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In the vast grassland, the streams were jumping one after another, and from time to time, water drops hit the rocks, making a pleasant "ding-dong" sound.

Herds of horses on the grass were walking slowly and leisurely. After walking a few steps, they lay lazily on the ground, talking in words that no one could understand.

Under the shade of a tree beside the stream, a girl in a dark red Tibetan robe was lying contentedly on a recliner.

It’s strange that although it was winter, she seemed not to feel the cold and was quietly flipping through the books.

The cold wind blew and messed up the girl's hair. She rolled her hair up with her bare hands and a bun appeared on top of her head.

Xinjiang is at a high altitude and has strong ultraviolet rays, so most people have dark and rough skin.

But the girl in front of him, with bright white teeth and fair skin, looked like she was from out of town on vacation.

But the next second, his father's words and the conversation between the two surprised Ba Tai.

"Niao Niao, if you don't pay attention, the horse will run away!"

"If you run, then run."

Sulitan's Kazakh language is mixed with unique dialects, and most tourists will not be able to answer them easily.

He was even more surprised to find that his father's attitude towards the girl was particularly gentle.

His father had always been serious since he was a child, and he and his brother had never experienced such joking conversations.

Seeing his son's eyes on the girl, Sulitan patted the boy on the horse and said, "Batai, my little son. You are a good horse breeder!"

Ba Tai, who was photographed, almost stumbled and fell off his horse. He then reacted and greeted awkwardly.

"Hello, welcome to Altay."

Ba Tai smiled warmly, and the next second he turned around and secretly complained: "Who would choose such a hellish place to travel."

"Maybe... it's to meet you." Niao Niao listened to the electronic sound of the task triggering in her mind and whispered softly: "It turns out that Taxue is a horse."

Bata's voice was extremely quiet, it was just a complaint, he didn't expect to hear such a reply.

The girl's eyes were bright, even more dazzling than the sunset behind her.

Ba Tai was stunned, and his ears turned red.

"Would you like to come to my house for dinner today?" Sulitan invited enthusiastically.

This world is for her to repair her body and also serve as a vacation. She has only one mission - to save Taxue's life.

All in all, I have been in this world for less than three months.

By chance, he helped Sulitan rescue a mad horse, and seeing that she took good care of horses, he felt a liking for her.

"Okay." Niao Niao agreed happily. She didn't like cooking and she couldn't order takeout in this place.

Niao Niao put the book into her bag, took the folding chair and jumped onto the horse.

[Xiaojiu, gather the troops.]

The good horse breeding is not due to Niao Niao’s efforts, we can only say that Xiaojiu is just too good.

It is almost a military training-style management method. As soon as the horse is called out, the horses that were grazing casually quickly line up and follow the leading horse.

"That's amazing." Ba Tai praised subconsciously.

Su Ritan laughed heartily, pulled the reins and said admiringly: "This baby is amazing."

After dinner, Niao Niao lay on the grass, looking at the starry sky with her whole body and mind empty.

"You raise horses so well, why are you willing to stay here?"

Batai was a little confused. Altay was a good place, but it would be difficult to achieve great success by staying in the village.

With such superb horse training skills, there should be a wider world for him.

"What's the name of that horse?" Niao Niao sat up and pointed at Taxue.

When talking about Taxue, Batai became excited, as if introducing his own child, and said proudly: "Taxue, the best horse."

"Is it, injured?"

"An accident occurred during the competition..." Batai's voice gradually faded away, and his whole body was surrounded by depressed emotions.

Niao Niao stood up, walked to Taxue and said, "It seems that not only the physical condition, but also the mental condition is not optimistic."

"Yes, ever since that incident, Taxue has been afraid to go on stage, and even afraid of being contacted by outsiders."

Ba Tai said with some surprise: "It seems that bringing it back was the right decision. It doesn't reject you."

With Xiaojiu around, few animals would reject Niao Niao.

"Get well soon. I really want to see you on the field." Niao Niao touched my head as I walked on the snow, her voice gentle.

〔Xiaojiu, give him some more advice.〕

The night in Altay seems to be illuminated by a hazy light, bright yet dreamy.

That touch of fantasy was soon covered by a clearer light, and everything in the world became gorgeous and dazzling, as if a color palette was overturned.

When she has nothing to do, Niao Niao likes to ride a horse for a leisurely ride. When she sees a pleasing scenery, she puts down the rattan chair and enjoys the tranquility of the moment.

"Niaoniao, what a coincidence." Ba Tai walked towards them holding Taxue's hand.

The boy had long and slender legs and he walked forward step by step with steady steps.

Niao Niao put away the book in her hand, put on a lazy smile, waved the book in her hand and said: "It's a coincidence."

Taxue seemed to be in much better spirits. He walked slowly to the herd of horses and lay down next to a snow-white horse.

"What's its name?" When Batai saw the white horse, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, so hot that he couldn't take his eyes away.

"Little Nine."

Bata walked over and touched the white horse cherishingly. The tenderness in his eyes made him look as if he was standing in the light, and he looked particularly beautiful.

There was only one rattan chair, so Ba Tai had to find a big tree that was a little tilted and lean his body towards it.

For a moment, the only sounds in the air were the wind and the rustling of pages.

By the river, Ba Tai was holding a branch, looking at his own reflection on the river with boredom.

The river water is as clear as a polished mirror.

The branch in his hand stirred slightly, shattering the mirror and creating ripples.

The ripples expanded in circles until they spread across the entire surface of the river.

On the other side of the river, Li Wenxiu, holding an account book, tentatively placed her foot on the single-plank bridge and walked forward with bated breath.

As he walked, he carefully observed Ba Tai opposite him, for fear of making a fool of himself.

"Hey!" Badae shouted, laughing heartily.

The sudden scream frightened Li Wenxiu so much that she trembled and half of her body was submerged in the water.

When she was depressed, the dirty red figure came like a bird, picked her up lightly, and put her on the ground.

"Clean."

Li Wenxiu, who was still in shock, felt a little relieved when she met those gentle and bright eyes.

She took the towel, thanked him in a low and awkward voice, wiped it a few times, and left in a hurry.

Taxue and Xiaojiu sat face to face, chatting about gossip with each other.

"Has your master always been so childish?"

"Is your master always so gentle?"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

"of course not."

"of course not."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Bata stood up, touched his nose and said sheepishly: "I just thought it was fun."

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of Murati's death. Do you need my help?"

It’s strange that although they are brothers, Murati and Batai are very different.

Murati got married very early, but he had no awareness of being a husband and a father.

He did nothing but drink. In the cold winter, he got drunk and fell down on the roadside, never getting up again.