My heart kept rising to my throat, and I don't know how long it took for the wind to gain momentum. In the midst of my chaos, I felt a strong wind blowing in the tent, and there was a sound at the entrance of the tent, and a person crawled into the tent and jumped up after entering the tent lightly.

It was Qu Zheng, I was blown up by the wind that had just poured in, and I took the mobile phone that was ready to be used as a weapon, and quietly stuffed it back under the pillow.

Through the dim light, I saw Qu Zheng take off his black clothes, shake the sand on his head, and slowly turn sideways to the sleeping bag.

"Why did you go?" I said coolly.

"Huh..... You didn't drink too much at night, so you're still awake and not tired? Qu Zheng seemed to be taken aback, but his composure was as quickly as he regained his indifference.

"I drank and kidneys, not to mention that last night was a drink with a little alcohol...."Speaking of this, my brain is fragmented again.

Having trouble with this drink? It was all brought by Brother Zhao, and Vena opened a karaoke room He said that it was ready-made, and then distributed it to the people in the camp, so in retrospect, the alcohol content of the drink was a little higher than the regular one.

"Shhhh His body was entangled with mine, and the whole twisted posture was twisted.

The wind is quiet, not to say that you won't pay attention at all, listen carefully, you will be able to hear the rustle, the sound of someone stepping on the sand, like the animal world, the sound of rattlesnakes hunting in the sand, weird, rhythm staggered, estimated to be two people.

Gradually, we approached our tent, then paused.

The posture I had with Qu Zheng was that I got off him, his head was resting on my shoulder, my attention was focused on the sound outside, I didn't expect it, he suddenly put his hand into my underwear, his fingers rushed to my chest with rhythm, I screamed, and then he pinched me again, my voice became dumb due to shyness, and I screamed again.

And at this moment, my voice was enough to make people think about it, and I blushed with shame.

The people outside the tent listened for a moment, then walked away.

I suppressed my anger and waited for the footsteps to fade away, before gritting my teeth and saying, "It's not enough to take advantage of me, take your hand away?" ”

Qu Zheng said with grievances: "Xiaoyuan, is it good to be a little human, you didn't dislike me so hard last night!" ”

Because my legs and feet were pressed by him, I slapped him with my backhand, and with all my strength, I heard him gasp: "Really, it hurts....".

I remembered that I should have photographed his cut arm two days ago, and he wore long sleeves and moved like a cunning rabbit these days, and I forgot about it.

We were tired of each other, and later on, I forgot to ask him why he had been out for so long in the middle of the night, and then came back sneaky, deliberately making me make a reverie sound.....

When I woke up again, it was already sunset, and when I turned around, I realized that he had been holding me with his uninjured arm.

In the morning light, he slept very soundly, and when he looked at him so closely, he had an illusion, how harmless this person was, a small piece of fresh meat, but the facts, on the contrary!

The monkey brought Da Ling over to say goodbye and woke Qu Zheng up.

I only learned that Brother Zhao and his entourage set off for Ceke Port early in the morning. Monkey Northeast people also, in the early years out of the mix, wandering to the north of Xinjiang, self-taught photography opened a grass platform team advertising company, last night met an acquaintance in his hometown, an excited plan to follow the acquaintance's car, take Da Ling back to the hometown of the Northeast.

This is not a good result, a few years later, a cold winter season I went to the northeast to see the snow, in Harbin actually saw the hotel proprietress Da Ling, she held up the pregnant belly to greet the guests, the demeanor is calm, but also a lot calmer, the words are full of happiness.

***

On the way to Ceke, Qu Zheng picked up two people he knew in the camp last night, and the people who were on the same trip were going to Yanjuhai, and there was a game in the inland lake here, and these two people were in a hurry to go to Ceke to talk about business, so they went with us, and I didn't have a chance to ask Qu Zheng about last night along the way.

It seems that people who walk can quickly adapt to the environment and quickly warm up with the people around them.

Along the way, there are constant coincidences and encounters, walks and misses.

As soon as they entered Ceke, the two thanked them and got out of the car, while Qu Zheng turned around, did not enter the town where Ceke Port was located, and drove on the side road for a few minutes, arriving in front of a row of courtyard buildings.

He told me that this was the hotel where the drivers who came and went to transport coal and goods lived, and then jumped out of the car and took out all the luggage he had packed.

I was surprised, he winked at me and said, "Xu Yuan, are you afraid that I will leave you, what kind of expression, bitter and hateful." ”

I snorted and replied, "You have to take off your sleeping bag, it's like that!" After saying that, I realized that there was a hint of coquettishness in my tone, and I despised myself a little.

"The car has to be returned to Brother Zhao and them, I will find a way to go back to the car, don't worry, I can't lose you, you go to the place where you live with Aunt Zhao in the store first, and I will come back in a while." After saying that, he shrugged his shoulders and stroked my hair apologetically, just like coaxing a puppy.

I glared at him fiercely, and Aunt Zhao laughed straight away, so I was embarrassed to follow her with some luggage.

She said that the rest that we didn't use often, and she asked someone to help us put it in the storage room on the first floor.

This small building is made of stone, with a distinctly Russian style and a sense of age.

Obviously it is the border between China and Mongolia, and I asked Aunt Zhao curiously why it is not Mongolian style.

She said that Outer Mongolia has been colonized for many years, and the architecture here has been in this style since the colonial period.

Her hostel, which is U-shaped, covers a large area, and is built on a small hill next to the small town of Zeke, and is built according to the topography.

I followed her into the backyard, entered a small door, and walked down the narrow staircase to the second floor, I thought I had arrived, but I saw her pull open the wall, and it turned out to be a hole, and there was a staircase leading to the top, and I went up and opened the door, which was the third attic.

I laugh and can be an invisible place.

Aunt Zhao nodded, it was really a hiding place, there were many guests recently, she knew Qu Zheng, and left this room for her relatives to live in, not to the public.

It turned out that Aunt Zhao was from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and she came here seven or eight years ago to do business, on the one hand, she opened a hostel for the drivers who used to pull goods, and on the other hand, she exported the small commodities of her hometown to Outer Mongolia and Russia.

She said that the shop was bought from someone else's hand, and the building has a long history of several decades, so it is built of pure stone.

In the past few years, the businessmen here have been plagued by bandits for many years, so there is this kind of secret attic, the bandits are very mixed, there are Mongolians, there are Russians, and some are Han Chinese, and they burn and rob at a fixed time, and they are all evil.

Probably, after the border demarcation was clear six years ago, our garrison wantonly encircled and suppressed and killed the brother of the Gan brothers, who were the most vicious on the border, so that peace could be achieved.

This brother is said to be of mixed race, and the brother who killed him was a man with different pupils, one of his eyeballs was dark green and the other was dark brown, and the people here even rumored that he was the embodiment of the devil.

After that, An Sheng lasted for two years, until about four years ago, when the sniper had become the deputy captain of the border guard, Xiao Tabu, and also the pride of the locals, a Mongolian person, it is said that he had participated in the all-army competition and won the special prize Yunyun, a hero in the eyes of the locals.

Routine inspection here, was silently searched for a long time Gan's younger brother raid, when this side encountered a snow disaster border troops went to the rescue, the deputy captain was attacked by Gan's, the wife who came to visit relatives also died tragically, the two-year-old child was finally rescued by the rescuer, the deputy captain died particularly tragically.

The comrades-in-arms only snatched back the body, and the part of the head was taken away by Gan's younger brother, and his whereabouts are still unknown.....

Listening to others, what we thought would not happen in peacetime always felt so unreal.

I stood in front of the attic window, looking at the town of Zeke in the afternoon, noisy and comfortable, but I couldn't calm down for a long time.

And which of these people I met along the way have appeared in the stories told by Aunt Zhao.......