was wronged so badly, yet it still snowed in June, not even into July.

Western Tianshan is really terrifying.

Gu Yurou really felt a little regretful at this moment. Cheng Yue gave her some Tajik bread bought from the county. She took the bread, but did not stop crying.

Eat while crying.

Tonight, Gulinar actually had a harder time. They had just moved to the pasture near the West Tianshan Tunnel project. The sheep pen was a circular fence surrounded by wood, and under the strong wind, even these fences were blown down.

Nurlan's leg had just gotten better, but he still had to limp and drive the frightened sheep against the strong wind, trying to keep them together.

It was even more impossible for Gulinar to stay in the room to rest. At the same time, their Apa Ata also came out, and even Jiayi Laobai came out. The five of them rode horses and tried to control the flock of sheep within a fixed range from five directions.

In the dark night, Gulinar's red dress was still eye-catching, like a small ball of flame, flying back and forth in the strong wind. The whip in her hand was long and thick, and she swung it with a snapping sound. The already crazy flock of sheep were frightened by the sound and turned back to shout. Nurlan and Ata Apa also swung their whips.

The wind was still strong, and hailstones and raindrops as big as soybeans began to mix with it. Gulinar started crying and yelled, "Silly sheep! Silly sheep! Lie down quickly! Lie down and lower your head!"

The good thing is that because it is relatively cold in the Western Tianshan Mountains, the sheep have not been sheared yet. Their fur is relatively thick and they will not be killed by such hail. However, some stupid sheep will be injured in the eyes and noses. After each hailstorm, there will always be a group of sheep falling down.

Gulinar wore a fur hat and a thick mask on her face, but hail still hit her hands and eyes. She used one hand to protect her eyes, watching the movements of the sheep through her fingers, and the other hand to swing the whip.

After about half an hour, the frightened flock of sheep was finally controlled. The sheep all lay down on the ground, one next to the other, and most of them hid their heads under the wool of their companions.

At this time the hail stopped.

Gulinar, her parents and Nurlan were still guarding their own areas. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her face. When she looked up, she saw that it was white snow falling down.

In almost a minute, the snow turned into heavy snow.

Gulinar's heart sank to the bottom. This time, she had insisted on moving to this area, but it was snowing... She was afraid that many sheep would be frozen to death after one night.

She took out her phone and found that there were five or six missed calls, all from Ye Minglang. She called back.

As soon as Ye Minglang picked up the phone, he heard Gulinar's trembling voice, "Minglang, it's going to snow. It's so cold."

"Aren't you in the tent? Light the fire."

"We were outside, trying to control the sheep, and they got spooked... We've got them under control now, but it's snowing. It's already July, why is it snowing again?"

Gulinar's tone was filled with unprecedented fragility and fear. "Minglang, I'm afraid these sheep won't be able to survive and will freeze to death. We made the wrong move this time. We should have listened to Ata and moved closer to the foot of the mountain. Are the sheep going to freeze to death this time?"

Ye Minglang finally realized the seriousness of the situation and sat up. "It's okay. The sheep in the Western Tianshan Mountains are not afraid of the cold and won't freeze to death in winter. How could they freeze to death in the summer..."

"You don't understand, the sheep all freeze to death in the summer..." Gulinar couldn't help crying.

Ye Minglang couldn't sleep anymore, so he walked to the window and looked outside, as if he saw through the window the lonely figure of Gulinar riding on a horse on the grassland.

Under the dark sky, the wind and rain, and the heavy snow, only Gulinar's small flame swayed in the wind. This flame was bright, pitiful, lovely, and heartbreaking...