The candlelight was very dim, and it shone on the old man's face, making it particularly desolate.
The old man has been smiling at us since we entered the door.
She couldn't speak Mandarin and kept speaking in a language that I didn't understand. Although I couldn't understand it, I knew that it must be words of blessing.
Her daughter-in-law acted as a translator and carefully explained to us sentence by sentence.
She told us that her name was Narentuoya, which means Xia Guang in Chinese. Her mother-in-law's name was Gergentana, which means Pearl. She also said, "This is the Xilamuren Grassland, which is a very famous scenic spot, but there are also
Because of the changes of the times, people no longer like natural scenery, and they all like to seek excitement and passion. Therefore, no one has been here for a long time. It is only some tribesmen who live here, year after year, and few outsiders come here.
So, it’s surprising that you are here. Are you here for tourism?”
"We are here to meet a friend. He said that he lives here and this is his hometown. I want to come and see him." I smiled and took a sip of the goat's milk wine, which was sour and sweet, with the goat's milk.
It smelled fishy, but he said it tasted good. He paused and said, "He should be married now. I don't know if he has any children."
"Looking for a friend." Narentoya smiled, showing her white teeth. "Then your friend is so lucky. A beautiful friend like you came all the way to see him. I don't know what your friend's name is.
.I can help you look for it."
I looked at this dark-faced woman with gratitude. She was really a kind woman. "Thank you. My friend's name is Rao Xuyao. He lives here."
"Rao Xuyao? It's a Han name. Don't you know his Mongolian name?" Narentuoya picked the oil heart on the lampstand. The candlelight became brighter. She added, "It's easier to find a Mongolian name if you know it."
I was a little confused. "I don't know his Mongolian name. But I know his appearance. He is particularly beautiful. His eyes are pure jet black. His contours are very soft and his skin is very white. His voice is also very nice. He is very healthy."
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Narentoya frowned in confusion, "Are you sure he is a Mongolian? There are more than 200 families living here, and I have never seen the person you mentioned. In other words, your friend has never returned here at all."
I was startled and felt a chill in my heart. "How could it be? He lives here. He said this is his hometown and he will return here even if he dies."
Naren Tuoya wanted to say something more, but was pushed hard by the mother-in-law beside her. The old woman rubbed her hazy eyes and nodded to Na Ren Tuoya. The old voice was a little deep, "It's time.
It’s time to give them incense.”
"Yes." Narentoya smiled apologetically at us and turned around and entered the inner room of the curtain.
I looked around strangely, wondering what she was doing inside.
From the shadow reflected through the curtain, it can be judged that Narentoya is kneeling on the ground and does not know what she is doing.
The old woman squinted her eyes and moved her body to block my gaze.
Knowing that I had failed, I quickly withdrew my gaze, lowered my head, and focused on the goat's milk wine in my hand.
The pure milky white reminds me of Rao Xuyao's charming smile.
I remember when I first met him, Poppy once said that he was purer than pure milk.
Thinking about it at this moment, I wonder if he is still that pure and whether the years have taken away his clean purity.