I walked a long way along the streets of the market without looking back. The local men who set up stalls and did small business on both sides of the market were all busy carrying goods home. The Second World War had just ended, and Xinjiang region
Although the impact is not big, the economy is still affected to some extent. At noon, buying and selling some melons and fruits to quench thirst is the most popular business. Other than that, it is all miscellaneous and the sales are not very good.
, so when you go out on this long street, there will be no more people.
I don’t know why, but I feel surprisingly depressed. Maybe I feel guilty for not saying goodbye to everyone, or maybe I’m so stingy about leaving a note?
I turned back to look at the Qianlixie Inn, and suddenly I saw rows of red lanterns hanging outside the inn, outlining a word, which was the word "witch"! My eyelids jumped immediately, and I thought that I couldn't see it even if I looked up close.
But this street faced the direction of Lop Nur, and I suddenly realized that these big red lanterns were probably a kind of flag representing power.
Under the lanterns, there were still various vendors, and the light of the red lanterns did not dissipate. I said silently in my heart: "You are all good friends of Guo Pian. As a friend, I can't even guarantee your safety. How can I guarantee your safety?"
How can I deserve to mention the word 'friendship'? Goodbye, everyone, I, Guo, do things for myself, and I don't want to be in debt to you."
I looked up at the golden moon, smiled with relief, and walked towards Lop Nur.
This can be regarded as the opposite. I originally told Rena that I wanted to live the life of a herdsman on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but instead I went to Lop Nur. I knew in my heart that I could not escape this responsibility. I can be sorry for myself.
, but I can’t be sorry to my family, especially my grandfather. He has been by my side most of the time for the past seventeen years, teaching me all kinds of knowledge and skills, and invisibly bringing me things I didn’t even know I had.
ability.
Which grandfather doesn't want his grandson to be happy and free? Since there must be a reason why he can't do anything, let me get close to the reason.
It was expected that it would be best to leave the city of Turpan tonight, otherwise the camel people’s family’s network in Turpan would quickly discover me the next morning, so I found a family and bought a camel and a camel at a large price.
Two bags of dry food. Of course, the money was stolen from Feilong and Sunhuazi. These two guys like money. I didn’t care much about money all the way to Turpan. I didn’t know its benefits. Only now do I know about this money. It’s really
It can do a lot of things and make a lot of things possible.
As soon as I got on the camel, my speed increased a lot, but I immediately knew the purpose of the family who sold me the camel and gave me this cotton coat. After a while, the weather started to get chilly, and I opened my mouth to exhale.
As I was venturing outside, I remembered a saying that describes the weather in Xinjiang, which is to wear a cotton-padded jacket in the morning and eat watermelon around the stove. The temperature difference between day and night is very huge in Xinjiang. Well, it’s just like this. The fruits here are particularly sweet.
With the strength of a camel, no matter how big Turpan is, I can't stand walking. I walked out of the city in the middle of the night. However, my eyelids started to fight, and the camel didn't want to leave. I thought if I didn't
I can more or less cope with this horrible weather outside for one night, so where can I go now?
I thought it would be better to walk a little further, as there are usually small villages around the city, so I went there for one night.
After walking for a while, I actually came across a village. However, this village was still a bit big. I thought that calling this a village would be a bit derogatory. This is a town after all. No matter what, I'd better find a village.
It's important to have a warm place to sleep. If that doesn't work, I'll secretly find a stable and a camel pen for one night. But I also thought that this is somewhat risky. If the horse kicks its mouth and twists it, will it be difficult for me to eat in the future?
Already.
Unexpectedly, there is an inn-like place on the edge of this town. Although it is not as big as Qianlixie, it still has the basic appearance. The plaque on the door is a string of Uyghur characters. What is the name of the inn?
No matter what, when I walked to the door, a girl with a high nose came to pick up my camel. She stared at me for a long time, her face gradually turned red, and she said something to me, but I really couldn't understand it.
Whatever she said, I could have communicated with her for a while if it was a Chinese dialect, but I am really stuck in the authentic Uyghur language. To put it bluntly, I am at best illiterate in this place.
I said in my heart that I should pretend to be a deaf-mute. I pointed to my ears and shook my head. I don’t understand what you mean, because I am a deaf-mute. The girl ate it.
She was surprised. Although I also had profound facial features, I didn't look like a local and I was deaf-mute. She couldn't help but shook her head and glanced at me with pity. She unloaded the two bags of dry food and put them in again.
The camel was tied into a wooden ring and took me into the inn.
Although I can't communicate with them, I still have to give money. Maybe this is my last overnight stay, so I can't help but give more money. This inn is also a small business. A couple and
My daughter worked hard to run the business. Seeing how generous I was, she prepared a wool sleeping bag for me the next morning. I touched my heart and said, "Hey, this is really thick. I will use it to plant green onions in the sand nest the next night."
, so as not to freeze to death.
I said goodbye to the small inn, looked at the direction and drove straight towards Lop Nur again. After walking for a few hours, I took off my cotton coat in the heat, patted Brother Luotuo, and said to you, I feel sorry for you. Fortunately, I am not a fat dragon.
Otherwise, you will be exhausted.
In this process of alternating between hot and cold, my thoughts began to be inspired to a certain extent. As I thought about it, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, something didn't make sense, but what exactly was it.
Suddenly, two scenes flashed through my mind. One was Grandpa Er's meeting with his savage ancestor in Mogou, Zhuge Weng, one of the three patriarchs of Yunwen Temple. Grandpa Er told him that there was civil strife in Yunwen Temple.
, and evil things overran the temple, so they had no choice but to flee. Many tribesmen were brutally poisoned, and most of them were imprisoned.
But didn’t my grandfather tell me when I was a child that my family came from Guandong?
It was difficult for the second grandfather to tell lies at that time, let alone the ancestor he was facing. He could speak so truthfully and definitely, which meant that he had experienced civil strife like the Yunwen Temple, but that was a thousand years ago.
How could the second grandfather experience such things?
But then what Zhu Sha said to me flashed in my mind again. Zhu Sha said that my mother is her mother’s biological sister, but she is more than a thousand years younger. In fact, when it comes to this dual dominant bloodline, I
I don’t really catch colds. What a coincidence that Cinnabar and I both have dual dominant bloodlines and are the same age. I’ve always been confused by this dual dominant. Cinnabar’s father is over 3,000 years old.
I don’t know how many generations it took for me to have this dual dominant bloodline. This logic doesn’t make sense. Could it be that this dual dominant bloodline is inherited from my mother? That’s not right, my mother is Qilin.
People from the ancient clan, but it took the Guo family more than a thousand years to inherit a dual-dominant bloodline like mine in one generation?
No! This logic does not make sense, and this phenomenon is not normal. How could the bloodlines of the Zhuge clan and the Shangguan clan be so unbalanced and asymmetrical? Logically speaking, the bloodlines of both parties are of high quality. How could the ancient Qilin clan be so unbalanced and asymmetrical?
It is possible that each generation can live for more than a thousand years, but the Zhuge clan must only have double dominant bloodlines. This does not make sense. Double dominance means that two excellent bloodlines are inherited and displayed. So back to the question of which came first, the chicken or the chicken?
From this logic, what kind of bloodline would be the Zhuge family who married into the ancient Qilin clan at the beginning? If it was an ordinary bloodline, they would only inherit the bloodline of the ancient Qilin clan, and not the bloodline of the Zhuge clan.
There is only one theory that makes sense, and that is that the bloodline of the Zhuge clan is also a very powerful bloodline. In fact, Zhusha and I are the same. It is reasonable that I have only been passed down for two or three generations. According to my mother's age of more than 2,000 years old,
My father is from a well-matched family and should be about the same age. If my grandfather, second grandfather, and third grandfather were born when my father was over a thousand years old, then their ages would be...
God! I found that I can’t delve deeper into this issue. For me, this is scarier than going to Yunwen Temple.
