"Well, what are you going to do after this is over?" Mu Xiu's eyes looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, his faint lips opened and closed, and the sunlight spilled on his eyebrows.

"I haven't figured it out yet, but I'm going to finish what I'm going to do first. Hehe. I smiled awkwardly as I said that.

"What's the matter?" Makushu asked.

"Poof, I can't tell you right now." I thought to myself, this guy has a lot of problems, am I not here for you.

"What about you?" In order to prevent him from continuing to question me, I simply preemptively asked.

"I, I don't know, the strange dream I've been having, guiding me here, every time I bring back something from the fight, it makes me look both familiar and strange, and recently I feel more and more strange about this world, and the person in the dream seems to look exactly like me." Saying that, Mu Xiu pulled his hair a few times in pain, I have never seen Mu Xiu so painful, I know that the person in his dream who touches him may be him, although he washed away his time and space memories but his soul can't be changed.

"Hehe, maybe you're too tired." I said. Because I don't know how to explain it to him.

"Perhaps. Okay, let's not talk about it. I can smell An Xiangfei's grilled fish almost done. As he spoke, he stood up and said, and I smelled a burnt smell.

"Look at my craft." An Xiangfei was holding two sticks in his hand, one of which had a burnt yellow fish on it, which tasted good.

And Makushu and I didn't just squeak because of the conversation just now or for some reason, as if we were in an inexplicable sadness.

"Eh, I said what's wrong with you, such a good fish is not interested." An Xiangfei glanced at me depressedly, and I could see that he was a little lost.

"No, my stomach is already rumbling." I patted the weeds on my body, and directly took a fish to eat, not to mention that the fish made by An Xiangfei is very delicious, this fish is fresh and tender.

"It's delicious." I couldn't help but say.

"That's good, mainly because of my craftsmanship, and of course, the water quality of this Bell Lake is also good, and the fish raised are big and fat." An Xiangfei didn't change his shameless nature, and boasted so much that Mu Xiu and I didn't pay attention to him, so he closed his mouth stupidly.

Just as we were finishing our meals and packing up our food and preparing to leave, a yurt appeared faintly not far away, and the shogunate said that the herdsmen had set up camp there. But then the melodious sound of the horse-head qin came from there, which instantly attracted the three of us, listening to the melodious sound of the horse-head qin, time seemed to stand still. : Whenever I hear the sound of the matouqin, I can't help but have a desire to tell, a feeling of looking for a soulmate, and a feeling of tears.

If you walk into a herdsman's yurt, there will be an eye-catching musical instrument on the hana of the yurt, and you can't help but approach it to take a closer look. The simple making of the horse-head violin will give birth to infinite reverie in your heart, and you can't help but touch it. If the owner has time, they will let you hear its beautiful sound and tell you the legendary story of the horse-head fiddle.

In the savannah, there is a poignant story about the horse-head fiddle.

Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there was a shepherd on the grassland who could sing and dance, and his name was Su He. A snow-white foal accompanies him day and night, and has a brotherly feeling. Like its owner, the foal often carries its melodious neighing into the depths of the green meadows, and the shepherds come to talk to it. Time flies, and under the careful care of Su He, the foal grows into a famous and fierce white horse. The big white horse has won the honor of the champion for the owner in many Marseilles, and it has also been coveted by the prince for a long time and taken it for himself.

The big white horse, which has left its master, misses its master day and night, and the owner is also sleeping. One day, the big white horse threw the fierce prince off the horse, broke free of the reins and ran towards Su He's house, but was unfortunately shot by the prince's poisonous arrow. The big white horse ran to the master's side with all his life and fell in front of the master. The master hugged his beloved white horse and wept bitterly until he fell asleep.

In his dream, he saw his beloved big white horse galloping towards him in the sun, and the desolate neighing resounded through the grassland. He awoke from the neighing, and the body of the silent white horse was still in front of him. Su He realized that it was the big white horse that dreamed of him, so that he left the neighing of the horse in the grassland and in his heart. So, he made the first horse-head harp on the grassland from all parts of the horse's body, and carved a horse's head in the shape of a white horse, and installed it on the top of the piano. As soon as he played the instrument, the sound of the great white horse flowed with the strings. He hugged his beloved horse-head qin, as if he was hugging his beloved big white horse. In this way, he recited the story of the white horse on the grassland through the strings of the horse-head qin, and also told the suffering of the grassland people and their yearning for a better life through the horse-head qin......

The horse-head fiddle has only two strings and is made with a horsetail. When you touch it gently, the sound that is difficult to describe in words is transmitted, and it makes people's hearts tremble. In my mind, there is always a big white horse running and neighing, and there is always Su He in the story playing the piano like crying. Often, my tears fall to the sound of the piano. Is it moving?

Now, the horse-head fiddle has become a common favorite musical instrument of the steppe people, and it is also the love of the Mongolian people.

When the melodious sound of the horse-head piano sounded on the grassland, if you are lucky enough to hear it, please be sure to listen with your heart, at this time, there will be a different feeling, the vastness of the grassland, the love of the grassland people will enter your heart, lingering......

"Let's hurry." Makushu urged, I just came back to my senses from the sound of this horse-head harp. After packing our duffel backpacks and saying goodbye to the sound of the piano in the distance, the three of us set off along Lake Bell.

The biggest problem we face now is how to get across the lake, which is Mongolia. Because we didn't have passports, and we were carrying so many strange things on our backs, it must have been enough to go through the border control. But seeing that Mu Xiu and An Xiangfei didn't seem to be worried at all, I didn't ask much, anyway, they would definitely have a way.

"How are we going to get there?" After walking along the lakeside for more than an hour, looking at the endless water, I couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, stowaway." An Xiangfei said.

"Smuggling, smuggling also has to have a boat." I said.

"That's not." As he spoke, An Xiangfei pointed to the place where the reeds stood not far in front of him, and sure enough, there was a small boat parked there.

"I'll go." I was already messy in the wind, but I didn't expect that there were boats in this Mongolian steppe, and they dared to smuggle in.

This book was first published in Reading Book Worm