Not far away, a few Zang yaks, as well as Tibetan sheep, flicked their tails, leisurely and slowly grazing. The boys ran away again. There is no end in sight to the vast grasslands. Bai Zezhi found a shade under the hillside, she leaned against the hillside, blowing a cool breeze, and fastened a Tibetan hat on her head to block the strong sunlight.

She remembered a poem about cattle herding: "The cow has to ride freely, and the spring breeze and drizzle fly." In the green mountains and green grass, a flute and a coat. The sunrise sings, and the moon caresses the palms. Whoever is like you, nothing is nothing. "It's just that the mood is different from what I feel now. The poem is leisurely, and here, in addition to leisure, there is also magnificence.

Time can be squandered in such luxury, you can do nothing, just stay like this, let yourself melt into the sky like this. She stared at the horizon in the distance, her mind empty.

It didn't take long for her to suddenly realize that there seemed to be a black dot on the horizon that had been slowly magnifying. It was like a person approaching here.

It's a man on horseback, coming this way. Bai Zezhi's head froze like this, staring at this unknown object that had magnified from a black dot into a black shadow, stunned.

She seemed to be looking, but she didn't seem to be looking. As she was in a daze, the man on horseback got closer and closer to her, as if he had come specifically to find her.

The rider took hold of the reins and stopped in front of her, looking down at her. Bai Zezhi looked up at him from the bottom to the top. Navy blue boots, stone-ground blue jeans, navy blue belt, white shirt as white as white clouds, and a handsome and familiar face under a navy blue cowboy hat.

The man's deep gaze stared at her fixedly, and then he smiled slowly, revealing four white teeth, and said to her casually, "Tsk, I have become a wild girl, and the plateau red has also come out." ”

At this time, Bai Zezhi had already stood up from the grass, her hat fell to the ground, and the garland reflected her beautiful and ruddy face. She looked up, smiled, and said to the man on the horse, "You have grown up!" ”

"I'll go!" Gu Youli turned his head sideways and burst a sentence in his throat. He felt that he was cool, handsome, and heroic, and he was forced to be punctured by Bai Zezhi's words, like a deflated balloon.

Turning back again, looking at the girl in front of him who made him think about it day and night, Gu Youli asked, "Do you want to come up?" As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand to Bai Zezhi.

Bai Zezhi put his hand on Gu Youli's hand, and Gu Youli dragged her onto the horse. Bai Zezhi sat in front of Gu Youli, Gu Youli circled her and let the horse walk slowly.

"Where did you get the horse?" Bai Zezhi stroked the horse's shiny mane and asked curiously.

"I naturally have a way." Gu Youli refused to answer her directly.

"You make it run faster!" Bai Zezhi said.

"Are you sure?" Gu Youli asked behind him.

“sure。” Bai Zezhi replied loudly.

“ok!”

Gu Youli clamped the stirrup and let the horse run. The horse ran faster and faster, and the wind blew in her face, blowing the broken hair scattered in front of Bai Zezhi's forehead, and she held down the wreath on her head to prevent it from falling.

What are you doing here?

You okay?

If I wanted to ask, I didn't ask, and it didn't seem like I needed to ask.

This scene seems to be familiar, as if it happened exactly the same at any time. Again, it seems, no.