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Chapter 11 The Boy Herding Sheep

The distance from the school to the compound is not that short, about three miles, but this distance is nothing to Long Bisheng, his stamina has always been very good.

On the way to and from school, Long Bisheng would pass by a pasture where there are always shepherds grazing cattle and sheep, of course mainly sheep.

On the vast grassland, a group of sheep are grazing, and the shepherd sits leisurely, waving the whip in his hand unintentionally-what a wonderful picture!If painters and poets saw this scene, they might be able to paint a painting that satisfied them or recite a poem that they believed could be passed down through the ages.

Of course, Long Bisheng didn't have such feelings. He just entered elementary school, and he didn't even know a few words, let alone compose poetry—but this didn't prevent him from stopping by the grassland for a while on the way home, staring blankly at the beautiful and picturesque scenery.

Sometimes he even forgets the time to go home because he is greedy for the scenery, and waits until it is dark before waking up like a dream and running home quickly. At this time, his father will always say something to him with a dark face, and his mother will complain while cooking for him...

From a certain point of view, Long Bisheng’s childhood was happy. Although he was a light-headed, dull and stupid child in the eyes of his teachers, classmates and even his companions in the compound, he had a warm family, a family that was not rich but happy enough.

Long Yuyun and Yin Xiuping didn't pay much attention to Long Bisheng's sometimes late home after school, children, playfulness is always inevitable, although this son of his doesn't look like a child anymore.Besides, where could he go?Just kidding, in XJ, even human traffickers don't come here, and there are troops stationed everywhere from home to school, so what's the danger?
The most important thing is that Long Yuyun followed Long Bisheng several times, and finally found that he was just in a daze on the grassland, so he let him go. In this respect, Long Yuyun still understands his son very well. After all, seeing such a vast world is also good for the body and mind.

Soon, this kid who was always standing on the side of the road, stepping on a football in a daze, was noticed by the herdsmen. These outspoken herdsmen soon started to greet Long Bisheng, and Long Bisheng was very polite in return. His attitude also made the herdsmen start to like him. From time to time, Long Bisheng refused to ask for something to eat, and then he just let it go.

After a long time, Long Bisheng also began to greet these herdsmen with a smile. It is strange to say that he has no friends among his peers. He used to have a good relationship with Fan Pengfei, but Fan Pengfei has left the compound, but he quickly became familiar with these herdsmen who are much older than him. When teasing each other with swear words, Long Bisheng, who still doesn't quite understand, is always grinning.

Among them, Long Bisheng is most familiar with a young man who is only six or seven years older than him. This Uighur boy named Azhati (meaning liberation) is also a frequent visitor to herding sheep on this grassland. Perhaps because they are relatively close in age, the two are the most able to chat.

"Azati, why don't you study?"

One day Long Bisheng asked Azhati this way, and Azhati said nonchalantly, "Yes, I have finished elementary school, and I don't want to go to junior high school. I have a headache just looking at those books... It's better to help the family herd sheep and supplement the family income... But Bisheng, you Han people are different from us. We don't study, and we can live a lifetime as a sheep herder. You can't do it. I heard that even if you are a soldier, you have to study."

Long Bisheng smiled foolishly. He didn't quite understand what Azati said. For him, his parents asked him to go to school, so he went to school. Although his grades were not very good, he just worked hard.

A lifetime...is still so far away for him.

While chatting, a sheep that Azhati was herding ran away at some point. Long Bisheng yelled, and saw Azhati suddenly kicked up, a stone flew out from under his feet, and landed accurately in front of the sheep. The sheep turned around and ran back after being frightened.

"Wow, Brother Azati, you are so accurate." Long Bisheng was so surprised that he seemed to see an alien.

"You Han people have a saying? Practice makes perfect... yes, practice makes perfect." Azati is very proud of himself for saying a correct idiom: "We sheep herders all have this skill, but they throw it with their hands. I like to kick it with my feet."

"If only I could kick so accurately." Long Bisheng saw the large and small stones beside Azhati's feet, and while talking, Long Bisheng also wanted to be like Azhati, so he kicked.

Before Azati yelled out, he saw the stone flying right into the middle of the flock and hit a sheep on the head, causing the sheep to scream as if it had entered a slaughterhouse, and the frightened flock immediately ran away.

Azhati jumped up, and saw his vigorous figure running fast on the grassland, gathering the scattered sheep one by one. Long Bisheng even noticed that Azhati kicked a few stones out while running, and beat back the sheep that had run away.

But even so, it took Azati a few ten minutes to regroup the sheep to graze leisurely. Long Bisheng also helped to do it, but the sheep didn't listen to him.

The continuous running made Azhati a little panting. He was relieved after seeing the flock of sheep gathered together. He walked back to Long Bisheng and smiled wryly: "Bisheng, you almost killed me. If a sheep runs away, the loss will be great!"

"I'm sorry, Brother Azhati." Long Bisheng said with a face of shame.

"It's okay." Azati waved his hand generously: "Do you know how long I've been playing this game?" He opened his hand braggingly: "Five years! I used to be inaccurate in kicking too, but slowly I got it right... The thing you always carry under your feet is called football, right?"

"En." Long Bisheng nodded.

"Come on, let me kick it." Azati said enthusiastically, and Long Bisheng immediately passed the ball over.

Azati put the football on the ground, tilted his head and glanced at a sheep that ran a little farther outside the flock, and then kicked the ball hard!
PS: I’m back. It’s a new year. If you lose a game of cards, it’s a disaster. I’m planning to cultivate myself at home.

Guess who Azati is?If you guess correctly, there is essence, and if you don’t guess correctly, there is also essence. Tomorrow, there will be a refinement meeting!

(End of this chapter)