Hello, 1983

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

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

Li Zeming was also watching a good show with his neck stretched. He was disturbed, and just about to have a seizure, he saw his cousin looking at him and blinked a few times.

After a long career as a follower, Li Zeming quickly understood Li Dashao's intention, so he nodded quietly.

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

When Li Zeming heard it, he hurriedly inserted a needle: Brother Lei, you may not know him. The guy who shot someone is called Liu Qingshan. He is the boss of their Longteng company. He is usually very arrogant.

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

Li Zeming doesn't have any other skills, but he is playing quite smoothly with his tricks of slapping horses and fanning the flames.

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

The victory in his mouth naturally refers to Qi Shengli, the relationship between the two is very good, Qi Shengli was forced to go abroad, of course he knew the reason.

However, Liu Qingshan didn't have the heart to pay attention to these guys who sold the approval documents. In his opinion, anyone who had a bit of success would not do this kind of business.

It's like Xiao Wu and Wang Zhan in front of them, although they are also stinky, but they have never been involved in reselling approvals.

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

Brother Lei, this kid is too crazy!

Chu Zhengnan was holding his palm, and it was about to become a pig's hand at this moment.

I just said that this kid is very arrogant. Of course Li Zeming would not miss the opportunity.

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

After leaving 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 made up his mind: Xiao Zhan, I'm going out for a while, you take care of this side of the house.

After he finished speaking, he said to the two girls sitting in the back row, Don't worry,

I will definitely bring Senior 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 be wasted, let alone lose a talented poet.

Even if Senior Brother Hai was an ordinary person, he would still go here, 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 was soft, there was an incomparable firmness in the tone.

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

Xiao Li became anxious when she heard it, and took her good sister's arm.

Another girl was very stubborn:

I'm going!

Xiaoli just grabbed her good sister's arm and stopped persuading her. She knew Xiaoxu's temperament too well. Once she made a decision, it would never change.

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

At this point, she is really similar to Senior Brother Hai, both of whom should only live in dreams.

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

Okay, when do you leave? Miss Xiaoxu asked in a low voice.

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

After sending the two girls back to their residence, Liu Qingshan checked the last letter sent by Senior Brother Hai, whose address was Karamay.

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

Ask Wang Zhan to send someone to book the air ticket. Liu Qingshan is going to bring Cao Xiaofei and Wang Xiaobing with him, and find two more veterans. It would be better if he could find someone who retired from the frontier.

Liu Qingshan can speak Uighur, but he can only say Yakexi.

He called the film and television city, contacted Wang Xiaobing, and told him the matter, and he was really pleasantly surprised.

On their construction site, there are really two auto soldiers who have retired from the frontier, and one of them can speak Uighur.

This is really a good sign. Liu Qingshan hurriedly asked Wang Xiaobing and the others to go to his house together. After meeting, he asked the two auto soldiers what they needed to prepare. After all, they are professionals.

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

Looking at this girl's posture, she was obviously afraid that Liu Qingshan would dump her.

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

And Xiaoli in the back was tearful, making it seem like she was parting from life and death.

Don't worry, I will be back. It was Xiaoxu who comforted his good sister.

When Liu Qingshan and the others got home, Aunt Lu was shocked when she saw the red-eyed girl Xiaoxu. She quickly held hands and asked questions. She also secretly praised: Look at this girl, it's like she just came out of a TV series. of.

Not long after, Cao Xiaofei and Wang Xiaobing also came, and they also led two twenty-six or seven-year-old young people.

Cao Xiaofei pointed at the tall and thin black and thin man and said, Boss, this is Wang Xiang.

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

Mr. Liu. The two were still a little nervous.

Liu Qingshan shook hands with them: You're welcome, you will follow Xiaobing and them 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, and then pulled down the collar of the work clothes of the Ministry of Labor, revealing a red birthmark:

When I was a transport soldier, I once drove a local woman who had a difficult birth to the hospital, and then the elder of her family gave me the name Yalikun.

Alikun means fire. They worship fire. They say that my birthmark is like fire, which can suppress evil and bring good luck.

Liu Qingshan took a closer look at Li Likun's birthmark. Not to mention, it was indeed a bit like a flame.

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

The temperature difference over there is big. Li Likun explained, as the so-called wearing a padded jacket in the morning and wearing yarn in the afternoon, and eating watermelon with the stove in your arms, is to describe that side.

And there are 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 from the last time Uncle Lu and the others called back. Since they were going to the frontier together, Liu Qingshan was going to visit there too.

Liu Qingshan called the leader of the unit again 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 reaching 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 o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun was still hot, he looked up at the sun, it was still early in the west.

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

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

After leaving the airport and entering the urban area, everyone immediately felt the different architecture and ethnic customs.

There are many men wearing small caps and women wearing floral headscarves on the road, wearing long robes or long skirts with national characteristics.

However, there are a lot of Han people living in the 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 o'clock in the evening, and the shops, etc., basically get off work at 7 o'clock. If you want to buy items, you can only wait until tomorrow morning. Here, you usually go to work at 10 o'clock in the morning.

A group of people found a hotel nearby and looked at the plaque. It said the words Tianshan Hotel, but there was still a line of words on it, which Liu Qingshan didn't know.

When I entered, I found out that this was a hotel run by Uyghurs. The owner was a bearded man and spoke a strange Mandarin.

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 seemed a lot more enthusiastic.

Only Xiaoxu was a girl, Li Likun asked her for a room alone, and the rest stayed in two more.

After settling in, Li Likun led everyone out for dinner.

Li Likun chatted with the beard for a while, and the beard took them directly to a nearby restaurant, saying that it was authentic local food.

Indeed, the large plate of chicken took up half of the table; the stewed mutton was also authentic and very tender.

Of course, authentic kebabs are also indispensable. A large table is basically more meat and less vegetarian.

Liu Qingshan led Wang Xiaobing and the others, but they had a good time. Only Miss Xiaoxu had a bland taste. In addition, she had no appetite, so she only ate the roast potatoes in the big plate chicken.

It was almost nine o'clock after dinner, but it was still dark outside, so everyone walked back to the hotel to sleep.

The next morning, after purchasing some application items, everyone got on the long-distance bus and rushed to Karamay.

There are no planes and no railways there, so long-distance buses are the only option.

The bus left the capital and headed northwest. Gradually, it entered the Gobi Desert. As far as the eye could see, it was desolate. This also made Liu Qingshan and the others worry more and more.

This distance is six to seven hundred miles, and many of the passengers in the car are from the oil system, because Karamay is a famous oil city.

There were also more than a dozen ethnic minorities in the car, and Liu Qingshan couldn't tell which ethnic group they were anyway.

They all sat in small piles, not mixing with those oil workers and cadres.

One of the men had a big bird squatting on his shoulders. Although he was wearing a hood, when he looked at the wings and claws, it was clearly a bird of prey.

In addition, there are a few people wearing small hats and a few musical instruments on their seats. Liu Qingshan knows the same thing: Dutar.

This is because of that old movie, Visitors on the Iceberg, which has a classic episode Missing Comrades in Arms:

When I parted with her, it was as if that tar 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 the Populus euphratica in the desert. It is known as a tree of three thousand years. It lives for a thousand years and does not die. It is dead for a thousand years without falling, and it is immortal after a thousand years.

Not far below the road, there is a solitary tree standing in the vast Gobi, with a sense of independence from the world.

Comrades, it's easier to get off the bus, men are on the left and women are on the right. There was a shout from the driver in front, and the bus stopped.

There were mostly gay men in the car, only Xiaoxu and two women from ethnic minorities, they were talking about something, and then dragged Xiaoxu to the other side.

Liu Qingshan also stretched his waist, the car bumped badly.

Then he saw the people in ethnic costumes in the car running towards the Populus euphratica tree and shouting Toklak.

Liu Qingshan asked Li Likun, only to know that it is Uyghur, and Toklak means the most beautiful tree.

These people also beat tambourines, and a few others played musical instruments. According to Li Likun, those musical instruments included Rewap, Aijik, Dutar and so on.

The music is simple, with a bit of desolation, and the singing of these people is almost roaring and shouting.

Liu Qingshan suddenly remembered: Isn't this Duolang Muqam, the most representative impromptu song in Duolang culture.

If Duolang is relatively unfamiliar, then its other transliteration or more familiar is Daolang.

Later, there was a singer who used the name Daolang.

Listening to the desolate singing of those ethnic minorities, Liu Qingshan also seemed to be infected, and he also walked towards the Populus euphratica.

Half of the mottled tree trunks have died, but the other half is growing tenaciously.

The rugged tree roots exposed on the surface seem to record the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

Along with Liu Qingshan, there was Miss Xiaoxu, who also stroked the tree trunk with her hands, murmuring, You have been standing here for a thousand years, what are you waiting for?

The girl seemed to be touched, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

In the vast Gobi, under the vicissitudes of the poplar tree, Liu Qingshan's singing suddenly sounded:

Let me be three thousand years of growth, wandering in the world,

Even if I am Populus euphratica of Kashgar,

I'll also look for you carefully for centuries,

Find you in the cycle of life...

The desolate singing reverberated in the Gobi Desert, and those Uyghur compatriots also stopped their original singing and gradually gathered around Liu Qingshan.

The musical instruments in their hands should also sing along with Liu Qingshan's singing, playing the same melody full of vicissitudes.

I'm not afraid of the rain, the wind, the sun, and the wind and sand in the desert,

Let my heart be exposed to the sun to 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 very penetrating and powerful.

The Uyghur compatriots who accompanied the accompaniment were also infected.