He Mian'er and Na Chen Fuzi were in a hurry to escape for their lives on the grassland, and occasionally they only stopped to drink saliva and set off immediately.

She felt that her health had improved a lot, so she insisted on walking on the ground by herself, and the two of them walked much faster in the second half of the journey.

After walking for a long time, I saw that the day was westward, and when I looked back, the yurt when I came was completely invisible. The grassland wind was strong, and He Mian'er shivered.

Looking up, I saw the smoke rising in the distance, as the so-called "desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets on the long river." This wisp of cooking smoke that was blown by the wind gave He Mian'er and Chen Fuzi hope.

It's just that this smoke looks not far away in the air, and it is close in front of you, but it is still a slim way to walk.

The two supported each other, and finally found the family's residence in the vast grassland before dark.

The Mongolian family, living in a yurt, had a herd of obedient sheep. As soon as He Mian'er and the others approached, a hound howled. He Mian'er was scared and hid behind Master Chen.

The hound's bark attracted his master, and a man came out with a torch in one hand and a stick in the other.

He Mian'er was just about to step forward, but the hound bared its teeth and roared, frightening her to retreat again and again.

"Uncle, we're here to spend the night." Chen Fuzi stepped forward without fear, and when he saw that the man was at a loss, he also reacted, the two sides did not understand the language, and the other party could not understand Chinese.

Then he pointed in the direction where he came, and made the appearance that he was going to cut off his head. Then he folded his hands together and made a pleading.

The man immediately understood, put down the stick, and stretched out his hand to invite the two into the yurt. The hound was still growling, and seeing that He Mian'er was afraid, the owner tied it outside the yurt.

Mongolians have always been a simple and hospitable people. The man invited He Mian'er into the yurt, and the torches in the bag were bright, and He Mian'er saw clearly that this was an uncle with gray hair.

I saw him wearing a blue robe in the traditional Mongolian costume and a small black hat. There was also a kind and kind aunt in the house, and their faces were probably blown red by the wind and sand of this grassland for many years.

The aunt called herself "Sunina", and the uncle called her "Baha", and the two were busy preparing milk wine soufflé and mutton for He Mian'er and the others.

Mr. Chen gulped down the Mongolian milk wine, and felt very happy.

He Mian'er couldn't smell the smell of milk and mutton, and only felt depressed in her chest. The two didn't care, but when she was not used to eating, Zhang Luo made fried rice for her to eat, and served a plate of Mongolian lama cake, so that she could pad her stomach first.

He Mian'er took a small bite at this time, only to feel that the entrance was smooth and delicious, and she finally filled her stomach.

After tea and dinner, the host invited them to rest in the yurt, and Sunina also brought a few thick sheepskin mats for the two of them to rest.

He Mian'er was a little stunned when she looked at this simple and warm yurt. "Master Chen, it's better if we don't stay, I'm afraid it will bring trouble to them." She asked.

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Fuzi immediately guessed what she was worried about. After all, the bandit was extremely vicious, murderous like a mustard, and strong in martial arts.

If he had noticed that something was wrong, he would have found it in less than half a day on horseback in this steppe realm. At that time, she and Chen Fuzi will not only be arrested again, not to mention, but also very likely to bring death to the kind and enthusiastic Sunina and Baha.

It is precisely because of this that He Mian'er hesitated. She knew that this vast grassland, flying sand and rocks, the temperature dropped sharply at night, and they were not familiar with the place, if they went out rashly, I was afraid that there would be only one way to die.

However, Master Chen was much calmer, got up and said, "Since this is the case, you and I can just go." So saying, he took his leave to the Nabaha couple.

The two men's eyes widened, unexpected. Sunina was so anxious that she shook her head again and again, there were murderous intentions hidden everywhere in the grassland, how could they let the guests go out now. The honest Baha'i people were tall and big, and they simply blocked the door and didn't let them out.

Chen Fuzi saw that the language was incomprehensible and could not explain. With an idea, he said to He Mian'er: "I'll take off my coat and draw a picture of the situation for them." With that, he took off the white stick, which had been a little dirty, took the torch-burned stick, and drew it on the white robe.

In the painting, two villains are running away, one with long flowing hair, a short stature, and a slender body, who looks like a woman.

This Chen Fuzi seems to be a Danqing master, the wooden stick is thicker, the color is uneven, he only has a few brushes, and He Mian'er's charm is outlined by him.

Sure enough, after Master Chen drew it, he pointed to He Mian'er who was standing next to him.

Baha and Sunina nodded intently, motioning for him to continue. Chen Fuzi drew a tall, thin man, still pointing at himself.

Then he drew a burly figure with a huge knife in his hand, and struck a big cross on the man. Then he pointed at both of them with a solemn face.

Nabaha's expression changed suddenly, and he understood what Master Chen meant. At that moment, he began to mumble and discuss with his wife Sunina next to him.

I saw Nabaha and Sunina holding torches and making a gesture to invite them out. He Mian'er had anticipated this situation, packed up the things she brought with her, and walked out calmly.

After all, the grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring. She wrote down the kindness of today's meal. Besides, you can't ask for more.

Outside the yurt, night has fallen, and the vast grassland is filled with starlight. There was silence in the four fields, and only the sound of insects in the distance and the barking of dogs in the distance could be heard.

He Mian'er had no intention of appreciating it, she and Master Chen were about to say goodbye, but they were stopped by Nabaha. I saw Nabahar pulling Chen Fuzi's sleeve and walking towards the back of the yurt.

Sunina held a torch and pointed to a half-human-high haystack for He Mian'er, which was the fodder they used to survive the winter. He Mian'er's eyelids jumped at the moment, and her heart suddenly understood.

"Master Chen, we are saved." He Mian'er was simply overjoyed and said to Master Chen. If she was not mistaken, what the two men meant was to let them hide in this hay for a few days.

Nabaha had already started digging holes for them, and although Chen Fuzi was a scholar, he also stepped forward to help. Sunina handed a torch to He Mian'er.

But he was busy before and after, helping them carry the sheepskins they were on, the mutton that they could eat and the milk wine they could drink, including fried dried rice and finger cakes, all of which were carried over to them.

Until they really hid in the haystack, Baha and Sunina helped them carefully seal their mouths with the hay, and He Mian'er still didn't come out of the shock just now.

She has lived for nearly 19 years, except for her own relatives, no one has ever accepted her so warmly, and she was full of emotion for a while.

"Master, this place is a bit like a paradise." He Mian'er said.