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Chapter 45 The Middle Past 44

Borrowing an umbrella from the front desk, An Ning decided to go out to eat, first to fill his stomach that had been hungry for more than 30 hours.

Turn left when you go out, and walk straight into Wudao Street, where there are restaurants, all kinds of authentic Chinese, Russian and Mongolian meals are available.When the front desk replied, he was full of enthusiasm, and he didn't get tired of saying it thousands of times.Following her guidance, An Ning found the so-called Wudao Street, a north-south pedestrian street.There are shops on both sides, toys and clothes, and of course the most decorated restaurants.The floors are not high, three to five storey buildings, and occasionally two high-rise buildings with more than ten floors are interspersed among them.All floors are added with onions or spires, imitating Gothic architecture, quite Russian.An Ning walked slowly, there was no one on the street, and occasionally an electric car splashed a layer of water, unwilling to be lonely.

It was a bit cold when it rained, but the cold weather gave An Ning a reason to shiver.

I used to eat Mongolian food. At that time, Wang Ye’s shop opened at the gate of the school. He cooked simple noodles, made milk cakes, and cooked a large pot of lamb chops. The heat was poured from the pot into the bowl, and the tea bowl was filled with rich milk tea. It is also a big pot every day.It seems that it is also because of the influence of Peony and the prince that An Ning's longing for the grassland is so deep.

The so-called authentic Mongolian food has no taste, it is not as good as Mudan's craftsmanship, even if it is just a bowl of milk tea, it is not as mellow as in Wang Ye's shop.

Obviously on the grassland, but can't drink a bowl of authentic milk tea.Business has made the grassland famous and changed the taste of the grassland.

Is it to blame people's dissatisfaction, or people's greed.

The waiter took the menu and recommended the restaurant's signature dishes to An Ning, with an eager look, as if if he didn't order the signature dishes, he would miss hundreds of millions.An Ning remembered that the prince and his wife would always say, "My Sa Ren, what do you want to eat today?"

Will Wang Ye and Mudan go to another city and open a similar noodle restaurant in front of a certain school, leisurely and leisurely every day, humming songs, cooking noodles, and the serving time is very slow.

After graduation for a long time, An Ning is getting nostalgic more and more easily.

There are several takeaway advertisements posted on the doors of the shops on the street, and there are signboards showing full coverage of WIFI. Music is played in the shop, rarely prairie songs, but mostly the most popular popular songs nowadays.Listening to those clichés, An Ning felt very nostalgic for the melody sung by the prince. She couldn't understand the lyrics, but she could grasp the emotion in the song at once.Sometimes there is grief, like missing and losing a loved one.Sometimes it is bright and clear, like a horseshoe stepping across a pasture.

Even when it rains, the sky in this small town is clearer than that in that city.In fact, there is nothing comparable! The two cities are not suitable to be put together in terms of population size or importance, but An Ning just wants to compare, and he has made up his mind to compare the last big city, as if this is the case. The few years spent there are not important or worthy of nostalgia, in fact, I am not deceiving myself!

madness!

How happy the people living here should be. No wonder they are optimistic and careless, straightforward and unaffected.Between the vast sky and the earth, the heart will naturally be peaceful and generous.The grassland is not like the sea. When standing in front of it, you will not feel ashamed, afraid or inferior.

The rain stopped, and a stream of water on the asphalt road flowed into the sewer along the terrain.Soon, the sky will clear up.

After sunny days, there are more people on the street.The child holding the grandma's hand, wearing water boots, jumping and jumping in the puddle.The retired old man set up a table under the tree and played poker in the open space in front of the store.Green tea brewed in the morning is placed on the temporary table, with water added over and over again, the color is light.On the same ordinary day, An Ning absorbs the smoke from them.The old men who had gathered to play poker became noisy and even shouted and cursed.An Ningzhan passed by them in shock, afraid that they would fight, and depending on their posture, they might fight at any moment.For all the old people with an average age of 65, An Ning really didn't want to witness it with his own eyes.Immediately, loud laughter rang out again from the crowd, and the battle could not be fought.

The early green birch leaves turn yellow first and fall to the ground and into puddles.An Ning stepped on them on purpose.

Going north on Wudao Street, you can see a vast grassland in half an hour. There are patches of rapeseed planted on the side of the road. It has passed the flowering season long ago. It is a large green area, which is different from the color of the grass.

This is the grassland

At this time, there were no sheep, no cows, no Mongolian men galloping on horseback, and no Mongolian women milking goats in front of the yurt.In fact, An Ning didn't even hear a single person speak Mongolian during most of the day in this city.

Is it true that fantasies are beautiful only in the imagination? Once contaminated with the dust of reality, they will inevitably be unable to escape the attack of the secular world, and they will be completely changed in the end.An Ning originally thought that the grassland was a paradise, the last refuge.

It's no different here than anywhere else.

Make money, spend money, worry about money.

Falling in love, falling in love, falling asleep because of love.

Following the highway and heading north, and about four to ten minutes away, we began to see flocks of sheep on the hillside in the distance, one by one, standing obediently grazing, not moving for a long time.Far away from the flock of sheep was a man with a whip in his hand, his face was tanned and ashy as a sheep.Riding on his motorcycle, with his head down, he looked like he was playing with his mobile phone.

The road turned to the northwest, and around the bend, a large yurt appeared in front of us.At the entrance of the workmanship, there is a signboard of XX Mongolian Camp.There is a horse farm next to the yurt.In a simple barn, groups of horses are tied to stakes, grazing like no one else around.They don't care about people coming and shouting at them.They don't care about the wind and rain or the grass.

There are many tourists, children and women line up to ride horses.The excited child was probably seeing a living horse for the first time, jumping up and down was uncomfortable for a moment.My mother held him down as much as possible, and complained softly in the local dialect.

Sa Ren is like a wild horse, her heart is in the wind, not in the sheepfold.Peony once said so.

An Ning has never seen a wild horse, only a tall horse that grazes indifferently and walks mechanically.They were more like poor ghosts overwhelmed by life than An Ning.Same as An Ning.

An Ning felt extremely disappointed.

There are no Mongols on the grasslands, and travelers from other places who speak dialects live in yurts.The dancers beside the bonfire are professional dancers who have practiced dancing since childhood, and the master who roasted the whole lamb on the rack is an out-and-out Han Chinese, and even three generations down the road, he can’t tell the relationship with the Mongols.The wine on the table is not made of mare's milk, but pure raw Qingdao...

The grasslands use the customs and history of the Mongols to make money, and it seems that the people who make money are not Mongols.The prairie no longer accepts them to gallop and sing. The prairie welcomes travelers from other lands like An Ning who carry money and are willing to spend money.Of course, the grassland doesn't care about the troubles and joys of these travelers.

An Ning felt like she had watched a play.A gorgeous stage play.It is even more illogical than what the drama club rehearsed back then.

The Mongols have no grasslands, where do they go to graze

How can a person navigate the sea of ​​people without hopes and dreams?

On the grassland, the day is greater than the night.

After August, the river is full of water

I and the girl in the green dress I love had to break up

My sheep have had enough of wildflowers, and my mother-in-law

This month they just stand

On the way back, An Ning took a ride. A local, after getting in the car, chatted with An Ning familiarly.

The driver said he was Mongolian and his parents spoke Mongolian, but he couldn't speak or understand.He easily talked about jokes about Mongolians and grasslands circulating on the Internet.An Ning had seen those jokes before, and she yearned for a while when she first saw them.Neither is true.The Mongolian man in front of me who has forgotten his language also lives in a reinforced concrete building like a pigeon house, not a yurt.He drove fast and skillfully, had never ridden a horse before, and held the reins of a horse.

Here it is.

Mosquitoes in the wild are like the wind, whistling on the body.How could An Nannan bear it?

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to the hotel.The stars can be seen in the sky.Under the starry sky are colorful fireworks, next to the fireworks is a bonfire, and dancing around the bonfire are Hunanese who speak dialects.The mosquitoes were big, buzzing and flying around to prey on them, An Ning reached out and slapped one of them on the milky white window sill.

Picking up the phone, the cheers outside and the singing in the stereo became louder and louder. An Ning listened carefully, listening to the clear voice at the end saying:

"Hey"

An Ning trembled, and hurriedly asked,

"Hello, are you Lin Yanning? My name is An Ning, the daughter of An Shaolin."

"Oh... really, it's been many years!"

Everything fell into silence.

For girls, I'm like a sheep

Speaking of ideals, sheep are like me

After hanging up the phone, An Ning felt weak all over, and sat down slowly leaning against the window sill wall, and fumbled in her pocket for a long time without touching a cigarette.Taking two deep breaths, An Ning ruthlessly threw the phone towards the opposite wall, slammed it on the wall, and then fell to the ground.