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    The snow has fallen in Xinjiang.

    Ruan Si was nestled in the car, holding a hot paper bowl and eating a hard-earned portion of fried rice noodles.

    The fried rice noodles in Xinjiang are different from what he has eaten in the past. The soup is rich and the color is red.  The thick rice noodles are chewy and chewy, and the celery is wrapped in the thick soup, which is spicy and refreshing.  There are many kinds. Ruan Si likes the fried rice noodles with chicken and pickled cabbage. The meat is breast meat, which tastes spicy and has the aroma of boneless meat.

    He ate quickly, while Shen Xiu beside the car was still looking at the camera.

    The car stopped at the edge of a huge mountain lake. The sun in the distance was breaking through the clouds. Its rays of light rose from the other end of the lake, which was as quiet as amber. The brilliance splashed across the vast sea west.  The wind here was extremely strong. Ruan Si was wrapped in a thick down jacket, but his hands and feet were still cold from the cold.  Looking past, the sky-blue pure sea is like waves of swaying platycodon flowers, with white snow and black soil stretching out in the vast expanse. The three colors are in perfect harmony.  The light and thin gauze clouds are like fog and snow on the mountain peaks, surrounded by icebergs, lush pine forests, and silent snowfields.

    This is Sailimu Lake, the last tear of the Atlantic Ocean, the sapphire embedded in the plateau, and the pure earthly waves condensed on the ridge.

    "It's so beautiful." Ruan Si got out of the car, his cheeks flushed by the wind.  He took a long breath facing the magnificent scenery, "No wonder I had to stay here last night."

    "Can you see the small island in the middle of the lake?" Akyuli, wearing a thick hat, pointed it out to him. "In Kazakh language, Sailimu Lake means blessing. It is the tears of lovers who devoted themselves to each other. There is a touching love legend.  . We came just in time. In December, the place will be frozen for two meters, and you can see the real ice. It will thaw around May next year. There are many people traveling here in July and August. At that time, they can ride horses around the lake.  You can see the old pines in Cangshan Mountain, and the entire lake is as silent as the sleeping god of the plateau."

    "Because there are too many ethnic groups." Shen Xiu's fingers were red and stiff from the cold. He rolled up his sleeves and hunched his neck to avoid the cold wind. "In Mongolian, Sailimu Lake is also called 'Sailimu Nur', which means mountain ridge.  The lake above. It¡¯s just too cold, and it¡¯s still very cold in July and August. The lake is always cold and can be used as a holy place to cool off.¡± After he finished speaking, he looked at Ruan Si and said, ¡°If you can in the future, you should come with your little one.  "

    "There will be a chance." Ruan Si raised his head in the cold wind.

    They passed through the Ili River Valley, photographed Guozigou, and now arrived at Sailimu Lake.  The reason I didn¡¯t stay too long in Yili is that it¡¯s already winter, and the many customs in Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall are more attractive only in summer.

    When we set off again, we turned on the heater in the car, Akjiuli drove and replaced the Buick from last night.  There were only four people in their group, and the rest of the group had their own jobs in the rear. It was Shen Xiu's intention to streamline the staff.  The team doesn¡¯t have that much money to support everyone starting together.

    Ruan Si feels that Akjiuli has romantic feelings. For example, now, he turned on the music and played "michign".  Through the window, there is snow on both sides of the highway.  For several miles in the Gobi Desert, snow covered the desolation of watching in summer, adding a thick layer of flawlessness.  The sky is very blue, and goshawks seldom fly here. Occasionally, they will pass by a group of cattle and sheep. The ethnic uncle on horseback takes off his hat and says sorry to them, and then drives the livestock by.  Ruan Si opened the car window, stretched out his hand to rub the lamb's head as the sheep passed by, and laughed at the frightened bleating sound of the lamb.

    "When I see the lamb, I want to eat roasted lamb." Buick, who was sleepy, also got up. He was a fat and white guy, crowded in the window on the other side, and whistled to the uncle on horseback.

    "I can't eat it even when I get to Bole." Shen Xiu curled up and said sleepily, "I want to finish the milk tea now, with freshly made hot naan bread and dip it in ghee"

    "Shut up!" the other three people said in unison.

    There is only compressed dry food in the car, which makes your balls hurt and tastes like chewing wax.  The water in the thermos cup has cooled down, and there is only a little left. They can get to Bole at night to have a hot meal.

    Ruan Si pressed the book and recorded it in his notebook.

    From the moment he set out, he would record every place he passed.  Whether it is names, legends, or feelings, they are all strong winds that are constantly impacting his narrow path.  He seemed to be able to notice that his mood gradually opened as his eyes widened, and the bottleneck in his writing shook, giving him an opportunity to flourish.

    His purpose in coming to Xinjiang is to find to find himself, to find meaning, to find this pen.  This question is too philosophical, but there is no way to really ignore it.  Holding a pen, in addition to love, should also have some meaning, whether it is for others or yourself.  What he was screaming in his heart was to write the story he wanted, but what kind of story he wanted to write, and what kind of meaning and joy this story gave him He was still at a loss.

    The signal on the road is very poor, and the traffic cannot send any messages.  Ruan Si recorded many clips with his mobile phone."Although it doesn't look like it," Akjiuli said, "The owner of this restaurant is a very nice person. He is a brother to the old repairman. Every time we go to Bole and the car overturns, he always takes care of us."

    "Wait a minute." Ruan Si said, "What did you say? Every time? Brother, how many times have you flipped over the car?"

    Akjiuli grinned, "Three or four times, all here."

    Ruan Si: ""

    Damn I¡¯m so scared!  I still want to call Qin Zong again and say I love you for ten minutes!  Otherwise, I don¡¯t know if I will have a chance to survive next time!

    Because they were repairing their car, they stayed in Bole until the Chinese New Year.  Because it was Chinese New Year, there weren't many hotels open, only one close to the station.  Four men crowded into the hotel. Ruan Si and Shen Xiu lived in two standard rooms.  This hotel has its own bathroom, but the smell of the toilet is unbearable.  There was a layer of dust on the table and one of the stools was crooked.  The location of the socket was weird. Behind the cabinet between the two beds, a bedside lamp was broken.

    Ruan Si slept with his clothes on, the heating was not very hot, and it was a bit cold at night.  He touched his cell phone while half asleep, looked at Qin Zong's face, and fell asleep again.  The next day was New Year's Eve. When he got up in the morning, he felt it was difficult to breathe through his nose and his mind was confused.

    "I have a bit of a fever." Shen Xiu touched his forehead.

    "Take some medicine." Ruan Si asked Akjiuli for the cold medicine he had brought with him on the way, but the fever still hadn't gone away by the afternoon.  I had a phone call with Qin Zong for a while, and my fever got worse in the afternoon.

    Finally, I found a small outpatient clinic and got a blood test.  There were not even a few sick people today. Buick and Akjiuli had to focus on repairing the car, while Shen Xiu held his notebook and sat beside Ruan Si while editing photos.  Ruan Si took a nap, nestled in his thick down jacket, looking very young.

    Ruan Si did not wake up as his hand vibrated on the handle of the chair.  Shen Xiu didn't look at it at first, but he persisted in calling. He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.

    "Hello?" Shen Xiu clicked on the keyboard.

    The person on the other end responded quickly, "Hello. Is Ruan Si not here?"

    "Yes." Shen Xiu kept repeating the filming clips and said absently, "I'm sleeping."

    "Now?" Qin Zong said, "Why are you sleeping now?"

    "Well." Shen Xiu said, "I have a fever, and I have been sleeping on the side. It's unfortunate that you called me, please call me again at night. Is there something wrong?"

    "Have you gone to the hospital?" Qin Zong asked.

    "It's right here with the doctor." Shen Xiu said, "It's nothing serious. I'll just wait for a night after the water is drained."

    "Shen Xiu?" Qin Zong said.

    "Chen Xiu." Shen Xiu paused, "Qin Zong, right? I heard him call a few times Don't worry, we won't lose him. We will definitely let him go home intact."

    "How long will the return trip take this time?"

    "One week."

    Ruan Si moved his fingers, he must have been dreaming.  Shen Xiu looked sideways and suddenly said, "This guy is quite handsome."

    Qin Zong said quietly, "He is handsome."

    "Is it okay for you to have a long-distance relationship like this?" Shen Xiu smiled, "Don't mindit's just out of curiosity. He will follow us for another summer vacation. If the shooting results are not satisfactory, we will need to run again until the work is completed.  I was curious because he just signed up for SMU, which was unexpected and quite flattering."

    "Don't mind." Qin Zong said, "He didn't go there for anyone, so you don't have to be too flattered."

    "Oh." Shen Xiu said nonchalantly, "Okay, you can call him again in the evening."

    Qin Zong thanked him and Shen Xiu hung up the phone.  The screen automatically switched to the home screen. Ruan Si set a photo of Qin Zong wearing a white shirt. Shen Xiu looked up at it for a while, then raised his eyebrows and put the phone back to Ruan Si.

    The little ghost head is quite possessive.

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    Everyone¡¯s exchanges were very helpful to me and allowed me to think more about the characters.  The intersection of various perspectives and opinions, each side can clearly state their own arguments, makes me feel very novel and interesting.  But no matter how happy you are, the most important thing is that the little cutie and the big fairy are my love.

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