Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

The British horses in Bolai's mind were pampered, and he was wondering how to take care of them, but after seeing four or five stables, he realized that the horses in this stable were not what he thought, which made him even more excited.No matter what kind it is, purebred or mixed, dwarf or pony, their smooth hair is the result of the hard work of the groom, not the warm and comfortable stable. brought up.Bolai's experience in raising horses made him come to this conclusion without a doubt.The only decorations these horses ever wore were trophies of various colors: roses in red, blue, and yellow, which would have been appropriate in a stable.

At the beginning, Bitui took the lead in introducing them one by one, and the groom Gray assisted.But everyone present knows horses, and they inevitably have opinions on every horse, so the original introduction gradually became "free play". Bolai also noticed that Beetui tried to give Simon a chance to speak. "You remember 'Terra'? She had this one with a stallion called 'Cold Steel'." The introducer became Simon, not Beetui - which must have been on Beetui's will arrange. The twin sisters soon got tired and went off somewhere.Ruth had no interest in horses at all, and Jenny was too familiar with everything here, and she was not used to having all this under the control of a person she didn't know.Gray was also chatting with Beetui, and gradually withdrew from their conversation.Now it was just a conversation between the two of them: Beau and Simon face to face.

Simon looked indifferent, as if this afternoon was no different than usual, and Bolai was just an ordinary visitor, but he knew horses quite well.Simon continued to introduce, and Bolai responded from time to time. Beati listened to their conversation and didn't bother them. For many years, it was Bitui who had managed the entire Reichett family business, but every member of the Asybe family also took care of different things according to their own interests.Elaine is mainly in charge of mounts and hunting horses, Simon is in charge of hunting and show horses, and Beatrice is in charge of ponies and mares.When the child's father, Bill, was alive, the mounts and hunting horses were only for the family's leisure use. Sometimes, if there were one or two particularly good horses, Beatrice would make a special trip from London to show her brother.These many times of display have gradually made people familiar with Reichett's name, and it has become a very good advertisement.

So after Bill's death, his sons and daughters, under the guardianship of Bitui, turned their stable into a professional horse farm. "Mr. Gates asked me to ask you if he could speak to you a few words." said one of the assistants in the stable to Mr. Gray. Mr Gray apologized and went back to the stables. Four pillars walked to the door of its room, looked at Bolai coldly for a while, and then pushed him with its Roman nose. "Was it always Jenny's horse?" asked Beau. "No," Beatrice replied, "I originally bought it for Simon as a fourteenth birthday present. But Simon grew up so fast that he thought he was too young. Jenny was only four years old at that time, but she didn't want to. Riding that pony named 'Sharon', she was clamoring for a 'real horse'. So the four pillars were given to her. Over the years, Jenny has tossed it to the point of disregarding all manners, but they They hit each other perfectly." Gray came back and said what Gates really wanted to see was Ms. Ashby, and he wanted to talk to her about the fence.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Bitui replied.When Gray walked away, she turned to Bolai and Simon and said: " He actually wanted to see Bolai.But I want him to wait until tomorrow.This guy is always looking for an opportunity to get his way.If you two still want to see the horses again, remember to go home for afternoon tea.I'm going to see the racetrack with Bo before dark. " "Do you remember Gates?" Simon asked, opening another stable. "do not remember." "He's a tenant at Visey Farm." "And what about the old Mr. Weller?"

"He's dead. Gates is Weiler's son-in-law, and he is in charge of the farm now." The card Simon gave him was exactly what he needed.He wanted to see how Simon would react to his words, but Simon seemed intent on getting a horse out of a stable. "The horses in the last three stables are all new ones, bought from the exhibition. This one is the best, a stallion named 'Gao Shu' and a stallion called 'Gao Ming' The product of my mare, which is four years old this year, is called 'Tibo'." Tippo was covered in black hair, not even a speck of variegation.Bolai had rarely seen such a beautiful horse.He walked out of the stables in person, seemed to feel that he was appreciated, and was happy that his tall beauty was the topic of discussion.But Bo Lai vaguely felt that the horse was a bit pretentious, perhaps because of its standing posture with its legs together, anyway, no matter how you looked at it, it felt that its appearance was a bit inconsistent with the conceit in its eyes.

"Not bad?" Simon asked triumphantly. "Seldom have I seen such a beautiful horse. Look at its skeleton." Simon added: "Excellent run, too." Bolai just looked at the horse silently, unable to say a word. "How?" Simon waited for Bolai's opinion. "A look of complacency." Simon smiled. "Yeah. I think so too. But there's a reason for its complacency." "That's right." "Not only does he grow well, he also runs fantastically and can jump over anything under the sun." Bolai came forward to show kindness to the horse.Tippo accepted his statement, but didn't have any special reaction.It looks like it doesn't care about anything.

"Do you want to ride and see?" "Of course I do." "It hasn't exercised today, it's time to let it move." Simon called a groom: "Arthur, help Tipper get a saddle." "Two saddles, sir?" "No. A light saddle is fine." When the groom walked away, he said to Bo again, "Its mouth wants to play with your hand." Bo Lai saw that Tippo was about to open his mouth and put his hand in his mouth, and thought: Maybe this just means that this horse does not easily obey him, a "Western Cowboy". They watched the other two horses while Arthur saddled Tipper.

"Which one are you riding?" Bolai asked Simon as he saw Simon leading the rest of the horses back to the stable. Simon bolted the stable door, turned to Bo and said, "I thought you wanted to look around by yourself." Because of the sudden good news, Bolai didn't know what to say. "Don't let it get too complacent," Simon added. "No, I'll let him be good," said Beau, as he mounted his first English horse. He chose one of the two whips that Arthur had given him, and turned the horse over the meadow, and walked in another direction. "Where are you going?" Simon asked, seemingly surprised.

"Go to the other side of the grassland," Bo replied.Simon asked in a tone that seemed to say that Bolai had already made up his mind where to go. If the shortcut to the grassland outside the northwest gate had been closed, Simon should have told Bolai; if the shortcut was still open, then Simon had another thing to worry about. "You chose the wrong whip. It can't be used to close the door. Or can you just jump over the fence?" Simon's tone seemed to be questioning him. "I'll come down and close the door." Bolai replied calmly. He slowly moved Tippo toward the middle of the grassland.

"He can play tricks on people, you have to be careful." Simon said reassuringly. "I'll pay attention." Bolly said, walking towards the inner door, where Arthur was already waiting to open it for him.Arthur grinned at him and said, "It's tricky." Bolai turned a corner and walked up the path, still thinking about what Arthur meant by "tricky".I haven't heard this adjective for a long time. It should mean that this horse is a little smart and a little cunning.Yeah, Tippo is a tough guy. The tricky horse walked confidently through the green path covered with small red flowers on both sides.With its ears pricked up, it headed straight for the turf, waiting for a good run.When they came to the shed door at the other end, Tipper writhed as if preparing to jump through. "No," Bolai pulled the rein, and it stopped immediately.The shed door was open, but because there was a sign on it that neatly said "Please close the shed door", Bolai adjusted Tippo's position so that he could close the shed door.Tippo could understand the instructions of the rider's hands and heels very well, and he had no doubts at all; his steady self-confidence was also a new experience for Bolai.Bolai tried several times excitedly and happily, and no matter where he went, Tippo could obey the instructions of his hands and feet. "You are amazing!" Bolai said to him softly. Tipper's ear quivered at him. "You're amazing," he said, clenching his knees, and rode off across the prairie.Tipper began to run lightly, and they were met by tall clumps of juniper and gorse. That's what it's like to be on a good English horse, and Beaule thought happily of the feeling of being almost at one with the horse without having to push too hard. Flying away, where the horse's hooves passed, there was no dust raised up, which was something Bolai had never experienced before.This is England. "England, England, England," seemed to cry the horse's hooves, like a snare drum beating softly on the turf. I don't care, he told himself.I don't care that I'm a criminal, I'm a liar, what does it matter? I've got what I want and it's all worth it.Goodness, how worth it! Even if I were to die tomorrow, I wouldn't regret it at all! They came to the top of the prairie, just ahead of two rows of bushes, forming a natural passage about fifty yards wide that ran along the ridge .Eli.Lodin forgot to mention the passage to him, and it wasn't on the map or aerial view he was shown.He thought about it carefully, but Tipper seemed to take it for granted.It seemed quite familiar with the path between the two rows of bushes. "Okay," Bolai thought, "see what you can do." It's not that Bolai has never ridden a fast horse, and he has quite a lot of experience.He once rode a horse that was as fast as an arrow and won a lot of money.If he just ran fast, he wouldn't feel anything.What surprised Bolai was that this horse could gradually accelerate so imperceptibly, just like a merry-go-round in an amusement park, from slow to fast, all controlled by machinery. The soft air blew past his face, gently tickling his ears, and the smell of grass in the sun mixed with the scent of gorse and the smell of horsewhip leather passed into his nostrils.I don't care! Don't care! Don't care! Said the jumping hoof.Don't care! Don't care! Don't care! Bo Lai's blood also agrees. Even if I die tomorrow, I don't regret it at all! At the end of the stretch, Tippo stopped automatically. But Borley never let his horse have his own way, so he turned south and let Tippo go on.Tippo also obeyed without objection. "My dear fellow," said Borley fondly, running his fingers along the smooth scruff of Tiber's neck, "are all English horses like you? Or are you a special one?" Tipper lowered his head slightly, enjoying Bolai's caress, as if it deserved it. Just as they were walking back, Bolai's attention was attracted by the rural scenery in front of him.This is the village on the map that Luodin showed him, except that Luodin's map was drawn from south to north, but now he is looking from the south.This is the panorama of the village of Carlisle. A little below him to the left is the red roof of Recht, the whole house is located in the center of the racetrack, and to the left is the church, built on a slightly raised terrace.Further to the left, there is the countryside of Carlisle, with rows of roofs hidden among the green trees.The village passed, and the terrain gradually rose.It forms a small valley to the south, which is Carlisle House, where the boarding school is located. Directly opposite him, there is a green hillside called Tanbi District, which is the only way to an ancient quarry, and on the top is a beech forest.There used to be ten beech trees there, but now there are only seven, and the view from here is still beautiful. According to his study of the map, opposite the Tambi area was a hillside about a mile and a half leading straight to a cliff.On the other side of the valley is a piece of farmland, connected with the suburbs of Xishi Town.And there is a small road near the Carlisle house in Tanbi District, which can lead to the seaside—the route he told Mr. Sandu that he ran away from home eight years ago. Suddenly, for the first time, he had the real feeling that the tragedy he had taken advantage of was right in front of him.In the house of the Asybe family, although he also saw everything related to Bert, he was more or less distracted because he still had to deal with many people and things, and he had to be careful not to let his words get out of his mouth; In the wilderness, he clearly saw that eight years ago, that little boy disappeared at the other end of the valley just like that, leaving his family, friends, and everything he had behind him far away without being attached to him at all. behind. Bo Lai, who has had no connection with anyone all his life, feels for the first time that another person's misfortune is so closely related to him.When Lodin mentioned Bert's name to him in that small restaurant, he only sighed contemptuously "poor little thing" to this child who has so much but can't bear the slightest blow.Later, Luo Ding brought those photos to Keyou Garden. After he saw Bert in the photos, he had a strange sense of identity. "This one is Bert. He was about eleven years old at that time." By the iron railing in Keyou Garden, Lodin once said to him with one foot on the railing leisurely, and handed him a photo.It was a photo taken with a Browning camera. When Bolai took it, he was not eager to know more about him except he was curious. However, Bert at this moment is no longer a "poor little thing" that only exists in his mind. up.He was so vividly presented in front of Bolai.Is a very likeable person.Bolai even felt that if he was still alive, he would also like him very much.In the past, he seemed to faintly reject Bert, but now Bert has become his good partner. He was suddenly sad for Bert again. "Ding - ding -!" There were a few indistinct knocking sounds from the valley, and Bo Lai's eyes swept across the Tanbi area, and landed on a small house at the foot of the mountain. Ah, that's the blacksmith's shop, about a quarter of a mile west of the village. What was drawn on the map was a small square sign beside the road, but what appeared before his eyes was a small shop with a black chimney. Play the music of percussion. The scenery of the whole village is just like the illustrations of "My Hometown" he saw in his elementary French textbook.If you add someone walking out of the church and a postman on a bicycle, it will be exactly the same as the illustration in the textbook. Bolly slid off Tipper's back, and, as was his wont, loosened the horse's girdle, and sat down on the ground surrounded by gorse and juniper, admiring the beauty and tranquility of the landscape. English countryside scenery.