Hello 1983

The phone number was left when Uncle Lu and the others called back last time. Since they are going to the frontier together, Liu Qingshan is also planning to go there to have a look.

Liu Qingshan called the leader of the unit to ask for leave, which is naturally no problem.

Ready, the next morning, a group of six boarded the plane.

The plane flew for six or seven hours before arriving at the capital of the autonomous region. At this time, the plane was still much slower than later generations.

Liu Qingshan looked at his watch, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun was still hot, looking up at the sun, it was still early to the west.

Only then did Liu Qingshan remember that there was a time difference of more than two hours between here and the capital, and this trip was really far enough.

In the capital, it is already early summer, but here, it is still spring in May.

After leaving the airport and entering the urban area, everyone immediately felt the different architecture and ethnic customs.

On the road, there are many men wearing small hats and women wearing flower headscarves, wearing robes or long skirts with very ethnic characteristics.

However, there are quite a few Han Chinese living in northern Xinjiang, and almost half of the pedestrians on the road are there.

Li Likun asked Liu Qingshan for a while, and decided to find a place to settle down first.

It is now close to [-]:[-] pm, and the shops and the like basically leave work at [-]:[-] pm. If you want to buy items, you can only wait until tomorrow morning. Here, you usually go to work at [-]:[-] am.

A group of people found a hotel nearby, looked at the plaque, it said "Tianshan Hotel", but there was a line of text on it, this Liu Qingshan did not recognize.

After entering, I found out that this is a hotel run by Uyghurs. The owner is a bearded man who speaks Mandarin with a strange accent.

Li Likun simply communicated with him in the local language, especially after Li Likun showed him the birthmark on his neck, the bearded man soon beamed and looked a lot more enthusiastic.

Only Xiaoxu was a girl, and Li Likun asked her for a room alone, and the rest lived in two more.

After settling down, Li Likun led everyone out for dinner.

Li Likun chatted with Big Beard for a while, and Big Beard led them directly to a nearby restaurant, saying that it was authentic local food.

Indeed, the large plate of chicken took up half the table; the stewed lamb was also authentic and tender.

Of course, the authentic kebabs are indispensable, a large table, basically more meat and less vegetables.

Liu Qingshan led Wang Xiaobing and the others, and they had a good time, only Miss Xiaoxu, who had a relatively bland taste, plus she had no appetite, so she only ate the roasted potatoes in the big plate chicken.

It was past nine o'clock after dinner, but it was still dark outside, so everyone strolled back to the hotel to sleep.

In the morning of the next day, after purchasing some useful items, everyone boarded the long-distance bus and rushed to KLMY.

There are no planes or railways over there now, and long-distance buses are the only option.

The bus left the capital and headed northwest. Gradually, it entered the Gobi Desert. Looking around, it was desolate. This also caused Liu Qingshan and the others to worry more and more.

The journey is six to seven hundred miles, and many of the passengers in the car belong to the oil system, because KLMY is a famous oil city.

There were more than a dozen ethnic minorities sitting in the car, anyway, Liu Qingshan couldn't tell which ethnic group they were.

They all sat in a small group and did not mix with those oil workers and cadres.

One of the men had a big bird squatting on his shoulders. Although he was wearing a hood, looking at the wings and claws, it was obviously a bird of prey.

There were also a few people wearing small hats and some musical instruments on the seats. Liu Qingshan knew the same one: Du Tal.

This is still because of the old movie, "Guest on the Iceberg", in which there is a classic episode "Remembering Comrades":

"When I parted from her, it was as if Nadutar was hanging on the wall."

Seeing Miss Xiaoxu frowning, Wang Xiang and Li Likun introduced the scene outside the window to everyone.

Wang Xiang pointed to the outside and shouted again: "Look at that, that is Populus euphratica, which is said to be a 3000-year-old tree, which means that it will live for 1000 years without dying, die for 1000 years, and fall for 1000 years."

Not far below the road, there is a solitary tree standing in the vast Gobi, with a sense of independence from the world.

"It's convenient for comrades to get out of the car, men are on the left and women are on the right." The driver yelled from the front, and the bus stopped.

There were mostly gay men in the car, only Xiao Xu and two women from ethnic minorities. The two of them talked about something, and then dragged Xiao Xu to the other side.

Liu Qingshan also stretched his waist, the car bumped badly.

Then he saw those people in ethnic costumes in the car running towards the Populus euphratica tree, still shouting "Toklak".

Liu Qingshan asked Li Likun, and found out that it is Uyghur language, and Toklaq means the most beautiful tree.

These people were still beating with tambourines, and a few of them played musical instruments. According to Li Likun, those musical instruments included Rewapu, Aijiejie, Dutar and so on.

The sound of the music is simple and desolate, and the singing of these people is almost roaring and shouting.

Liu Qingshan suddenly remembered: Isn’t this the Duolang Muqam, the most representative impromptu song in the Duolang culture.

If Duolang is relatively unfamiliar, then its other transliteration may be more familiar, that is Daolang.

Later, there was a singer named Dao Lang.

Listening to the desolate singing of those ethnic minorities, Liu Qingshan seemed to be infected, and he also walked towards the Populus euphratica.

Half of the mottled trunk is dead, but the other half is growing tenaciously.

The jagged tree roots exposed on the surface seem to record the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

Walking over with Liu Qingshan, there was also Miss Xiaoxu. She also stroked the trunk with her hands and murmured: "You have stood here for a thousand years, what are you waiting for?"

The girl seemed to be touched, tears streaming down her face.

In the vast Gobi, under the vicissitudes of Populus euphratica, Liu Qingshan's singing suddenly sounded:

"Let me grow up for 3000 years, wandering in the world,"

"Even if I am Populus euphratica of KS Gale,"

"I will also carefully search for you for centuries,"

"Find you in the cycle of life..."

The desolate singing echoed on the Gobi Desert, and those Uighur compatriots also stopped their original singing and gradually gathered around Liu Qingshan.

The musical instruments in their hands should also echo Liu Qingshan's singing, beating and plucking the same melody full of vicissitudes.

"I'm not afraid of the rain, the wind, the sun, or being hurt by the desert wind and sand,"

"Let my heart be exposed to the sun and confess to you,"

"I would rather my body be weathered by the years,"

"I want you to feel my true love..."

Liu Qingshan's voice is extremely penetrating and has the power to shake people's hearts.

Those Uighur compatriots who accompanied the music were also infected, and shouted to the sky: "Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

Chapter 677 Devil City

Many people listen to Dao Lang's "KS Geer's Populus euphratica", but they don't know what the last chants are.

That's right, that's Dolang Muqam.

At this moment, in the Gobi desert, under the lonely Populus euphratica tree, Liu Qingshan's boundless singing merged with the desolate Muqam's singing, and the people present seemed to have passed away.

It seems that 3000 years have passed in a flash.

Populus euphratica is half dry and half prosperous, which is the testimony of these years.

Miss Xiaoxu couldn't cry for a long time. She pressed her body tightly against the Populus euphratica tree, as if she wanted to merge with the poplar euphratica tree.

Even though her body is gradually weathered by the years, she still wants to wait for her lover here.

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

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

The surrounding Uighurs also bowed to the Populus euphratica tree, and then gathered around Liu Qingshan, talking in their mouths, with a very friendly expression.

Although they don't understand each other's language, music connects their hearts together.

As for the other passengers, they also cast strange glances at Liu Qingshan: My little comrade is amazing, he can win the respect of the local people.

Li Likun also squeezed into the crowd, cheerfully acting as an interpreter for Liu Qingshan.

His heart is also full of respect, you know, he was recognized only after he saved the lives of both mother and child.

"Boss, these folks ask you, did you write the song you sang just now?" Li Likun translated.

Liu Qingshan shook his head: "It's a friend of mine. Maybe ten years later, he will also come to this vast land. You will definitely hear his singing by then."

The current Dao Lang is still a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is still more than ten years away from the great style.

Only when he comes to this land will he become Dao Lang.

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

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

Perhaps it was the Populus euphratica that taught her to be strong.

After everyone boarded the car again, the atmosphere in the car became much more relaxed. Even the locals lightly plucked their musical instruments, and many of them hummed along. The scene was very harmonious.

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

When getting out of the car, Liu Qingshan waved goodbye to those local people, and some even invited Liu Qingshan to visit their homes, including the middle-aged man with the eagle on his back.

And those oil system workers also invited Liu Qingshan and the others to the guest house.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan thanked the big brothers of the workers, and then followed the big man with the eagle, and left the small town of KLMY together.

This is his plan. 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 learned that the big man's name is Aizmaiti, which means "good man".

On the way, Aizmaiti went to a family on the edge of the city, and then pulled out a big camel. He put the bag he was carrying on the hump, and then led the camel to lead the way.

It seems that when people come here, they store their camels here and ride them when they are going to go back, but now, there are a little too many people.

After leaving the city and walking a few miles, seeing that Miss Xiaoxu was exhausted but still gritting her teeth, Liu Qingshan asked Li Likun to discuss with the heroic uncle whether she could ride a camel.

Aizmaiti stopped, then waved his hand, signaling for everyone to take a break together, and muttered a few words.

Li Likun could only translate with a strange expression: "Either they all ride camels, or they don't ride. Friends who are the same can't treat each other differently."

Makes sense, Liu Qingshan also nodded.

Only then did he notice that the falcon on Aizmat's shoulder had already flown away at some point.

The group rested for a few minutes, when a distant eagle's cry suddenly sounded in the sky, and then, a black shadow flew over and landed on Aizmat's shoulder.

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

Then they saw a burst of dust flying in the distance, and a dozen camels appeared in their field of vision, walking towards this side at a leisurely pace.

Aizmaiti stood up: "Although the camel walks slowly, it can reach the 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 boy about ten years old, with two blushes on his face, talking to Aizmaiti in his mouth.

Aizmaiti waved his hand and asked everyone to get on the camel, but the camel's four long legs were almost as tall as a person's, and it was really impossible to climb up.

Wang Xiaobing even fled abruptly, lying on the back of the camel, but the camel shook its hump slightly, and Wang Xiaobing fell from the other side.

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

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

Wang Xiaobing first tried to sit on it, and then the camel stood up slowly, with two humps stuck one behind the other, leaving out the saddle.

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

Little Balang led the way in the front, and Aizmat stood in the back, sprinkled camel bells all the way, and walked slowly in the twilight.

Aizmat was right. They finally arrived at their destination around midnight.

It was said that it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, which seemed very late, but in fact, it had just darkened for an hour or two.

It was a yurt, and the surrounding scene couldn't be seen clearly. Liu Qingshan and the others entered the yurt, and there was already a hostess wearing a headscarf, offering milk tea and setting up a belated dinner.

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

Cao Xiaofei was still quite alert, worried that there might be something wrong with the food, so he 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. They would definitely have no bad intentions.