The grassland under the moonlit night, the cold wind is boundless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are more stars here than in any other sky, like countless loneliness.

The horse-head fiddle retracted its bowstrings, and the last hint of the long tune dissipated into the sky.

Mongolia, slept.

In the deep grass away from the yurt clusters, there is a small yurt.

The moonlight sprinkled on the pink spire, and Ao Bao was alone.

The curtain swayed in the breeze, and a pair of boots hung from the top of the curtain.

The boots are small, and the naughty tips of the boots quietly turn upwards.

A pair of fiery red daughter boots.

Just by looking at these boots, you know that the owner of the small yurt must be a petite and beautiful grassland daughter.

She didn't know how many nights she had waited in the depths of the prairie and how many sleepless sleeps she had sprought.

Is it still lonely tonight?

In the distance, a lone horse neighs and rustles on the grass.

Under the moonlit night, someone rode a horse home.

Seeing the lonely daughter Ao Bao in the distance, the passers-by stopped the horse's hooves.

After hesitating for a while, he finally lifted the reins slowly.

After looking at the flaming red boots hanging from the tent curtain for a while, the passers-by turned over and dismounted.

There was a horse stake next to the bag, and after tying the horse, he hung the whip with his boots.

Lift the curtain and step in.

There was no light in the bag, and the moonlight penetrated into the gap between the carpets, giving a few subtle rays of light.

Under the light and shadow, I saw a weak body sitting up, clutching his Mongolian robe tightly, and did not dare to look at the passers-by who came in.

The passer-by took off the self-defense scimitar from his waist and took a sip of dismount wine.

The sac was stuffed and tossed aside, and the passers-by opened their Mongolian robes.

Step into the weak body.

She was overwhelmed by him, breathing heavily, but she didn't scream.

Hands busy, stripped her naked.

The mutton fat-like skin and the jade-like body have been kissed all over by him.

Letting him go wild on herself, she could only close her eyes and secretly weep.

Finally, his legs were lifted by him, the most beautiful thing that no one had ever seen......

The autumn rain is over, and the winter plum is red.

Endure the pain and let him unload the fatigue on himself.

Before dawn, he left her.

He retrieved the sac and tied his saber back.

He put on his boots and went out of the tent, took off his leather whip, and rode away without the slightest nostalgia.

Listening to the sound of the horse's hooves, she fumbled for her robe.

put on his robe, hugged himself tightly, and shed tears for his daughter.

Then, wait for passers-by who don't know which day will come.

Passers-by are in a hurry, passing by Wen Cun.

Until she became pregnant and gave birth to a child who did not know who her father was.

When she was still able to give birth, she was busy with her pastoral work during the day, and still slept alone in the small yurt at night, hanging up her bright boots like red fire, waiting for the next whip to entangle.

Maybe one day, a passerby will come back and marry her so that she can have a home.

If she doesn't marry or accept her fate, she finally has her own children.

When her children grow up, she can teach her sons to herd and live with them.

And her daughter, will repeat her fate.

Lived alone in a yurt, hung up his leather boots, and waited for a strange horsewhip.

This is not the story of the blue wolf and the white deer.

This is the story of the steppe daughter.

There are countless such steppe daughters, who have abandoned the happiness of their lives and continued the race of shepherds.

Many daughters have more than a dozen children, but they can't wear wedding dresses for the rest of their lives, and they can't be the most beautiful brides.

They are the daughters of the steppe, they are the mothers of the steppe, they are the great goddesses.

Listen to Bai Wuchang tell himself the story of women's boots and leather whips.

There are all kinds of tastes in my heart, I only know the bitterness of the shepherd, but I didn't expect the bitterness of the daughter of the grassland to be a lifetime.

Secretly depressed in his heart, he heard Bailu giggling again: "Heijun An'an, next time, I will see a leather whip hanging on the boots of the small yurt room, but don't break in, the leather boots are hanging outside, just to remind you that someone has taken the lead in this yurt room." ”

Without replying to her teasing, Hei Wuchang asked in a deep voice: "I heard that the blue wolf Anda and the white deer Anda are the ancestors of the Mongols, why should the steppe daughter suffer such grievances?"

The blue wolf sighed bitterly, and the white deer rushed ahead: "I heard that Heijun Anda is in charge of Yangshou in the world, is there a good person in the world who has a short life?"

The heart is more than enough, but the strength is beyond it, this is the principle of heaven, even the gods have no power to return to the sky.

With what he asks and what he answers, Bailu is also very smart.

Seeing that Hei Wuchang frowned, afraid that he would lose harmony just after the end, Bailu laughed a few times, and asked Hei Jun again: "Hei Jun An answer, why did you come to my grassland?

Just as he was about to answer, he heard Bai Wuchang clapping his hands and laughing, and grabbed the conversation: "An answered the question, which won my heart." Heijun and I set foot on the grassland this time to inquire with An A about a place to go. ”

"Oh, in the sky and on the earth, there is still a place where Hei and Baijun can't find it?" Bailu covered his mouth and chuckled, and the blue wolf asked in a deep voice: "As long as you are on this grass, don't say a place to go, even if you want to find a needle, I can help you find it." ”

"Northern Stygian Snow Mountain. ”

"Northern Stygian Snow Mountain?" The blue wolf was stunned for a moment, saw Bai Wuchang nodded, pondered, and then asked: "Ann said that there is no return to the Northern Styx Snow Mountain?"

"Now that Ann knows it, everything is easy. Bai Wuchang smiled happily, breathed a sigh of relief, and finally asked the right person.

Just as he was about to listen carefully, Bailu Qiaoyin asked rhetorically: "Who told you that the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain is in the Mongolian grassland?"

Before the question fell, the blue wolf was full of doubts and muttered: "I have heard the name of the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain, but I never knew that it was on this grassland." ”

The blue wolf and white deer know this grassland like a straight palm, but they don't know where the North Stygian Snow Mountain is?

Who else knows?

Cold sweat fell, and Bai Wuchang was almost desperate.

When he was covered in ice and snow like winter, he heard a scream from the white deer and asked the blue wolf in surprise: "Is it the goddess of the snow mountain?"

"Let people take a look, don't eat or drink, and miss the goddess of the snow mountain to death?" The blue wolf's eyes suddenly brightened, and he nodded again and again: "If the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain is in the grassland, it can only be her." ”

Hope was rekindled, like a drowning man holding dead wood in his arms, Bai Wuchang took advantage of the situation and asked: "Where is the goddess of the snow mountain?"

The blue wolf and white deer looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and replied to him at the same time: "I don't know." ”

I don't know.

Another one who doesn't know!

The East China Sea Feather Demon is hard to find, so there is a direction.

And the North Stygian Snow Mountain is confused.

The spirit seemed to have been taken off in half, and the white deer was heard talking in pieces: "According to legend, there is a goddess of the snow mountain in the grassland, who is the most beautiful person in the world. ”

With a flattering smile, the blue wolf interjected, and looked at Bailu fondly: "I don't believe this set of words at all, between heaven and earth, where is there a more beautiful woman than you?"

Gently smacking the blue wolf, Bailu's face turned red: "If I didn't understand what it meant to hang boots outside the tent at that time, and it was fun to hang it for a while, how could I be taken advantage of by you?"

Recalling the past, youth laughing, they actually recounted the old things.

After listening to their nagging and secretly distressed, he heard Bailu's beautiful voice: "There is a man who is the only one who has ever seen the goddess of the snow mountain still alive. ”

"Who is it?"

The question is urgent, and I can't wait to break through the sky.

"Tonight, you and Hei Jun'an promised to both cross the wine array of my grassland. The more anxious he was, the more proud Bailu became.

If there is a handle in the hands of a woman, don't think about getting through it easily.

As long as you are not stupid, you understand this truth.