Lin Mo fixed his eyes and saw that it was a black stone, the size of a goose egg.

The texture is delicate and dense, shiny with oiliness, which seems to be the result of years of rubbing in the hands, and it has been slightly pulped.

Lin Mo laughed, and Said had the same smile on his face.

No one thinks it's a worthless gift.

On the contrary, both of them saw a golden childlike innocence in this black stone, which was indeed the most precious gift.

In such a barren village, it is not uncommon for children to lack toys, and to play with mud and rocks.

Children don't have any values at all, and it's not unusual to pick up a random rock as a treasure and keep it in your hand.

Maybe this stone is a little darker, heavier and harder than ordinary stones, but it is not surprising that a stone like this should be all over the mountains, but it happened to be picked up by Ali, which is inexplicable, and it naturally becomes a worthless treasure that only belongs to children.

However, with the uncertain nature of children who like the new and hate the old, it is not easy to keep collecting it for so long, maybe it is a kind of spiritual sustenance when the father is not around.

What is precious is not the stone itself, but some kind of sustenance attached to the stone.

This scene was watched by Ali's mother and grandmother, as well as the two elderly imams, and the adults looked at each other and smiled in unison.

Ali's face immediately flushed, and the courage he had mustered before was suddenly discharged, and he quickly hid beside his mother. His mother was the same veiled woman who had been preparing lunch in the kitchen earlier.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality, don't bother, we should go too."

The task handed over by "Yuri" was successfully completed, and a big stone in Lin Mo's heart was finally put down.

Fortunately, I came to see it in person, otherwise I would not have peace of mind in this life, and the desolate and barren small village can only maintain food and clothing at most. Without a backbone, the future of this family is too difficult-

"Chuck, thirty minutes to go. It's the front, we're almost there, are the Iranians road blind? He was blind to show the way. We've been looking for the road for so many days, what the hell is this place, there is no road on the electronic map, oh my God, it really makes me dizzy. ”

Northrop. Grumman employee Gagor. Holding a tablet with satellite navigation, Brown sat in the passenger seat facing his colleague Verry. Chuck snorted.

In just a few days, the sun had sunburned both of their arms, and he believed that if he stayed in Iran for a few more days, he would have to become human jerky.

On the tablet with the GPS module, the arrows representing them are approaching the pre-marked destination. It is useless to have satellites alone, and if you take a fork in the road, you may not even be able to turn anywhere, even if you are close at hand.

Thankfully, they finally found the right path after several twists and turns.

"No, no, Mr. Brown. I don't think you're speaking Persian right, and they must have misunderstood. ”

Virial. Chuck drove the rented Cherokee SUV with a depressed expression, and used the cigarette lighter to light himself a cigarette, which was a light lady's cigarette, and a faint smell of tobacco echoed in the car for a while, and then was blown away by the air flow squeezed into the car.

Gagor. Brown saw this. He lit a cigarette for himself with the help of the embers, and took a deep intoxicated puff.

Virial. Chuck and Gagor. Both of them were big smokers, and when they entered the country, they secretly hid a few packs of cigarettes and replenished some "ammunition" from the Iranian black market, which ensured that there was no food on the way.

Even so, they can only smoke it secretly once in a while, otherwise it will cause them big trouble.

Smoking and drinking are illegal in Iran, and can even be punished with capital punishment in serious cases. Because of this, the two did not dare to hire a local as a guide, otherwise the two of them would be locked up in the police station and suffer from a smoking addiction.

"How is it possible, when I was in the United States, the Persian teacher praised me for saying very well!"

Gagor. Brown, who considered himself fluent in Persian, Arabic, Turkish and Pashto, was in charge of the company's housekeeping department to assist with Middle East operations. Chuck thought that his Persian language was full of errors and misunderstandings, but this assessment made him very depressed.

Virial. Chuck continued to drive without squinting, and casually asked, "Is your Persian teacher Iranian?" ”

The road was empty, there were no vehicles coming and going, no pedestrians in sight, and in the blazing sun, they were the only ones who brought up the noisy sand and dust, and sped by.

"Uh, no, he's an Israelite" Gagore. Brown's eyes widened suddenly, "oh!**!".

""Viri. Chuck rolled his eyes at his colleague and threw away most of his cigarette.

It's his personal habit, and it means that there will always be cigarettes left.

Realize what the problem is, Gagor. Brown coughed a few times and lowered his head to look at the tablet in his hand, but the embarrassment could not be concealed.

Iranians and Israelis are inherently not along, and if you speak Jewish Persian, it's no wonder that people will give you a good face.

Silence returned to the carriage.

The road was dry and inhospitable on both sides, full of earthy yellow clayey mounds, or large rocks and fine gravel, and it was hard to see a single grass.

Gagor. Brown and Verry. Chuck and his wife traveled by plane from the United States halfway around the world to Iran, then by train and by car, and according to the satellite nav map, Soji finally found their destination, an ordinary small village called Varga.

Along the way, Gagor. Brown spoke half-tones of Persian, and Verry. Chuck and the two pinched the translated small note, and used the note to attack Iran, which was unfamiliar with the place.

I don't know how many circles I went around before I finally found Northrop. Grumman Temporary Employee Abu Hassan. Zargarh's hometown.

It's just to deliver a large denomination check. The company's senior management asked for a personal delivery and condolences to his family, expressing his attitude of valuing the employees who have sacrificed for the company.

"Fifteen minutes to go, oh my god, we're all missing our meal, and it looks like we're only going to have to eat that damn compressed dry food at noon, Chuck, and get the check and stuff over to you. After saying what needs to be said, we can go and enjoy it, hell. There are no bars in Iran, well, let's hurry up and book a return ticket. The United States is paradise, and it must be compensated for back. ”

Gagor. Brown looked at his companion in the passenger seat, Verry. Chuck was still sullen, stretched out his big furry hand and patted him, and continued, "Hey! Man, I said don't look like a dead person, now we have finally managed to get through the work, we should work harder, I know what you're thinking, it's hard to find a job these days, and there are a lot of people who don't have the right major. Forget your damn geology and exploration expertise, people have to look ahead, don't they? ”

Virial. Chuck glanced at Gagor with a wryful look. Brown, said, "You know, I spent so much time doing my PhD. But it never occurred to me to do an errand that I was not interested in, and although it paid well, it was not what I wanted. ”

In the past few days when the two have been on a business trip together, Viri. Chuck & Gagore. Brown had nothing to say when he was chatting, Gagor. Brown also knew about Verry. Chuck wasn't happy with the job at hand, even though every task was excellent. However, the head of the department always commented that he lacked enthusiasm for work.

Gagor. Brown shook his head like a drum and said, "Chuck! Chuck! Don't get cheap and sell well, I'm not Gagor also from a master's degree, you see, Persian, Arabic, Turkish, Pashto, I'm still learning Russian and French, God, I'm about to become a translator in many countries, and I've long returned my knowledge to the university, but now I'm not doing a good job? Come to think of it, man, can you get a job in your school major that can get that much pay? Me, ahem! Oh shit! ”

Suddenly, there was a shrill horn next to it, and a large truck full of ground suddenly overtook the side of the Cherokee, and the smoke and dust brought up suddenly swept into the Gargor. Brown and Verry. In Chuck's car, they didn't roll up the windows to save fuel and smoke without air conditioning.

"God curse you, oh no, this is not God's territory, well! Allah has sinned against you! ”

Gagor. Brown leaned out of the window and gave his middle finger to the heading truck, but before he could catch it, another truck passed by, and the dust he picked up made him take a few bites.

"Phew! Bastard! ”

Verry in the cab. Chuck was also attacked again, and he hurriedly raised the window.

One large truck after another overtook the side and rushed ahead of the Cherokee, a large convoy of cars, all sprayed with English, what seemed to be the Boulogne mining company.

Suddenly, the big truck in front of it slowly stopped, and stopped on the road with a menacing bang.

"Hell, what do they want to do, do they want to rob?"

Gagor. Brown's face turned green on the spot, and he was afraid for the anger of the other party just now, he decisively retracted into the car, raised the window, inserted all the bolts to death, rummaged through the glove compartment, and squeezed a pepper water spray can tightly in his hand, trembling with fright.

The front is blocked, Verry. Chuck looked at the rear and saw that two long-standing luxury buses were calmly blocking behind, blocking the gravel road that had never been jammed with traffic.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Cherokee had no choice but to stop.

Five or six big trucks, as well as two buses, slowly stopped, half-surrounding the Cherokee who looked like a little shou, is this going to explode the chrysanthemum, or to stir up the base?!

"Huh?!"

Virial. Chuck saw a strong man jumping out of the big truck in front of him, a white sweat vest, camouflage outdoor sweatpants, a thick chain around his neck, and although he was wearing sunglasses, this face seemed a little familiar.

The other party took the initiative to take off his glasses, which made it even more familiar.

A name in Viri. Chuck's heart seemed to be covered with a veil like that of a Muslim woman, but he couldn't recall it. (To be continued)