indianbanksassociation Chapter 216 Time has never defeated the beauty
Chapter 216 Time has never defeated the beauty
Chapter 216 Time has never defeated the beauty
As time goes by, the sunset gradually sinks into the horizon, the night is coming, and the moon is already hanging in the sky before it is completely dark.
Ye Kai drove the car up a small slope, opened the door and got out of the car.
Due to the lack of light, the mountains in the distance can no longer be seen. Looking out from this small hillside, there are green grasslands all around.
There is a building not far away, not too different from Battelle's house.
It is really rare to see yurts, more of them are buildings. Ye Kai has not seen many Mongolians living in yurts along the way.
Ye Kai used the vehicle to block the wind, and began to build his own small nest on this hillside tonight.
As soon as the bracket was fixed, a Mongolian riding a horse and driving a flock of sheep appeared beside Ye Kai and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"without thanks."
The person who spoke to Ye Kai was in his 20s, very young, and wearing jeans.
After looking at the sky, he got off his horse and said, "Let me help, it won't be a good match when it gets dark, do you want to light a fire?"
"Thank you." Ye Kai said, "There is no need to light a fire, everything is in the car."
The purpose of making a fire is to keep warm and cook things, but Ye Kai doesn't need both, the various instant food in the car can make Ye Kai eat for several days, and there are three boxes of mineral water, saving on boiling water.
While he was busy, the young Mongolian suddenly asked, "That...are you Ye Kai?"
"Ah, it's me, you know me?"
He clapped his hands vigorously with a smile, and said excitedly: "I like reading your books very much. I have read both books, and then I discovered your Weibo and have been following..."
It turned out to be readers.
The two people worked together to quickly set up the tent, which took less than 10 minutes.
It was not even completely dark when the project was completed. At this time, Ye Kai got into the car and turned on the headlights, scaring the surrounding sheep away from the light source.
Ye Kai said to the young Mongolian: "What's your name?"
"Just call me Monk, that's my home, go to my home for dinner." He pointed to the house not far away and said enthusiastically, "It's so late, it's too much trouble for you to do it yourself."
"Then my tent..."
"Very few people come here, you just put your valuables in the car."
Seeing that the house was not far away, Ye Kai also said, "Okay."
The house looks very close, but it is actually 600 meters away. The open environment on the grassland makes people have no idea of the distance.
Similar to Battelle's house, it also has a yard.
The first thing you see when you walk into the yard is an elderly woman in an apron. She is estimated to be in her 70s and may be Munch's grandma.
"Grandma, I'm back."
"Eh?" Ye Kai was stunned.
Is this Munch a mainlander or a Mongolian?
The old man looked up at Ye Kai, smiled kindly, and said, "Are there any guests?"
Ye Kai quickly said: "tasainu!"
This sentence means hello in Mongolian. He still doesn't know Mongolian, but it is easy to remember some simple dialogues and short sentences after a few days.
Monk said: "This is a writer from the mainland. I saw him in the grassland in front of the house. I invited him to have a meal at home. Have you cooked yet? Emuge."
"Of course there is, you are welcome to be a guest."
Ye Kai kept thanking him.
This old man is quite healthy, his bones have not shrunk at such an age, and he can still keep his back straight when walking, which is something that many old people cannot do.
Monk moved out a low table from the house and put it on the blanket in the yard, and said, "Time is running out, just eat something simple, do you want to drink?"
"You can drink some, I have a question, have you lived here since childhood?"
Too much like a mainlander.
In addition to the enthusiasm of the grassland people towards the guests, Ye Kai also saw the shadows of those familiar people in the city, as long as he answered a sentence, he could answer seven or eight sentences.
Mongolians are enthusiastic, but Ye Kai has never seen Mongolian chatterbox.
"Me? No, my parents both work in Xi'an, and I grew up in Xi'an. My grandfather passed away, and I didn't go to university, so I went back to my hometown to take care of my grandma."
No wonder.
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It is said that it is a simple and casual meal, but the food on the table is still very rich, including meat and vegetables, and Monk also strongly recommends the milk wine he made himself.
Not bad, very fragrant, and a milky taste.
Seeing grandma still cooking in the kitchen, Monk didn't eat anything, and said to Ye Kai, "How about I sing you a song? You eat first, and I'll sing a song."
"Don't!"
Meng Ke was not a native Mongolian, but a man of the same age who had received education in the Mainland. His age was not much different from Ye Kai, so he spoke more casually.
If there is music when eating in Mongolia, then the singing will continue and the drinking will be over, and they will not stop until they finish singing.
"I can sing very well." Monk laughed, walked into the room and took out his guitar.
When Munch came out with a guitar, Ye Kai was really surprised. Ye Kai would not be surprised if he played the matouqin, harmonica, or tambourine.
But when you go to the HLBE prairie and go to a herdsman’s house in the depths of the prairie as a guest, the herdsman took out a guitar, which is really surprising.
Just enjoy the singing of others.
Munch still sang the songs on the grassland, in Mongolian.
It was the first time for Ye Kai to see Mongolian folk songs sung with guitar accompaniment, but it really sounded like that.An acoustic guitar was really played by Munch to give the taste of the prairie.
Ye Kai sat cross-legged on the blanket, on the table was the milk wine made by the family himself, picked it up for a sip, and listened to the high-pitched prairie songs, a kind of peace lingered in Ye Kai's heart.
Without so many turmoil in the city, Munch can be so happy here.
That's actually pretty good.
Ye Kai likes traveling and seeing other people live such a leisurely and happy life, but if Ye Kai also lives in such a deserted place, can he be as happy as Monk?
Ye Kai was not sure.
Some people who have lived in the city all their lives said without hesitation, "I can."
But they don't know what they are facing when they come to such a place.
Occasionally coming to the grassland or snow area and seeing the vast scenery is a kind of baptism for the soul, allowing you to let go of those heavy things that make you breathless, and then continue to return to life in the city.
If you want to live in this kind of place, although the scenery is unique, it is tantamount to giving up everything.
If you can't be free and easy to give up everything, then you can resist the pressure of life in the city. The reality is not utopia, and no one can be an exception.
After singing a song, Monk said excitedly, "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Ye Kai asked.
"Homei, did you hear that?"
Ye Kai smiled at him and said: "Of course I heard it, did you come here to practice or did you know it before?"
"My grandma taught me. I was very interested in it before. It took me more than a year to learn Khoomei when I came here. What do you think? You are the first tourist to hear me sing."
"It's good to hear. I also heard someone Humai in EEDS before. I can always feel the Mongolian people's understanding of nature in your Humai. It's amazing."
Munch narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said, "Thank you, my grandma taught me the song just now, and the lyrics are about missing the hometown of the prairie."
"Your grandma is very powerful, Humai should be given to you by your grandma, right?"
"Yes, my grandma taught me a lot. She is very good. My grandma is here too. How about I ask my grandma to come and dance for you?"
Ye Kai quickly stood up, waved his hands and said, "No, no, this is not necessary."
Do people still come to dance for you when they are dozens of years old?Big leaders dare not do this when they come to this kind of place to offer condolences. What kind of identity are you, Ye Kai?
"It's okay, I'll let my grandma come over." He stood up and was about to go out, but Ye Kai still wanted to persuade him to give up this idea.
Monk turned around and said to Ye Kai: "My grandma really wants to perform a song or dance again. She used to be a member of Ulan Muqi, and she always misses those days."
"Ulan Muqi?"
"Oh, you don't know yet." He talked about Ulan Muqi with Ye Kai enthusiastically,
This is a grassland performance team established in the 50s. NMG has a vast territory, scattered population, and inconvenient transportation. In many pastoral areas, it is only a hundred miles away to encounter one or two yurts.
In order to enrich the cultural life of the herdsmen, it is necessary to establish a performance troupe with light equipment, well-organized, multi-skilled personnel, and easy mobility.
In this way, the initial idea of establishing Wulan Muqi began to take shape.After Wulan Muqi was established, no matter it was a settlement or a herding point, as long as there was a herdsman, they would perform.
Gradually, the name of Wulan Muqi spread like fire on the grassland.
Ye Kai was listening to Monk telling some stories about Ulan Muqi when grandma came out with a plate of mutton and said in fluent Chinese: "It's too late to kill the sheep now, the hospitality is not good..."
"Where would it be..." Ye Kai stood up and took the plate.
The mutton is boiled, and the mutton in the big plate is bright in color, which makes people move their index fingers and appetite, and their stomachs start to growl after a long day of driving.
Ye Kai didn't feel hungry before.
"Grandma, Ye Kai is a very famous writer and star, don't you have a dance that you want to perform again? Can you do it now?"
The old man didn't seem to think that his grandson would say this, and the body sitting on the blanket began to shake from side to side uneasily.
"Well, I have some..."
"It's okay, don't be nervous..."
I could see that the old man was a little moved, but maybe it was because Monk said that Ye Kai was a star just now that made the old man a little nervous.
Ye Kai could only encourage her with a smile.
"Then...then I'll change a set of clothes and change the dirty clothes."
After the old man left, Ye Kai sighed, he was a little worried about whether the old man's body could still dance, if there was an eventuality...
I dare not even think about it.
Seeing Ye Kai's embarrassed expression, Monk said, "Grandma often practices."
After 15 minutes, grandma returned to the yard.
All the clothes were changed, and the hair was cut by the way. The trousers looked like breeches, but they should have been cut again. The clothes were also very close-fitting, black and with a high collar.
It looks like it has a traditional sense of fashion.
Monk began to play his own guitar, singing the folk song of Inner Mongolia that has been passed down for countless years, and it is also a song that is widely circulated outside, called Hongyan.
Grandma's body doesn't look like a 70-year-old man at all.
Following the slow tone of the swan geese, grandma spread her arms and danced in waves, with her left foot in front and her right foot behind, slowly bending down in a cross-legged posture.
Then slowly stood up and rotated his body, his body was as light as a white swan flying over the grassland.
Ye Kai clapped his hands slowly with the rhythm, like a loyal fan watching his idol's performance live, immersed and intoxicated.
Instead of embarrassing Ye Kai, grandma's performance danced very well.
It even made Ye Kai forget the fact that she is 70 years old.
Ye Kai thinks that there are three kinds of dances that can best cultivate a person's temperament. One of them is Chinese classical dance. Mongolia is deeply influenced by Han culture, and the dance also has the charm of classical dance.
The god is in the center and the form is on the outside. The unique oriental beauty of hardness and softness makes people extremely intoxicated.
Age and beauty may not have any necessary relationship.
If there is temperament hidden in the body, the years will never defeat the beauty.
"Swan geese go to the sky, how far away is the sky. Drink up the wine and fill it up again. If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't return it..."
Ye Kai opened his lips slightly, and sang this song with Monk, the difference is that Monk sang in Mongolian, while Ye Kai sang the Chinese version.
After the song and dance ended, Ye Kai stood up and shook his head and said in disbelief: "It's really beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's so wonderful."
He even said it twice, which is the only adjective Ye Kai can think of.
The wish came true, and the guests liked it very much. Grandma finally let go of the tension in her heart. She sat cross-legged on one side of the table, wiped the sweat from her brow, and said to Ye Kai: "Good boy, sit down. Sit down."
Even when he sat down, Ye Kai sighed, are the genes of Mongolians singing and dancing so good?
At the dinner party at EEDS before, more than a dozen people were very good at singing, with high pitch and low pitch at their fingertips.Leaving EEDS, came to the HLBE prairie, and even went deep into the hinterland.
When meeting an ordinary herdsman, the young boy can play the guitar and sing, and even the 70-year-old grandma is so good.
Sit down and start eating.
Ye Kai has been greedy for mutton for a long time. After persuading his grandma to eat vegetables first, Ye Kai began to taste the mutton made by the herdsman himself. It was really different from the mutton he ate in restaurants before.
Grandma was also a person who traveled south and north when she was young.
Anyone in Wulan Muqi can not only perform wonderful shows on stage, but also cook and wash clothes off stage.Sometimes it is even necessary to repair household appliances for farmers and herdsmen, and to spread scientific and cultural knowledge.
This meal was the most comfortable meal Ye Kai had in Mongolia.
There are three people eating together, no more and no less, so you won't feel lonely, and you won't feel how lively it is.Mild milk wine is not intoxicating, but you can feel the warmth contained in the wine.
Eating the fragrant mutton, listening to grandma's story of walking on the grassland.
It is no surprise that such an outstanding older generation can cultivate an outstanding young man like Munch.
(End of this chapter)