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Fang Wei: Antelope in the moonlight, a new contemporary issue.
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A couple went to Xinjiang to try to repair their soon-to-break relationship. When life inadvertently shows its fangs, the antelope dances alone with elegant steps in the moonlight.

"Charming" antelope

-On the Creation of Antelope in the Moonlight

Wen Sanfang Wei

For a long time, I have always wanted to write a story about Xinjiang.

Seven or eight years ago, I stayed in southern Xinjiang for a few months, made a documentary for a large state-owned enterprise in Tarim, went to many places in Xinjiang, saw beautiful scenery I had never seen before, learned many wonderful folk songs and ate a lot of delicious food. Although a long time has passed, I still often relive those wonderful memories. The pendant given by my friend in Xinjiang is still hanging on my wrist. Those beautiful place names are still in my mind, such as tiemenguan, Kuqa, Hotan, Bosten Lake, Tarim Desert, Yingmaili, Aksu Xinhe County. ........

I still remember that night, I took off from Urumqi airport and left Xinjiang. Kazakh friends came to see me off, and we exchanged gifts. Our noses were sour. When the plane took off, I looked down from the porthole and looked at the lush and mysterious Tianshan Mountain. I couldn't help but shed tears. Arriving at Jinan Yao Qiang Airport in the middle of the night, it was early morning when I got home, but I didn't hesitate to type an outline of a novel in front of the computer, with the general title "Visitors from Tarim". Unfortunately, I couldn't finish the novel because of many delays, but the Xinjiang complex has been deeply planted in my heart. I was teaching at Shandong Normal University, and it happened that Shandong Normal University and Kashgar College were counterpart support units. I want to be a teacher in Kashgar for two years. Unfortunately, the child was still young at that time. I sang and ate meat in the frontier and visited beautiful scenery. My wife looks after the children at home alone. My wife strongly disapproves of such a life. Although I failed in teaching, I feel particularly cordial to meet my friends in Xinjiang. Later, I became friends with Liu, a researcher at the Institute of Ethnic Literature of China Academy of Social Sciences. We talked about our feelings in Xinjiang all night and were fascinated.

On 20/0/9, Kloc transferred to Suzhou University, participated in the Xinjiang gathering activities organized by Jiangsu Writers Association, stepped down from Urumqi and visited Yining, Shihezi and Bayinbuluke grasslands in northern Xinjiang, and once again felt the infinite charm of beautiful Xinjiang. I am deeply moved again by the simple and kind-hearted ethnic minority old people, enthusiastic tour guide girls, touching legends and desolate songs of Xibo people, teachers of Jiangsu middle schools who help Xinjiang selflessly, and grassroots cadres in Xinjiang who can sing and cry. We had a discussion with writers in Xinjiang and got to know a large number of outstanding writers I admire, such as Liu Liangcheng and Li Juan. At the invitation of Professor Wang Min, I also gave an academic lecture in Xinjiang University, where I got a taste of the achievements of intangible culture research in Xinjiang University. Professor Wang Min also told me that if you like Xinjiang so much, don't always talk about it. You can work in Xinjiang University for a period of time, not only to find some materials, but also to teach and educate people and make some contributions to Xinjiang. I also deeply agree. I agree that my son will go to Xinjiang when he is admitted to the university. Unexpectedly, my son was admitted to the university last year, and my worries were less, but the serious epidemic made my plan run aground again.

I didn't go to Xinjiang, but the idea of writing novels is getting more and more ready to move. My personality is a bit "wild" and I don't like being bound. When I was young, I was violent and impulsive. Now I am a middle-aged greasy male teacher, but things that are frank, straightforward, passionate, mysterious and romantic still have a "fatal attraction" to me. When I was studying in college, I liked to sing the song "Night on the Grassland" most, and I also performed on stage many times. I have been teaching in Suzhou for several years, and I have been infiltrated by Wu Nong's soft language, and I still don't forget the dream of Xinjiang. Antelope in the Moonlight is set in Xinjiang, but it discusses the emotional problems in contemporary society. The young couple from Shanghai came to Xinjiang to play, also in order to find their spiritual home and rediscover their true feelings. Their emotions are influenced by the social atmosphere, and also form a certain intertextuality with the emotional dilemma of explorer Lao Wei. It was the appearance of "antelope" that unexpectedly untied their hearts. Antelope is beautiful, which symbolizes the beauty and tolerance of this world and also means spiritual self-salvation. The mysterious and romantic Xinjiang has become a reference for me to reflect on the current urban life. I don't want to turn it into a "utopia", but I want to explore some emotional idealism. In daily life, we are increasingly bound by various interests and emotional dilemmas. We are used to being "people who eat melons", watching the "fatal tears" brought by divorce and breaking up, and mocking the ugliness of human nature exposed by celebrities or ordinary people when their emotions break down. Perhaps that kind of free and easy mentality, persistence in beauty, cherish and pity for love, sincerity and frankness for emotion are the spirit that our society lacks at present.

Charming antelope, beautiful Xinjiang, I'll write a few more stories about them. I also look forward to going to Xinjiang again as soon as possible to relive those beautiful and warm memories.

Brief introduction of the author

Fang Wei, Doctor of Literature, Professor, Doctoral Supervisor, Member of Chinese Writers Association. There are seven academic works, such as Biography of Wang Xiaobo, other novels, such as Heroic Age, Bloody Mozart, and a collection of short stories, such as The Tongue Hunter. He has won the Mao Dun Literature Newcomer Award, Hundred Flowers Literature Award and Purple Mountain Literature Award. He is currently teaching at the College of Literature of Suzhou University.

Antelope in the moonlight

(excerpt)

Fang Wei

That was a few years ago. An Jun and I changed planes in Urumqi, met with air traffic control, waited for a long time, boarded the plane smoothly, and flew for several hours before arriving in Korla. Lao Wei leaned against the Beijing cross-country jeep, impatient to wait. Xinjiang is so big that it takes so long to fly. An Jun and I were at the gate of the airport, taking photos and making friends. Old Wei, with his beard up, said that mainlanders are used to living in crowded high-rise buildings, and it's silly to live in a place where they are enjoying themselves.

We don't know much about Lao Wei. He and my classmates are good friends. This is the first time we have met. The students asked Lao Wei to take care of us. He happened to be free these days to accompany us around southern Xinjiang. Lao Wei is a cadre of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. My father is Kazakh and my mother is Han. He is a bit fierce, in his early fifties, with a strong body, a bushy moustache and likes to smoke boxwood pipes. Lao Wei studied photography, worked as a director and an explorer. He just made a documentary for his unit, and the leader asked him to take a vacation at home.

It's uncomfortable to be idle I must have been a wild donkey in my last life. I can only live by running. Lao Wei scratched his short hair and said wryly.

We laughed. I don't know why, when I came to Xinjiang, my heart was wide, my voice was loud and I was very excited. An Jun dressed casually, wearing a scarf, Louis Vuitton sunglasses and sunscreen. At the moment, regardless of the sun's poison, she climbed into Lao Wei's jeep, opened the ceiling and urged her to get on the road. She accidentally grazed the bumper when she got on the bus. Lao Wei's jeep is well maintained and runs smoothly. After many transformations, some of its teeth are exposed. Lao Wei rushed over, fiddled with it for a long time, touched the paint lightly and said sadly, This car is my wife, because of it. An Jun quickly apologized. Lao Wei is not angry. He just stared at An Jun for a while and whispered to me, Your girl is really beautiful. I gave him a white look to show that I was numb to such compliments.

Before coming to southern Xinjiang, we made a "strategy". Bosten Lake, Rob Shanzhai and Korla tiemenguan must be visited. Lao Wei recommended Yingmaili, Kuqa and Tarim Township in Aksu. An Jun wants to go to Xiaohe No.5 Cemetery, where there is the mysterious "Princess Loulan", and Lao Wei also participated in the excavation of Xiaohe Cemetery. Lao Wei knocked on the ash, put his pipe aside, started the jeep and shook his head, saying that this was a desert, not for fun. Besides, it is now under the control of the military region. In order to prevent tourists from interfering, the river has been classified into a military control zone. An Jun pursed her lips and said unconvinced, how can you go? Lao Wei said with a belly, who am I? I am the most qualified adventure guide in China! Does Yu Chunshun know? That's my friend!

The more I think there are many mysterious places in Lao Wei.

Lao Wei drives, like his people, wild and strong, and the speed is frightening. He is versatile, speaks Chinese, Uygur, Kazakh, Mongolian and other languages, sings folk songs well, and has many stories in his stomach. Telling us stories and singing on the road is also lively. An Jun was curious about him and asked many questions.

I asked, Lao Wei, what film did you shoot for the company?

Lao Wei said, it doesn't matter, it will be done in a few days, mainly to take what he wants.

An Jun said, what did you take?

Lao Wei threw a stack of photos. They are all swans, black swans, with flaming beaks and bright black feathers. Some of them are singing with their necks crossed, while others are foraging alone. The background is the Tianshan Mountains where the snow melts in spring.

Black swan is native to Australia, but Tianshan Mountain is not common. Falling in love with them made me suffer a lot. Old Wei muttered to himself.

An Jun exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!" ! Everything is a gift from nature.

An Jun is very melodramatic, plus a little white-collar green tea temperament. Somehow, I really feel sick of her affectation and exaggeration. But I have to admit, Lao Wei is a charming old guy.

An Jun seems to be more interested in Lao Wei and asks a lot of stupid questions. Lao Wei glanced at me and chatted with her one build what did not build. I just shut up. The more they talk, the more speculative they are. Lao Wei speaks faster and faster, almost gushing.

Lao Wei said that he took many photos and made a half-hour documentary. He lived in a tent in Tianshan Mountain for more than two months. It's freezing cold at night, so it's hard to sleep in a sleeping bag. The sun is fine during the day, but the mountain wind is too strong, and my hands and face are chapped. Lao Wei also said that the courtship of the black swan was particularly romantic. It not only sings with its neck, but also touches and leans against its head with its beak, forming a love shape when the two beaks of the swan touch. He burst into tears ...

Your wife doesn't care about you You don't have to worry about the children? I suddenly asked him.

Lao Wei suddenly stopped, his face flushed, and it took him a long time to say that we had no children. Last spring, we just divorced.

Like a balloon punctured by a needle, Lao Wei lost all his energy, didn't speak, and drove alone. An Jun cast a thoughtful look and complained that I had ruined the atmosphere. I am angry in my heart. I am a "real boyfriend". She wants to meet a man. In less than two or three hours, she was terribly familiar. Watching Lao Wei get beaten, I can't hurt the killer any more. Let's call it a day.

The road in Xinjiang is too long and the place is too empty. I haven't met anyone or a car after driving for half a day. Lao Wei's speed soared, but he drove smoothly. The desert highway is by the Peacock River, and the Elaeagnus angustifolia, Populus euphratica, towering Tianshan Mountains and yellow Tarim Desert on both sides retreat silently and quickly, even waving goodbye. At nine o'clock in the evening, the sky is still bright, and large groups of fiery red clouds linger on the horizon, reflecting our tired faces.

Lao Wei is singing in a low voice, and the minority languages and tunes are familiar. His voice is not big, hoarse and rich, with a little kuqiang and a beautiful melody. This song accompanied us all the way to the appointed rest place. I didn't interrupt him. I listened quietly. An Jun poked at my waist and whispered, "A rose", a Kazakh folk song.

Lao Wei just nodded and said thoughtfully, when I was young, I wanted to be "Ken", show off in concerts, sing, dance, drink, eat meat and have beautiful girls.

He sang in Chinese again:

I was hunting and riding on the mountain that day. When you sing at the foot of the mountain, it sounds like a cloud. This song made me lose my way. I rolled down the hill. Alas, your song sounds like a cloud. ...

two

In the next few days, everyone had a good time and the little unhappiness disappeared. Lao Wei is careless, but he is also good at taking care of people. He took us by boat in Bosten Lake, ate in a nearby ethnic pub and bought authentic "five black" fish. The lake is clear, so the fish soup is delicious. The facade of the pub is not big, and the backyard smells of beef and mutton. There are words written on the lintel, and the tables and chairs are greasy and crooked, like drunken drinkers.

There are many guests in the pub, including Han people and ethnic minorities. Lao Wei and I drank a lot of Ili Tequ. When we went out, we vomited wildly, and then we drank it after we vomited. The boss is forty or fifty years old and knows him well. He specially sent us big kebabs, lamb chops and pilaf. Xinjiang mutton is tender and soft, so it is called "big mutton kebab" because that kebab is simply too big. One kebab can top five or six kebabs in Shanghai, which makes people drool. I ate string after string, and my mouth was slippery. I asked for a big plate of lamb chops. Pilaf is great, too. Mutton and rice are mixed with rich aroma, and the combination of raisins, carrots and onions is refreshing and greasy, which makes people feel refreshed and pleasing to the eye. It's just "sheep lung" I'm not used to it. It is said that sheep lungs are washed, mixed flour is washed with water to remove gluten, made into paste with oil and salt, poured into lungs, tied with trachea and boiled in water. I bit my mouth, and the smell of meat reached my throat, which was a little unbearable.

Drink it! Master Nan, cultivate yourself as a man in Xinjiang. Old Wei smiled badly.

I don't fight either. Although I am an IT man, I grew up in Suzhou, but my parents are from Shandong, and my alcohol consumption is hereditary. I still don't believe that boys in their twenties are afraid of old men. After a few rounds of drinking, the problem came. Lao Wei didn't drink, but simply "poured wine" into his mouth, which was urgent and fast, as if it were just a few cups of cold boiled water.

I have vomited twice, so I have to give up.

I rest on my desk. An Jun and Lao Wei are wrestling. She didn't drink enough, and Lao Wei wanted more. Pull the boss over and let's keep drinking. Lao Wei's drinking, mixed with singing, triggered the boss's mood. Two old people, both Kazakhs, sang a duet. The proprietress heard the singing and ran out of the kitchen, singing and dancing for entertainment. Soon, attracted by the joyful atmosphere, An Jun and I joined in. The boss simply lit a bonfire in the backyard, and many drinkers ran out to drink, dance and sing in the sunset.

The bar became a sea of joy. Some of them sang "Maira" and some sang "Alamuhan". The guys in the shop took out many musical instruments, such as Rewafu, Dombrat, nagel Drum and Doutard. I didn't know all these things, but Lao Wei told me. They must have experienced many times when they watched the familiar scenes of singing, dancing and eating. The proprietress is not young, twisting her thick waist, and has unspeakable self-confidence and vitality.

This is almost unimaginable in big Shanghai. Everyone is holding it, playing a more Gao Wenming role. An Jun's face is covered with oil and his clothes are dirty. She took a little boy's hand and jumped excitedly, not caring. Wherever she goes in Shanghai, she keeps an elegant posture. In crowded places, she wears a mask, which is also true for financial customers. Although she was all smiles, she said politely in English if someone was around. Please keep a social distance.

Several sneaky teenagers sneaked away while intoxicated. They must have run and stumbled without paying their bills. I told my boss, and the boss said with a smile, I know some young Barangzi, so don't say anything disappointing.

The sober man and sage in ancient times were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name! Lao Wei suddenly sang two poems.

Lao Wei, don't look back. Do you miss Ah Yi-hyun? The boss burped and said vaguely, coward!

I hold Lao Wei. He took two objects out of his pocket and threw them in my hand, saying, Brother, good friend! A gift for you and your girlfriend.

I reflected the fire, and when I took a closer look, it was a tan object, really beautiful.

Lao Wei shook his head and said, I beat wolves. On Tianshan Mountain, the wolf meat was eaten by the tavern owner, and the wolf skin was given to the leader, leaving some bits and pieces. The kneecap of the wolf's hind leg is called "Wolf Flint", and this pair of "Wolf Flint" is for you.

What is this for? I asked.

In order to ward off evil spirits, Lao Wei couldn't hold on a little longer, muttering to himself, making his legs and feet strong and crossing Qian Shan. ...

I quickly thanked you, and my heart was also hot. This straightforward man is also a man who values friendship.

More importantly, Lao Wei whispered in my ear that he could only share it with his beloved. It symbolizes eternal love. A wolf has only two "wolf flints" that never leave.

Old Wei muttered, fell heavily on the ground and snored. I held on, and the boss moved him into the pub, and the song and dance feast slowly dispersed. I asked the boss, who is A Yixian?

The boss spat out his tongue and said, "Lao Wei is a crazy fire man!" " ! Women love him and can't stand him.

If I were a woman, my husband would hide in Tianshan for several months, playing swan, drinking, sleeping in a tent and not going home, I couldn't stand it.

Who the hell is A Yixian? I won't give up. Keep asking.

The boss spit out a series of white wine bubbles, closed his eyelids and ignored me.

I gave another piece of "Wolf Flint" to An Jun, only to find that a small hole was drilled in the center of the bone and tied with a thin red rope, just hanging around my neck. "Wolf flint" is yellow-brown, and I feel that playing it often has a slippery feeling of "patina".

An Jun took the "Wolf Flint", didn't hang it up, just held it in his hand, turned it slowly, and said drunkenly, if I have a new love in the future, I can't go back on my word and ask me for it again. It is out of the question. If I enter my account, it is my property, whether it is investment, collection or financial management. I'm in charge.

I said with a wry smile, whatever, everything depends on your decision.

three

We are going to Aksu. Spring is almost over, and summer is coming. Xinjiang is the most beautiful at this time. Tired of driving, I stopped to have a rest, and a line of urine spilled from the roadside and poured on the shallow turf on the ground. We screamed and cursed, and became friends with the tortuous and tenacious Populus euphratica. Occasionally, the red fox passing by in the distance stares at us blankly, as if we were weird beasts.

Blue sky, white clouds, grassland, lonely world, don't worry about those troubles.

After graduating from Xi Jiaotong University, I went to a mobile game company in Shanghai and worked hard for six years. It is normal to stay up late and work overtime, and the salary has increased by several digits. But the speed of soaring house prices is even more frightening, and my body fat is also "thriving", which is more than 20 kilograms. An Jun works in a financial institution, making venture capital and making money similar to mine. She has a good face and a slender figure, and belongs to a long-faced girlfriend who goes out to eat. She deliberately went on a diet, went to the gym every week and studied Pilates and modern dance. Private teaching costs more than 400 yuan a class, 40 thousand yuan a year. I won't let her go, but I can't stand her coquetry. She doesn't eat in the canteen at work and always orders high-end takeout. High-end cosmetics and brand-name bags, no money to buy more, there are always a few to decorate the facade, clothes should also be branded goods. It is impossible to buy a goods. Those female colleagues were all critical, and they laughed at them because they dressed almost the same.

This is a mess. She can't keep her salary. I have to post a lot. I simply gave her most of my savings and asked her to save it. As a result, she bought more than before, especially the Double Eleven, which gave me nightmares.

We hung around like this until we were 30 years old, only to find that we didn't buy a house earlier, and now we are getting married and regret it. An Jun doesn't want to get married. She said that she is in good shape at present, and neither of them is tired. She snuggled up to me, patted my bulging belly and said, people don't want you to work too hard.

She refused to meet my parents. Mom was a little worried and said, what's the difference between you and getting married? Give her all your money, there is no marriage constraint. Be careful to be a "spare tire". An Jun, a sexy girl with thin waist and long legs, attracts attention wherever she goes. She has a superior supervisor who said that she could sour lemon juice with her ambiguous investment tone and phone call. She didn't get into any trouble in the gym. There are often handsome guys or rich people talking about shaping the "fitness stalk" of vest line and mermaid line, or investing in wealth management and financing listing. Some men also gave her gifts, and she ate with others, but she almost "suffered a loss". Not that I'm stingy. Anyone who watches his girlfriend having an affair with another man can't stand it. I said, don't "flatter" men, which makes people misunderstand. An Jun said aggrieved, there is no "discharge", they just covet my beauty.

This kind of quarrel, the number of times, we are very tired, but also thought about breaking up, but the feelings of 56 years, said points, some reluctant. This trip to Xinjiang is also the last test for each other.

Aksu was called "the country of the first ink" in the Western Han Dynasty, also known as "Water White City", and now it is the headquarters of the Corps. There are many vendors on both sides of the road near the city. Lao Wei stopped and bought small white apricots, fragrant pears and cantaloupes. The sunshine in Xinjiang is long and the fruit is especially sweet. During this time, we have not eaten less. Entering Aksu, the clean streets are full of green plants, which makes people feel very comfortable. After a short rest, we rushed to Xinhe County and Kuqa County in Aksu region. The streets in Xinhe County are very lively. I bought my mother a crimson wool blanket, and An Jun bought a Uygur woman's satchel. Those vendors, some of whom are not proficient in Chinese, tell us more than painting. Things are so cheap that I'm embarrassed to bargain.

I bought it enthusiastically, and soon we couldn't move it, so we left it in the jeep and went back to Korla to find a way to check it in.

Near noon, we ate some rice sausage and barbecue, and we started heading for Kuqa. Grilled naan is salty and smells like milk. When we hit the road, we found we didn't have much water. Since the hangover that day, Lao Wei has been in a bad mood. I guess it may have touched another sad thing, so it's hard to ask.

Everyone was silent again. After walking for a while, I was really bored and began to say "Kuche". I am not an expert in literature and history, and all my knowledge in this field comes from Baidu. But it was refreshing when I learned that Kuqa was the legendary ancient country of Qiuci. Kuqa is the birthplace of ancient music and dance in the western regions, as well as the famous Kuqa Mosque. According to legend, Tang Xuanzang traveled west and passed by here. After running for a long time, I am a little tired, telling stories and taking a nap. An Jun is still in high spirits.

Kuqa has a stronger western style. An Jun bought a dozen "Tuha Banner Sufu", which means "round soap" in Uighur. This is a chubby soap, the size of a fist, and it smells a little smelly. Lao Wei told me that it was made of sheep tail oil. Washing clothes does not hurt your hands, but is good for nourishing your skin. But this thing takes up too much space for Lao Wei's car. I can't help suggesting that An Jun buy less. She said, I want to check anyway. I want to send my best friend, but the fitness instructor can't forget it. I also want to persuade An Jun to be happy, so I have to swallow my words back.

An Jun is like this. She can't do anything she wants.

We wandered around the Grand Bazaar in Kuqa, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye. An Jun is eyeing the Ingisha knife again. The knife is exquisite, delicate and lovely. It must be very comfortable to cut beef and mutton with it when eating. But this thing can't get on the plane, and it's very troublesome to handle the mailing business. An Jun wants to buy ten more, saying that he will give them to the company's boyfriend and goat boss, one for each. The old man selling things is very happy. When he saw the big business coming, he took the initiative to reduce the price.

I thought about it, but I still said, don't buy it, it's not easy to bring it.

An Jun stopped and looked at me angrily, his eyebrows quivering. This is the prelude to her anger. She said, we have negotiated the price with the old man. How can you not buy it? Do something, you can always get it back.

I said, what does a girl need so many knives for? Don't make trouble.

An Jun's face turned from green to white and said angrily, I want to buy it with my own money! Don't you just hate my love of shopping? Speak frankly, don't speak with a knife.

The quarrel broke out suddenly. These days, the pleasant trip to Xinjiang made us seem to forget our differences and become loving couples again. However, life is so insidious that it always shows its fangs inadvertently. We quarreled all the way, but we still bought a knife. It turned out that my statement was correct. These knives were really difficult to post, so we finally gave them all to Lao Wei.

Lao Wei didn't persuade, looked at us with interest. After our quarrel, he silently led us back.

An Jun went crazy again and insisted on going to the Thousand Buddha Cave in Qizil. We originally planned to go the next day and stopped at Tomur Peak in Wensu Tianshan Mountain. An Jun's whim made me even more dissatisfied. I said, it's almost afternoon, and it's already dark when we arrive. Are we going camping? An Jun did not show weakness, saying that the sky is like a vault, and only by taking heaven and earth as home can we appreciate the mysterious romance of nature. I said, I'm tired and dangerous. An Jun snorted coldly and said, "Your urban IT men are all domestic animals, and the fat on their bellies has caught up with pregnant women." . Look at Lao Wei, that's a strong man!

Lao Wei quickly waved his hand and said, don't make fun of me when the young couple quarrel.

Don't be silly. Who is his wife? An Jun was very angry. He patted the car and stopped Lao Wei, saying that he wanted to pee.

Lao Wei stopped the car, climbed down angrily, hid in the grass behind the car and went to pee. Lao Wei and I went to a further place. He gave me a pipe, but I couldn't smoke it, so he stuffed another snow lotus cigarette. I don't usually smoke, but I don't know why. At that moment, my eyes were a little red. I grabbed the cigarette without hesitation, lit it and choked.

Men can't live without women, Lao Wei said leisurely, but together, they will get tired of each other.

Lao Wei took out a small silver-rimmed hip flask from his pocket and took a sip. I tried to remind him not to drink or drive, but he kept silent. Lao Wei slowly told the story of him and "A Yixian".

Lao Wei and his wife have been married for many years. At first, they both went crazy. They have no children. They are in their thirties, but they want them, only to find that they can't get on. Lao Wei's wife is a minority dancer, five years younger than him, and has always been in good shape. Lao Wei is a wild donkey and likes to take risks. In a year, he always spends most of his time outside, or sleeps at work, drinking and singing with a group of friends. My wife is in love with a man in his thirties at work. Lao Wei has feelings for his wife. He was wronged and wanted to kill the man with a knife. Later, he thought he was wrong, but he didn't decide whether to divorce until he met A Yixian.

A Yixian is a primary school music teacher in Bazhou. They met at a party. Lao Wei can't sing well. He said that if he didn't go to college, he would become "Ken". Ayixian is also good at singing and dancing. The two sang one song after another, from "The Girl in Kashgar" to "Night on the Grassland" and from "Myra" to "The Girl in Dabancheng", which pushed the atmosphere of the whole party to a climax. A fool can also see the "100 kV high voltage" in the eyes of generate.

My heart was melted by her singing. Old Wei squinted and murmured that she was a fairy.

You slept together? I asked.

Lao Wei seldom blushes. This is a natural thing. A Yixian is married and has a four-year-old son. After coming back, she divorced without hesitation, and went to work in Lao Wei. Lao Wei admitted that he had an affair in recent years, but this time he really moved his heart. It happened that his wife was getting divorced, so he really considered marrying A Yixian.

Why don't you act? I then asked.

After all, my wife and I have been together for 20 years. In 20 years, even if two stones are together, they are extremely smooth. Lao Wei sighed.

Is there no other reason? I don't really believe it.

Of course, I don't want to be controlled anymore. Lao Wei just said, I'm old. I don't want to be trapped at home by my wife and children. I just want to die in the beautiful Tianshan Mountains. I want to take the most beautiful photos of Tianshan Mountain and let the world remember Tianshan Mountain and remember me.

This is a little cruel for ayixian. She gave up everything for love. I guess, those "Wolf Flint Stones" must have been given to Yi Xian, but I don't know why, but they were given to me and An Jun. Lao Wei also said that accompanying us to travel to southern Xinjiang is also to avoid Ayixian. She's crazy now. Find him. He has ambivalence about remarriage.

An Jun finished urinating and saw us chatting and taking a nap in the car. Old wei sings:

People call me Maira/ poet Maira/ white teeth, nice voice/singer Maira/ sing a song when you are happy/play in winter, not in winter/people are crowded under my roof.

In the distance, several tawny figures disappeared at high speed in the grass, revealing several traces of lightning.

I suddenly got up and tried to hit it with a stone, but Lao Wei stopped me. Lao Wei said it was the Tarim hare, and Kazakh called it "flame". When people see it in the wild, they will get rid of bad luck and usher in a new life.

What good thing? I broke up when I came back from Xinjiang. I'm a little depressed. I also told Lao Wei about An Jun.

There is still room for redemption. She didn't give it back to you. Lao Wei blinked and said.

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