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Chapter 146 The Racecourse in the City

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    If it wasn't brought by a friend, I would have never thought that there would be a horse farm hidden so close to the residence.

    From a distance, I saw a white stable with a huge dome, and a woman in a riding uniform happened to come out leading a horse.  I used to think that girls who practice equestrianism are very good-looking. Looking at them from such a close distance, I was truly amazed.

    Riding clothes were originally evolved from hunting clothes. She was wearing a black helmet with wide brims, a crisp white shirt with a high collar, a black leather vest, leather leggings, and high-top riding boots.

    Behind her is an impeccable brown horse with exquisite riding gear and fur that shines in the sun.  Her chin is slightly lifted, her posture is tall and graceful, and a glance from under the wide-brimmed helmet is enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

    I had to follow him involuntarily under my feet, but unfortunately I was dragged to the stable by my friend.

    The stables are cleaned very clean without any peculiar smell, and there are unique nameplates with the names and ages of the horses in front of each cottage.  Most of the horses come all the way from Holland, popcorn, doudou, chestnut

    Every horse is clean, even wearing chic double-breasted clothes.  When they saw people coming, they stuck out their heads and excitedly searched for food in our hands, their favorite carrot.

    I couldn't help but turned my back and took a selfie with one of them. I was fiddling with my phone when someone tugged on the collar behind me, and then tugged again.  At first I thought it was a friend, and yelled at her to get out of the way, but when I turned around, that beautiful gray and white horse was biting my collar and having fun

    Afterwards, I declined the invitation to ride a horse, not because I was afraid, after all, that outfit alone was enough to tempt me to try it.  I don't know why, but in the end I politely declined.

    Sitting in the wooden house next to the racetrack, through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, watching the horses jogging or jumping under the curtain of the white sky.

    A wrong god, thinking of the Nalatisha Ranch, the herd of horses.

    It wasn't the herdsmen's horses, wild horses were seen on the grassland.  They usually stay far away from the shepherd's tent, drinking water and grazing in the shadow of tall fir trees on the other side of the cold spring.

    Without the constraints of reins and seats, their bodies are naturally unrestrained, and their eyes are clear and agile.  If eagles fly overhead, they will surround the young horse and run.  At that moment, it was as if the sun on the top of the mountain pierced through the clouds and poured wantonly, without any restraints.

    Wild horses are also, dust is also, living things are blown with each other.

    Seeing me in a daze, my friend came over and put a beautiful wide-brimmed helmet on my head, "The owner here invites children with autism to come over every week and let them spend time with horses. It's amazing.  , in front of the horse, these children are very happy. They will come out of the corner, take the initiative to touch, hug, laugh, and even talk."

    In fact, I think this is a very normal thing. The spirituality of horses should be far beyond people's expectations.

    For example, in the short time before in the stables, I saw joy, anger, sadness, and anticipation They would lightly kick the railing with their hooves to attract my attention and let me take out the carrot hidden in my pocket.  Will lean his head on my shoulder, motionless, as if looking for a support.  He'd tug at my sleeves, shake his head, brush his mane across my face, and have sly pleasure in his eyes.

    They were probably talking about something, but unfortunately I couldn't understand it.  But maybe someone can understand, like a child with autism.

    I don't know why autism is translated into autism, also known as autism.  I didn't go into it, maybe it has its psychological or medical significance.  I just find this translation, and even the definition itself, a little strange.

    ? Classified as a developmental disorder due to a disorder of the nervous system, symptoms include abnormal social skills, communication skills, interests, and behavior patterns.

    People are good at defining and like to categorize, good and bad, black and white, normal and abnormal.

    We are just a little bit different.

    Those who meet the majority can watch and evaluate the few with peace of mind.  Some will ignore or ridicule or avoid, some will show sympathy and help.

    It looks like no one is wrong.  Well, right or wrong is just a classification.

    Even life and death are not absolute, are they?  The living die, the dead live.

    "Do you know what you are eating?" My friend suddenly pulled me and asked.

    It was only then that I noticed a special fragrance in my mouth, although it was a taste I didn't like very much.

    Then, the two of us looked at the bitten carrot in my hand and laughed together.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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