The car diverted the path and followed the free-range camels, cattle and sheep into the depths of the poplar forest, and he made a sharp turn and stopped in front of several yurts.

In the line of sight, the uncle who was beating the saddle stopped what he was doing and came quickly.

Qu Zheng, jumped out of the car, the uncle patted Qu Zheng on the shoulder and talked to him in not very proficient Chinese, and smiled kindly when he saw me.

A shy little girl was revealed in the yurt, more than ten years old, her dark eyes flashed with longing, Qu Zheng took out the snacks from the bag and threw them over, the little girl happily caught it, and quickly got back into the tent.

The uncle introduced us into a small yurt with a big table in it, and the uncle stretched out his hand and retreated, and I looked at Qu Zheng suspiciously.

He walked to the table and poured a bowl of milk tea for me with a copper-inlaid pot: "It's hot, drink it, this is the purest Mongolian meal." ”

I snorted, nodded, and took a sip that I wasn't used to, but the rich flavor opened my taste buds.

I looked around with some curiosity and asked, "Is this a special treat for you, or is it a farmhouse or something?" ”

He smiled: "It's also open to the public, but I know it," and the rest didn't explain much.

After a while, the uncle's daughter-in-law helped us serve the food, and I felt that the family was very shy and didn't talk much, but there was the most simple smile on her face.

Because there are only two of us, there is no traditional whole roast lamb, it is a leg of lamb, and there are some seasonal side dishes, so intimate makes me a little surprised, the vegetables in the hinterland of the desert are expensive, and I feel that it is stained with the light of Qu Zheng.

I saw Qu Zheng, picked up the knife next to the roast leg of mutton, skillfully sliced the leg of mutton, stacked a small plate and pushed it in front of me, I shook my head, I was very sensitive to the smell of mutton, and I didn't eat it.

He snorted, "Picky eater," and then said as if assuring me: "This is an authentic delicacy, you can taste it, if it is not delicious, you can punish me casually." ”

I twisted the thin slices of meat with my hands and frowned and put them in my mouth, looking at Qu Zheng's tense face and nervous eyes, I finally couldn't hold back my laughter, and said again and again, it's delicious, don't be so serious, okay.

He squinted at me and continued to be a master of meat.

After a full meal, he led me out of the yurt and sat on the haystack next to me, the breeze blowing very comfortably.

In the distance, the uncle finished his work, picked up the horse-head violin on the side and played it, the tune was melodious and full of a touch of sadness, the sunset was slanting, next to another yurt, curling smoke rose.

After a while, a layer of sand rose in the distance, startling the free-range animals everywhere, a tractor came to a sharp turn and stopped, and the Mongolian man who was a little similar to the uncle jumped out of the car, Qu Zheng hurriedly got up and walked over to say hello and talk.

I look at them in the light and shadow, just like looking at a picture scroll from a long time ago, the leaves of the poplar forest are falling with the wind, and it is autumn again, the beautiful scenery of the good day, people and things are so harmonious, I am just a spectator.

When it was dark, we drove away, only to know that it was the uncle's eldest son who had just returned, and he specially brought watermelon and cantaloupe to us, which are local fruits, which are extremely sweet.

I asked Qu Zheng why he stuffed a roll of money into the uncle when he left, in fact, it is a personal curiosity, the people here are simple and the prices are very low, I don't think I can have that money for a meal.

He replied lightly: "Uncle Tabu's second son is my old time, let's go, I'll come and see them." "But here's not much more to say.

But I could feel his sudden sadness as he spoke.

Everyone has their own secrets and emotions that they don't want to be shared.

I think I might have crossed the line.....