In May, the morning sun was so hot that it could tan a person's skin, and the car was walking under the scorching sun, and the inside of the car was like a steamer. Meng Zheng once couldn't bear to open a curtain of sand cloth around the car and wanted to blow a cool breeze, but was yelled at by the car boss, so he had to put down the curtain and continue to be steamed steamed buns. "The people in this place are not short of money or how to have such a big temper." Bai Suhe was also so hot that he was sweating profusely, and the veil on his head was all removed, and the sweat was still dripping down.

Lan Drunk will be the best one, and the whole person is like a koala and tightly pressed on Jun Yihuang's body. Jun Yihuang's cold body became her special portable air conditioner, which made Bai Suhe and Rong Shisan envious, and Meng Zheng secretly gritted his teeth.

However, Lan Zui looked at Jun Yihuang's calm and calm face, still worried that her soul couldn't stand the heat, and couldn't help complaining to Rong Thirteen: "Brother Thirteen, look at this broken car shaken to the ground, we are all familiar with it, how good it is to drive the car directly, the speed is fast and there is air conditioning, is it a crime to suffer in this car?" "Forget it, there are no cars on Mock Street, we don't know the road, and a group of outsiders are not led around by locals, which is too eye-catching." Mock isn't that big, it should be almost there. Rong Shisan secretly lifted the curtain to ventilate the wind like a thief, and comforted, "Look at this Mo Ke is so deserted, it is estimated that this car usually does not have much business." We lifted the curtain and blew the sand all over the car, and the boss had to sweep the car again after such a trip, which was really not cost-effective, no wonder he was angry. "You're empathetic." Lan Zui snorted and put his head into Jun Yihuang's collar to cool off. Although Jun Yihuang felt indecent, she knew that she was hot, and she couldn't bear to pull people away, so she could only smile bitterly at her. It's just that in this way, Meng Zheng's face doesn't know whether it is stuffy or angry, and it becomes more and more ugly. "Bright blind 24k titanium alloy dog eyes." Rong Thirteen muttered, and turned his head to look out of the car. They hailed a bus from the city center, and the stone monument was on the edge of the city. It is common sense that the section from the city center to the edge will go from prosperous to sparse, but it will not be desolate like this. Rong 13 saw that the door was closed all the way, the windows were pasted with yellow sand, and half of the houses in Thailand were empty, so he couldn't help but shake his head and regret.

You must know that the long narrative poem engraved on the stone tablet also roughly describes the scene of Mok in the past. At that time, Moke had abundant water, it was an extremely important trade point and supply point on the Silk Road, it can be said that "the envoys looked at each other, the business travel was endless", now the millennium has passed, the outside is changing with each passing day, the high-rise buildings are lined up, the traffic is busy, this once prosperous ancient city has declined to this, it is a pity.

After a long bumpy ride, we finally arrived at our destination. I didn't expect this suburb to be more lively than the road, and only after asking did I know that there is a spring next to the stele, although the water surface is much lower than the original, it can also be directly drunk, and a small settlement circle has been formed in this area.

The sights they saw along the way had already prepared Lan Zui and the others for the worst. Unexpectedly, when I went to the stele, I found that a house had been built on the stele to protect the stele. There was a seven or eight-year-old boy sitting on the doorway outside the house, and when he saw that Lan Zui and the others were going in, he raised his hand and stretched out his hand to block them from going.

Lan Zui looked at the crumbling house in front of him that was built in an unknown era, and couldn't help but be angry and funny: "This kind of place also charges tickets?" ”

The boy said in stiff Chinese: "Twenty yuan, one." "Why don't you go and grab it?" Bai Suhe was already holding her breath in the car, and when she met this boy again, she was even more angry, and her tone was obviously not good.

The boy didn't know if he understood Bai Suhe's words, so he gestured to five people: "Twenty yuan, you, one hundred." Don't give money, don't enter! ”

After saying that, the boy's feet were raised higher.

Bai Suhe's face sank and he wanted to reach out and hold the male baby's neck and throw people away, but Rong Shisan didn't want to make a fuss, so he hurriedly stopped her. Lan Zui took out a hundred yuan and held it in his hand, squatted down with a smile and said to the boy: "Little brother, is this stele your family?" Do you recognize the words on the stele?

The boy's eyes stared directly at the money in Lan Zui's hand, and continued to stalk his neck and emphasize: "One hundred! ”

Lan Zui stiffened with a smile, took out another hundred and put it in his hand, and said softly: "As long as you tell me who knows the words on the stone tablet inside, these two coins are yours, okay?" ”

As soon as the boy saw that the red banknotes in Lan Zui's hand had changed from one to two, his eyes lit up, and he completely ignored Lan Zui's words, and directly reached out to hook the money in Lan Zui's hand.

Lan Zui's eyebrows frowned sideways to avoid it, and the boy was still resting on the wall in front of the door, and with a hook of his hand, he deviated from the center of gravity, fell to the ground and fell into the mud. The boy didn't cry when he fell, he turned over and lay in front of the door, blocking the threshold with his hands and feet in big characters, and shouted: "Money!" Then he muttered a series of words that no one could understand.

Lan Zui saw that the boy's posture was so ugly for money, he couldn't help but be speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to get angry and endured it.

Meng Zheng couldn't go any longer, so he took out a piece of money from Lan Zui's hand and handed it to the boy, stretched out his hand to pull him up, and they entered the house as much as they could. No matter how dilapidated the house is, it is better to be a place to shelter from the sand than to bask in the sun.

The boy ripped the money out of Meng Zheng's hand, and still couldn't afford it. Meng Zheng went to pull, but he grabbed Meng Zheng's hand and looked at the other pink banknote in Lan Zui's hand, "Money!" Money! ”

Although the boy is young, his hand strength is not small, and he can't shake it off twice. Whoever has been in the car for a long time as a xiaolongbao and basking in the sun on the top of his head, and his temper will not be too good when he meets a messy bastard, Meng Zheng stared and pouted, and his stubborn temper also came up, padring his toes and arms pumped up, and the boy's body dragged on the ground with her arm moving, still not letting go.

The next few were also angry at the boy, but it was not good to be angry with a child, so they neither helped Meng Zheng nor stopped it, so they looked coldly and wanted to see how much trouble the boy was going to go.

In the end, Jun Yihuang took the remaining ticket in Lan Zui's hand, threw it farther away, and said lightly: "Forget it." ”

As soon as the boy saw the money floating to the ground, he immediately let go of his hand and pushed the zither away, turned around and pounced to press the money under him.

But this time he finally got out of the way.

Lan Zui saw the boy get the money and smiled, and he hated him so much that he had the urge to grab him and tear off his pants and spank him. Looking at Jun Yihuang again, he led the way in, and hummed: "Yihuang, did you really give him the money?" He tasted the sweetness, with this time, there will be a next time, why are you used to him! ”

"You're here to see the monument, what are you trying to do with a child?" Jun Yihuang turned his head to look at the group of people behind him who were also puffing up like children, and sighed, "You Gui Geng? ”

"What is expensive Geng, it is not expensive, that is Qian Le!" Lan Zui was still angry, she didn't really care about money, so she wasn't happy to be blackmailed like this. She's not stupid!

"You're not very good at making money, and I don't get much." I don't want Jun Yihuang to return without even thinking about it.

Lan Zui hissed like a toothache, and didn't say a word for a long time. No way, Jun Yihuang said the first half and the second half of this sentence correctly, and this is her daughter-in-law, the daughter-in-law took her money to give away, what can she say?

She can't say anything, she can only eat coptis dumbly and swallow it!

With this episode, everyone's depression dissipated a little. Fortunately, the boy took 200 yuan, for fear that they would return, so he got up and ran away, and did not come to make trouble again. Inside, the inside of the house was more dilapidated than the outside, except for the four walls and one roof, there was only an ordinary large stone monument about two meters high and one meter five wide erected in the center of the house. The words on the stele are as small as mosquitoes and flies, and now the stele is still painted with sharp things horizontally and vertically, and the words that are already strict zhòng weathered are even more blurred, and it is not as clear as the stele.

The five of them walked around the house a few times, trying to find out some information. It's a pity that the house was built in modern times, and it was built very crudely, except for the role of sheltering the wind and sand, no information was left.

Fortunately, they were all mentally prepared before coming, knowing that this kind of thing could not be forced, so it was better to find a place to settle down and put away the luggage, and then come out to inquire slowly.

Several people came out of this crumbling and dilapidated house. After analyzing it, they felt that they should start around the stone monument first, and they wanted to find a hotel around. But Mock is desolate and remote, and the only hotels are in the city center, and although there is a spring here that is more lively, it is only relatively speaking. What is even more devastating is that 80 percent of the locals do not know Chinese, and several people even ask for directions, and they all talk to chickens and ducks. Just when a few people almost gave up and were ready to take the steamer back to the city center, Rong Shisan finally persevered and caught a man who could speak Chinese.

Not to mention how tiring it is to go outside on such a hot day, now they just want to find a place to sit and drink a glass of water, and when they hear that there is a place to live, they don't pay attention to it, and follow the man named Dawut back home.

The man's house is a three-story self-built building, the exterior is ordinary and the interior is quite clean, the main hall has air conditioning, each room is equipped with ceiling fans, as well as a TV and electric kettle, just like an ordinary guest house. Now Lan Zui's heart has settled down, and they decided to live here for the time being. When I asked again, the man named Dawut turned out to be a Han Chinese, and when he arrived in Mok while hiking, he fell in love with a local girl, so he stayed in Mok to get married and take root.

Dawuti and his wife are very diligent, cleaning up, taking fruits and cooking, and when they clean up and stop for lunch, it is already afternoon. Rong 13 saw that the sun was a little off, remembered the miserable steamer car in the morning, and decided to go back to the city and drive the car to Dawuti's house to park, so that it would be easier to enter and exit. Lan Zui also felt that it was still early, so he took Dawut and went out, hoping to pick up some tongue leaks and find some clues.

For a moment, only Meng Zheng, Bai Suhe and Jun Yihuang were left in the room. Meng Zheng sat for a moment, made an excuse and went out with him.

After the afternoon, the wind blowing outside had already brought a hint of coolness, Meng Zheng stood at the door of Dawuti's house and sighed silently, looked left and right, and walked out in a random direction.

Western Xinjiang is dry and hot, and the food is mainly naan and dairy products, and dairy products are mixed with fruits, which have a sweet taste. Bai Suhe is a native of western Sichuan, although she is not too particular about eating, but she has never liked sweets. When Meng Zheng saw that she basically didn't move a few chopsticks at noon, she knew that she was not used to eating. To be honest, Meng Zheng himself is not used to eating, so he will come out and want to find a supermarket to buy some salty and spicy side dishes to eat at night.

But this is just an excuse for Meng Zheng to go out, as for the real reason for going out, it is that Meng Zheng can't stand the depression and dullness in the room, and would rather come out to blow the wind and swallow sand.

Meng Zheng didn't know how much Bai Suhe had heard that day. When Bai Suhe was found at the kitchen door, Meng Zheng's mood was mostly afraid, but a small half was still looking forward to it. There will be no saints in this world who only want to give but not reciprocate, and they always want to get something after paying. Meng Zheng continued Bai Suhe's life, and she didn't ask Bai Suhe to be grateful, she just asked Bai Suhe to express her good feelings, and she was enough.

But what disappointed and dazed Meng Zheng was that Bai Suhe didn't have any appearance, she didn't seem to care whether her life was long or short, nor did she care if Meng Zheng really remembered Yiqiē and became that person.

It was a kind of insipid and resistant indifference, silent, hurtful and invisible.