Their journey is longer than planned.
After seeing Aksu's Apple Sea, they went all the way through the Tarim Basin, crossed half of Qinghai, and reached the turn of Sichuan and Tibet.
On the day they entered the grasslands, their RV was in trouble.
At noon, their right front wheel was punctured by a sharp stone.
Originally, they planned to put on the spare tire to deal with it. Unfortunately, as soon as the spare tire was put on, it immediately showed that the tire pressure was insufficient.
At sunset, they met more than a dozen herdsmen in the wilderness, and finally borrowed a complete set of tools from one family, and the tires were repaired successfully.
At this time, it was getting late, and they simply stopped going on the road and lived next to the herdsmen.
At night, they light a roaring bonfire.
This is the most primitive place, away from technology, away from the city, away from everything that is pure.
The enthusiastic prairie man fell in love with Jiang Fang, a young man with obvious Maozi blood, rolled up his sleeves, and invited him to wrestle.
However, Jiang Fang is better at hiding the front.
If not necessary, Jiang Fang does not like to show his edge in front of others.
He waved his hand weakly: "Me? I'm average... But my brother is okay."
Nan Zhou was trying to deceive the foal with a handful of grass when he was inexplicably pulled to the center of the field.
Looking at the man who was almost a head taller than himself, Nan Zhou looked up at him for a while, then turned to look at Jiang Fang, raised his hand and gestured silently.
taller than you.
The tall and strong prairie man with a red face also looked at the young man whose arms were not as thick as sheep's sticks. He made no secret of his curiosity and asked, "Hi, can you do it?"
Although the guests were tall and tall, they stood there like white porcelain, a glass flower bottle that he did not dare to touch.
If the guest is injured, it will not end well.
When the prairie man started scratching his head secretly, Jiang Fang briefly explained the rules to Nan Zhou: "It's good to fall over him."
Nan Zhou: "Is there any reward for winning?"
Hearing him ask this, there was a good-hearted laughter from below.
Faced with such a natural same-sex beauty, the always upbeat man was at a loss for a moment: "Then what do you want?"
Nan Zhou thought for a while, then pointed to a hill covered in moonlight in the distance: "I want that mountain."
The man thought he heard it wrong: "What?"
Nan Zhou: "Mountain."
That mountain was a mountain, a bulge in a vast prairie, and perhaps the most senior geographer would not know its name.
Its uniqueness may be that it looks like a crescent moon from their perspective.
The man blinked his eyes and said naively: "The mountain belongs to the country. I can't bear it."
Nan Zhou replied seriously: "I don't want you to carry it over. I just need to know that there is a mountain of mine here."
Man: "What if you lose?"
Nan Zhou pointed to the sky: "I will give you a star."
The man didn't understand, so he laughed happily: "The stars are not yours either."
Nan Zhou insisted: "I lost, I won't watch it in the future."
The man rubbed his nose, lowered his waist and raised his hand: "That's fine. Come."
Nan Zhou: "Well, come."
What happened later, the man has not remembered clearly.
He only knew that his feet were hanging down, and his eyes were dark, and the glass flower bottle pushed himself, the big man with the big five and the three thick, to the ground.
While he was still in a daze, he heard Nan Zhou say softly, "Is this a failure?"
That night, Nan Zhou picked all the young and strong laborers among the herdsmen, but poured it on half a glass of kumiss with a degree of less than 20 degrees.
He was drunk, but the wine was very good. He was neither noisy nor noisy. He just squatted beside the sheepfold and thought about his thoughts.
A lamb curiously stepped over the fence with its front hooves, raised its body, and looked at him.
Lamb: "Bah."
Nan Zhou said solemnly, "You are fine too."
Jiang Fang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he pulled the person back to the RV half-coaxed, and planned to use the self-kettle to boil some hot water, and let him drink the sober tea, which would make his stomach feel more comfortable.
At that time, the bonfire party was over, and everyone in twos and threes went to their tents to sleep peacefully.
Jiang Fang, who went to borrow water, walked over to a tent, and vaguely heard someone in the rough-cloth tent "talking about". The rustling voice mixed with the dim yellow lights came out warmly, and the voice was slow and muddy. , apparently a pair of elderly people are talking at night.
The old woman said, "They all lost, do you hear that?"
The old man was very indignant: "Young people today are really useless. If I were thirty or forty years younger, who would understand what it means to lose?"
The old woman: "Yes, you are the most amazing. You are forty years younger. You dare to open the sky."
Husband: "It won't hurt to take off the sky cover, but it can take off your red cover."
There was laughter and thumping in the tent.
"Bullshit. You tell me, when you wake up, you're forty years younger. You still marry me? You must have run away and knocked on Anal's yurt next door."
"It turned out to be wrong, and I knocked back to your room again."
"Bullshit, bullshit. You can't look at Luwa?"
"If you say I'm bullshitting, I'll just touch, touch and touch, the young blind man is at your door again, this young good girl, will you open the door for me?"
Jiang Fang smiled slightly when he heard it, and just as he was about to turn to leave, he found that behind him was a silently eavesdropping head in the same posture as him.
Nan Zhou blushed slightly and asked him in a low voice, "What about after the door is opened?"
Sure enough, the old woman beat him with a smile: "What about after the door is opened?"
Husband: "After opening the door, three or four little babies came out, and they all grew into big boys and big girls, and our teeth were all lost."
Nan Zhou sighed: "Ah."
Jiang Fang caught the cat who was eavesdropping on the corner, rushed back to the bed, and went to another tent to borrow a pot of hot water.
When returning to the RV, Jiang Fang found that the door of the RV was closed.
He seemed to realize something, his heart was burning hot, and he knocked on the door with a smile.
Drunk, Nan Zhou leaned behind the door and asked, "Who is it?"
Jiang Fang: "Wrong door."
Nan Zhou lifted the inner curtain of the window next to the door: "Then why don't you leave?"
Jiang Fang teased: "I'm waiting for the little baby to run out."
The door opened, and a Nanzhou came out.
The two closed the car door from the inside by kissing tightly against each other.
Jiang Fang lifted his sweat-soaked forehead a little: "I always think about children. Do you really want to have a child?"
Nan Zhou, who was put on the bed, said in a very righteous tone: "I've read several books since I came out, but I can't. But I just want to try to do something I haven't done before."
After saying that, he bit Jiang Fang's ear and said his secret softly: "So, every time we finish, I will hug my legs for a while."
Jiang Fang's chest was hot, he hugged Nan Zhou, and his breathing deepened.
Jiang Fang's breathing was very pleasant, and like himself, it was a temptation in itself.
Relatively speaking, Nan Zhou, who was used to enduring everything, didn't know that he could breathe when he was happy.
He just tried his best to endure, and only when he couldn't bear it, did he let out a soft moan or two from between his teeth.
The night is cool, the night is quiet, and the night is long.
…
It was at this time that they encountered a first snow.
The snow fell in the middle of the night.
They didn't notice it at first.
After Jiang Fang got up early, he got up and touched Nan Zhou's lower abdomen.
My belly was soft and slightly warm, and it seemed that it was cleaned up quite cleanly afterward last night.
As he rolled over to get up, he started planning the recipe for the day.
Of course, the first thing to do is to ventilate it.
He opened the curtains at will, and encountered Bai who was one day and one place.
There is a round of snow-white sun outside the house, which shines through the glass in a lukewarm manner, and a few strands of light dance in the air, dragging the dust, not dazzling, but very gentle.
Jiang Fang sat beside the bed, stared at Nanzhou for a long time, then leaned down, wanting to give him a good morning kiss quietly.
At this juncture, Nan Zhou opened his eyes.
Jiang Fang subconsciously retreated a little.
He already knew a lot about being intimate with people, but when he came into contact with Nan Zhou's eyes, the remnants of his habit for more than 20 years still left him with some bad instincts.
Fortunately, Nan Zhou didn't care about that.
He opened his arms and embraced Jiang Fang.
He held it very seriously, as if he wanted to send his heart to Jiang Fang's chest.
He dismantled him in Jiang Fang's ear: "You kiss me."
Jiang Fang denied: "No."
Nan Zhou paused and said in a cold, soft tone, "Then kiss me.
Nan Zhou likes to be intimate, and Nan Zhou also likes snow.
Since waking up, he has been watching the snow.
The golden autumn is mixed with a touch of white, which adds a layer to the trees in the distant mountains. From a distance, it seems that there are waves of light waves surging.
Nan Zhou took off his thin black trench coat and shirt, and wore a turtleneck sweater. His cheeks were cold and powdery, and he was wrapped in a comfortable half-black and half-white lamb fleece blanket.
The overall color scheme looks like a cute penguin.
He stretched his feet on the telescopic ladder and painted snow with his heart.
Jiang Fang is stewing with mutton purchased from herdsmen.
A pinch of thin salt, a handful of peppercorns, and a few bits of green coriander floated on the mutton soup that was boiled in the milky white soup, and the color was attractive.
Another handful of local handmade vermicelli, the steaming hot steam cooks so that the snowflakes don't fall.
Two celadon bowls with large stomachs firmly hold two bowls of warmth.
The mutton was piled full and spiky on the soup.
When Jiang Fang walked to Nan Zhou's side, Nan Zhou just raised his head.
He pointed to the nameless hill he won with his pen: "Look, it's snowing on our mountain."
They have traveled thousands of miles, and Nanzhou will ask for a scenery from the sky, the earth, and people when they come to one place.
An apple grove.
A galaxy.
A trickle.
Now, another hill is in the account.
Jiang Fang asked him, "What do you want these for?"
"I want to win a world for you." Nan Zhou lowered his head and outlined last night's moonlight above the hill in the painting, "You have many homes. This is the home I gave you."
Jiang Fang's heart tightened, followed by the sweetness: "Others pass by and see our home, what should I do?"
Nan Zhou logically said, "That's the guest. How can we not let the guest come."
Guests will say, what a beautiful mountain, what a clear stream, what a vast sea of stars.
Nan Zhou would say proudly, right? This is my and his home.
The only thing Nan Zhou was going to paint was a small town.
The world before him now is an inexhaustible picture.
The world is a colorful world that makes people unable to take their eyes off.
People are loved ones who are reluctant to let go.
This is enough.