moon boy

They all called the old man "Papa."We sat down in the living room, and I noticed that the old man was sitting cross-legged, others were kneeling and others were cross-legged, and the five- or six-year-old boy was lying on the ground.Does it matter?

I was thinking about whether I should lie down on the ground too, when Ainuer said behind me: "It's okay, as long as you don't point your feet at others." Then he leaned into my ear and said: "You are getting better The more naive you are, don't you know how to deal with this kind of situation?"

I couldn't do anything to him in front of so many people, and thought to myself: But you are getting worse and worse.

They served the local Uyghur milk tea. I smelled it, and it had a slight fishy smell, but it was not bad after a sip.There is a faint fishy smell in their house, and Ainur told me that this is a characteristic of ethnic minorities.

Ainuer didn't know where to go, we sat on the floor and chatted.In addition to the girl who can speak Chinese, there is also a middle-aged man who can also speak Chinese.All of them have high nose bridges and deep eye sockets, brown hair and eyes, with long curled eyelashes.The little boy has huge eyes and a small face, like the little prince of Dubai.

I touched the bridge of my nose subconsciously, um, it’s not bad, it’s also quite high, so I won’t embarrass the Han people.

The girl had long braids and a purple hat on her head.She acted as my interpreter and we chatted.We were chatting when Ainur came in and sat down next to me, very close to me, and put an arm on my shoulder.

I turned my head and almost made eye contact with him. He looked at me as if nothing had happened, and I pushed him away: "I'm so eye-catching!"

The family just laughed, their smiles were clean and pure, and they were very friendly.They laughed so that my face was hot, and my face was red and round, as if the apples were in autumn.

I had lunch there, next to Papa's.I finally saw common vegetables, and I would get angry if I didn’t eat them any more. While eating vegetables while thinking this way, I thought to myself, I never loved vegetables so much before.

Xinjiang people's traditional pasta is "mo", and I can see that each one is as big as my two faces.Several buns are piled high on a big plate.I was dizzy looking at the weight of the thing, but I didn't expect that the little boy picked up one and gnawed it, so bold and unrestrained.

I looked at the little boy, and the mother sitting next to him said in particularly awkward Chinese: "His name is my son Kaixi Ilya."

I smiled and nodded, and repeated the name. The boy's mother patted his head and said something, probably saying "I don't know how to say hello to this brother" or something.

The little boy smiled shyly and still refused to speak, but his eyes scanned me curiously.

The surnames of Uighur boys are all their father’s names. It seems that his father’s name is "Ilya", so his name is "Myer Kaixi"?Why are you so familiar?Isn't this a Uighur student who once studied at Peking University?Student leaders in the "□□ Incident"?I can't remember clearly, and after thinking about it for a long time, I can't figure it out.

After lunch, several Uighur boys and girls walked out the door together.The girl who can speak Chinese asked me: "Luoyang, are you going to see sunflowers with us?"

"Go ahead," Ainur said to me, "it's sunflowers, they are so beautiful. I guarantee you have never seen a large area of ​​sunflowers."

I nodded, feeling some curiosity and anticipation in my heart, and followed them out.

We walked around the back of the house, and I immediately saw a bright golden yellow in the distance, not light yellow, not lemon yellow, but the most orthodox and brightest yellow, looking from a distance, it is really endless.I was a little surprised in my heart, and followed them towards there.

Gradually approaching, I finally saw clearly: the sunflowers in early summer are blooming brilliantly, and the bright golden color spreads from the front to the foot of the snow-capped mountain.Hundreds of thousands of sunflowers are growing crazily in the face of the scorching sun, and the air is filled with the crisp sound of their joints. The bright golden color makes people flustered. It seems to be burning, and it spreads quickly. was captured.

The worries and grievances in my heart these days seem to have found a small opening in an instant and gushed out.The dirt in my heart was washed away by the brilliant sunflower at once.I couldn't help feeling in my heart, please forgive my blasphemy of art, how could Van Gogh's "Sunflower" reach half of this scene?

The few Uyghur youths carrying manure and water scattered into the sunflower field and disappeared into the golden yellow, leaving only one head outside.

"Come here, what are you doing there?" Ainuer also ran towards the sunflower field, and shouted back at me.

I smiled, and ran after him, into the rows of sunflowers, and caught up with him.Ainur said to me: "Do you like this place?"

"I like it, I like it so much."

"Do you like me?"

I looked at him with a meaningful smile on his face, and said, "Go, what the hell kind of problem is this? It's a spoiler."

"Don't answer?" He pretended to be sullen.

I ignored him and walked straight ahead, feeling very upset.

Ainu'er didn't move. Suddenly, he rushed over and knocked me to the ground. Unprepared, I fell heavily on the ground and said, "You are crazy! Ah, my back! "

I lay on the ground with my elbows on the ground, and Ainur was on top of me.I immediately recalled what I did that day, and my face was hot: "Get up, what should I do if someone sees me!"

He didn't answer my question, but said, "But didn't you say you liked me..."

"I like it, I like it," I quickly confessed, "I like you."

"Twisted melons are not sweet," Ainur recalled with a laughing voice. He reached out and pinched my chin. "Twisted melons are not as sweet as yours."

He held my chin with his hand, and then pressed his lips to my neck, as if eating a piece of candy.I felt the itch unbearably, and couldn't help laughing.

Ainu'er stopped moving: "Why are you so spoiling the scenery."

"It's okay to stand up." I broke free from him and stood up.Ainuer also stood up, I put my arms around his neck, pressed my lips against his, and stuck my tongue in tremblingly, trying to imitate the romantic French kiss, but in the end I was putty because of my experience.

After our long kiss, I suddenly saw water flowing in the ditch under my feet, so I hurriedly backed away: "Hey, my shoes are going to be soaked, let's go and walk."

Ainuer stretched his neck to look at the source of the water, and I followed his direction and found that the girl who can speak Chinese was holding a bucket to water it.I waved at her embarrassingly, my face was burning hot, thinking that we wouldn't let her see the scene of our kiss just now, right?

Ainuer and I helped Uighur youths to apply fertilizer. I was very resistant to the pungent smell of fertilizer, so my job was to dig a small hole under each sunflower with a shovel, and wait for them to fill in the fertilizer. , I will fill in the bit of soil I dug out, and then the girl will fill it with water.I held my breath the whole time to keep from smelling the stink.

In the middle of the work, the little boy—that is, my son Kaixi Yiliya—run over to find me, handed me a bottle of water, and said in awkward Chinese: "Hello, brother!" I was very happy and took it. Water, said: "Thank you! Oh no, Rehemaiti!"

My son Kaixi smiled shyly, not daring to look at me.I sighed, what kind of monster this little boy will be when he grows up. The small face is impeccable, the nose is narrow and upturned, the eyelashes are long and curly, which is unreasonable, and the brown eyes are as big as anime characters. The eyelids are as deep as they are painted.

I returned the water bottle to him, and he smiled at me again, showing two deep dimples, and ran away.I said to Ainuer: "This kid looks like the best of the Uighurs, right?"

"Well, he is taller, and his parents are not very outstanding," Ainur agreed, "but I was like that when I was a child."

I gave him a defiant look and he said, "Believe it or not, the only difference is that my eyes are gold."

I sighed in my heart, although I have been a good-looking boy since I was a child, but no matter how I grow up, I can't look like their Persians.Reincarnation is really a science. In my next life, I must be reincarnated as a Caucasian. If I am reincarnated in China, I will be a minority in Xinjiang.

I thought wildly again, if I could have children, I would definitely give birth to yellow-white children.Mixed race, plus I and Ainuer are not ugly, that child must be very good-looking, maybe even better-looking than my son Kaixi.But when I think about it this way, I feel that my thoughts are too impure.

"Your expression is so strange," Ainur said, "What are you thinking? Your face is blushing."

"Roll round and round!"

I suddenly wanted to smoke, and realized that all the cigarettes I brought had been smoked, so I said to Ainur: "I want to smoke, do you have any native tobacco leaves here?"

"Wait for me to go back and find it for you, hold back first."

"You don't smoke?"

"People in our family think that they have pure blood, and they have never smoked or drunk." Ainur said proudly.

Ainuer left after saying that, and I watched him leave. The girl who can speak Chinese came over and said to me with a smile, "Did my son Kaixi come to see you just now?"

"Yes."

"He said a few words of Chinese temporarily, and he is learning it now."

"Yes."

"It can be seen that he likes you very much," the girl said. "He just likes to play with big brothers and big sisters. It's because he doesn't know you well. He and us, including Ainur, are very tired and panic."

"Oh."

She extended her hand to me enthusiastically: "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Ibdati, and I am 17 years old!"

I smiled and shook hands with her.

We chatted while working like this, and I learned a lot about Uighur customs from her.But after all, her Chinese proficiency is limited. Sometimes we couldn't understand what the other party was saying, so we just pointed fingers, still kept in the dark, and then ended the awkward conversation with a big laugh.

Minority girls are very pure, they don't think about messy things, they are hardworking and hospitable.When you stay with them, you will feel that your mind has become more open.

Ibadati said, "Actually, I really like Ainur." I wasn't particularly surprised, but I didn't know how to answer.Did she see us kissing just now?

"And it's the kind of liking that I want to marry him." Hearing what she said, my cold sweat dripped down my face, it was so bad, I was going to be cold.

"You don't have to be nervous," Ibadati said with a smile when she saw me like this, "but we are just ordinary friends. Ainur told me that he likes you very much, so I don't have to wait any longer. It's okay, there are so many outstanding young men in the Uighur nationality, so it's hard to find someone you like?" After she finished speaking, she smiled a little lonely.

I didn't speak, and she continued: "I can see it this time, you like him very much too. The Ainu people have a good heart, a good personality, and are very capable. It's just that our beliefs are different. We believe in Islam, but the beliefs of the Ainur people are very strange, and I still don’t know what they are. We have different beliefs, and it would be difficult to marry. If it were you, you would be fine if you don’t have religious beliefs many."

I said "hmm", and I admired Ibbadati's generosity and kindness in my heart.After all, I am her rival in love.I said, "Don't you find it strange that Ainur likes men?"

She shook her head: "Maybe it's because I have been dealing with Han people for many years. Your generation is much more open. Besides, what about liking the same sex? Who stipulated that you must like the opposite sex?"

Listening to Ibadati's bold and firm voice, I thought of my resistance to Ainur a few days ago, and I felt a little hot on my face.

Ibadati said: "I like you too. Like Ainur, I like my brother and my friends. The meaning of 'like' is very broad. When you are together, two kind people Together, what's wrong?"

I felt more and more ashamed to hear such a pure girl talk like her, so I put my right hand on my left breast and bowed respectfully to her.

"Hey," Ibbadati panicked, "Brother Luoyang, why are you bowing?"

"I didn't know until I met you that we people who live in big cities all the year round have become very narrow-minded because of the perennial conformity and depression. I..."

In the middle of speaking, Ainuer came running over, holding something in his hand, stuffed it into my mouth in front of Ibadati, and said, "Chew."

I took a look at Ibbadati, she was smiling, very happy, pure, without a trace of anything else.

"What is this?" I chewed for a long time, but I didn't taste any flavor, I only knew it was a dried plant.

"It cures smoking addiction. The folk remedy is very effective." Ainur said calmly.

"Huh?" Ibardati looked at me and said, "Do you want to smoke?"

I said to Ainur: "I told you to find me cigarettes, you find me something to quit smoking..."

"Isn't the effect the same?" Ainuer looked at me with a smile, "They all make you stop smoking."

I stared wide-eyed and couldn't speak, Ibbadati bent down laughing, and grabbed my arm.Her smile is so pure, as pure as this brilliant sunflower, with only one golden piece.