Zhao Sichen found Wei Qianlang on the fifth day.

Zhao Sichen came to a small tribe and gestured with his hand.

The grandmother who handed Zhao Sichen water couldn't understand Zhao Sichen's words, and it was fun to see her more than hand-to-foot, grinning toothless and laughing silently.

Zhao Sichen sighed and stopped moving.

She simply squatted down on the side, looked at the endless grassland in front of her, and silently drank the water from the water bladder.

The old grandmother saw Zhao Sichen ignore her and left by herself.

After a while, a hand patted Zhao Sichen's shoulder.

Zhao Sichen turned his head and saw that it was still the wrinkled old grandmother.

Zhao Sichen hurriedly explained: "I'll squat for a while and leave, I won't delay you for too long." ”

The old woman waved her hand and dragged a young man out from behind her.

The young man was dressed in a voluminous robe, his hair was braided, and he was smiling.

The old grandmother slapped the young man a few times, pointed at the young man, and gestured at Zhao Sichen.

I think I found someone who can speak Chinese.

Zhao Sichen stood up and asked, "Have you ever seen a strange young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, so tall, Han ......?"

The young man of the different race in the wide robe smiled and nodded again and again: "Yes, there is ......"

Zhao Sichen was stunned for a moment, and repeated again: "It's a man, he was driven over by wolves a few days ago, and the Han people ......"

"Yes, yes!"

Zhao Sichen hurriedly smiled: "I'm sorry for you to take me to him." ”

"Let's go."

The young man smiled brightly, acted simply, and walked towards a tent with Zhao Sichen.

The two of them gestured hand and foot, and Zhao Sichen learned from a few words that since this small tribe is not too far from Beicheng, from time to time people go to Beicheng to purchase supplies, there are several young people who can speak Chinese.

Although the young man didn't know much Chinese, he was very interested and spoke in a chattering voice.

It's a pity that Zhao Sichen has a lot of worries, and he doesn't know how much he listened.

Walking to a small tent, the young man opened the curtain with a bang.

Zhao Sichen squinted his eyes and saw Wei Qianlang half-lying on the sheepskin felt on the side, and a little girl with braided hair kneeling beside him was feeding him medicine.

Zhao Sichen stepped into the door curtain with an expressionless face.

Wei Qianlang raised his head, saw Zhao Sichen, and said happily: "Miss Zhao!" ”

Zhao Sichen sighed "Hmm" and replied lightly: "Little Third Master." ”

The little girl on the side turned her head and looked at Zhao Sichen, blinking her eyes.

Then, the side of his body blocked in front of Wei Qianlang, blocking Zhao Sichen's gaze.

The little girl was about the same age as Zhao Sichen, but she acted very spicy, slammed the bowl aside, and shouted at the young man.

Not to be outdone, the young man also quarreled with the little girl.

Zhao Sichen watched the two of them quarrel inexplicably.

Seeing that the little girl was arguing, Zhao Sichen also gave way to the side, so as not to disturb them.

Wei Qianlang lay on the couch and beckoned to Zhao Sichen.

Zhao Sichen took advantage of the fact that the other two people present were busy arguing and didn't have time to pay attention to her, so he quietly walked to Wei Qianlang's side.

Wei Qianlang asked in a low voice, "You came here to look for me?" ”

Zhao Sichen said: "No, I passed by and came in to ask for a drink." ”

Wei Qianlang chuckled lowly, and didn't care, and said, "I thought it would be General Pu who found me first......

Zhao Sichen said: "You are happy in the gentle township, and you are afraid and don't want others to disturb you, right?" ”

Wei Qianlang heard that Zhao Sichen's voice was wrong, and looked up at her: "What's wrong with you?" Too tired? ”

Zhao Sichen pursed his lips and did not speak.

And the young man and the little girl became more and more noisy, and the two of them simply started to move.

The little girl lifted the bowl in her hand and threw it at the young man.

The young man rushed forward, flipped through the aside, took out a few letters from under the sheepskin felt, grasped them in his hand, and shouted to the little girl.

Zhao Sichen's eyes were sharp, and he saw Wei Qianlang's handwriting at once.

She looked back at Wei Qianlang in surprise.

Wei Qianlang was very calm, nodded, and said, "It's a letter I wrote to General Pu." ”

It turned out that the letter written by Wei Qianlang was detained by this little girl.

The little girl rushed over, grabbed back the letter that the young man was holding, raised her hand, and slapped the young man hard.

The young man angrily kicked the thing under his feet and angrily lifted the curtain of the door and went out.

The little girl gasped, noticed the gaze of Wei Qianlang and Zhao Sichen, turned her head and glared at them viciously.

Zhao Sichen and Wei Qianlang were both obedient, and they were glared at by the little girl, but they dared to shrink aside and not speak.

About the little girl also felt bored, threw the few pages of paper she was holding in her hand on Zhao Sichen, and left angrily.

Zhao Sichen was stunned, didn't dare to speak loudly, and asked quietly: "This little girl, is she usually so fierce?" ”

Wei Qianlang felt funny, and also lowered his voice and said: "That's not it, the little girl is very lively and cute on weekdays." ”

Zhao Sichen snorted coldly: "In front of you, it is naturally lively and cute." ”

Wei Qianlang said: "Maybe I was stimulated today. ”

Zhao Sichen put the letter in Wei Qianlang's hand and said, "General Pu and I thought that you had suffered an accident, so you didn't even bring back a word. It turned out that he was cut off. ”

Wei Qianlang explained: "I only came to my senses two days ago and immediately wrote a letter, but—

Didn't you see that the letter didn't get out......"

Zhao Sichen snorted coldly: "I'm afraid that the little girl takes too good care of you, and you are reluctant to leave." ”

Wei Qianlang chuckled.

Who knew that when he smiled like this, he pulled the wound on his chest, and he clutched his chest and coughed a few times.

Zhao Sichen sat down helplessly and asked, "Where is the injury?" ”

"I broke the leg bone in my left leg and broke two ribs in my chest."

Zhao Sichen gently pulled Wei Qianlang's collar: "I'll see-"

There was a "bang" at the door, and the little girl rushed in angrily.

Zhao Sichen felt inexplicably weak, hurriedly took his hand back, and smiled at the little girl.

When the little girl saw Zhao Sichen's smiling face, she had a cold face, and muttered a few words in her mouth that she didn't know what to say.

Zhao Sichen glanced at Wei Qianlang out of the corner of his eye. Wei Qianlang shrugged helplessly.

Although the little girl was not polite, the people of this tribe were very warm.

Seeing Zhao Sichen's arrival, soon, the young people in the tribe who could speak Chinese gathered over.

There are also elderly people, although they can't speak of sinicization, but they all enthusiastically show Zhao Sichen a device they bought at the Han bazaar.

In the evening, in the open space in front of the tent, the people gathered firewood and lit a bonfire.

The fire crackled, and every now and then sparks splashed out.

There is a large temperature difference between day and night on the grassland, Zhao Sichen wrapped a sheepskin blanket around his body, stretched out his hands to bake the fire on the bonfire, and let out a comfortable sigh.

For so many days, she slept in the open, ate without a meal, and at night found a leeward place, huddled together with one person and one horse to keep warm.

Today, I was finally able to roast a hot fire and drink hot mutton soup.

Wei Qianlang leaned on the stretcher, and was also carried outdoors and sat next to Zhao Sichen.

Zhao Sichen turned his head to see Wei Qianlang, and handed Wei Qianlang a piece of roasted lamb chops.

The fierce little girl squeezed over silently, squeezed between Zhao Sichen and Wei Qianlang, and gave Zhao Sichen a provocative look.

Zhao Sichen snorted coldly, took back the outstretched hand, put the lamb chops into his mouth, and the white teeth tore off a piece of mutton fiercely.

Zhao Sichen didn't talk much to the little girl, and ate mutton by himself.

As if she had been wronged, the little girl approached Wei Qianlang's side and whispered something to Wei Qianlang.

Wei Qianlang was still polite and said a few words from time to time.

Zhao Sichen found out that Wei Qianlang had been in the north for less than half a year, and he had actually learned the local dialect.

Although it was still stumbling, it was obvious that there was no problem for the two of them to communicate.

Zhao Sichen, who couldn't understand what they were saying, silently moved his seat to the side.

Hmph, whisper!

It's not uncommon for her to know what they're whispering.

The young man who led the way for Zhao Sichen in the morning came to Zhao Sichen's side and handed Zhao Sichen a bowl of milk tea with a smile.

Zhao Sichen took it, took a sip, and couldn't help frowning.

The milk tea has a very strong milk flavor, and there is a lot of salt, which is too salty.

But—

If the milk taste is reduced, the salt is replaced with sugar, and the milk tea is made like the future generations, it is not bad, and it must be able to set off another wave in Daqing City-

Zhao Sichen's thought flashed through his mind, and before he could think about it, the young man picked up his bowl, touched it by the bowl in Zhao Sichen's hand, and shouted: "Drink!" ”

The young man raised his hand and drank it all by himself.

Zhao Sichen saw that the young man was in the bowl with milk wine, so he smiled and took a sip of milk tea in his hand.

The young man was obviously a little drunk, and his eyes looked through Zhao Sichen's shoulder and looked at the little girl who was chatting with Wei Qianlang on the side.

The young man was born tall and big, but at this moment, his mouth was flattened, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he actually had the taste of grievances.

Zhao Sichen looked at the little girl, then at the young man, and asked in a low voice, "That's the girl you like?" ”

The young man was also bold, and he didn't twist, and nodded generously.

Zhao Sichen asked, "Does the little girl know?" ”

The young man said, "Yes, yes! But, she, she doesn't want me to be her husband-"

Obviously, the little girl was not interested in the young man, and her heart was on Wei Qianlang.

The young man suddenly said, "She wants you to be a friend, to be her husband-"

Zhao Sichen said: "That's impossible, my friend must go back."

He won't stay and be someone else's husband. ”

After that, the young man and Zhao Sichen sighed in unison.