Anar was frozen in the middle of the swim, and Ze Yitong stepped on the water and pulled her to the shore.
"You are crazy, how dare you go into the Silver Lake, you will freeze to death!"
Ze Yitong didn't care about his trousers soaked by the lake water, looking at Anar's black mouth from the cold, tears almost flowed out again.
At this moment, she didn't have much strength to explain, Anar held on to the black backpack tightly, and said with difficulty: "Light a fire... roast... roast."
Ze Yitong nodded and put her in the grass. She knows how low the temperature in Silver Lake is. Don't say that Anar is so stiff that she can't even get on the horse. Even if she can get on the horse, if she rides back with the wind blowing like this, she may be at the root of her illness. Anar's It looks like they are not as strong as their herdsmen's daughter, can't stand the cold
Lighting a fire on the grassland is easy and easy, but it is also difficult to say, mainly depends on whether you can find dry cow dung as soon as possible. Today looks like Anar's Good Friday, but it is Ze Yitong's lucky day. After walking tens of meters, she found a piece of dry cow dung that was not too small. In his arms, he ran a few steps and found a few big dead branches by the lake. There are no trees on the grassland, and these dead branches must have been washed down from the mountains along with the snow.
She feels that she is very lucky. Dried cow dung is the best fuel for igniting fires. There is no peculiar smell when it burns, and it also has a delicate fragrance. It is the most important fuel for grassland herdsmen. With his back against the wind, Ze Yitong struck a match and carefully ignited the cow dung, and then set up a shelf with dead branches on top to facilitate burning. These logs were dampened by the lake, so they were not very dry, but fortunately they could still be ignited.
When the fire was getting bigger and warmer, Anal Wuqing's lips were still trembling, but she had the strength to stretch out her hand to get closer to the fire, to relax a little, and took off the leather coat on her body , wrung out the ice water on the hair.
Seeing the effect, Ze Yitong ran to look for more dead branches, and slowly controlled the fire. The few firewood burned for an hour. Ze Yitong's trousers were completely dry, and Anar's clothes were only 80% dry after soaking in the lake for too long.
Ze Yitong was still going to pick up firewood, but Anar, who had blood on her face, held her back.
"Don't go, the sun is about to set, we have to go back quickly, otherwise your grandma and Mo La will be worried, I'm not cold anymore."
She was telling the truth. Although the clothes on her body were not completely dry, she was warmed by the fire for so long, and the chill brought by the lake water had been driven away. Should dry out.
Seeing that she had the strength to speak, Ze Yitong felt relieved that there should be no serious problems.
After all, she is a twelve-year-old girl with a lot of curiosity, and now she has lost her worries. She watched Anar go down to the lake just to find the black bag, so she asked her what was in it.
Anar smiled wryly, "I just suspect that it was lost before I lost my memory. There may be clues to my identity. As for what I pretended to be, I really don't know."
Zeyi agreed and urged her to open it. Anal nodded, and unzipped the backpack with trepidation. A pile of brightly colored banknotes that had been thoroughly soaked by the lake water were exposed. From the looks of it, there might be tens of thousands of Chinese coins.
Anar was disappointed, and Ze Yitong was even more disappointed. With a light pinch with his fingers, all the soaked banknotes were all mushy, and it seemed that they could not be dried and reused.
Anar saw her disappointment without saying anything, and nodded her forehead: "Little money fan, my heart hurts more than mine, are you short of money?"
Ze Yitong nodded: "Grandma said that Mo La's eyes need to be operated on, tens of thousands of yuan is enough, if the money is not spoiled, it will be great."
Anar hugged her, "What a good boy, come and see, maybe there is something valuable."
She simply turned the backpack over and poured out all the items in it.
A peaked cap, a pair of women's leather boots that fit her foot size, a few packets of compressed biscuits, and the pile of soaked banknotes are all the contents of this backpack.
No ID card, no driver's license, nothing that would prove Anal's identity. She picked up the leather boots, they were wet, but not damaged by water, so the quality was very good, and with a pile of soaked banknotes, she should be very rich, right? It's a pity that she didn't know Ze Yitong's family before she lost her memory, otherwise she could have given money to Ze Yitong's Mo La to treat her eyes.
Anar was a little lost, but she never thought about it. Before she lost her memory, she probably would not have known a Tibetan herdsman like Zeyitong’s family. For no reason, how could she use money to operate on Zeyitong’s Mo La?
The peaked cap is also usable, and Anar picked it up, thinking that these are things she used before, Anar couldn't throw them away.
Ze Yitong held a few bags of compressed biscuits that hadn't soaked in water in his arms with the mentality of not wasting.
It was getting late, and they were about to go back, when there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.
Who raised so many horses? Looking far away, Anar saw a group of black galloping horses coming from the direction of the snow-capped mountains, all of them were in good shape, and where they ran, a strong wind blew down the pasture nearby.
Under the setting sun, the leading horse, which was covered in snow and had no hair at all, was so fast that its four hooves seemed to be leaping into the air, and it seemed that it was about to fly on the tip of the grass.
Other brown or black galloping horses, including the faintly unreachable snow-capped mountains in the distance, the silvery lake nearby, the green grass, and the orange-red sunset, all made for this snow-white horse. set off.
Not only Anar and Ze Yitong, but even the two domestic herd horses they rode, were intoxicated.
The white horse is so outstanding in the whole herd that people can't take their eyes off it!
It wasn't until this group of hundreds of horses quickly drank water by the Silver Lake and disappeared in the direction of the snow that the shocked Ze Yitong came back to his senses:
"Anal Aja,... What we saw just now is, Pegasus—"
Living on the snow-capped mountains, she is pure and flawless, and as fast as lightning. In the legend of herding horses, she is not worthy of being owned by ordinary people. Ze Yitong was so excited that he sang and danced on the spot. After dragging her onto the horse, she doubted that Ze Yitong could go crazy overnight by the lake.
... ...
I saw the "Tianma" by chance, and talked for several days in the small yurt, especially Ze Yitong's Mo La, who told many legends about her childhood in Tibetan, Ze Yitong acted as an interpreter, Ana Er, on the other hand, made a rough guess.
Even Dhondup blamed Anal for jumping off the lake to find her backpack.
Anar knew that it was Dhondup who cared about her, so she didn't talk back, but laughed a few times embarrassedly.
Hearing that she didn't find any clues to her identity, even Mo La comforted her, just stay at home with peace of mind, their family did not lack this ration, Anar felt her eyes were hot.
Dunzhu was going to participate in the horse race meeting, and the cattle and sheep that had already been sold were selected. Anar was shocked by the riding skills of the little girl Ze Yitong, and she no longer had the idea of ignoring the heights of the world and dreaming of winning the championship.
But there is no harm in learning one more skill. Under the whipping of Ze Yitong, a little teacher, she is still learning riding with all her heart. However, within a month, Anar was able to do a few simple tricks on horseback. Mo La, who has poor eyesight, praised her for her talent.
"You must have been a girl on our grassland in your previous life!" When Mo La smiled, all the wrinkles on her face would be stretched out.
Because the "Chongqinkaduo" where the horse racing meeting is going to be held is in the north of Nagqu Town, hundreds of miles away from the pastoral area where Zeyi's family's yurt is located, and the herdsmen are used to carrying their belongings with them, so there are still two weeks to go , Dhondup is already planning to move.
Their family didn't have a big car, so they had to go to Nagqu Town together with the nearby herdsmen.
Dunzhu said to borrow a car, but was carried back by several herdsmen after a long time. Anar has been here for so long, and she has also met several herdsmen in the vicinity, and was surprised to see them come back carrying Dunzhu.
It turned out that Dunzhu horse fell down and injured his foot. These people thought it was a broken bone. They asked Mo La for his opinion and planned to send Dunzhu to the hospital.
Anar looked at Dundup's face turning pale in pain, and the forehead with healthy complexion was covered with sweat. She quickly checked some of Dundup's legs. I had the impression that people with fractures could not move casually. Anar touched her leg and found that the bones were still in good condition. However, Dunzhu was in severe pain, and it might not be a simple muscle strain.
Broken bones? This one has to go to the hospital for examination and filming. Mo La is old, Ze Yitong is young, and Dunzhu is in a semi-comatose state. The only person who is responsible for this family is Anal, a semi-outsider.
She managed Mo La to take some money, and followed the herdsmen to send Dundup to the nearest hospital.
The nearest hospital was also far away. Ze Yitong held Anal's hand, and Anal's composure made her braver.
Mom will be fine, right
Ze Yitong was worried until they went to the hospital and took a film, and it turned out that it was the bone fracture that Anar guessed, so he finally let go of his worries.
Dunzhu was lying on the sick bed with a layer of plaster covering his calf.
"The horse racing meeting, our family will not be able to keep up this year."
Ze Yitong was unhappy, it wasn't that she was unfilial, she hoped that the grandma who had lost her leg would continue to compete, but the prize money that was originally planned was wasted just like that—after all, this year's mixed competition, the prize money was only 100,000 yuan, Dunzhu's Riding has a reputation within a hundred miles, and the hope of winning the championship is still very high.
How long will Mo La's surgery be delayed
Why doesn’t Anar know what Ze Yitong is thinking? It’s just that her riding skills are limited, and Ze Yitong is not old enough to participate in the competition. The difference in riding skills cannot be made up for by a beginner like her in a day or two. Zeyitong’s horses Although the son is strong, it is just an ordinary herding horse.
Unless—thinking of a possibility, Anar's eyes lit up.