Lin Mo took a closer look and saw that it was a black stone, as big as a goose egg.
The texture is fine and dense, with an oily sheen. It seems to be the result of years of rubbing in the hands, and it has become slightly patinated.
Lin Mo laughed, and Said had the same smile on his face.
No one thought this was a worthless gift.
On the contrary, both of them saw a childlike innocence like gold in this black stone. This is indeed the most precious gift.
In such a poor village, it is common for children to lack toys, urinate in mud, and play with stones.
Children have no values at all. It is nothing unusual to pick up a random stone and treat it as a treasure. They can play with it endlessly while holding it in their hands.
Maybe this stone is a little darker, heavier and harder than ordinary stones, but stones like this should be found all over the mountains and plains. It is not surprising. It just happened to be picked by Ali. It is both inexplicable and logical.
A worthless treasure that only belongs to children.
However, given the unstable temperament of a child who likes the new and dislikes the old, it is not easy to keep it for so long. Maybe it is some kind of spiritual sustenance when the father is not around.
What is precious is not the stone itself, but some kind of sustenance attached to the stone.
This scene was witnessed by Ali's mother and grandmother, as well as two older imams. The adults looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
Ali immediately blushed, and all the courage he had mustered up suddenly disappeared, and he quickly hid next to his mother. His mother was the veiled woman who was preparing lunch in the kitchen before.
"Thank you very much for the hospitality. If you don't bother me, it's time for us to leave."
The task handed over to "Yuri" was successfully completed, and Lin Mo finally let go of a big stone in his heart.
Fortunately, I took a look in person, otherwise I would never have peace of mind in this life. The desolate and barren small village can only maintain food and clothing at best.
"How is it possible? When I was in the United States, my Persian teacher praised me for speaking very well!"
Gagor Brown thought he was proficient in Farsi, Arabic, Turkish and Pashto. The internal affairs department of the company was responsible for assisting with business in the Middle East. However, he was unexpectedly dismissed by Veri, an expert in charge of field operations and security work.
.Chuck thought that the Persian he spoke was full of mistakes and caused misunderstandings, but this evaluation made him very depressed.
Veri Chuck continued to drive without looking away, and asked casually: "Is your Persian teacher Iranian?"
The road was very empty, and there were no vehicles or pedestrians in sight. Under the blazing sunshine, their car was the only one driving by, bringing with it the noisy sand and dust.
"Uh, no, he's an Israeli..." Gagor Brown's eyes suddenly widened... Willy Chuck rolled his eyes at his colleague, threw away most of the bottle he had sucked.
cigarette.
This is his personal habit, which means there will always be cigarettes left.
Realizing what the problem was, Gagor Brown coughed a few pretentiously, lowered his head and looked at the tablet in his hand, but he could not hide his embarrassment.
Iranians and Israelis are naturally difficult to deal with. If you speak Jewish-flavored Persian, they will treat you well. You have a strange look on your face.
Silence returned to the carriage.
Both sides of the road are dry and desolate, with earthy yellow clay mounds everywhere, or large rocks and fine gravel, and it is difficult to even see a blade of grass.
Gagor Brown and Viry Chak took a plane from the United States around half of the world to Iran, took trains and cars, and finally found their destination according to the satellite navigation map, a place called Var.
An ordinary small village in Canada.
Along the way, Gagor Brown spoke half-toned Persian, and Veri Chak held the translated notes and used them to explore Iran, a place they were unfamiliar with.
I don’t know how many circles I went around before I finally found the hometown of Abu Hassan Zargar, a temporary employee of Northrop Grumman Company.
This was just to send a large-denomination check. The company's senior management requested that it be delivered in person and express condolences to his family to express their respect for the employees who had made sacrifices for the company.
"There are still fifteen minutes left. Oh my God, we are almost missing our meal. It seems that we can only eat the damn compressed dry food at noon. Chuck, wait until the check and things are handed over. After saying what needs to be said, we can
Go and enjoy yourself, damn it. There are no bars in Iran, okay, let’s hurry up and book a return ticket. The United States is paradise, we must make up for it well.”
Gagor Brown noticed that Willy Chuck, his companion in the passenger seat, was still looking glum, so he stretched out his thick, furry hand and patted him, and continued: "Hey! Man, I told you not to look so dead.
Like this, now that we have finally managed to get through and become a regular employee, we should work harder. I know what you are thinking. It is hard to find a job these days, and there are many people who are not in the right field. Give me your damn geological and exploration expertise.
Forget it, people always have to look forward, right?"
Willy Chuck glanced at Gagor Brown resentfully and said: "You know, I spent so much time studying for a Ph.D., but I never thought of doing a job that I have no interest in, even though
It paid well, but it wasn't what I wanted."
In the past few days when the two of them were traveling together, Viry Chuck and Gagor Brown talked about everything. Gagor Brown also knew that Viry Chuck was not satisfied with his current job, although
He is excellent in every task. However, the department head's comments always say that he lacks passion for work.
Gagor Brown shook his head like a rattle and said: "Chuck! Chuck! Don't get cheap and be good. I, Gagor, also have a master's degree in astronomy. Look, Persian, Arabic
, Turkish, Pashto, I am still learning Russian and French. God, I have almost become a translator for many countries. I have returned my astronomy knowledge to the university a long time ago, but now I am doing a good job differently? Think about it.
Look, man, you're paying so much for a job with your major in school? Me, ahem!...Oh shit!"
Suddenly, there was a harsh sound of car horns nearby, and a loaded truck suddenly passed by the Cherokee quickly, and the smoke it brought was swept into the carriages of Gagor Brown and Willy Chuck.
In order to save fuel and smoke without turning on the air conditioner, they did not roll up the car windows.
"God curses you, oh no, this is not God's territory, eh! Allah has cursed you!"
Gagor Brown leaned half out of the car window and raised his middle finger fiercely at the large truck that was speeding away. Unexpectedly, another large truck passed by and rolled up.
The sand and dust made him take a few bites.
"Bah! Bastard!"
Willy Chuck in the cab was also attacked again, and he quickly raised the window.
Large trucks passed by one after another and rushed in front of the Cherokee. It was a large convoy with English spray-painted on the body. It seemed to be the Boulogne Mining Company.
Suddenly, the big truck at the front slowly stopped and blocked the road menacingly.
"What the hell do they want to do? Do they want to rob?"
Gagor Brown's face turned green on the spot, and he was frightened for a while. If his actions just now had not aroused the other party's anger, he retracted decisively back into the car, raised the window, inserted all the latches, and flipped through the magazines.
He held a pepper spray can tightly in his hand, trembling with fear.
The front was blocked, and Willy Chuck looked at the rear view. Two long luxury buses were calmly blocking the back, completely blocking the gravel road that had never been blocked by traffic.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Cherokee had no choice but to stop.
Five or six large trucks, as well as two buses, slowly stopped and half-surrounded the little-looking Cherokee with malicious intent. Is this trying to explode or stir up trouble?!
"Huh?!"
Willy Chuck saw a strong man jumping out of the big truck in front of him. He was wearing a white sweat vest, camouflage outdoor sweatpants, and a thick chain hanging around his neck. Although he was wearing sunglasses, his face seemed familiar.
The other party took the initiative to take off his glasses, and now he looked even more familiar.
A name lingered in Willy Chuck's mind, as if it was covered with a veil like a Muslim woman, but he couldn't recall it.
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