Chapter 4 Four

Four Passed by two - tent for "Ayler" That person doesn't have one at home - my missing sister Ganga Halla is a fine horse indeed.Although it is a little bit old, it runs fast and steady.I rode it, walked uphill, ran downhill, and drove more than 200 miles a night and a day.On the left side of the road, the majestic silhouette of Baiyinwula Mountain can already be seen gradually approaching. In the evening, on the grassy beach of Baiyinwula, I walked confidently, looking at the figure of every woman in the distance. I didn't make up my mind until it was completely dark. Baoqian dismounted.

I pushed open the door and greeted the dimly lit bag.It took a long time to discern that there were two old men smoking silently sitting on top of the mat.During the simple conversation, I looked at the bag, but there was no woman.Judging from the simple and well-organized furniture and utensils, I knew that these must be two past lamas.This kind of family is the place I am most satisfied with. An old man took out a chopping board, pulled out a knife from the crossbar on the back of the chopping board, slowly cut some meat, and then made noodles on the square chopping board, and when he finally put the noodles in the pot, he turned the chopping board over After covering the pot, I discreetly asked them about Somia.The old man who cooks noodles said:

"I see, you are asking about the wife of Dawacang, the cart owner. But, uh...they don't live on the grass, they seem to live in the commune? Is that so?" He asked another old man. The old man filled another bag of cigarettes and lit it.He smacked the fake jade cigarette holder for a long time, before he said lazily: "Well. Dawacang lives in Nuogai Nur. I saw his wife two days ago." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his legs and carefully knocked the ashes in the cigarette pot on the soles of his boots. ask.He yawned, started packing the pillowcase, and lay down.

The oil lamp went out.I wrapped the blanket tightly, pillowed on my arm, and looked out at the night sky through the skylight. It was already the night of Baiyinwula Grassland. Is Somia really under this night sky? The animal husbandry technology training course was extended for two months.By the time I got back to the Berragan Grassland, it was already the beginning of May, when the turf was turning green. I did well and got compliments from my teachers in both small animal improvement and veterinary medicine.At the graduation ceremony, I got a certificate and a set of prizes - a leather medicine box full of veterinary equipment.

Director Li of the Banner Animal Husbandry Bureau said.Both the Department of Animal Husbandry and the Department of Veterinary Medicine of Inner Mongolia Agriculture and Animal Husbandry College are recruiting new students here this year. According to my academic performance, if I am willing, the Banner Animal Husbandry Bureau is willing to recommend me to go to any of the departments for further study.I read that form.I gave it back to Director Li, I said.It's so tempting, but I don't want to leave the grassland.Director Li advised me to reconsider.He said: "You should know what an opportunity is. Not every prairie youth can meet it." But early the next morning, I stepped on a borrowed horse and headed towards the Boregon River Bend gallop away.

When approaching the door of the house, I saw grandma and Somia standing at the door from a distance.The wind was blowing their robes up and down. Oh, this is an opportunity that is hard to buy!Together with the girl you love, work and live, welcome the mornings of burning red clouds, and be a real man.How did such a prospect attract me! Grandma was still chattering about this and that, and Somia brought out so many delicious things for me.I was sorting out the big bag of books I brought back, and I was very happy.I stacked these books on the lid of the box and felt that our home had a new look.Everything is about to begin, and we have solemnly and carefully discussed the matter of my marriage to Somia.We wanted to wait until the fall, when we were done with lambing, shearing and herd quarantine, and maybe Dad would be free then.Grandma is going to burn a big bucket of milk wine for him in summer, so that he can come here and drink to his heart's content.

With books, of course I like reading more.I am still in the habit of reaching out for the tea bowl after reading a page.At that time, Somia immediately poured the hot and fragrant milk tea into the bowl in my hand. At that time, I still looked at her, and sometimes I would meet her staring at me in a daze.However, her eyes and expression are very strange, and it can even be said to be dejected.She stared at me cautiously and hesitantly. That gaze not only made me feel strange, but also seemed to contain hostile vigilance.It was a woman's look. I am surprised.Is the bride so suspicious of her fiancé?I said, "Somiya, what's the matter with you? Hey, come here." But she hurriedly shook her head and hurriedly pushed the door out.Loose robes without belts caught her feet.

One evening a few days after returning home, I went to a shepherd's house to heal some lame goats after I finished my work.The host brought out a plastic bucket and invited me to drink.At this time, a group of wandering herdsmen came, so everyone gathered around the fire and drank. After drinking for a while and singing for a while, everyone was drunk. I was in a good mood and sang very loudly.At this time, the yellow-haired Sheila drunkenly took my shoulder and asked: "Baiyin Baolig, you... are so happy, tell us the happy things... listen!" "That's right, brother Sheila." I poured out my heart to him excitedly, "I'm going to... soon to marry Somia! I'm not going to the Agriculture and Animal Husbandry College! No! I'm going to be with... and Somiya forever Mia...and Erji, um...forever!" My tongue was stiff but my heart was full of sweetness.

"Somiya? Quack, quack, quack," Sheila laughed strangely.He picked up half a bowl of spirits, gulped it down, and leaned towards me again, "That's really... really a beautiful little cow... Hehe, that milk—that milk, sweet—— "He leaned forward and back together happily, and finally hummed. In the dark, someone yelled at Chi: "Shut up! Sheila!" "What nonsense are you talking about!" "Shut up, you're drunk!" "I'm talking nonsense?" Sheila jumped up suddenly, exhaling a strong smell of alcohol, her blood-red eyes slanted, scanning viciously at the people in the room.Finally, he stared at me for a long time.Then, he laughed shamelessly: "Anyway, Baiyinbaolig understands best! Right? Is your beautiful... little cow calving soon? Yes! The yellow calf... quack quack... right, brother? "

I am mad.I jumped up violently, threw off the shepherd who was pulling me, lifted my boots fiercely, kicked the yellow fur onto the felt, and rushed out of the cabin door. When I angrily pulled Ganga? Hara's rein and stepped on the stirrup, there was a vicious and frenzied roar from the vile yellow hair in the bag: "Go back! Pet your little cow... …I, Sheila, give you her calf!" I whipped the horse hard, and the black horse's four hooves hit the stone heavily with a string of sparks.The vicious curse of the yellow-haired ghost stunned me.Since I grew up in this grassland, I have never heard such dirty words!我后悔没有揍那张污秽的嘴，或者用头号粗针头给他扎上一针冬眠灵----他居然如此放肆地侮辱和中伤我的爱情，还有我亲爱的索米娅！

The black horse stopped abruptly at the door, I got off the horse and knocked open the door.At the same time, I heard a shrill scream. Somia is changing clothes.She hadn't had time to button the front of her gown.My eyes were riveted—behind her open robe, I could see a high, protruding belly. I was stunned, holding on to the door frame without moving, just staring straight at her who was at least five or six months pregnant.bulging belly.In an instant, I seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of Huangmao Xila's vicious words, and I also understood Suomia's strange expression and hostile eyes in the past few days. Nai Ming was sound asleep beside him.Somia looked at me in bewilderment and fear, and slowly retreated towards the corner.She buttoned the buttons on her gown, but couldn't.I saw tears welling up in her wide eyes.Alcohol and rage had taken hold of me, but an inexplicable sadness came over me, making me miserable and sad.I walked towards her step by step, and she retreated step by step.I asked desperately: "Really... is it the yellow-haired ghost Sheila?" I heard my voice, and it seemed like it was crying. Somia leaned against the felt wall, trembling.She stared at me without saying a word, with tears streaming down her face. It was black before my eyes... Oh, the blond-haired Sheila was a real villain, and no one can count the number of herdsmen women he has played with.There are already many children with ugly yellow hair on the grassland.Looking at people with dull and gloomy eyes, I have heard people pointing to those children more than once and saying: "Huh, they are all the seeds of the yellow-haired Sheila!" I flew into a fit of rage, and had horrible convulsions, and I felt like stars were popping up in front of my eyes.I swooped over, grabbed Somia by the collar, and shook her desperately, asking her to speak.But she became more and more silent stubbornly.I yelled frantically and shook her even harder: "Say it! Tell it! Why... say... You say it! That yellow-haired evil spirit!". "Let go—" Suomi Ya suddenly screamed sharply, "My child! My child! You—— let go! Let go—" she cried, struggling in my desperate grip on her with.Suddenly, she lowered her head and bit my stiff hand hard! I gasped in pain, and loosened my hand limply.Somiya was stunned for a moment, covered her face and burst into tears. She bumped away from me and ran outside with disheveled hair. I wiped the blood off my hands, and a new layer of blood oozed from the wound immediately.I sat down slumped, and suddenly saw my fluffy white-haired grandma staring at me sternly.It turned out that she had been sitting aside a long time ago. I wanted to call her "Grandma", but I couldn't.She looked at me like that, which made me feel very uncomfortable, and a really terrible thought came to me for the first time: it suddenly occurred to me that I was not the old man's own flesh and blood. Grandma spoke slowly.She talked a lot, but I didn't listen to it, and I didn't want to listen to it.It is nothing more than some process that abounds in the ancient grasslands, the ugliness of which we have heard for a long time and are determined to end in our generation.These ugly things are like the night chasing the sun, chasing, tarnishing, and even killing the too fragile and beautiful things everywhere.Therefore, Somia could not escape the bad luck that happened when she met the yellow-haired Sheila on the water fetching road. "Well, since you went to study, that Sheila has made us so noisy that we have no peace all autumn," grandma said with emotion, "this dog Lexi." Judging from her tone, she obviously didn't think the matter was serious. I was silent.There was silence in the bag.Grandma bowed her head and counted her rosary.Outside the door, amidst the barking of dogs in the distance, one could faintly hear Somia weeping in the boxcar. I opened the box and took out a Mongolian knife my father gave me.I pulled out the knife vigorously in grief and anger, and the bright light of the knife flashed under the lamp.Grandma raised her head and looked at me puzzled. "Baiyin Baolig, why," she said in a strange tone, "what, child, is it worth killing people for this matter?" I am angry.I resentfully and angrily asked her: "What? Does such a villain deserve to live until tomorrow?" She shook her head disapprovingly, then began to scratch her white hair, and she muttered, "No, boy. The Buddha and the shepherds will be against you. Sheila's bastard...isn't too much of a sin." She held out to me. Passing a bony hand, "Here I am, good boy. Let me put away your frightful thing... What's there? Women—haven't they been like this for generations? Well, you know It is also a reassuring thing that Mia can give birth." I was shaking with anger.But I feel even more unbearably lonely.The dagger in his hand fell heavily to the ground.I couldn't say a word, I just stared at the silver-haired old man with pain and emotion.I pushed the door and walked outside the bag, and the bright silver moon was hanging quietly in the sky.I stood leaning against the door, staring at the vast and confused grassland for a long time. Ganga? Hara neighed.I saw it was in the saddle and stirrups, stomping its feet energetically, as if waiting for me.No, there is no need for us to seek revenge, my friend.I approached it and started to loosen its girth, which was tight, and as I undid it, a pain ached in the back of my bleeding hand.Exhausted, I buried my face in the horse's mane, which snorted uneasily and pawed the grass with its front hooves. …Maybe it’s because the habit of studying over the past few years has gradually cultivated another quality in me, maybe it’s because I’m not a native-born shepherd after all, and I discovered the difference between myself and this place.I cannot tolerate the habits and natural laws of the steppe to which my grandmother is accustomed, although I love it so passionately.I hugged Ganga? Hara's neck in the dark, enduring the terrible torment in my heart.No matter how desperately I try to stop myself, no matter how I drown out the little spark of temptation with the rolling river of the past, a new desire has been born in the pain.This desire is calling me and driving me to pursue a life that is purer, more civilized, more respectful of people, and full of career charm. But I must not be without Somia!I recall the long ten years of life that started far away from my childhood.The life in the past was so kind, just like the grass roots soaked in the valley during the snow melting season in spring, and the gurgling stream.The stream is clear and sweet, soaking every inch of my heart.I seemed to see those days when I was young and carefree; I saw the bright sparks in Somia's beautiful eyes, and the flaming red glow that dwarfed all the beauty of nature and human beings.I went to the front of the boxcar and called Somia softly.I wish she could kiss me again with wet lips and put her fingers in my head.I waited for her to tell me all her grievances and pains.I will forgive her in the end, and I firmly believe that there will be a way to keep the demon Sheila alive until she dies. Somia has stopped crying, but she doesn't answer my calls.I stood beside the boxcar for a long time before returning to the bag.That night, I stayed up all night. Two days passed.Somia has regained her composure.I've been waiting for her to confide in me.Whenever I came back from drinking horses, from a doctor's appointment, or walked near the boxcar at night, I always thought that she would immediately appear in front of me and rush at me. But no, two days passed like this. On the morning of the third day, I went to drive cattle in the Borregon River Bend. On a shallow meadow separated by reeds, I met my enemy: the yellow-haired Sheila. He was riding a brown and white pinto horse, and he wore a soft peaked cap askew.When he saw me, he was at a loss and seemed to want to strike up a conversation with me.But as soon as the corner of his mouth moved, I saw that vicious and obscene smile. My anger flared up.Cramped hands could barely hold the reins.Suddenly, Ganga Halla screamed and jumped up, rushing towards him.I also swung my horsewhip vigorously, and slammed it towards that ugly face of the ground.The peaked cap flew off, and I saw that scorched head headlong towards the saline-alkali land on the river beach, so I dismounted and walked towards him.Sheila glared at me fiercely, then suddenly jumped up and rushed towards me. I wrestled with him for a long time, and knocked down a large piece of reed.My lower abdomen was in unbearable pain from his kick, but he was finally knocked over by me in the blue river, and the waves splashed high and far. I was shaking all over, enduring the sharp pain in my lower abdomen, got on the black horse, and walked home slowly. Outside the door, I heard Baoli Somiya talking to grandma. I clutched my belly and walked to the door step by step with difficulty.I heard Somia's voice: "Grandma, this cloth is so beautiful." My steps were so light that they didn't hear me.I was thirsty as hell and nauseous enough to throw up.I wanted to call Soumia to help me, but I couldn't make a sound.I struggled to open the door, and Somiya's voice stopped.I saw her hastily hiding a pair of baby shoes sewn in red flower flannelette.She looked at me vigilantly, and hid the little shoes for the baby behind her back without saying a word. A wave of despair and sadness that I had never experienced enveloped me, and I felt a sour stuff clogging my throat.I turned my face away and spat a sticky mouthful of blood on the grass outside - like them, I didn't let them see.I leaned weakly on the door frame, slid slowly and sat on the threshold, staring at Somia intently.But the turbulent miya seemed to remember something, and suddenly rushed towards the door recklessly.I raised an arm and said softly, "Don't go to the boxcar... Somia, this is your home." A sentence slipped out somehow.Later, I wondered for a long time: where did I find such a sentence.I say: "Don't go—it's time for me to go... Somia, grandma, I'm going."