early morning twilight

03

When Si Ye woke up, Brother Jin was no longer in the living room.

Because the time zone is separated from Beijing time, Kashgar is very quiet in the morning, and there are not many pedestrians on the streets of the ancient city after 10 o'clock.

Si Ye went to stand on the balcony for a while.

Today is still a dusty day, and the ancient buildings seem to be covered with a gray-yellow veil.

He has no appetite, and his nose feels uncomfortable again.

Going back to the room, he took out the spray given by Brother Jin, and glanced at the instruction manual symbolically—I couldn’t understand it.

He is not easy to trust others. Even if it is a medicine prescribed by a doctor, he will read through the instructions, and if he finds something inappropriate, the medicine will be shelved.

But this time he threw away the instruction manual, raised his head and sprayed it into his nasal cavity.

Strong medicinal fragrance, refreshing and cool, not pungent.

With his eyes closed, Si Ye frowned.

Did he use the medicine given by a stranger?

He didn't even know Brother Jin's name, so he subconsciously felt that he was reliable and would not harm him.

Shino laughed.

Some people are born with this aura.He doesn't talk much and doesn't persuade much, but with a look and a movement, it makes you feel that it is right to do what he said.

The nose really felt better.

Si Ye thought, today I have to ask Brother Jin's name, add a WeChat or something.

If there are expenses, it is better to transfer them to others in time.

Xiao Yangjian's "Pamir 0706" group was at the top of the chat history.

Before departure, some girls wanted to change the group name.

Xiao Yang said that this is the habit of their sports car masters, adding the departure time to the location, otherwise it would be easy to confuse.

Xiao Yang clicked in and took a look. They had already arrived at Taxkorgan County along the Karakoram Highway, passing through Baisha Mountain, Muztagh Peak, and Karakul Lake.

The group is full of landscape photos.

Siye zoomed in one by one, and the clouds on the plateau were so big and short that they were within reach.

But none of the teammates are photographers, and the equipment is just a mobile phone, so the photos are almost meaningless.

There are no plans for today or tomorrow, so Siye put on a sunscreen and sandproof jacket, put on a hat, hung up a SLR, and planned to go to other places in the ancient city.

He was busy looking for the driver and teammates before, and then spent most of the day getting the permit. Except for the night market, he has never been to other places.

Having reached the door, he stopped again, hesitated for a while, and went back to get the scarf.

I didn't wear it, I put it in my pocket.

At this point, the guests of the homestay either went to Ta County early in the morning, or they hadn't gotten up yet.

Si Ye passed by the yard and saw a chubby Uighur uncle.

The uncle is making milk tea, pointing to the pouch on the table, signaling him to sit down and eat.

He smiled and waved his hands.

But the uncle came over and refused to let him go, "Ni is Xiao Jin's guest!"

Si Ye reacted for a while before realizing that Xiao Jin was referring to Brother Jin.

"Xiao Jin's guest ninja is the guest ninja of the Women. If you are naked, beat him!"

Si Ye wondered, isn't Brother Jin the owner of the homestay?Even if he is younger than the uncle, it's not easy to be called Xiao Jin, right?

The uncle asked Xia Ti to bring the baked buns again.

Si Ye was forced to eat the Dunwei breakfast at the table.

The uncle was very talkative, and asked Siye where he had been for the past few days, where he planned to go in the future, and what his impression of his homestay was.

Si Ye gradually heard the problem.

Uncle seems to be the boss?

The uncle laughed and said that Xiao Jin was kind to their family and had saved his youngest son on the plateau a few years ago.

The whole family regards Xiao Jin as their family, and the room on the third floor is also reserved for Xiao Jin. Knowing that Xiao Jin is in Kashgar, they have to call someone to live there.

It turned out to be the case.

Seeing that Siye was carrying a DSLR, the uncle found a cultural and creative map and showed him where to take pictures in the ancient city.

Si Ye saw that the map was well drawn, with clear signs, unlike some cultural and creative maps, which focused too much on cuteness and made it difficult to find the way.

"Is this made by your family?"

The uncle said with a smile: "Xiao Jin will help you to make it!"

... It's Brother Jin again.

Is Brother Jin omnipotent?

Xia Ti came over to explain.

It is said that a few years ago, the ancient city set aside an area dedicated to tourism, cultural and creative development.

They don't know much, so Brother Jin helps out with advice when he has time.

Not all the maps were drawn by Jin Ge, but Jin Ge found a few Han art students to help a lot.

Later, when the first draft of the map came out, it was revised by Jin Ge, and some complicated things were removed, which was very popular among tourists.

Si Ye asked for another map, folded it up and put it in the notepad, took another copy and went out.

Although the dusty weather is annoying, it will not be too uncomfortable if you take good protection.

Si Ye finally put on the scarf.

Walk along the streets and alleys along the map, stop when passing the famous Kashgar old teahouse, listen to the music from upstairs, and take pictures of the scenes of the old people playing leisurely.

Gucheng woke up at noon.

Shopkeepers are busy sprinkling water on the street to reduce dust;

The iron pot was opened, the white gas was steaming, and the stewed lamb with big bones was gurgling;

The copper bell rang, and the group of tourists who lived outside the ancient city came in.

This fresh and exuberant vitality, which is different from the big cities, makes Si Ye relax.

He avoided sightseeing camels and horses, and walked towards an alley suitable for "making a blockbuster" indicated by the map.

The doctor advised him to travel and relax.

But he came out this time, not all for relaxation.

Otherwise, Kashgar would not be chosen.

Here is art beyond his vision, the magnificent colors endowed by heaven and earth.

He wanted to see if there would be any unexpected gains from this trip.

Everyone in the circle felt that he was broken. He was indeed seriously ill, but from the beginning to the end, he never gave up on himself.

That alley seems to be holding some kind of event, which is more lively than the entrance of the old teahouse.

Si Ye took a closer look, and it turned out that several homestays had jointly held a photography contest.

Young men and women in bright national costumes sang and danced among the painted yellow walls, smiling brightly at the camera.

The older ones sit in a circle and accompany them with national musical instruments.

Infected by the atmosphere, Si Ye immediately turned on the DSLR, tapped, and heard the familiar sound of the flute.

It's the eagle flute.

Even among all kinds of converging music sounds, the eagle flute is highly recognizable.

Following the sound of the flute, Si Ye walked up a stone step, turned another corner, and his pupils contracted slightly.

On the top floor covered with carpets and filled with shooting props such as copper pots and fruit plates, Brother Jin was playing an eagle flute.

Two girls in national costumes—Si Ye couldn't tell which nationality's costumes they were at this time—danced to the sound of flutes, and another boy accompanied them.

They were all young, with shy smiles on their faces, but hopeful eyes.

On the top floor with a strong ethnic style, Brother Jin is the only one wearing a black T and camouflage pants. He is obviously out of place, but he seems to be integrated with his surroundings.

He is the flute.

Lonely, lofty, protect those who hear the flute.

Si Ye fixed his eyes on Brother Jin, and when Brother Jin's eyes turned around, he had no way to hide.

The sound of the flute stopped, and the three dancing people followed Jin Ge's gaze.

The two girls seemed to be disturbed, Qiqi hid behind the boy.

Si Ye said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I heard the eagle flute, it's... very nice, I just came over to have a look. I'm bothering you."

Brother Jin shook his head, "It's okay."

Si Ye knew that he should leave immediately, but he didn't really want to leave.

Are they Brother Jin's friends?

Brother Jin said that he has something to do today and tomorrow, that is, to participate in the photo contest?

Although the two girls were timid, they had friendly eyes. They whispered to Brother Jin, but Si Ye couldn't understand them. He felt that it was quite different from the Uighur language he had heard these days.

Brother Jin came over and glanced at the DSLR, "Come to take a picture?"

Si Ye nodded immediately, "Walking around casually, I saw a lot of photography activities here, so I took a lot of pictures."

"Can you take some pictures of them?"

"Huh? Can you?"

"Ah."

Of course Si Ye was willing, and asked if he had any requirements, Jin Ge said no.

When Si Ye started looking for an angle, he approached again and said, "They are very shy, can you guide them?"

Si Ye: "No problem!"

He is not a professional photographer, and this trip was too tiring, so he only brought an entry-level camera.

But it’s not impossible to be a cameo photographer.

As Brother Jin said, they were really shy.

Si Ye tried to strike up a conversation with them, but they couldn't understand the language, so they just smiled shyly at him.

But soon, Si Ye found a way.

Their beauty is simple and natural, and they don't need too much modification at all.

Wearing exquisite national costumes, they are undoubtedly the pearls under the snowy mountains and flowing clouds.

The only thing he should do is to adapt them to the camera.

Brother Jin played the eagle flute again.

Si Ye devotes himself selflessly.

I don't know if his appearance is very friendly to girls, or because of his comfortable shooting techniques, the girls' restraint disappeared, and they boldly showed their smiles and pure beauty.

After the filming ended, the girls said a few words to Si Ye.

He looked at Brother Jin.

Brother Jin said: "They said thank you, and they can go to the competition bravely."

The cheers downstairs were even more enthusiastic than before.

Brother Jin and the girls exchanged a few more words, and the tone seemed to be exhorting.

They went downstairs with the boy.

Only Si Ye and Brother Jin were left on the top floor, Si Ye suddenly didn't know what to do, so he had nothing to say, "They are yours..."

"The little girl in the village."

Si Ye thought for a while, "From Ta County?"

"Ah."

Si Ye understood why what they said was different from the Uighur language.

Most of the people living in Taxian County are Tajik, and they also speak Tajik.

Yesterday he preconceived that Brother Jin had Uyghur blood, but now it seems that he is actually of Tajik blood?

"Did a lot of people come from elsewhere for the event?"

"Ta County, Shache, Aktao...all of them."

Brother Jin bent down to clean up the props on the ground, "Uighurs, Kazakhs, Tajiks, Kirgizs, many ethnic groups, and the Han will also participate."

Si Ye said, "You stayed in Kashgar because of this activity?"

"Well. They left Ta County for the first time and wanted to participate, but they were timid and uneasy."

Si Ye remembered the girl's eyes, timidity and yearning were in those blue eyes.

Like the towering snow-capped mountains, and the silent ice lake at the foot of the snow-capped mountains.

They yearn to come to a wider world, but shrink back in contradiction.

That's why Brother Jin stayed to help them, and he also helped these girls just now.

Under his lens, they became more confident.

Si Ye felt happy in his chest, and couldn't help taking a deep breath, but was choked by the floating dust and coughed.

Brother Jin watched silently, and when he recovered, he picked up the kettle on the carpet and said, "Pour it yourself."

It was an insulated kettle, and Si Ye secretly complained about drinking hot water in July.

When it was opened and poured out, it turned out to be ice.

The tea is light golden in the lid, and there are some small tea leaves that he can't name.

As soon as I drank it, it was cold in my throat, and the taste was very strange at first taste, but I couldn't help but continue to drink.

"What kind of tea is this?"

"Medicated tea."

"...what medicine?"

"do not know."

After Siye came to Kashgar, he had eaten a lot of strange and strong-flavored things, and now he added another one.

Brother Jin asked, "Are you still drinking?"

Si Ye returned the thermos, "Thank you Brother Jin."

"Yeah." Brother Jin poured a lid for himself, and threw it with his head up.

Siye Ergen felt a little hot.

I don't know if Brother Jin met him or not.

"By the way." Si Ye took out his phone, "Let's add a WeChat account, so we can get in touch easily."

Brother Jin directly clicked out the business card code and scanned it for him.

The profile picture is a majestic snow mountain, and the name is three words: Jin Chongshan.

The author says:

miss chong again