Chapter 3 three

three Walked through a well called "Halley" There's nothing on the well platform - buckets and sinks Ganga Halla galloped along the dark canyon.I closed my eyes and leaned over the horse's mane.The river bend, the reeds, the entire Bolegan Grassland, including the solemn celestial burial ditch, are too much for me to look back on.I know that grandma may be watching me reproachfully and intently by that clump of thatch at this moment.Grandma, forget about me... I urged the horse to run faster, grandma, forget about the old Baiyinbao League!It was he who shattered the last dream of your life, because Somia finally crossed that river and gave it to a strange foreign land, and I ran on horseback.The night stretches its black warm embrace.It followed me silently and sympathetically, as if it understood the grievances I couldn't confide in. Of course, only it, only the night grassland that gave birth to the glorious dawn, knew everything.It knows the details of the past in its deep embrace, and knows that I, the stupid and rough Baiyinbaolig, once had a moment of true tenderness and kindness...

Somia and I did not occupy the largest white felt on the north side of the stove.Grandma kindly rapped.Instead, it really alienated us.I've come to be unsmiling and a bit of a meadow-bred youth after I've been absorbed in books and veterinary knowledge.Somia often spent the night in the boxcar at the door when she was laying down the sheep. We were short of words to each other, but we were all guessing at each other.It seems that we are all willing to live like this for a long time, day after day, and quietly protect a rare, invisible bud.It was only when we were discussing some trivial matters in life, such as preparing to sew a robe for someone, and bringing my father who was dazed in the commune to have a meal of mutton——I discovered that Somia was always very excited.She is enthusiastic about every little happy thing in daily life, even eating the "sauce" bought from the commune once, she is so interested.I clearly feel that the fire of hope of ordinary people has been ignited in her body.A happy future like a bright spring can't wait to break into our rugs.

It was then that my father was ordered to transfer jobs.Zeng came to say goodbye to us before he set off for a remote commune in Neighboring Banner.When I was squatting outside butchering sheep, I heard my grandma talking to him about something.Later, I heard my father's voice: "They are still too young, just over sixteen years old... But, Erji, everything is according to your own ideas. Baiyin Baolig is your child first... Hey, there is wine Should I drink something... I am such a lucky person!" When he was about to leave, he hugged me violently.His joints were rattling.I was very embarrassed, but I couldn't push him away.He murmured heavily in his guttural voice:

"Baiyin Baolig! I'm so happy. If your mother is alive, oh---forget it! Let me tell you, you're such a good boy!" A few days later, the commune veterinary station sent me a notice: Qili plans to open a training class on animal husbandry skills to train backbone animal husbandry and veterinarians for the animal husbandry production team for half a year. For several years now, I have longed for real professional study.because I feel.If you continue to follow the old veterinary medicine, you will probably fall into heresy.Think about it, inserting the exhaust pipe of the tractor into the anus of the cow and blowing air to heal those cows that don't want to calve; feeding the horse with dog milk to kill the stillborn in the horse's stomach, and so on.Although this method is often very effective, can it be explained by theory?Perhaps, this training course will lead me into the real science of animal husbandry. I decided not to let go of this hard-won opportunity for a herdsman child.

Of course I thought of Somia.Or it was because of her that I made this choice.When I come back half a year later, Ganga Hara will be a five-year-old horse, a real big horse, and I will also be eighteen years old.Eighteen years old, an adult, the age to impress the grassland, an independent man and the age to start a family and start a business. At the age of eighteen, I will return to the grassland with a burly body, iron-like muscles, and a whole body of skills.Of course, the eighteen-year-old Somia will also be more industrious, more capable, kinder and more beautiful.I would then propose our lives to her with a determined look and a mature air.She and I will have a home that makes the entire prairie envious, take good care of our dear grandma in happiness, and let her enjoy a comforting old age.Oh, I am deeply fascinated by my plan.I am longing for such a future, longing for the day when I will return to the grassland on a black satin-like horse.Life has opened its doors to me, and all its labor, its warmth, its fullness, its rest, is calling strongly to my heart.

I called Suomiya and handed her the notice: "Hey, I'm going to study in Qili, help me pack my things." She hurried to find the saddlebags, and I didn't say anything more—let's leave everything for the future.The next day, a truck came to our production team to pull Qiumao. I agreed with the driver to take his car and report to Qili.The driver was a straightforward Han guy. He said that there were already two people in the driver's cab who took the seat before me. However, he could tie the wool on the roof of the car to build me a house without a roof when loading the wool. "Insurance is as comfortable as flying," he said.

Our Bolegan Grassland is far away from where the flag is located.In order to arrive that day, the driver told me to drive at night—that is, at three o'clock in the morning. After discussing with the family, it was decided that Somia would take me to Qili, help me settle down, buy some things along the way, and then take this car back. At night, the two of us climbed the thick and stiff ropes to the wool stacks that were higher than a yurt.On the top, there is a concave shape made of rectangular wool bales. This is the house the driver talked about. There was an even, close crackling of the wheels of the car on the smooth helegna grass of the meadow.Starlight was sparse in the dark sky; the crescent moon hanging in the middle of the sky in the first half of the night sneaked into a dark cloud that could not discern its shape.Night, deep and vast.Occasionally, when the truck drove up a mountain ridge, some orange light spots suddenly flashed in the blurred field of vision, which were the lights in the tents that had not been extinguished or had been ignited early.But when the car rushed down the dark valley, the mysterious jumping flames were extinguished, only the hazy mountain shadows surrounded us, and sent us the attacking autumn cold.

"Here, is it cold?" I wrapped the thin leather robe around my body and asked her. "Cold. Well, it's too windy..." Her teeth were chattering. After thinking for a while, I undid my belt and spread out the loose robe to cover our knees and chest.Against the tall wool bales, the back is not cold.It's just that the icy cold wind came in from Gai Yan's shoulders, and I grabbed the corner of the robe. "No, you'd better put it on. You'll get sick from the cold." Somia turned to me and said. "No." "Grandma will scold me when you're sick with cold. She'll—"

"Shut up." I scolded her casually. "Hey! Baiyin Baolige, squeeze over, you are too cold!" "I'm not afraid!" I deliberately sat higher, looking at the undulating field under the dim starlight.Our truck roared forward, and the yellow sheep on the side of the road jumped up from their dreams and stared at our huge monster dumbly.When the carriage passed by their standing silhouettes, I felt that these gazelles were like jagged black rocks on the grassy slope.Many brooks in the upper reaches of the Borregon River gurgled and flowed day and night here, as if they were guiding our car to the dawn. I thought about it, and a burst of passion suddenly surged in my heart.isn't it?Like these tireless streams, I too am crossing the lonely and empty desert, leaving behind me a childish life past.On this quiet grassland night, the girl from my hometown is sending me on my journey.Of course I don't feel any cold, silly girl.What is it to take off the fur robe?Do you know how I will protect and care for you in the future... Somia is huddling pitifully beside me, hiding under the leather robe I put on her like a lamb.Under the starlight, I saw her big eyes staring at the darkness and the vast night grassland blinking and blinking.All of a sudden, a strong tide of love rose in my heart, a determination to defend this pure girl from bullying and pain.I suddenly turned over and lifted the leather robe, wrapping the entire robe around her body. Ignoring her startled cries and resistance, I tried my best to tuck the robe tightly under her shoulders, waist, and legs.Although the cold wind immediately blew through the fleece I was wearing underneath, making me breathless, but I felt so happy, no, satisfied or proud.I have never felt such a heroic pride.

"No—" Somiya struggled to jump up. "Bapa—Baiyinbaolig... Are you crazy? You will freeze to death!" She shouted in surprise, and threw herself at me with her leather robe raised in both hands. At this time, the car suddenly slanted and rushed into a shallow stream, and the full load of wool bales shook heavily.I couldn't sit still, and fell on the side wall of the "house".Somiya cried out and fell heavily in my arms, her cold cheek touched my neck.There was a majestic wave in my chest, and my heart was like a drum of war that suddenly sounded. I desperately and frantically held her in my arms, caressed and kissed her carelessly, I held her so tightly , so that she moaned softly.I was so excited that I was incoherent, I just kept mumbling: "Somia, Shana Shana..."

Somia pressed against me tightly, stuck her head firmly in my arms, and refused to lift it up.I didn't realize that she was crying until a small piece of my clothes were warm and wet. At this time, the car was driving in an open desert with flowing water.The motor roared, and the tall wool bale swayed. I shook Somia's body, reached out and cupped her cheeks, and shouted anxiously to her: "Somia! Don't cry, you fool! Listen to me!" Said, I have thought about it a long time ago, when I come back next year, I will - get married! Do you hear me? Half a year, get married!". Somia sobbed and nodded vigorously. In this way, we hugged each other tightly, driving away the coldness of the autumn night before dawn with the heat of youth and the more heart-warming beautiful vision. The truck drove faster and faster, like a tall, dark horse.The vast grassland and the mountain ridges receded from both sides with a roar.Oh, what a vast world!What a bright future!I couldn't help humming softly, but Somia stopped me.She put her hand over my mouth and touched my face softly.Finally, she ran her fingers through my hair and messed it up.Smooth again.She kissed me long and without a word, so moist, warm, and poignant.In the darkness, her big eyes stared at me blinking.The depths of the eyes are so crystal clear.The sound of the waves and drums in my chest was excited again, with a blissful dizziness, inexplicable disturbance, and a patron saint-like, manly sense of responsibility, I wrapped the leather robe tightly around Somiya, and then held her tightly. little hands.The wheels splashed the water of the stream, and the flying water droplets scattered high and high, as if they had touched our hot faces.There may be a thick layer of clouds floating overhead, we can't see it, but we can believe that it covers the star Jorima and the waning moon in the sky.We hugged and held hands together silently, making our palms sweat from the heat, and the coldness of night had faded from the eastern sky.Although it is still dark blue, and the clusters of remnant stars dotted in it are still shining brightly, but behind the black curtain dotted with stars.Already rising awake, and wafting here quietly the first harmonies of a sublime music.It can't be heard, maybe it has no sound at all, but it has indeed appeared and is getting closer.It deprives the equable calm of the wild night.Maybe it is love, it surges, injecting restless and energetic emotions into the night grassland that has been dark for too long. Somia touched my cheek with her sideburns.She whispered in a barely audible voice, "You are so kind! Bapa..." At this moment, our big truck roared up to the highest mountain pass on Qinger Obo line.Suomi Ya's face facing me suddenly turned red and charming at that moment.I turned to the east in surprise— Ah, sunrise... very far away, probably tens of thousands of miles away, at the sea east of the grassland, on the dazzling horizon, half a round of bright red sun trembling uncomfortably exposed.The blue-black cloud that covered the sky stretching eastward from above our heads was there melted at the edges by the fiery red sun.The flaming, red and intoxicating glow is spreading and jumping at the end of the open and boundless land, irresistibly cutting off the long night of the grassland in the far east. Oh, words can no longer describe.It was the most beautiful and majestic dawn I have ever seen in my life. We have already stood up unconsciously, looking at the east in the strong and enthusiastic beams of sunlight.Somia opened her eyes wide in surprise, staring at the burning red clouds in the sky, her face was fixed with a moved expression for a long time, the golden red morning glow shone in her black eyes, turning into a star of joy there sparks.I held back my heartbeat, held my breath, and held her hand firmly.The half-round red sun turned and danced lightly, and finally broke free from the ground and leaped into the human world.Somia suddenly hugged me, and I pressed her to my chest.We stared intently at this once-in-a-lifetime beauty, and we were sincerely grateful to the sun and the earth, our grassland mothers, and their blessings to us. ... Oh, dawn, dawn reddened by the morning glow!What an intoxicating beginning you have given us! Until now, I still think that even if I lost all these beautiful things; even if I can only trek through the grassland in anxiety, looking for the girl from the past, and knowing that she no longer belongs to me; even if I know that I am just being stubborn determined to find her, and to find her would be to relive the dreadful agony—I still think I am a happy man.Because I lived that way after all.Because life gave me such an unforgettable start after all.I will always remember the incredible beauty of the morning glow and the trembling sun leaping from the end of the earth.I think the sun that day also showed the purest and most beautiful human emotions.Even though I am now stepping on the repeated and endlessly sad beat of ancient songs, chewing and swallowing the sins and pains I deserve and imposed on me, I still feel: to be a person with a rich heart, Ming Xiao People who love and hate reasons are, after all, lucky in life.