Chapter 677 Populus euphratica

   Young Master Li watched a good show for a while, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice: If these two groups fight, hehe...

  Thinking of this, his foot, under the table, lightly stepped on Li Zeming.

   Li Zeming was also stretching his neck to watch a good show. He was disturbed by someone and was about to have a seizure when he saw his cousin looking at him and blinking a few times.

  Long-term servant career, also called Li Zeming, quickly understood Li Dashao's intentions, so he nodded quietly.

  At this time, Song Lei's deep voice sounded again: "Xiao Zhan, give me a reason."

  Li Zeming immediately cut the needles when he heard this: "Brother Lei, you may not know him. The guy who hit someone is called Liu Qingshan. He is the boss of Longteng Company. He is usually very arrogant."

   "Those people are counting on him to eat, of course they won't agree to you."

  Li Zeming has no other skills, but he is very good at flattering and fanning the flames.

   "Liu Qingshan..." Song Lei muttered, his face darkened suddenly: "I see, you did the victory?"

  The victory in his mouth naturally refers to Qi Shengli. The relationship between the two families is very good. Qi Shengli was forced to leave the country. Of course, he knows the reason.

  Liu Qingshan has no intention of dealing with these guys who resell the approval documents. In his opinion, anyone who is promising will not do this kind of business.

   It's like Xiao Wu and Wang Zhan in front of him. Although he also has bad habits, he has never been involved in reselling approval documents.

   Besides, Liu Qingshan was still thinking about Senior Brother Hai, so he stood up and walked out of the restaurant without even looking at him.

   "Brother Lei, this kid is too crazy!"

  Chu Zhengnan clasped his palms, and he was really going to be a pig's hand right now.

   "As I said just now, this kid is very arrogant." Of course Li Zeming would not let go of the opportunity.

  Song Lei didn't speak, but his face was gloomy, like the sky before a storm, with lightning and thunder.

  Out of the restaurant, Liu Qingshan asked Cao Xiaofei to take Lin Zizhou home, and he got into Wang Zhan's car.

  At this moment, he has already made up his mind: "Xiao Zhan, I'm going out for a while, and you take good care of your home."

   After speaking, he said to the two girls sitting in the back row: "Don't worry, I will definitely find Brother Hai back."

  Liu Qingshan has been working hard to change the fate of Senior Brother Hai, so he will never allow his efforts to go to waste, and he does not want to lose a talented poet.

  Even if Senior Brother Hai is an ordinary person, he will go this trip, because there will be fewer and fewer such innocent people in the future.

"I'll go as well."

   A soft voice came from behind. Although the tone of the voice was weak, there was incomparable firmness in the tone.

   "Xiao Xu, don't make more trouble, your body is already weak."

  Xiaoli became anxious when she heard this, and grabbed the arm of her good sister.

  Another girl was extremely stubborn:

"I'm going!"

  Xiao Li just grabbed her good sister's arm and stopped persuading her. She knew Xiao Xu's temperament too well, once she decided on something, she would never change it.

  Liu Qingshan also had to admit that this is also an idiot.

   In this regard, she is really similar to Senior Brother Hai, they are the kind of people who should only live in dreams.

   "Then let's go together." Liu Qingshan really couldn't refuse.

   "Okay, when are you leaving?" Miss Xiao Xu asked in a low voice.

   "Tomorrow, I still need to prepare." Liu Qingshan knows that many places in the frontier of this era are no-man's land, which is really dangerous.

   Sending the two girls back to their residence, Liu Qingshan checked the last letter that Senior Brother Hai sent back, the address is KLMY.

  He quickly made a decision: fly directly to WLMQ tomorrow, then go to KLMY, and then determine the next itinerary.

   Ask Wang Zhan to send someone to book a flight ticket, Liu Qingshan is going to take Cao Xiaofei and Wang Xiaobing with him, and find two more veterans. It would be even better if he can find those who retired from the frontier.

  Liu Qingshan can speak Uighur, but only one sentence "Yakexi".

  He called the film and television city, contacted Wang Xiaobing, and told him about the matter, which was really a pleasant surprise.

   At their construction site, there are really two motor soldiers who have retired from the frontier, and one of them can speak Uyghur.

   This is really a good sign, Liu Qingshan hurriedly asked Wang Xiaobing and the others to go to his house together, after reuniting, ask the two auto soldiers what they need to prepare, after all, they are professionals.

   When Liu Qingshan went out, Xiao Xu followed behind him with only a small bag on his back.

  Looking at the girl's posture, it is obvious that she is afraid that Liu Qingshan will dump her.

  Liu Qingshan nodded, acquiescing to the other party's behavior.

   And Xiao Li behind was teary, as if parting from life to death.

   "Don't worry, I'll be back." It was Xiao Xu who comforted his good sister.

When Liu Qingshan and the others arrived home, when Aunt Lu saw the red-eyed girl Xiao Xu, she was immediately amazed, she held hands and asked questions, and secretly admired: Look at this girl, she looks like she just walked out of a TV drama of.

   Not long after, Cao Xiaofei and Wang Xiaobing also came, leading two young people in their twenties.

  Cao Xiaofei pointed to the tall and thin black and thin man and introduced: "Boss, this is Wang Xiang."

  He pointed to another shorter red-faced man: "This is Li Likun, and he once took a local name, Yalikun."

  "Mr. Liu." Both of them were a little nervous.

  Liu Qingshan shook hands with them: "You're welcome, you will follow the little soldiers in the future, just call me the boss."

   After speaking, he asked Li Likun again: "What does your name mean?"

  Li Likun scratched his neck, then pulled down the collar of the work clothes of the Ministry of Labor, revealing a red birthmark inside:

  “When I was a transport soldier, I once drove a local woman with dystocia to the hospital, and then the elders of her family named me Alecun.”

   "Alikon means fire, they worship fire, saying that my birthmark is like a fire, which can suppress evil and bring good luck."

  Liu Qingshan took a closer look at Li Likun's birthmark, not to mention, it really looked like a flame.

  The next step is to prepare some clothes. Seeing Li Likun asking everyone to bring down jackets, Xiao Xu was a little puzzled: "Isn't it summer now?"

   "The temperature difference over there is huge." Li Likun explained. The so-called wearing cotton jackets in the morning and wearing gauze in the afternoon, eating watermelon with the stove in hand, is what describes that side.

   "There are also shoes. Leather shoes are definitely not acceptable. There are more Gobi deserts over there." Wang Xiang also looked at the leather sandals on the girl's feet and added.

  Liu Qingshan simply led everyone to the store together, but many things were robbed.

   Li Likun proposed to go to the capital over there to buy, and the things there are more suitable.

  After returning home, Liu Qingshan thought about it, and went out to make a phone call.

  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 in the afternoon, but the sun was still hot, looked up at the sun, it was still early to the west.

  Liu Qingshan just remembered that there is a time difference of more than two hours between here and the capital. This trip is really far enough.

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

  Out of the airport and into the urban area, everyone immediately felt the different architecture and ethnic customs.

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

  However, there are many Han people living in northern Xinjiang, and almost half of the pedestrians on the road are.

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

  It’s almost 7:00 in the evening, and the shops basically leave work at 7:00. If you want to buy things, you have to wait until tomorrow morning. They usually go to work at 10:00 in the morning.

  The group of people found a hotel nearby, looked at the plaque, and it said "Tianshan Hotel", but there was a line of text on it, which Liu Qingshan didn't recognize.

   When I went in, I found out that it was a hotel run by Uighurs. The owner was a bearded man who spoke Mandarin with a weird 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 quickly smiled 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 Da Huzi for a while, and Da Huzi directly led them to a nearby restaurant, saying that this place is authentic local food.

   It’s really authentic. When the big plate of chicken was served, it took up half of the table; the stewed lamb was also authentic and very tender.

  Of course, 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 eating. Only Miss Xiaoxu had a relatively light taste, and she had no appetite, so she only ate the roast 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.

  The next morning, after purchasing some practical 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 on the bus are from 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 shoulder. Although he was wearing a hood, looking at the wings and claws, it was obviously a bird of prey.

  There are a few other people wearing small hats and some musical instruments on the seats. Liu Qingshan knows the same one: Du Taer.

   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 called a tree of 3,000 years. It means that it will live for a thousand years without dying, die for a thousand years without falling, and fall for a thousand years without being immortal."

  Not far below the road, there is a lonely 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.

   Most of the people in the car were **** men, only Xiao Xu and two women from ethnic minorities. They 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 that the people in the car in ethnic costumes ran towards the Populus euphratica tree, 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 others 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 or 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, who also stroked the trunk with her hands, and murmured: "You have stood here for thousands of 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 three thousand years, wandering in the world,"

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

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

   "Find you in the cycle of life..."

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

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

  “I am not afraid of rain, wind, sun, or being hurt by 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.

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

  (end of this chapter)