Chapter 2 chapter 2

Looking at Zhang Dashan's back while driving, Shaoling suddenly felt strange. The Zhang Dashan she was familiar with was a 1.85-meter tall man with a thick back and a broad face.When he is happy, he is silly, his small eyes are narrowed into slits, and he touches his nose while talking; Any troubles can be thrown into the ground. Shaoling didn't like his rudeness, not since she was in junior high school.One day after school, in the birch forest behind the school, the students divided into two groups to play and catch people.For some reason, Zhang Dashan chased her hard, chasing her one by one, until she crossed two streams.In the end Zhang Dashan reached out to grab her, but no one caught her, he only grabbed the tip of her big black braid, and tore off a few strands of hair, causing Shaoling to squat on the ground in pain, crying .

Zhang Dashan looked at her without saying a word, his huge figure covered her petite shadow like a hill. Later, she was admitted to the No. 1 High School in the county and lived on campus.But Zhang Dashan didn't even get into a vocational high school. After spending two years in the society, he went to the "Pass Passepartout" car repair shop in the county as an apprentice. Wearing a brown corduroy jacket, he walked to the gate of County No. 1 Middle School to find Shaoling, and asked her out to a restaurant. Shaoling didn't want to go, because her classmates were secretly laughing at her, but she couldn't do it if she didn't go, Zhang Dashan's voice was so loud—"What's the matter, did you look down on me after I got into high school?" She had no choice but to go.Really sitting in the restaurant, Zhang Dashan couldn't say a word again, he just knew how to push the dishes on the plate into her bowl, frowning and muttering "You eat as you like", regardless of whether she loves it or not. don't like to eat.

When they were full, the two wandered around the county town, keeping a long distance from each other, looking like two unrelated people. The county seat is only that big, and if you go around, you will always end up in the park in the middle of the street. There is an ugly white horse in the park, with its four hooves soaring and its head raised to the sky. It is said that this is the legendary horse-Sarile. On the white marble steps in front of the statue, there often sits an old Mongolian man wearing a gray-blue silk-faced cloth robe, whose broad skeleton resembles a solidified ancient song.Holding a motouqin in his arms, he rubbed it slowly with horse mane and two gut strings, while singing.

The lyrics are in Mongolian, so Shaoling and Dashan couldn't understand them, but the singing was sad and moving. Every time Shaoling heard it, she felt as if she was going to be melted. To this end, Dashan spent a hundred yuan and asked a middle school teacher who understands Mongolian to translate: Thick wormwood burns like wildfire, Cooking smoke accompanied by mist covered the eyes. Is your shadow faintly in the distance? In the twilight I look around-- looking for you, Like a goshawk looking for a rock. The cow-dung fire in the hearth is extinguished, A lonely harness pole in the corner,

The sound of the bell is you driving the sheep home late? With bated breath I listened— in love with you, Just like a horse loves the grassland. I have no herds of sheep, I have no silver saddle, The past makes me frown, Fate has kept me silent. I lay down silently in the dark— waiting for you As night awaits day...