At an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, there is an Airbus 300 heading at a speed of 700 kilometers per hour.

A few kilometers below it, another Boeing plane staggered over it, looking in the direction of Washington State.

The flight attendant in her twenties, carefully closing the curtain of the door, not disturbing the special guests in the first class cabin, sat on the chair and fastened her seat belt, looked at the red light on the opposite wall, and was ready to serve the passengers at any time.

When others write books, they can find peace in them.

Han Xuan tried to find passion in the book.

What is about to happen in the next twenty years or so has already been experienced once for him, and it is like watching a movie that has been spoiled, and he has no expectation of this emotion at all.

So the book he is writing now, not so much a novel, is creating a world for himself and making his life a little different, which is a little secret that no one knows.

The usual lively crowd can hide his heart.

With the appearance of large valleys and pastures, Han Xuan stopped his pen, put the notebook into the backpack next to him, and stretched lazily.

Leaning down from the oval window, Montana is a little higher above sea level, and the grass here is a little different in color than its neighbors Wyoming and Idaho, and people who have lived here for a long time will recognize it at a glance.

As the plane gradually descended, Han Xuan rubbed his face, wanting to take back the true heart revealed in solitude and restore the boy who was born in Monta, in fact, he also did it, and when he asked the flight attendant if the bathroom could still be used, he was already able to smile hippie.

It was Jones who came to pick him up at Billings Airport, who had only joined in a few years earlier when he bought the Augsig Ranch.

Han Xuan is not very familiar with this young cowboy, and only knows that everyone in the snowy mountain ranch likes him.

Jones was able and industrious, and the work assigned to him was whether it was brushing horses or cleaning the cattle pen. He's done it all really well and he's never been as lazy and slippery as Martinez.

Han Qianshan knew his son's personality very well, and specially asked Jones to drive a Jaguar XJ220 over, so that his son could enjoy it, and when they walked out of the exit, the silver-white sports car was beside it. There were two airport traffic policemen standing, and I knew with my ass that they weren't appreciating.

Jones wanted to cry without tears, shook the ticket in his hand, and looked down at Han Xuan: "Can your father help me reimburse this?"

"Whoever let you go over the stop line, hand it over yourself." ”

"Miser. ”

……

Montana just had a rainy night last night, and the air was exceptionally fresh.

There is no city whistle, and there are green grasslands as far as the eye can see.

Cattle and sheep are fat and strong, and they graze quietly on the ground, and cowboys wield whips. Drive them away where the grass is fresh.

In this vast green field, there are wild flowers, meadows, forests, slopes, hills, rivers, and snow-capped mountains. The butterfly flutters and lands on a small red flower. Suck the sweet pollen of the summer.

The fluffy dandelion was bent by the wind, and the moment it stood firmly, countless small umbrellas flew up.

In the blue sky, the birds passed slowly, Han Xuan didn't know the species, but the body was very large. Birds of prey such as the golden eagle, which is often seen in Montana, are pest birds in the mouths of cowboys because they eat sheep.

The pavement has just been renovated, and you can still smell the asphalt. Straight and undulating, it winds all the way into the distance.

There were no traffic lights, and he probably couldn't see a car for more than ten minutes, but on a flat, open road, Jones got through the addiction to supercaring, and the speed soared to 240 yards before he began to slow down, which was still a long way from his 354-yard limit

It took more than two hours on the road, Jones has been deliberately controlling the leopard's wild nature, crossing the wooden bridge on the Mori River, probably because of the rain, the water level of the Mori River has risen a lot, and some alfalfa small half submerged in the water, hit by the rapid current, and the purple flowers at the top swayed.

I turned a corner and drove into the path, the lavender on both sides was dull in color, not as beautiful as in previous years, and the alfalfa was white on it, and there were a large patch and a large patch.

The snowy mountain ranch seems to have lost its magic.

Seeing that the boy's face was ugly, Jones said in his mouth: "These plants are sick, alfalfa has downy mildew, almost every family in northwest Montana this year, our ranch is quite light, and many of the old Hall family ranches are dead." ”

"How's Old Hall's widow, can she take care of it?"

After the elder Hall died, the ranch was handed over to his wife, who liked to speculate in stocks during his lifetime, and happened to encounter the stock market crash in the 80s, and most of his savings in the first half of his life evaporated with the stocks.

I heard that Old Hall didn't leave much money after his death, so Han Xuan asked like this, when the year is not good, it is very expensive to take care of a large ranch.

"It's okay, their family sold a batch of cattle at a low price, but it's a pity, it will last a few more months, and the price of beef will definitely be a lot higher by then, John will sometimes bring people over to help, and the Ministry of Agriculture also said that there has been some progress, and it should be fine."

Nothing like this has ever happened in the Snow Mountain Ranch, and even with the drought in Montana in '88, the harvest here was good.

Han Xuan always felt that what happened this year had something to do with his long absence from the ranch, although it was unbelievable, it was a coincidence.

He once investigated the growth of pastures in the snow-capped pastures, and was astonished to find that the alfalfa grows better the closer to where he lives, and the situation is similar to that of the entire solar system, with Mercury, which is closest to the sun, the hottest, and Neptune, the farthest from the sun, the coldest.

It seems that for plants, Han Xuan is the sun, they don't need to do anything, as long as they stay here, they can absorb some kind of mysterious energy from him.

The grass mud horse community raised their heads one after another, staring at the cars on the road, and their heads moved with the sports car, only Han Xuan could enjoy this kind of treatment, and the usually arrogant grass mud horses disdained to ignore others.

Han Xuan looked at the grass and mud horses, and became more and more sure of his guess, but he was not as clever as Superman, he could fly into the sky by taking off his red underwear and wearing it outside, or he could tell at a glance that he could be distinguished by transforming into a complete outfit like Hulk.

The changes that happened to Han Xuan were subtle, and he didn't quite understand it himself, thinking that he could just rely on this opportunity to test it and see if he would recover from the downy mildew that had occurred in the snowy mountain pasture recently after he came back.

If one were standing on the edge of Lake Rota now, they would find a big red carp that was about to roll its eyes, and then it wagged its tail slightly and gradually dived into the water.

In the nearby woods, under a birch tree, a small mushroom sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the balcony of the attic of the villa, the fat cat's drooping ears on the top of its head suddenly cocked, looked up inexplicably into the distance, and ran downstairs.

Like it, there's a bear in Flathead Forest Park (to be continued.) )