Hello, 1983

Many people listen to Daolang's Hu Yang of Kashgar, but they don't know what the last chant is.

That's right, that's Dolang Muqam.

At this moment, in the Gobi Desert, under the lonely Populus euphratica tree, Liu Qingshan's vast singing, combined with the desolate Muqam's singing, the people present seemed like a lifetime away.

It was as if three thousand years had passed by in a flash.

The poplar tree is half withered and half prosperous, which is the witness of this time.

Miss Xiaoxu had been crying for a long time. She pressed her body tightly against the Populus euphratica tree, as if she wanted to merge with the Populus euphratica tree.

Even if her body is weathered by the years, she will wait for her lover here.

Finally, Liu Qingshan and the voices of those Uyghur compatriots gradually faded away.

Liu Qingshan folded his hands together and bowed to the Populus euphratica tree: Be born like Populus euphratica!

The surrounding Uighurs also paid homage to the Populus euphratica tree, and then gathered around Liu Qingshan, saying something with a very close demeanor.

Although they do not understand each other's language, the music connects their hearts together.

As for the other passengers, they all cast a strange look at Liu Qingshan: My little comrade is so powerful that he can actually win the respect of the local people.

Li Likun also squeezed into the crowd and happily served as a translator for Liu Qingshan.

His heart is also full of respect, you must know that he was recognized only after saving the lives of both mother and son.

Boss, these fellow villagers asked you, did you write the song you just sang? Li Likun translated.

Liu Qingshan shook his head: It's a friend of mine. Maybe in ten years, he will come to this vast land, and you will definitely be able to hear his singing.

The current Daolang is still a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is still more than ten years away from his style.

Only when he came to this land would he be transformed into a swordsman.

Let's go! The driver's voice came from the direction of the bus.

Just as Liu Qingshan was about to go to take care of Xiaoxu, she found that she was walking straight towards the bus. Although her eyes were red, she was full of determination.

Perhaps this desert Populus euphratica,

Teach her to learn to be strong.

After everyone got back into the car, the atmosphere in the car became much more relaxed, and even the locals gently plucked their musical instruments, and many people hummed along, and the scene was very harmonious.

The bus swayed until it was almost dark, and then it arrived at Karamay. Everyone's bodies seemed to fall apart.

When getting off the bus, Liu Qingshan waved goodbye to the locals, and some of them invited Liu Qingshan to be a guest at their house, including the middle-aged man with an eagle.

And those workers in the oil system also invited Liu Qingshan and the others to the hostel.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan still thanked the big brothers of the workers, and then followed the big man who carried the eagle out of the small town of Karamay.

This is what he planned. If he wants to find Senior Brother Hai in the Gobi, it is best to have the help of local people. After all, they are the most familiar with this place.

With Li Likun's translation, Liu Qingshan also knew that the big man's name was Aizimati, which means hero.

On the way, Aizmati went to a family near the city, and then brought out a big camel. He put the shackle he was carrying on the hump, and then led the camel to lead the way.

It seems that when people came, they kept the camels here and rode them when they were going to go back, but now, there are a lot of people.

After walking out of the city and walking for a few miles, he saw that Miss Xiaoxu was exhausted, but she was still clenching her teeth. Liu Qingshan asked Li Likun to discuss with the heroic uncle whether he could let her ride a camel.

Aizimati stopped, then waved his hand to signal everyone to take a break, and muttered a few words.

Li Likun could only translate with a weird expression: Either they all ride camels, or they don't. The same friends can't treat each other differently.

Makes sense, Liu Qingshan also nodded.

It was only at this time that he noticed that the falcon on Aizmati's shoulder had already flown away at some point.

The group rested for a few minutes, and suddenly there was a distant eagle cry in the sky. Then, a black shadow flew and landed on Aizmati's shoulder.

There was a piece of cowhide on Aizmat's shoulder, so he was not afraid of the eagle's claws falling on it.

Then they saw a burst of dust flying in the distance, and in their field of vision, there were more than a dozen camels, which were walking unhurriedly towards this side.

Aizmat stood up: Although the camel walks slowly, it can reach its destination.

Liu Qingshan suddenly understood a little bit, no wonder there are wise men like Avanti in this land.

The wisdom summed up by the working people does not sound esoteric at all, but it is very practical.

When the camel team approached, the front camel was riding a little Balang about ten years old, his face was blushing, and he was talking to Aizmati.

Aizimai waved his hand and told everyone to get on the camel, but the camel's four long legs were about to catch up with the height of people, and they really couldn't climb up.

Wang Xiaobing even jumped abruptly, but fell on the camel's back, but the camel shook its hump lightly, and Wang Xiaobing fell from the other side.

I saw that little Balang slipped down from the camel's back, then stretched out his little hand and patted the camel's forelimb.

The camel knelt down on its front legs first, and then kneeled down on its hind legs, its whole body lying on the ground, less than one meter high.

Wang Xiaobing tried to sit on it first, and then the camel stood up slowly, the two humps stuck one after the other, saving the saddle.

When the others saw it, they followed suit and rode on camels one after another.

Little Balang led the way in front, Aizimati was in the back, threw down camel bells, and marched slowly and leisurely in the twilight.

Aizmat was right, they finally arrived at their destination at nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

It was said that it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, which seemed to be very late. In fact, it was only dark for an hour or two.

It was a yurt, and the surrounding scene could not be clearly seen. Liu Qingshan and the others entered the yurt, and there was already a hostess in a headscarf, offering milk tea and setting up a late dinner.

Mostly dairy products, and then meat products, everyone was really hungry and devoured the meal.

Cao Xiaofei was still more alert, worried that there would be anything in the food, and asked Liu Qingshan in a low voice.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand, he knew that once these herdsmen recognized you, they would treat you like a family member, and they would definitely not have any bad intentions.

He slept until eight o'clock the next morning, only then did Liu Qingshan get up and leave the yurt, only then did he see the surrounding scene clearly.

However, the sky is bright and the wild is vast, but there are no grasslands around. The ground is mostly sandy soil, with more yellow and less green, and then there are plants such as camel thorns that are resistant to drought.

Dozens of tall camels were slowly nibbling on the plants on the ground, and a dozen horses were leisurely flapping their tails.

There is a flock of sheep in the distance, slowly moving on the Gobi Desert.

It's really not a good pasture here, but the herdsmen still survive tenaciously.

Facing the rising sun, Liu Qingshan started jogging, the activity started, and then the speed gradually increased.

Da Da Da, there was the sound of hoofs behind him, and it was Xiao Balang who was chasing after him on horseback.

Liu Qingshan already knew that Xiao Balang's name was Ye Erjiang, so he waved to the little guy on the horse.

The little guy grinned, the smile was pure, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the sheep in the distance.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded, and began to accelerate again, one person and one horse, on this slightly desolate grass, galloping away into the distance.

Aizmati and his wife were milking camels. Looking at the situation over there, they couldn't help smiling and shaking their heads: How can people outrun a horse?

After pumping two buckets of camel milk, Aizimaiti walked towards the yurt with a large bucket in one hand.

He inadvertently glanced at the flock in the distance, and then his arms shook in shock, and two buckets of camel milk fell to the ground.

One of the buckets turned over, and all the milky white milk dripped onto Aizimati's boots. He didn't seem to know it, and just stared blankly into the distance.

I saw two small black dots, moving quickly towards the flock, with four legs in the back and two legs in the front.

how can that be?

Aizimaiti rubbed his eyes. Could it be that Yeerjiang was releasing water?

No, he knew his son too well, he was a competitive kid.

Aizimaiti finally understood: it turns out that people can really outrun a horse.

Liu Qingshan rushed to the vicinity of the flock, and then gradually stopped in his footsteps, and Ye Erjiang finally caught up with his horse.

The little guy quickly turned over and dismounted, ran to Liu Qingshan, grabbed his arm excitedly, and said something.

Liu Qingshan wanted to reach out and touch the little guy's head, but he didn't know if there were any taboos.

In many ethnic groups, it is taboo to touch children's heads, for fear that bad people will take away their souls.

So Liu Qingshan still patted Ye Erjiang on the shoulder, then gave a thumbs up, praising the little guy's horse riding ability.

He really praised him. If Liu Qingshan was riding a horse, he would have ridden it before, but he could only walk slowly, and he didn't dare to gallop.

Ye Erjiang is very interesting. When he went back, he had to ask Liu Qingshan to ride the horse, and then he held the reins in front of him.

Anyone can see the admiration on his face.

Back in front of the yurt, Liu Qingshan got off the horse, and Ye Erjiang told his parents, wow, wow.

It can be clearly felt that the Aizmat family has more respect for Liu Qingshan and others, which can be reflected in the richness of the breakfast.

Early in the morning, Aizmat killed a sheep and roasted it.

Liu Qingshan and the others drank camel milk first, then ate most of the naan to pad their stomachs. Then, under the leadership of Ye Erjiang, they went to visit a circle of nearby herdsmen.

The main reason is to ask them if they have seen Senior Brother Hai before.

Maybe Senior Brother Hai was not going in this direction, so they didn't gain much.

However, after Aizmat learned that Liu Qingshan and the others were looking for someone, he still sent a few herdsmen to help, all of them riding horses, and went to the whole area around Karamay to inquire about news.

This time, even Liu Qingshan was moved: This is a big help.

In the evening, a herdsman finally brought back the news, saying that about twenty days ago, a Han man bought a camel at a herdsman's house and went to Wuerhe.

The herdsman who sold the camels could understand a little bit of Mandarin, as if listening to the other side chanting something like Devil City.

Devil City! As soon as she heard the name, Miss Xiaoxu's face turned pale.

It's no wonder that a place with such a name is not dangerous.

However, Liu Qingshan cast a consoling look at her: Devil City just sounds scary, but in fact it is mainly windy and sandy.

Because it is located in the tuyere and eroded by strong winds all the year round, it forms a unique Yadan landform, and the whistling wind sounds like a ghost, so it has this name.

Miss Xiaoxu nodded: Then he must have gone to Devil City, let's go there to find him.

Liu Qingshan also felt that it was very possible that a person like Senior Brother Hai would definitely go to Devil City for inspiration.

In order to confirm that it was Senior Brother Hai, Liu Qingshan asked the herdsman to lead the way. He was going to confirm with the herdsman who had seen the suspected Senior Brother Hai.

Seeing Liu Qingshan riding awkwardly on his horse, the herdsman said in unskilled Mandarin, Yeerjiang said you can outrun a horse.

Liu Qingshan also felt that the journey was too slow, so he simply dismounted from the horse and ran for a while. When he was tired from running, he sat on the horse's back to rest.

Even so, the herdsman who led the way was shocked, and his eyes looking at Liu Qingshan were full of respect.

After confirming that it was Senior Brother Hai, Liu Qingshan came back and told Aizmati about the idea of ​​going to the Devil City to find people.

Unexpectedly, the face of this hero suddenly changed color, and he murmured: Why are you going there, why are you going there?

In their national legends, Devil City can really eat people.

When Liu Qingshan saw Miss Xiaoxu go to dig her pocket, he hurriedly stopped her. This is not something that money can solve at all.

Liu Qingshan gestured to Li Likun again, and then said:

Brother Aizmati, you can take us to Devil City, you don't need to go in.

Aizmati hesitated for a while, then nodded: Then I will accompany you on a trip, but you must obey my command, otherwise, we will all be engulfed by the devil.

Liu Qingshan also nodded solemnly, he knew that it was the limit that Aizimati could do like this.

Even Liu Qingshan didn't know how to thank this hero after returning.

Then, to prepare for this trip, Aizmati's wife baked two bags of naan.

There is very little water in this thing, and it will not go bad even if it is eaten for a month.

In addition, a lot of food is prepared, mainly jerky and some coagulated dairy products, which are easy to carry and have a long shelf life.

Last but not least, is the water.

Aizimati pulled over the water bags and water bladders from the nearby herdsmen's homes, dozens of large and small.

The gallbladder in these water sacs is made of animal urine, that is, the bladder, which is wrapped with animal skin, which is strong and light.

Everything was ready, and early the next morning, Aizmati led the camel caravan and set foot on the road to Devil City.

There are a total of more than ten camels, each riding a camel, and the rest are all used to carry supplies.

Liu Qingshan and his party of six did not all go, Wang Xiang and Wang Xiaobing stayed here.

In case of any unexpected situation, they can also provide follow-up support.

These two boys are not very happy. They have been soldiers, and they will never back down in the face of danger.

Liu Qingshan explained to them the stakes, and the two reluctantly stayed.

The camel caravan lined up in a long line, slowly and leisurely on the road.

The vast Gobi, the long camel bell, seems to bring people back to the ancient silk road thousands of years ago...