Chapter 32: The Hospitable Aunt Dan
It turned out that on this windswept grassland night, there were other people like me, looking for a place to meditate and organize the thousands of thoughts in their hearts. I'm probably much happier in comparison, at least with a partner by my side. And she is just alone, and I am afraid it will be even more difficult to let go.
Curiosity drove me to pay attention to her every move, and in a few moments, the woman pulled out a flip-top lighter from her pocket, and a slender lady's cigarette lit at her mouth.
Just as I was lighting a cigarette, the firelight illuminated her face, and I took a quick look at her face, which was very heavily makeup, her face was very white, and her red lips were particularly bright. He is about forty years old or older, but his facial features are very exquisite. What puzzled me even more was that this face gave me a sense of familiarity, and I vaguely remembered where I had seen it.
I stood up, patted the dirt on my buttocks, and walked over to the woman.
She didn't notice my approach, but took a deep puff of her cigarette, which burned on its own between her fingers, her eyes deep and still looking into the darkness in the distance.
I coughed lightly and said, "Sister, borrow a fire." Then he stood beside her and followed her gaze into the distance.
Instead of turning her head to look at me, she handed me the cigarette in her hand.
It seems that she is Chinese, she can understand what I speak, and she is very elegant, like a big girl, or a rich woman.
I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket, lit it with her cigarette, and handed it back to her.
After sucking hard, I continued to talk: "Sister, you are also here to travel?" β
She might have been a little surprised to see that I hadn't borrowed the fire and still hadn't left, so she turned her head and looked at me from top to bottom.
I smiled and said, "We are also here for a tour, and we don't seem to be in the same group." β
She looked at me again for a while, and then said kindly, "I'm not here for a tour." β
"If you don't travel, what are you doing here?" I pretended to be naΓ―ve and ignorant to ask.
The woman didn't get angry at me for my rude questioning, but replied with a smile: "Visiting relatives." β
I nodded and said, "So you're a Mongolian?" β
She shook her head, smiled brightly, and said to me, "Who sued you, living in Mongolia is a Mongolian?" β
It seems that she has a crush on me and jokes with me.
I said, "Where have we met?" β
She took a puff of her cigarette, stomped the remaining half with her foot, tilted her head and said to me, "You little friend, even your aunt is talking?" β
I hurriedly explained: "No, I'm serious, I see that you are very familiar and seem to be acquaintances. β
She continued to smile and said, "Okay, just believe you, maybe I'm a public face, and everyone who sees it is familiar with it." β
I said, "How so?" If you are twenty years younger, you must be a one-in-a-hundred beauty. β
My biggest flaw is that I can't talk, and I feel like I'm not talking properly.
She also reacted immediately, touching her face with her hand, and said with a little melancholy: "Yes, old man." It's not as good as your two girlfriends, one is more beautiful than the other. β
I looked back at Yan Qiu and Jiang Li, who were looking at us, as if guessing what we were chatting about. The eldest sister beckoned to them, and Jiang Li and Yan Qiu walked quickly to us.
Then the eldest sister touched Jiang Li's head and asked, "How old is the little girl?" β
Jiang Li replied: "I'm seventeen." β
The eldest sister nodded and said, "My daughter is still older than you, and it is estimated that she has grown into a big girl." β
Jiang Li asked, "Is your daughter not around?" β
The eldest sister seemed to remember something from the past, turned around again, looked at the darkness in the distance, and said, "I haven't seen you for many years." β
Jiang Li was just about to ask again, but I hurriedly tugged at her sleeve, knowing that it would be a bit too impolite to break the casserole and ask people about private matters like this.
I changed the subject and asked the eldest sister, "What do you call you?" β
The woman thought for a moment and said, "Just call Aunt Dan, what's your name?" β
Jiang Li hurriedly replied: "My name is Jiang Li, Jiang Ziya's Jiang, and Lijiang's Li." She is Yan Qiu, and his name is Zhan Xiao. β
After hearing my name, the woman seemed to be frightened, her body trembled, and she looked at me again and asked, "Your name is Zhanxiao?" β
I was stunned and said to her, "Yes, is there a problem?" β
The woman was stunned for a moment and said, "Oh, it's nothing, it's a good name, a hero with wings spreading, it's good." β
The word Xiaoxiong has long been derogatory to me, and I smiled bitterly: "What's so good about Xiaoxiong?" It's better to be a bear that can eat and sleep. β
Aunt Dan covered her mouth lightly, as if she thought I was humorous, and then said, "Okay, little dog bear, let's go, take you somewhere." β
Yan Qiu didn't seem to be interested in this woman, lowered her head and said, "Go ahead, I'm a little tired." β
So we went our separate ways, Yan Qiu went back to the yurt, and Jiang Li and I followed Aunt Dan in the opposite direction.
Turn left and right and you will come to the whole resort, in front of the largest yurt in the middle. This yurt is very strange, there are four large wooden wheels at the bottom, just like an RV, which can be moved. The wheels were half-buried in the earth, and it looked like they hadn't moved in years.
There was a black sedan parked behind the yurt, the appearance was very luxurious, definitely no worse than my car, but I couldn't tell what kind of car it was. This must be Aunt Dan's car, it seems that she is indeed a rich woman.
Behind the car was a large shed, not like the yurt, which was round, but rectangular, and looked like it should be more than a hundred square meters, presumably a livestock shed, with sheep and horses in it.
Aunt Dan pushed open the door of the yurt and went inside, and Jiang Li and I followed.
Inside sat two men in black suits, playing cards. Seeing that we had entered, the two men hurriedly got up, stood up straight, and nodded at Aunt Dan. Aunt Dan also nodded slightly, and the two of them sat down to play cards again, ignoring us.
In terms of age, they are not much older than me, and in terms of dress, they don't look like they are here for tourism. I laughed secretly in my heart, these two handsome guys should be Aunt Dan's little wolf dog, right? One is not enough, but also two, the rich woman really has courage.
Aunt Dan casually took off her sports jacket, and inside was a low-necked hurdle vest, which was also black. Due to the low collar, the upper half of her breasts is exposed, which is particularly highlighted by the slender waist. Looking at it again after removing the coat, Aunt Dan's figure is definitely above Yan Qiu, and the convex and backward curls are very obvious. In the position of the heart, there is also a tattoo of the word Dan, which is half covered by the vest and half exposed.
She smiled and took an iron lunch box, which contained pieces of dry and hard milk tofu, Jiang Li and I took a small piece and began to gnaw hard.
Milk tofu is a unique food of the Mongolian people, which seems to be called Hu Ruda in Mongolian, which is a kind of dairy product made from livestock milk after coagulation and fermentation process. The shape resembles ordinary tofu, hence the name. The taste is slightly sour, the frankincense is strong, the herdsmen love to eat, often soaked in milk tea to eat, or go out as dry food, both to quench their thirst and satisfy hunger.
Outsiders are not used to eating, such as Jiang Li, who frowned and said that it was not sweet after eating a few bites.
I have lived in Inner Mongolia since I was a child, so this high-quality milk tofu is rare to eat.
I asked while eating, "Aunt Dan, is this the yurt you live in?" It's much more magnificent than ours, and the local tyrants are just different. β
Aunt Dan smiled and said, "This is my uncle's yurt. β
As soon as he finished speaking, a man walked in, this person was the Mongolian uncle who had just roasted the whole sheep, he walked into the yurt, wiped the scimitar with which he roasted the whole sheep with a cloth, and then inserted it into a silver scabbard hanging on the wall. Then he walked over and smiled and said, "Guest?" β
I was curious and asked, "Do you speak Chinese?" Not a Mongol? β
He laughed, and the wrinkles on his face red by the fire were piled together, and then said to me: "My niece is Chinese, can I be Mongolian?" I just live here all year round and do business. β
Aunt Dan nodded and said, "This is my uncle, and I came to see him." β
Only then did I realize that this yurt is indeed different from ours, with all the daily necessities here, as well as a cupboard and wardrobe, which looks like a perennial residence. The quilts and blankets used inside, the chairs without legs placed on the floor, and the kang covered with thick animal skins are all living conditions.
There are also large leather jackets and two long, carved double-barreled shotguns on the walls.
Aunt Dan said to the uncle, "Where is my aunt? β
The uncle replied: "Divide the mutton for the tourists, today it is roasted a lot, and six or seven are roasted before and after." β
Jiang Li was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Let's go back quickly, the roast sheep will be finished in a while, I haven't eaten dinner yet, and my stomach is growling." β
I had no choice but to get up and say goodbye to Aunt Dan and her uncle.
Aunt Dan opened the curtain and sent us out of the yurt, and Jiang Li and I couldn't wait to get out.
When I was about to go out, I noticed that Aunt Dan's hand also had an eye tattoo on the mouth of the hand she opened the curtain.