early morning twilight

Spring in the Pamirs comes later than in the plains.

When the grass in Jinguan City grows and the warblers fly, and rape blossoms are everywhere outside the city, Ta County has not yet welcomed the first wave of spring guests.

Some of the facilities in Gulibayi’s hotel are outdated and have undergone major renovations in the past winter, and the doors and windows are still open to let the air out.

The Youth Hostel and B&B started to clean up, and posted the group carpooling information of the Tasha Ancient Road Apricot Blossom Tour on the Internet.

The drivers who have been resting for several months are eager to try and are ready to earn back the money spent during the Spring Festival this spring.

Jin Chongshan ran between Kashgar and Taxian as in the past, and seemed to be busier.

The children of herdsmen don't want to study in the county, but want to go to Kashgar to go to elementary school, but they have no connections and don't know where to ask.

He helped out.

Vegetables in Taxian County are tense, and the price of those shipped from Kashgar has increased. The two disputes, each with its own reasons.

It is also he who adjusts from it.

He made himself spin like a spinning top.

There seems to be more and more things to manage every day.

Seeing that at a lower altitude, the apricot blossoms had already burst into flower buds, and the breath of winter receded, but he caught a cold after sending supplies up the mountain.

Gulibayi was most worried that he would stay on the snow-capped mountains forever like Gulan Ruzi and Jin Shuming. It was rare for him to force him once in many years, and took him to the hospital for infusion.

He was kept at home for a few more days.

"You, the life of your father's generation belongs to your father's generation, and your life is your own. You have a strong sense of responsibility, so you took over the burden of Gulanruzi and your father."

Gu Libai sewed Tumak while chatting with Jin Zhongshan in Tajik language.

"If Gulanruzi is still alive, she must hope that you can let go of your burden and go to the outside world. We Tajik people pay attention to children inheriting their father's name. This is the greatest honor in a man's life."

"But inheriting the name doesn't mean he also inherits his responsibilities. A happy and happy child is what parents want to see most."

Jin Chongshan helps Guliba to sort the wool.

Gu Libai's voice was softer, with nostalgia and relieved sadness, "And they have dedicated their lives to this land, and their children owe no one."

There was the sound of motorcycles outside, and more than one came.

The boys shouted to Jin Chongshan loudly.

Jin Chongshan was about to go to see what was going on, when Gu Libai pressed him on the kang.

"I'm looking for you to do business again, you stay here, I'll go and see."

Sure enough, the boys came to Jin Chongshan to propose marriage.

Gulibayi drove away with a smile: "All the relatives in the county have been raised by Zhongshan, and it's not like there are no other men!"

"Brother Jin is the best!"

"Brother Jin's eagle dance is the best!"

When Jin Chongshan walked to the window, the boys cheered.

Just as he was about to agree, Gulibayi shouted out of the window again: "No, let Asimu go, he should contribute! Chongshan caught a cold in the mountains, and he is resting at home for a while!"

"Guli..."

As soon as Jin Chongshan opened his mouth, Gu Libai slapped his arm.

The boys were reasonable, and after saying a few words of concern, they rode their motorcycles to find Asimu.

"You never reject them." Gu Libai sighed, "They are the first to find you when they encounter anything."

Jin Chongshan was silent for a while, "Contribute if you can."

"I didn't ask you not to do your best. I'm just afraid that you will be tied. Occasionally, you can also see what they will do if you don't help."

Two days later, the motorbike team passed Gulibayi's house in a majestic manner, and brought back the good news of the success of the marriage proposal in the evening.

Asimu showed off to Jin Zhongshan happily: "Kaimu said that my eagle dance is better than yours!"

Jin Chongshan smiled.

The more Asimu said, the more complacent he became, "Brother Jin, next time someone proposes a marriage, don't go and steal my limelight!"

Gulibayi heard it, and brought out a large plate of yak bones to Asimu, "Go, let Chongshan take a few more vacations."

Jin Chongshan was ill this time, but his health was fine, but he was really free.

In the past, when herdsmen encountered any problems, no matter whether they could solve them or not, the first thing they thought of was Jin Chongshan.

Gu Libai fended them back several times, and everyone gradually realized that they could handle many things by themselves.

When Jin Chongshan is free, he often rides a motorcycle to the countryside, and sometimes stays in the yard to look at the snow-capped mountains.

Gu Libai found that he spent more time in a daze than looking at his mobile phone.

In the past, when Jin Zhongshan used short videos, she followed suit.

It was also from the details of the video that she guessed that Jin Chongshan yearned for the outside world.

She didn't know what was on Jin Chongshan's mind, and sometimes she saw something funny, so she asked Jin Chongshan to watch it together.

Jin Chongshan watched it with her, but he was not as interested as before.

Gu Libayi was worried.

Jin Chongshan is no longer interested in the various life in the short video.

He has experienced one of them.

Chunxi Road, Jianshe Road, Mozi Bridge, Jiuyan Bridge in Chengdu...

Every day is full of colors, which set off the unreachable fireworks in the video.

Tourists arrive when the first apricot blossoms bloom on the Pamirs.

Last year, Xiao Yang and Jin Chongshan got several groups of customers, and they were tired, but they also earned a lot.

This year I want to cooperate with Jin Zhongshan again, but Jin Zhongshan said that he will not bring any guests this year.

Xiao Yang felt that there was something wrong with him, brother Jin, and it might have something to do with Si Ye.

But he is not easy to ask.

Sino's shop is always open, but all the clothes are put away, and it sells salty milk tea and handmade ice cream.

Just selling these two, how can such a big store be needed?

Xiao Yang couldn't figure it out.

But brother Jin is rich, so he probably doesn't care.

Xiao Yang scratched his head and left with his guests.

The main place to see apricot blossoms is the Tasha Ancient Road, and tourists all crowd to the villages in Taer Township.

A few days later, Xiao Yang saw Jin Chongshan on the ancient road.

There were no guests in Jin Chongshan's car, a camera was hanging on his chest, and he was still holding a mobile phone in his hand, taking pictures of the apricot blossoms like crimson clouds.

Xiao Yang has known Jin Chongshan for a long time, and he has never seen him like this.

Jin Chongshan didn't understand what he was doing and what he wanted.

After Gulibayi blocked the herdsmen for him a few times, there were fewer things he needed to do.

The tense mind seemed to have dissipated.

He was born and raised on this plateau, but he never appreciated its beauty like an ordinary person.

He always remembered what Jin Shuming said to him in the car.

"This is Pamir, the place guarded by father and mother."

"Isn't it beautiful? When you grow up, you will be an eagle on the Pamirs."

"Would you like to guard it like Dad and Mom?"

He said yes.

For a guardian, the Pamirs meant sacredness, eternity, and danger.

He looked down at it vigilantly, protecting it.

Just don't appreciate it.

Now, when he holds up the camera to it like a tourist, when the rain of flowers falls in the frozen frame, the figure of Si Ye appears in front of his eyes.

Last year, he described the spring of Taxkorgan to Siye.

The unmelted snow on the snowy mountains, the bubbling blue-green spring water, the apricot blossom clouds all over the mountains...

There was longing in Si Ye's eyes.

Si Ye said that he would come and see it when spring came.

With conflicting feelings, he inquired about youth hostels and homestays in Kashgar, but there was no Siye.

Si Ye did not come to see the Pamir Spring Day he had longed for.

At night, the sky is like a broken silver plate, and the stars are shining brightly.

Jin Chongshan sat in a yard in Tar Township, editing the videos and photos taken during the day.

Register a new account and post it on the frequently used video APP.

Before the Spring Festival was over, Si Ye took his assistant and five colleagues to Japan and stayed for more than two months, missing the rare spring in Chengdu.

This is not the first time that "Wildness" has accepted a foreign project, but it is the first time to stay for such a long time.

Si Ye signed several contracts as he wished and won an award in Tokyo.

The cooperation discussed in Chengdu years ago is also progressing smoothly, running at high speed every day, and he has almost no spare time and energy to think about other things.

Si Yu asked about him and Jin Chongshan.

He didn't want to lie to Si Yu, but he also didn't want to show any weakness.

He just said, "Brother, we've turned the page."

About last year, Nie Yunbin was a calamity that "wilderness" had to face.

After crossing the tribulation, everything became unexpectedly smooth.

Si Ye took the time to watch many shows in Japan, met many niche designers, and gained a lot.

It was not until the first ten days of April that it became slightly empty.

The cherry blossoms in Japan are blooming, and the red clouds are romantic.

Everyone proposed to take a vacation before returning to China and go to see the cherry blossoms together.

Sino agrees.

In modern cities, quaint streets, cherry blossoms are everywhere.

Si Ye admired them, his eyes gradually became distant.

He remembered a place.

He has never seen the spring there, but he has no reason to believe that the spring there is more brilliant.

Where does this belief come from.

Because as long as Jin Chongshan said, he believed it.

Jin Zhongshan said that time will help you forget.

So he believed.

He handed over Si Ye from the past to time, and just looked forward to the present.

Only when he wakes up suddenly in the early morning, he will curl up and dare not ask him in the past-does time really help you forget?

Until he left Chengdu, the things he left in Kashgar still hadn't been sent back.

He didn't think Jin Chongshan had forgotten.

Maybe Jin Zhongshan wants to keep them as a bearer of an experience.

So does he.He did not discard tea, goat milk powder, or salt.

Don't use it anymore, but don't want to throw it away either.

At the end of the day, the assistant took a lot of photos and videos.

In the evening, it was P pictures and editing, and it took several hours to process before posting to the video app.

"Brother Ye, give me a thumbs up!"

Si Ye doesn't usually play these apps, and he only registered an account when "Wild Field" posted his work on it.

After going up to like the assistant, I wanted to quit, but saw a bunch of cherry blossom and peach blossom videos recommended on the homepage.

At first glance, the entire screen is pink.

Originally, Si Ye would not spend time on videos, but at this moment he suddenly thought of something and searched: Pamir, Xinghua.

Sure enough, there are many videos shot by tourists.

He looked at them one by one, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

Tourists have uneven equipment and limited technology, and most of the works cannot capture the true beauty of the Tasha Trail.

Si Ye retreated to the home page, and the system had already recommended him a lot of popular videos based on his search.

He browsed casually, and was caught by one of them.

The publisher doesn't appear on the camera like a popular video, and doesn't even have a commentary, but there are a lot of likes and comments.

In the lens of the publisher, the beauty of Xinghua Village is in the swaying swings, in the low courtyard walls, in the flocks of cattle and sheep, under the wings of eagles, and in the kind smiles of the Tajiks.

This is a man who understands Taxkorgan.

Si Ye clicks to the publisher's home page.

No profile, just a name: Heartbeat.

Ordinary almost tacky.

Many netizens urged the update, and the publisher replied to one of them, saying that it would be updated in a few days.

Before quitting, Si Ye clicked on the next follow.