Feng Yiping closed his eyes, stretched out his hand from the quilt and touched it to the side, but he felt empty, and when he opened his eyes, Huang Jingping was no longer in bed.

Outside the hidden door, you can hear the sound of washing cups, birds, and Mongolian horses.

"Click", the door was gently pushed open, Huang Jingping walked in with a basin, "You're awake!" She gently kissed Feng Yiping's face, her lips were cold, and there was the aroma of toothpaste, "How are you going?" The scenery in the morning is good, the air is good, my uncle and aunt just accompanied my grandfather, and I also went to the lake, okay?"

She coaxed Feng Yiping like a child.

"Well," Feng Yiping buried his head in her neck, smelling the familiar body fragrance, "Kiss me again and I'll get up,"

"Hmm," Huang Jingping kissed him twice on the cheek, and then lifted the quilt, "Get up," Feng Yiping shouted, quickly put on his clothes, opened the door, and the breeze blew in with the breath of the grassland.

"It's so comfortable," he stood outside the door and stretched, and found that there was basically no lazy sleep, everyone got up in twos and threes, and many of his own people, parents, gathered around those horses and camels, habitually squatting on the ground and smoking, looking at the rare big livestock in front of him, and the people next to him were eagerly discussing.

If this takes them to a scenic spot on the mountain, they estimate that they don't have this Yaxing, in this life, they haven't seen other scenes, the mountain is really tired of seeing, but such a flat boundary, they really feel very strange, and they will be afraid that they can't see enough for a while.

"Let's wash up," Huang Jingping handed over the toothbrush that had squeezed the toothpaste.

Feng Yiping understood her thoughts, last night, it was the first time that the two of them were under the noses of their grandfather and parents. openly lived together, and the villagers also knew that as a girl, of course she didn't want Feng Yiping to sleep lazy this morning.

Feng Yiping held the camera, took Huang Jingping's hand, and went to the lake to find his parents. From time to time, someone greeted them, "Get up,"

After walking over, he could still hear the words from behind, "It's really a good match", Huang Jing was suddenly in a good mood, smiled, and held Feng Yiping more tightly.

Mom and Dad and Grandpa, they're looking at a few horses. Drinking water in a tank converted from an old wooden boat, Feng Zhenchang walked around the horses with his hands in his hands, and seemed to have the urge to touch them.

"Grandpa, Mom and Dad, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's good, it's this place, it's so hot during the day, and it's a little cold at night. Mei Jianzhong said with a smile.

"You two don't move," Mei Qiuping also carried a camera around her neck. He clicked at them, "I must have taken a few more pictures of you riding on a horse at noon, do you remember when you were in the third grade, because you only took a picture of your sister riding a horse, and didn't give you a photo, you were lying on the ground and rolling around?"

"Mom. How can there be such a thing, "Parents seem to be the same, always like to talk about their children's troubles when they were young.

"Is it a picture of a horse in a military uniform? I took one when I was a kid, and it still seems to be there. Huang Jingping said with a smile.

"Yes, there are many girls in the matter of photography, you say that he is a boy, why is he fighting with his sister for this?"

At that time, taking pictures was still a rare thing, and occasionally there would be masters with cameras, leading horses carrying several sets of clothes, and going from village to village to take pictures of everyone.

Feng Yiping doesn't remember much about how much it is, it should be one piece, or less than one, anyway, it was a very rare thing at the time, and it seemed that he was also sensible, and it was the first time he cried and asked his parents for money.

"I didn't want to take pictures, I was very interested in the camera at the time," Feng Yiping argued weakly.

This is actually true, in the era when Feng Hongbing's dual-card recorder was the rarest item in the entire village, the camera was a proper high-tech in the eyes of these country children, and it was even black technology.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, Huang Jingping and her mother were looking at the photos in the camera, her grandfather and father were squatting head to head on the ground, talking about something, he leaned over, Mei Jianzhong grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, "You said that such a good land, and there is water next to it, why don't you plant something out of it?"

is really a simple and lovely little old man in the countryside, if he is allowed to go to the emperor's imperial garden, he may also be disapproving of those flowers and trees, smash it and smash his mouth and say, "Blind this good land,"

"Grandpa, let's go back to breakfast," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

Feng Zhenchang, who was also pulling up a grass to see the soil, went to the sink to wash his hands, and looked at the frightened horses, "Their horse, I'm afraid it can top us to plant a lot of land,"

It's just to find a reason, I have to say that my father is now, and the temperament of a businessman is slowly overshadowing the temperament of a farmer.

"The emperor and palace ministers of Mongolia ate in such a place back then, so aren't we also equivalent to eating imperial food now?" Looking at the golden-domed tent in the center, Mei Jianzhong said with a smile.

"Isn't it?", Mei Qiuping replied.

"There should be a lot of gringos here," Mr. Feng said, reading Mr. Feng's history textbooks in his spare time.

Hehe, they are always very interested in those things about the emperor and the general.

Talking and laughing with Huang Jingping, following them around a yurt, Feng Yiping ran into an unexpected, but actually expected person.

The Mongolian eldest brother who played the matouqin last night was waiting with a middle-aged man wearing a royal blue Mongolian robe and many ornaments.

"Good morning Mr. Feng, I'm Bai Yin, the person in charge of this scenic spot, I'm here to wait for you for breakfast, these are your elders, let's go together, we have prepared enough picks and buns, as well as freshly milked milk, and you brought a lot of vegetables yesterday," Bai Yin said in non-standard Mandarin.

"Uncle Baiyin, just call me Yiping, thank you for your kindness, we are a group of people here this time, we want to eat together," Feng Yiping declined his invitation, he understood Bai Yin's intention.

"Thank you, big brother, for yesterday," he said to the man who played the horse-head fiddle.

"I'm Chaolu, little brother Yiping, we came today, in fact, I want to ask, can I buy your song yesterday,"

This Chaolu is a straight man, standing on the side of the road, he said his intention.

Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping knew that when they opened their first noodle restaurant, the money they lacked seemed to be obtained from their son's songs, but this was the first time they had seen someone spend money to buy songs written by their son in person.

"I'm sorry Brother Chaolu, I use this song myself, and I can't sell it to you,"

"We've all asked, I heard that you are in business and don't rely on singing to eat, so why can't you sell it to us?" Chaolu said.

"I'm sorry, I'm really useful,"

"That's okay, don't disturb your meal," Bai Yin pulled Chaolu, "Don't be surprised, he's a rectum,"

Watching Feng Yiping and them quarrel with the central tent, Chao Lu said, "That's it, have you heard a few words we sang, the whole song is better, and it is also very suitable for us to perform, if this song is bought by Khan Cheng, it will definitely attract more people to play,"

"Chaolu, can't you change your urgency? Don't they have to stay for another day, if they have time to do their work well, go, go to my place to eat," he glanced at Feng Yiping, "Don't worry, it's easy to talk about businessmen,"

"Yiping, what are you going to do with all this?" After a while, Feng Zhenchang asked.

"Sister Jin said that convenience stores are useful when promoting," Feng Yiping said more vaguely, the means of publicity, parents they don't have much contact, and some estimates are not very understandable.

"Are you all taught by Teacher Zhu?" asked Mei Qiuping.

"The basics are all what I learned from Teacher Zhu," Feng Yiping secretly praised his exhaustive strategy, if he hadn't studied with Teacher Zhu in junior high school, these things would be really difficult to explain now.

"Teacher Zhu and Teacher Wang have been transferred to the county now, right, I have time to go back and see them," Mr. Feng said.

"Yes, just the three years of junior high school, they are so responsible for Yiping, they should go and see," Mei Jianzhong said.

"If Yiping sells it, how much do you think they will pay for it?" Mei Qiuping still couldn't help but ask. (To be continued......)