Amica and Lord Charles are half countrymen, and her hometown is on the banks of the Tiber River in the city of Rome.

The first time I met Yamika, I was an ignorant child.

I only remember that it was a late autumn afternoon, and her father Alexander led a long camel caravan from the north and made a short stop at "Qingfengze".

The back of every camel was loaded with silk and fabric from Middle-earth.

When this caravan passed through Khotan, everyone has no impression.

Perhaps it never came to Khotan, but entered the Han land from the southern sea route, or from the northern trade routes of Rouran, Wusun, and Qiuzi.

In the courtyard of the inn, the leading bearded Roman stepped off the hunchback, and then from the basket on the side of the hunchback, a cute little figure was carried out.

Golden fluffy hair, dirty and touching little face, blue eyes, and a whole piece of fiery red silk that served as a cotton coat was wrapped around his body.

After coming down from the basket, the little girl timidly took her father's hand and turned her head curiously to look at us children at the inn.

Under our temptation, the little girl broke free from her father's big hand and walked hesitantly towards us.

In the adult world of the caravan, perhaps because of the lack of playmates, this little girl has no wariness at all for us strange alien children.

"Yamika!" Seeing his daughter out of his control, her father quickly turned around and shouted loudly.

The little girl reluctantly ran back to her father's side, and threw a helpless wry smile at us.

The Roman caravan stayed overnight at "Qingfengze" and then set off south.

So I slowly lost my impression of this caravan and this little man from Rome.

Only the name "Yamika", which is very loud and beautiful, will still cause a little wave in my mind from time to time, which may be called fate.

One day five years later, I was eleven years old.

After practicing kung fu that day, I was idle, so I went to the counter in the front hall to help my mother receive the merchants who came to stay.

According to the rules of the Han family, I was already past the year of bunding my hair, and I was wearing a light purple Hanfu gown.

In addition, the person who practiced the martial arts was born, so the whole person seemed to be very energetic, and he was completely a beautiful young man with lofty spirits.

So when I stop at the counter, I always add a lot of glory to the store.

"Mrs. Khotan, your eldest son, Sairu Pan'an!"

"Madame is so blessed, the son is a graceful and suave talent!"

"The old man has a woman, how about giving it to your family? Hehe! ”

As a mother, in the face of such praise, she is happier than earning ten taels of gold.

But for me, there is an indescribable embarrassment, just like the slaves who were auctioned off and the Kunlun slaves who were displayed in Wangcheng Square.

As the eldest son and eldest grandson in the family, learning to take care of the inn, learn to do business, and share the worries of my mother and grandfather is a kind of mission and consciousness that I have had since I can remember.

So even though a hundred are unwilling, as long as I have free time, I will still consciously come to the front hall to help deliver food, clean up dishes, and collect money.

There weren't many merchants staying at the hotel at noon that day, so I sat there bored and fiddled with the tambourine I had with me.

The tambourine is a traditional musical instrument of the Tocharian people in Khotan, with a bright rhythm and clear sound quality.

Hearing the beat of the drums makes you feel like you want to dance.

The first time I heard this drumming, I was fascinated by the sound of the Western Regions.

In the singer of the inn, there happens to be such a Tocharian sister who can play tambourine.

Under my pestering, she became my tambourine teacher.

Since then, playing with tambourine has become one of my biggest hobbies in life.

While I was amusing myself, there was a clear sound of horses' hooves outside the door, and you don't have to guess that the caravan came from the south.

The southern countries are rich in water and grass, and you can go farther on horseback.

The drought and bitter cold in the north are mostly the barren land of the desert Gobi, and the camel is resistant to hunger and thirst, and knows the water source, so it is the best means of carrying goods, and is known as the "ship of the desert".

Soon after the sound of horses' hooves stopped, seven or eight dusty merchants rushed into the hall.

The men wore black robes, and one of the young ladies wore a light cotton gown.

The most obvious sign that distinguished this group from other foreign merchants was that each of them had a gray-black silver cross hanging from their chests.

There is no doubt that this group of people came from the Roman kingdom and believed in Christ God.

Just like their mothers and grandmothers were devotion to the Buddha Shakyamuni, these people believed in a true God called Jesus.

It is said that he is the "savior" who will save the world from suffering if you believe in him.

As he spoke, everyone had come to the counter.

"A bunk for seven people, a single room, we're going to stay for five days."

The girl who accompanied me smiled faintly at me in pure Tocharian language, as if she had known me once.

"Yamika!" The moment I looked up into her eyes and met hers, I jumped out of my chair in excitement.

She was already a curvaceous girl, taller than me, with an olive ribbon tied in her thick hair.

The eyes are still as blue as autumn water, and the smile at the corner of the mouth is timid, with a bit of charm and cunning.

His father, Alexander, was still the same except for his gray beard.

With his eyes like lightning, his hands on his waist and his short sword at his waist, his bronzed face with a bit of inviolable majesty, and several of his followers stood there like door gods.

"I remember you, the little boy who shook the tambourine!" Yamika laughed innocently.

"My name is Yi Jincheng, Yamika! How do you say Tocharian official so well? ”

I had forgotten to do business, and I asked eagerly with my hands on the counter, as if I had met a friend who had been absent for a long time in another country.

In fact, we were just on the same side when we were children, and I couldn't figure out why I was so happy to see this girl, and countless questions came out at once.

"The guide of my caravan is a Kushan, and he speaks Tocharian, I learned it from him, so it's okay!" Yamika was also fascinated by it, and laughed.

"It's okay, it's okay!" I complimented sincerely.

"Smack!" Old Alexander, who was on the side, was a little impatient, and knocked the counter with the silver coin in his hand

Although he didn't speak, it was clear from his somewhat distorted facial expression that he was a little angry.

This old Roman probably thought that I, a hairy boy, was teasing his precious daughter.

"Young Master! Give them the guest's key! ”

The guy on the side couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly shouted at me.

I woke up from a drunken dream, and quickly found the key to the guest room and handed it to the man, who led them to the backyard.

My embarrassment drew another giggle from Yamika, who gave me an amorous glance back before leaving.

It was this fascinating look back that took my soul away and advanced my adolescence by two years.

Before this, I didn't have any feelings about the love of children.

The women around me, whether they are my cousins and cousins, or the little daughters of other relatives in Wangcheng, are playmates to me.

There has never been anything special, heart-warming in it.

For the next few days, as if I had lost my mind, I ran to the front hall and the backyard rented by the merchants, hoping to meet Amika.

But old Alexander seemed to have sensed my misintentions, and began to let my daughter stay by his side every step, and no longer gave me the slightest chance to communicate with her.