The reunion will leave something in everyone's heart to remember.

Zhao Zhao sat cross-legged in the homemade yurt of the villager's home, chatting about the trivialities and joys in life.

In order to welcome Zhao Xun and Wang Yi who came from afar, the simple villagers also deliberately killed a sheep in the pasture.

Zhao is soft-hearted, and he can't see this kind of bloody scene.

A second ago, he said that he wanted to break through himself and watch the slaughtering process in person.

But at the moment when the executioner raised the sharp knife, Zhao Xun still retreated.

Before lunch, the villagers presented the highest local etiquette, Hada, to Zhao Xun and Wang Yi.

Although the villagers speak a hometown accent, in order to make Zhao Xun and Wang Yi understand better, they try to mix with the non-standard Mandarin they speak.

Children chasing each other on the grass wore Mongolian robes that almost covered their feet, and when they saw the guests in the house, they ran over to join in the fun.

The reaction peculiar to the highland region makes the faces of the women here have a natural blush on their faces.

They are all very beautiful, tall, graceful, and white skin, although they are not as heavy as the faces of women in the city, but they also make people feel like they will not want to return.

Zhao Xun listened carefully to the herdsmen's explanations of the past and the present.

Zhao Xun and Wang Yi were guests of the host's name, Nalati, a man about fifty years old, with long pigtails and a beard, but he definitely did not look like a fierce spirit.

The children who were chasing in the meadow were his two children.

His wife has been busy boiling milk tea, making milk skins, and roasting whole sheep from the moment Zhao Xun and Wang Yi stepped into the yurt.

Roasting whole lamb and making beef jerky are his wife's forte.

Every time a guest comes to the house, whether it is a tourist or a local villager, Nalati's wife will always be the one who is busy around the stove.

Narati told Zhao that his wife's name was Uyun Qiqige and that she had been following him since she was 16 years old.

At that time, the conditions at home were not very good, and most of the old people did not receive good treatment after they fell ill, and they passed away one after another.

Fortunately, Kikige has always been by his side, and he has never said a word excessively, which makes Narati quite moved.

After years of continuous efforts, the situation has gradually become better.

They have a pair of children and they are very lovely.

The son's name is Muren, and the youngest daughter's name is Wu Rigen**.

Zhao Xun had heard people say that the Mongolian people did not have a surname.

But now that she heard these names that Uncle Nalati told him, she really didn't understand the inner meaning, so she simply dared to ask:

"Uncle Narati, it feels beautiful to hear your names, but I don't know what they mean, can you tell us about them!"

When Uncle Nalati heard Zhao Xun say this, he immediately laughed.

"Almost every guest who comes to us asks questions like this, hahaha......"

Zhao Xun saw that Uncle Nalati's reaction was so strong, he thought that he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately changed his words:

"It's okay, if it's inconvenient, forget it, I'm just curious."

Later, Uncle Nalati first told Zhao to find his name.

Nalati can be translated as the aerial grassland in Chinese.

Nalati's name was given to him by his grandfather, and Nalati is technically a vast prairie in Yili, Xinjiang.

When my grandfather's generation fought with Genghis Khan, he once passed through the beautiful Nalati grassland.

On the day of the expedition to the west, the wind and snow outside the mountain were pervasive, and the cold was pressing, so that the hungry Mongolian soldiers were all exhausted, and some of them had already fallen at the foot of the mountain.

In order to boost morale, Genghis Khan borrowed Cao Cao's allusion to Wangmei to quench his thirst, telling everyone that as long as they climb over this mountain, they can see the sun.

When the soldiers heard the news, their morale really increased greatly, and they did not do anything, and they climbed several mountains in a row.

Unexpectedly, when I crossed the last mountain, there was a flat river in front of me.

On the reckless grassland like a brocade of flowers, a hundred flowers are blooming, clear springs are dense, and flowing water is murmuring, as if you have arrived in another world.

The temperature here is suitable, and there are even melons and fruits to fill your stomach.

The soldiers suddenly felt refreshed, and suddenly the sun broke through the clouds, and people could not help shouting: "Nalati! Nalati! ”

Later, this grassland got its name from this.

Uncle Nalati's great-grandfather burst into tears and immediately made a vow to himself.

If he can return safely this time, he will definitely name his children and grandchildren the "Nalati" grassland in the future, because it is this grassland that gives him the last ray of light before despair.

And the name of his wife, Uyun Kikig, is synonymous with all the good things in the steppe.

Dark clouds are translated as beauty, wisdom.

Qiqige is translated as flowers, and together they are beautiful flowers, which is also a kind of love and expectation of most herders for their daughters.

Mu Ren, the son of Uncle Nalati, is translated into Chinese as the meaning of great river.

echoes with his youngest daughter Wu Rigen** (the vast ocean), which is exactly in line with his original intention of naming his two children.

Uncle Nalati hopes that no matter what happens in this life, they must be happy.

Happy life, happy soaring.

"I have a Chinese name!"

At this time, Uncle Nalati's youngest daughter loudly interrupted the conversation between Zhao Xun and Nalati.

Of course, this is also the first time that Zhao Xun has heard Wu Rigen's speech since he entered the door.

It's strange that her Mandarin is so standard.

Later, I heard Uncle Nalati say that Xiao ** was studying in a school that was both Mongolian and Chinese.

** is anxious, and she is very envious when she sees those Han girls wearing delicate flower skirts.

So she has always been willing to contact those children, and worked hard to learn Chinese, and even gave herself a Chinese name.

"And what's your Chinese name?"

Zhao Xun walked over and touched the round head of the little **, and asked playfully.

"My name is Liu Na, those flowers, and then next to a woman!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao **'s face showed a full sense of satisfaction.

Uncle Nalati said that now the country's policies are getting better and better, and many herders have moved to towns and cities, changing their previous way of life.

The gradual decline of nomadic life is a good thing in terms of protecting forestry and restoring the ecology.

But when he watched the relocation of the surrounding families and the reemployment of his children, it was possible that in a few decades or hundreds of years, the sun that existed on the grassland for thousands of years would slowly disappear, which was all a kind of sadness.

Although this is just Uncle Nalati's personal feeling from his own position, after all, his own small world can't change the big environment.

Sitting at Uncle Nalati's house, there were many moments, which made Zhao Xun feel like he had returned to 10 years ago.

Hulunbuir's feelings to Zhao Xun back then were very profound, and Zhao Xun has always been unforgettable to this day.

At that time, she was still a little girl who longed for a better life, loved to travel, and longed for the sweet love between Prince Charming and Snow White.

Carrying a school bag, even if you are penniless, you can walk away.

It's nice to live without any burdens.

How many years have passed, when Zhao Xun once again set foot on the land of Inner Mongolia, to a certain extent, it can be said that the concert given to her by Wang Yi just happened to fulfill a dream of hers.

It was already afternoon when I left Uncle Nalati's house.

After lunch, Qiqige took Zhao Xun and Wang Yi to the place where they usually graze.

This was the first time Zhao Xun had seen such a huge flock of sheep, about hundreds, or even thousands.

In fact, Qiqige said, now the shepherds are becoming less and less profitable, but they are used to this kind of life on the grassland and do not want to be upside down anymore.

The feeling of riding on horseback and walking is far better than that of BMW and Audi speeding on the road.

Maybe that's the belief of Uncle Narati's family.

Drinking, riding horses, and walking the world with swords, they have the blood of Inner Mongolia in their bones, and they live in the wind of freedom.

When Zhao Xun and Wang Yi left, Qiqige stuffed the freshly dried beef jerky into the trunk of the car.

Wang Yi took out the cash from the car, but Uncle Nalati insisted on not wanting it.

In the end, Zhao found a dress to go to the toilet and quietly stuffed it into the apron that Qiqige wore when cooking.

Because Zhao Xun doesn't know if she will have a chance to see Uncle Nalati's family again in the future.

Maybe she didn't come to Inner Mongolia again, or maybe Uncle Nalati's family lived an ethereal nomadic life.

After coming out of Uncle Nalati's house, Wang Yi drove straight to the concert site.

The concert was held in a stadium in the heart of the city.

After arriving at the venue, Zhao Xun had to tell Wang Yi that this was the first time in her life that she went to a live concert, and there were many things she still didn't understand.

Before the concert opened, Zhao Zhao specially went online to Baidu to check the "Anda Combination".

The Mongolian word "Anda" means sworn brother, and it is a young band.

Both in terms of their component time and the age of the members of the group, they are young.

The ten members of the group are all from the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, and they are a complete and original ecological band.

Gradually, there were more people in the audience.

The Anda group appeared in the form of a song "Jangar".

Zhao Xun never imagined that he would be so interested in another famous clan outside his body.

Until that day, she saw its beauty.

With their unique voice and singing style, the Anda group frequently won applause from the audience.

The original singing of the long tune, Humai, and the horse-head qin put Zhao Xun in it, as if there was a galloping momentum of ten thousand horses!

The only thing that can really do this is probably this kind of calmness and tenacity that originates from the bones of the Mongolian people!

Listening to the strong and broad voice of the Anda people, Zhao Xun felt like a horse galloping on the prairie.

Sometimes wandering, sometimes flying......