After buying the wine, Mu Hete bought two more snow lotus cigarettes. The group slowly wandered home. On the way, Rexi called early and ordered the family to kill the sheep and cook the meat. He could also see that Mu Hete was not in a very good mood. Muhete and the people who were sent to the hospital today must have a story, but if we don't tell it thoroughly, we are still good friends. There is no need to pursue the truth too much about some things, since you have chosen not to say it, then you should ask, is it only happy to let people make up a perfect lie for you? If you have to touch the bottom line of others, it is easy to exchange for quarrels and unpleasantness. It's rare to be confused, and sometimes it's the best care.

What's more, Maireti thinks: Men are very simple, and it will be much better to drink a big meal when they are unhappy. If drinking a big meal doesn't solve the problem, then drink for three days and three nights.

A group of people calmly walked through the desert area where tourists would scream. Or that sentence, what outsiders find exciting is actually the daily life of our lives, just like if you let a fighter pilot go on a roller coaster, what is the excitement at all?

On the way back, I thought there were no wounded, and I always drove with Reti. But on the way back, it was a lot more deserted, and basically no one spoke. There was Uyghur dance music in the car, cheerful dance music, but it made people feel a little depressed. Both of the Maireti brothers can sense the gloom of Muhet, paraphrased the lyrics of a Kazakh folk song: I can't think of what kind of past has shaped the story of the present. I can't think of what kind of experience brought about this man's mystery......

As night falls, the steaming finger meat has been served, accompanied by some ethnic snacks. There is a bowl of milk tea in front of everyone, and the ghee turns into white smoke in the milk tea.

Rexiti deliberately let his own Dada (Uyghur: father) sit in the first seat, his own house in the lower seat, and Mu Hete sat opposite.

After doing the dowa (Islamic prayer ritual). Mu Hete skillfully picked up the knife, first cut off the sheep's head and cheeks, two pieces of tender meat, one hand to Father Rexiti with both hands, and the other piece to Uncle Weiyi. Then he handed the head back to Resiti...... Mu Hete has long been accustomed to this set of customs, although there are differences in appearance, although there are differences in language, although there are differences in beliefs. However, respecting national etiquette and abiding by national habits is also the courtesy that Mu Hete has always had in his early years. It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles. Only by integrating into the local culture can you gain the recognition of others and make local friends. That's right, right?

More than half of the drinks.

"Hey~ Adasi, let's go to Ahong and make a samoriu (Islamic initiation ceremony) for you to convert to my lord. I know you're an eagle in the sky, not a pigeon, but an eagle also needs a nest, and you can't live with a car for the rest of your life. Rexiti's face did not change, but he spoke with a hint of alcohol.

"It's good that my dad doesn't know Chinese, otherwise you'd be beaten. Satan said Allah had converted. Mu Hete drank a bowl of liquor and replied indifferently. In fact, he also understood that this was what his brother had seen, and he wanted to have a home for himself, so that he could be stable? How did his previous home be killed by himself? Mu Hete didn't want to bring up the topic of women. Raise the bowl and divert the subject. "Come brothers, go one, racers don't need women!"

"Hey~ You two don't have to say more. Today, we are going to finish the wine that Mu and Tete bought. He bought me wine for the first time in five years. People who haven't even brought me candy cubes on the Kurid Festival. Buy Elite today. "Maireti is also gagging on the side, he doesn't have his U card to drink. At this time, he was already blushing and his neck was thick. It's not as careful as his U-card, and he can hear the hidden meaning in the dialogue. The two old men also couldn't understand Chinese, but when they saw the toast, they followed the fun, and then they communicated about where they were, and they couldn't control the affairs of the young people, and they didn't want to care. Although none of you are young anymore, no matter how old you are, they are still their own children in their eyes.

A bottle of liquor was quickly drunk, this time. Under normal circumstances, it is time for Mu Hete to perform AOE. But today it was strange, he was fine, and continued to drink with his father and the doctor.

The meat was removed, and milk tea and pilaf were served. Five people, after cleaning their hands, ate a plate of pilaf. The two old men rested early.

Mu Hete grabbed a piece of skin tooth (Xinjiang slang: onion). Crunch and chew it out.

"Hey~ Shall we continue? Give me a bowl of broth. And then the tail comes up. You give me such lean meat. How do we drink?"

"Oh Yo, hey, you're very strange today, aren't you going to sleep with a bottle, what's the matter, you have to drink the wine you bought?"

"Hey, I'm still a Buddha. Is it fake wine that you usually buy for me? Ah, have you learned badly, and you fool me with liquor every day? Why can't I get drunk with the wine I bought myself? ”

"You're good, you bought a case of wine. What if we finish drinking? I'll ask the sheep jar to take out the Moutai that I hid for my girl and give you something to drink. No, it doesn't work. ”

"You're a Buddha. Yes, I have to drink my niece's wedding wine in advance today. "Mu and Te, who don't seem to have any reaction, replied.

"Alai, Acre. I also lay down my life to accompany the gentleman. I'll start with a bottle. Hearing that there was Moutai to drink, Rexiti was in a hurry.

"Go to Sa, how high the sky is, how far you can roll Lao Tzu. You're the Moutai who thinks about my girl. ”

Until more than 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, the three of them drank a box of Elite and added 3 bottles of Moutai. At this time, the two Rexiti brothers had already fallen asleep directly.

Mu Hete was shameless, and stumbled back to his house with the remaining three bottles of Moutai. It's all my own brothers, what are these bottles of wine, if you can't finish it, you have to take it away, it's a waste to buy a cow drink like Reti......

This time he didn't go to the roof either. After all, it is impossible for someone who has nearly three bottles of liquor to be beaten without a little reaction. Removing the back frame, Mu Hete stood in the courtyard and took a cool shower, and by the way, threw the bones to buy hot wood. Light a cigarette, put it in your hand, and quietly watch the hot wood gnaw the bones. I didn't take a sip, and slowly waited for the smoke to burn out, turning into white ash and breaking......

At two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Rexiti got up. Lying on the bed, I kept calling: sheep jar, get me a piece of rubbing. Add more tomatoes, and vinegar.

A bowl of sour slices after drinking, especially after getting drunk. Only a piece can solve all the discomfort.

After eating, Rexiti's body felt much more comfortable, but her brows furrowed.

"Hey, buy Reti, get up. I don't think you Mu and Teaka were wrong yesterday. Hurry up and come with me to see ......" The characteristic loud voice woke up Maireti, who was still asleep.

When the two brothers reached the white house, they found the door closed but not locked. Rexiti stepped forward and slammed the door as usual, but smashed it open.

Eh, didn't you lock the door when you got home after drinking too much??

Muhete !! Muhete !! get up and go home with me to eat a slice of lamb? A loud voice resounded through the white house. But there was no response, and the barking of the dogs was gone. And the Rattaniva in the big house, which had been renovated by Muhete for more than half a year, is also missing.

Came to the small bedroom, the previously dirty bedroom. Surprisingly clean today. At the head of the bed is a piece of stationery and a bank card.

The letter simply reads:

My brother, I'm gone. Thank you for saving me at that time, and thank you for taking care of that piece of seed last time. I sold more than 8 million, and I will give you 4 million. In the future, if you have something to do, you can call me, all the things in this house are for you to use, and if you don't charge money, your brother Rexiti can also pack up the car. I guess I have half the technology. If you have too many questions, just call. Also, if someone comes to me, please help me keep all my information private. Don't tell anyone else about the phone number, thank you. Thank you Moutai. It's true, I'll bring you a box when I get back. Don't read it, Surrey Mari Boom.

If you are willing to do anything else (Uyghur: go to you), you will steal my Moutai when you leave. This thief baby. scolded in his mouth, but there was a light flashing in his eyes.

may have thought of parting a long time ago, maybe men are not suitable to express their sorrows, or they may be used to saying goodbye like this. In short, Mu Hete left very decisively, taking away his luggage, except for the repair workshop that was still in order, and the sleeping place was completely tidy as before.

Rexiti looked at the empty room, sat on the old but clean bed, holding the letter and card in his hand, and was speechless for a long time. He also knows that there are people who don't belong here. When I rescued it, I was also kind-hearted, thinking that it was just a lost donkey friend. If it weren't for the chance to find out that he had a talent for car repair, or if he didn't have the opportunity to stumble upon a talent for driving...... Maybe he would have earned a rescue fee to drive away Muhete...... There are not so many possibilities in life, but there are many accidents, all of which are the accumulation of life and careful preparation.

He didn't know what the story of the man he rescued was. Why did he hide in the desert for five years, why did he have the ability to be a professional racer, but he was willing to hide behind and repair the car, why did he find a treasure with himself and sold tens of millions, but he just wanted to buy a small broken car. Too much to figure out......

Muhete, you liar. We're the best for you, and we used to be pretended...... Hopefully you've sorted out your own business. You can get drunk with me, really drunk. Can you tell me what your story is...... Rexiti was indifferent. Those who are destined to leave, those who go, do not necessarily not come back. It's actually not bad to make good memories. It's better than falling out and never seeing each other again in this life.