It's been 10 days since I left New York, and on Minnesota Highway 94, the Humvee is moving in the dust.

It shouldn't have taken so long, but because of the fatigue of driving, Han's father rested in the motel for two days, and fortunately, he met a young man about eighteen years old during the period, and he took a hitchhike to help drive all day, but unfortunately this kind of good thing has never been encountered again.

It was getting late, and Han Xuan found a small town nearby on the map, so he asked his father to drive in from the fork in the road, and it was very tiring to travel alone.

Sitting is tired, and the driver is even more tired, if necessary, he is willing to let Han Qianshan throw away this car and take a plane home.

With a day to go to Montana, this is the father-son couple's last rest.

After three or four kilometres along the winding trail, at the beginning of May, when the winter wheat was nearing maturity, the young wheat had begun to turn yellow, especially in the sunset.

In the distance, the white windmill turned, somewhat dilapidated, and it was the abandoned mill of the town.

Machinery brings speed and convenience, except for dozens of old farmers, there are already people who use it again, it seems that it will not be long before it will disappear completely, and at the moment, it is still turning.

The flocks of sheep walking on the side of the road, the windmills and the green hills in the distance, the sunset in the sky, and the endless wheat fields are a touching picture.

Most of the houses in the town are made of pine, the walls are painted white, and only the roofs are black.

As soon as the car drove into the town and stopped on the side of the road, a strangely dressed white man walked by, his face had white and red ink marks, and the muscles of his arms seemed to be about to burst out, and thick veins were lying across it.

The strong man approached, put his hand on the window, and said to Han Qianshan: "Hey, Asian boy, it's really a good car, are you here to participate in the Carnival of Togo?"

"What carnival?" Father Han wondered.

The strong man realized that they were just passing travelers, so he didn't mind, and explained with a smile: "Haha, you guys are really lucky, today is the 130th anniversary of our Dogo Village, come down and I'll take you to celebrate! The hospitable Dogo Village never neglects friends, and you, child, I believe you will fall in love here!"

"I guess your accent is from the West, where? Utah or Nedahua?" Before the father and son could answer, the strong man continued to ask.

Han Qianshan shook his head and replied with a smile: "California, now open a ranch in Montana. ”

"Hey, I'll just say, come here, it's going to start when it's dark!Oh, by the way, my name is Anthony, Anthony Smith, what about you?" and unlike Anthony's appearance, he seems to be a talkative person, and very funny.

Turning his head to look at his son, Han Qianshan touched his head and asked, "Do you want to participate?"

Xiao Han Xuan thought about it, saw Anthony's longing eyes, and nodded in agreement. In the United States, there are a thousand kinds of anniversaries in a thousand small towns, even in some communities, so it's not surprising, and each local custom is different, and it seems like a good holiday to see the mysterious oil paint and happy looks on the faces of the people around you.

The place where the party was held was in the central square of the town, which was not large, only more than 1,000 square meters, and the towering firewood pile erected in the middle of the square had not yet been lit, and balloons and streamers were decorated in all corners.

The townspeople are contributing their tables and chairs, or bringing in poorly cooked, but delicious food, heading towards the square in all directions.

There are about 200 families here, and many young people go to work in big cities, so it's not too crowded.

Anthony ran into a house, and after a while, he came out and wiped his hand on Han Qianshan and the boy's face. Han Xuan stretched out his hand and touched it, leaving white marks on his fingertips, needless to say, his face was the same.

The sun soon went down and the afterglow was gone.

Except for the street lamps in the square, everything else was pitch black, and even the street lights became dark after a while.

An old man threw a torch in his hand at the pyre, probably sprinkled with gasoline, and the fire suddenly ignited, and the people around him cheered, and the festival began.

The mood of the carnival was like a cold could be contagious, and the people around them danced around the fire, and even Xiao Han Xuan joined in, holding his father's hand and twisting his body to follow the songs sung by the surrounding residents.

It's a pity that there is no wine, and Han Xuan is not without regrets while being happy, he looked up at his father and considered whether he would go to prison if he drank it. The enthusiastic girls, dressed in cool clothes, found this lovely child in the crowd, squinted and smiled, hugged him in their arms, and took turns ravaging his little face.

Han Xuan didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he stupidly put his head in their arms, and sighed in his heart that it was good to be a baby, but unfortunately they left soon, dancing around the fire, causing bursts of applause.

Not far away, my father was drinking with Anthony and others, and the residents' home-brewed wines, or whiskey bought in small shops, in the carnival atmosphere, inferior liquor can also taste different, probably because of the mood when drinking.

The women put aside the trivial matters of the house and gathered together to chat, occasionally taking a small sip with a glass of wine, and joining the carnival with the pull of their companions. The children were even more merry, leaving a laugh in the crowd and chasing each other in the square.

Young couples hugged each other and kissed each other, and the old people looked at them kindly, reminiscing about their youthful years, and the small-town carnival accompanied them all their lives, growing and dying here.

Food can be enjoyed by anyone, with the most meat and pastries, and some people add a lot of mustard to it, waiting for others to be tricked, causing laughter, such as Han Xuan, who was drinking water on the side.

A young girl who can't even straighten her waist with a smile must be her work. The boy looked at her with a grudge, and the girl laughed, stepped forward and took him in her arms, and handed him another pastry.

The stupid Han Xuan was tricked again, and the allusion to the beauty plan had long been forgotten by him, and he continued to drink water with grief and indignation, and the girl's laughter became even louder.

A group of people came to the humble stage, holding an ancient organ to play music, very cheerful, an old man climbed on the stage, sang a ballad that has been passed down from generation to generation, and took off his shirt in the depths of love, revealing a body of ribs and meat, and there was a lot of joy underneath.

Listening to Anthony's tone, this is their mayor, who is a very serious person on weekdays.

As the fire gradually burned, someone had already drunk under the table, and Han's father also had a big tongue, hugging Han Xuan and talking about his first love.

The boy was planning to be a spy and find out about his father's past, but he unexpectedly heard his mother's name, which was a no-brainer

After a full meal, the clock hand on the edge of the square was already pointing to eleven o'clock, and the children went home at the urging of their parents.

The fire was finally burned out, the lights returned to the square, and there was chaos all around, and the old mayor, who was already a little drunk, jumped on the table and shouted, "Go home! To continue next year!"

After saying that, he collapsed on the table, sprinkled with soup, and an old woman scolded and asked the middle-aged man next to him to carry him home. After another half an hour, all that remained in the square were scattered knives and forks, crooked chairs, and a pyre of firewood shining with red embers, recording everything that had just happened.

As for tidying up, tomorrow will come, won't it? Let's get some sleep and then think about these issues.

The town's roads were paved with fine gravel, and Anthony and Han's father leaned against each other and staggered towards his house. Han Xuan had just taken Fat Ding out of the car, and at the moment it was complaining that it was lying in the boy's arms and ignoring him, and whoever was locked in the car for half the night would not be happy, even if it was a cat.

Anthony's house is not big, there is only one room outside the kitchen and bathroom, and you can see that he is a typical man who lives alone. The turbid air only improved after Han Xuan opened the window, Anthony put down the sofa bed, brought a clean quilt, and staggered into the toilet, the sound of vomiting followed, and the boy was nauseous when he heard it.

Sighing slightly, he poured the cat food into the palm of his hand, the boy waited quietly for the fat ding to finish eating, and Han's father was already lying on the bed and asleep, he was really tired recently.

Taking off his shoes and socks, the boy flushed with water and fell asleep in the blanket.

As for Anthony, Han Xuan didn't think of him until the next morning, when he found the strong man curled up and sleeping on the toilet floor.

Hurriedly washing and saying goodbye, facing the first rays of the morning sun, the Hummer drove through the potholes and bumped on the road again.

Looking from the rearview mirror, Anthony was waving goodbye on the edge of the town, waiting for the car to leave before raising his hand to wipe his nose, yawning and going back to sleep, looking indescribably weak.