The woman was wearing a red dress that we were familiar with, twisting her hips with our familiar rhythm, her familiar short hair revealing a slender neck curve, and although she was wearing purple sunglasses that could cover half of her face, my fat brother and I still recognized her at a glance, she was Su Rina we met on the side of the road the night before we arrived in Erenhot.

The same high heels, the same black silk, the same profligate tone and expression.

My fat brother and I were stunned by the car, and I thought, how did I meet her here? Should I say hello? She is dressed like this, she must be on the same mission as she was at the beginning, if she greets her, it will definitely disturb her affairs, she has been disturbed before, and this time she must not add to the chaos.

Sure enough, when those people walked past us, Surina didn't pay attention to the two of us, but from the look in her sunglasses, she did peek at us with her eyes.

My fat brother and I just stood motionless, watching them walk past us chatting and laughing.

The bodyguards behind them were very dedicated, and scolded me and the fat brother in English, probably meaning "What are you looking at?" ”

Only then did the fat brother and I react, looked down at the Russian woman in the car who was already full of anxiety, and then pulled the car door one after the other, and got into the broken car that seemed to have driven out of the scrapyard.

Although the car is broken, the performance is still good, and there is no uncomfortable feeling after sitting on it.

The Russian woman drove along the main road first to the west and then to the north, shuttling through the crowded roads, and judging by her skill, she must have lived in this city for many years.

The car turned left in front of a sparsely placed temple complex into a residential area. In a small residential area, all of them are in the early 70s, relatively old-fashioned four- and six-story residential buildings, small balconies, flat roofs, maintaining the architectural style of the early days of the liberation of the Soviet Union, and it seems that the city was built earlier with the help of the Soviet Union.

The Russian woman lived on the top floor and opened the door with the key to let us in.

After entering, there is a narrow corridor, with two doors on one side, which are the toilet and the kitchen, the toilet is so small that only one toilet can be placed, and the kitchen is also relatively old. Wherever you go, you have to turn on the lights, because you can't see the light in the hallway.

At the end of the three-meter-long corridor is a yellowed door, a black leather bed with a ripped hole, and two old spring sofas wrapped in red flannel. Opposite the bed is a set of combination cabinets, on which is placed a silver-gray 21-inch color TV.

On the wall next to the door, another door opened, and a half-cut white curtain hung up, which seemed to be a suite, as well as an inner room.

Directly opposite the door of the outer room was a square iron-framed glass window with green paint and shaving. On the terrazzo windowsill, there sat a little girl in a red nightdress, about thirteen or fourteen years old, the sun shined through the nightdress, and you could see that she was very thin, but her height was almost catching up with me.

The little girl, who was also blonde and white-skinned, heard the sound of us entering the house, turned her head and looked at us with a blank expression, because of her white skin, there were many moles on her face.

The Russian woman and the little girl exchanged a large number of Russian languages, and the little girl jumped off the windowsill with great reluctance, put on a pair of red flip-flops, went to the bedside table, took a cigarette, lit it, lifted the curtain, and went into the back room.

Watching the little girl's movements, I saw a few unused covers scattered on the bedside table.

I asked the Russian woman, "Your daughter?" ”

The Russian woman said warily in a broken voice, "No, no, no, she can't." ”

I didn't understand what she meant, and looked at her suspiciously.

Finally she made a "if you don't understand" gesture, and we ended the unsatisfactory polite words.

When the little girl entered the back room, the Russian woman unbuttoned the only button on her blouse, and left her coat still on the sofa, with nothing to wear inside, revealing two sagging breasts, and white skin covered with brown spots, like an unpeeled quail egg.

Neither I nor the fat brother dared to speak, thinking that this foreign woman was indeed arrogant, and the guests were bare-chested.

When she unzipped the side of her skirt to reveal the pale green lace panties underneath, the fat brother and I immediately understood, and quickly rushed up and grabbed her hand to take off the skirt.

It turned out that this was a sex worker, and the fat brother and I thought it was a local gangster leader, it seems that she had been treating us as prostitutes before, I said why didn't Jiang Li and Yanqiu come, asked us if we were in the hotel or came to her house, and opened our mouths to talk about money, didn't I think I wanted her daughter just now?

The Russian woman was stunned by our actions, looked at us with a smile on her face, and said that she didn't know why.

I cursed Xiaoxue in my heart first, what kind of crooked ways did she introduce heresy? Only then did I explain the meaning again, and I said word by word: "We were introduced by Lou Xueying, and we want to find a guide to go to the suburbs." ”

The Russian woman asked curiously, "Lou Xueying?" ”

I nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Xiaoxue." ”

As soon as she said Xiaoxue, she understood at once, laughed loudly and said, "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, friend." ”

I repeated the gesture and said, "We don't want that, we want a guide." ”

The woman said, "Xiaoxue is the guide." ”

I was helpless, shook my head and said, "The guide here, go to the suburbs, to the mountains." ”

She seemed to understand what I meant, walked to the bedside table, opened the door of the bedside table, and took out a shoe box from inside, and then turned the shoe box over, and there were many business cards inside, and they were poured on the bed in one go.

She put on the coat that she didn't wear, rummaged on the bed, searched for a few minutes, found a relatively new business card from it, handed it to me, and said, "Guide, this." ”

I looked at the business card repeatedly, except for the Arabic numerals on it, I didn't recognize any of them, all of them were in Mongolian.

Seeing that I couldn't understand it, the Russian woman copied it, then picked up the flip phone that was placed next to her pillow and was now rare, and dialed the number.

When she was on the phone, she also used Chinese, and it seemed that the other party also spoke Chinese, which was much easier to do, not only found a guide, but also could do a translator.

Hung up the phone, the Russian woman told us to wait, the man will come in a moment. The Russian woman made me and the fat brother a cup of coffee each, the coffee was very difficult to drink, not only bitter but also smelled of sheep dung, I and the fat brother couldn't get used to it, just tasted it and put it aside.

I stood by the bed and looked out the window at the temple square with a lot of tourists, all feeding the pigeons.

Russian women say that it is the famous Ganden Monastery.

I smiled wryly, thinking that opposite this sun-drenched temple was the darkest and most desolate life in the world. It seems that people often say that the light of the Buddha shines, and not all of them can shine, as the saying goes, where there is light, there must be a shadow.

I didn't ask for the woman's name, because I knew I would never have anything to do with her again.

When the coffee was cold, there was a knock on the door in the hallway, and in came a dark and thin uncle, not tall about one meter and in his sixties, with a wrinkled face but a straight body, who looked like a healthy farmer.

He wears a blue Mongolian robe with a belt and embroidered patterns, a bare arm and shoulder, a pair of old black trousers underneath, and a pair of leather sandals that seem to often walk in the mud.

As soon as he entered the door, he first exchanged pleasantries with the Russian woman, who seemed to be also a regular customer of the Russian woman.

I couldn't help but look at the pile of business cards scattered on the bed, and sighed in my heart that the person introduced by Xiaoxue was right, and finding her was equivalent to finding a distribution center for three religions and nine streams.

Through the introduction of the Russian woman, we learned that the uncle's name was Galu.

Uncle Galu asked us in fluent Chinese, "Do you need me to lead the way?" Where are you going? ”

I questioned his nationality and said, "You speak Chinese so well?" Are you Chinese? ”

Uncle Garu smiled and said, "My father is Chinese, I was born in Mongolia, and I am an authentic Mongolian. It doesn't matter, I'm very familiar with the surroundings of Ulaanbaatar, and I've lived here for decades, so I can lead you wherever you want to go. ”

I said yes, saying that I did not doubt his ability, and then said, "The place we are going to is the source of the Tula River, a place in the Kent hills." ”

Uncle Galu thought for a while and said, "I haven't been in the mountains for many years, and I went there to hunt when I was young, so I'm quite familiar with it. What are you doing there? There are many things to do in Ulaanbaatar, so I'll show you around the city. ”

The fat brother opened his mouth and said: "We are going to do things, things are very important, and we are in a hurry, and the reward will not be less than you." ”

Uncle Garu folded his hands, looked up at the ceiling and said, "Supreme Tengri, I am not a person who loves money. ”