The reborn manotaku

“Here, take the oxygen, just suck it up.” The

oxygen mask was on his mouth, feeling the cool breeze, Li Huai tried to imagine that he was taking a breath of fairy air.

He never thought he would develop altitude sickness. Deep

canyons, continuous glaciers, crisscrossing the Gobi Desert… Completely entered no man’s land.

A section of the China-Pakistan International Highway was under maintenance, and the vehicle was moving on the bumpy road, reminding him of the walk-behind tractor he had sat on when he accompanied his father to the countryside to perform.

It’s like a child in captivity, suddenly entering a world where he is not welcome, chest tightness, dizziness, nausea…

A series of symptoms completely crushed him.

Liu Zheng next to him was a little worried, “Or let’s go back, altitude sickness will die.”

Jiang Wen frowned, obviously thinking about it as well.

The troops came up to pick them up with two people, and the Han guy who drove the car was more cheerful, but at this time he was preoccupied with the steering wheel.

Another Tatribe guy was a little shy, and he was silent all the way, suddenly turned around and gently took off Li Huai’s oxygen mask.

“What are you doing!” Liu Zheng was shocked.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine…”

The Taji guy’s Chinese is obviously accented, and his expression is stubborn, “You can’t suck all the time, you can’t do without it…”

“Bayak is right.”

The Han guy who was driving said without looking back: “I was like this at the beginning, and I got used to it in two days.”

Jiang Wen tightened his brows and asked worriedly, “Brother, can you do it?”

Li Huai really didn’t want to speak, just raised his thumb and grinned at the same time.

When I arrived in Taxian County, it was already dark.

Li Huai had already fallen asleep in a daze, but he had been in a half-dreaming state.

He felt that he was being helped to lie on the bed, someone broke his eyes, and his chest was cold again.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine, just take a break.”

“You guys also pay attention at night, don’t take a hot bath…”

In dizziness and nausea, Li Huai turned sideways to the wall and closed his eyes tightly, and some tears were suddenly squeezed out of his eyes.

Looking forward to the good days, but what sin to come here.

He suddenly had a hint of regret…

……

The next day, the symptoms of altitude sickness were miraculously better, and although they were still a little weak, they no longer affected their movements.

“Good, good, good!”

After coming to this place, Old Ginger seemed a little excited, “Bayak will come in a moment, let’s go out with him.”

They live in a hotel in the county seat, the room structure is a bit like the mainland, but the decoration is full of alien atmosphere, and there is a faint smell of milk and nutmeg…

The good thing is that there was actually some millet porridge earlier, and after drinking a bowl of heartily, Li Huai suddenly felt alive.

Not long after, Bayak, a Tatar warrior, entered the hotel with the Han warrior named Zhao Hui, accompanied by a middle-aged man in military uniform.

He was tall, with a smile on his rough and dark face, and introduced himself as Meng Hao, an instructor of a border company.

After some pleasantries, he drove them around and introduced the climate and culture along the way.

Tajiks are the only Caucasian ethnic group in China, and Li Huai noticed that the facial features of pedestrians on the street are generally deep, and the proportion of beautiful women is surprisingly high.

Jiang Wen suddenly interjected and asked, “Instructor Meng, I heard that there are many militiamen here?”

Meng replied with a smile: “Taxian is the most marginal part of the motherland, bordering Pakistan, Tajikistan and Afghanistan, with a border of more than 800 kilometers.

“The situation is too complicated, and after the accident in the United States, terrorists often cross the border, and over the years, the militia formed by the herders alone has arrested hundreds of people.”

Liu Zheng was a little worried, “Then how is the security situation.”

Li Huai smiled, “The road is not lost, the night is not closed, and it was called the country of gentlemen in ancient times.”

Hearing Li Huai’s praise, Bayak, a young man from the Tower tribe, smiled shyly.

Instructor Meng smiled, turned to Bayak and said, “Bayak, or let’s take the guests to your house to take a look.”

Bayak nodded, “Okay, welcome.”

After a while, the car arrived around the county seat.

After Li Huai got out of the car, he inhaled the cold air, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Next to it is a red willow forest, with a strong ethnic style courtyard scattered, and the background is a distant snowy mountain, like a painting.

Li Huai couldn’t help but take out a viewfinder and looked at it for a long time, “Beautiful, this place must be photographed!”

Jiang Wen took out a camera to take a left and right photo.

Bayak’s home is simple but beautiful, flanked by strange stones from the Pamirs, carved with ethnic minority motifs on the beams, hand-woven Tajik carpets on the floor, and embroidered on the walls.

However, what attracts more attention is the entire two rows of various military medals and awards.

There are also photographs of soldiers, ranging from blurry black-and-white to color photographs, with gradually changing costumes, and most recently Bayak, standing at the Hongqilap port with a gun and a proud smile on his face.

The glory and solemnity that rushed to their faces made Li Huai and them couldn’t help but hold their breath.

Instructor Meng smiled, “Great-grandfather, grandfather, father plus himself, Bayak’s family has been a border guard for 4 generations.

“His father still patrols the mountains every day after he is discharged, guiding border guards, and his younger brother will join the army next year.”

As he spoke, a young man from the Tower tribe walked in from outside.

With a high nose and a black and red face, he laughed as shy as Bayak.

Bayak didn’t know what to say in Tatar, and his brother turned his head and walked out.

Instructor Meng translated: “He asked my brother to catch a sheep to entertain you.

Li Huaiji hurriedly stopped it, “Don’t don’t, just sit down and chat for a while.”

However, their remarks were to no avail, and Bayak’s mother returned and quickly prepared a hearty lunch for them.

Milk tea, tender finger lamb chops, baked naan, and some unnamed foods fill the table.

The enthusiasm of the Bayak family warmed the hearts of several people, and the discomfort of coming to a foreign land disappeared.

When he learned that Bayak’s younger brother Abduli was a recent college graduate, Li Huai asked curiously: “Why did you choose to be a border guard?”

Abduli glanced at his brother Bayak with memories in his eyes, “I still remember when my brother just graduated from military school and returned to his hometown. Villagers came to visit their homes with naan, mutton, ghee and eggs. Wave after wave came, all praising my brother for his presence.

“I was not convinced at that time, and said to my brother, when I grow up and make money by opening a company, I will definitely be more energetic than you.”

“When my father heard this, he immediately reprimanded me, saying that having money does not necessarily earn people’s respect, and that it is honorable to be a soldier to guard the border.”

On the side, Bayak’s mother suddenly interjected in Tatar.

Instructor Meng translated: “This is the most famous proverb of the Ta clan: A man should fight like an eagle in the sky…”

Until he left Bayak’s home, Li Huai’s heart was filled with a kind of complexity.

Perhaps guarding the frontiers of the motherland has always been a tradition of the Ta, but even if he saw it himself, he felt that all this was somewhat unreal.

He was touched by this rustic glory, but could not fit in.

Thinking of the impetuous hearts of the later world, almost everyone was anxious, Li Huai couldn’t help but say: “Brother Jiang, can you feel their happiness?”

Jiang Wen was silent for a moment, “When I was young, I should be able to, but I can’t now.”

“Can we film that feeling?”

“I don’t know…”

When driving to the Hongqilap port, the local Tatar literary and labor group was comforting the border guards.

The beautiful Ta girls and guys dressed in costumes and singing and dancing to the music, with bright smiles on their faces, quickly pulled the shy and clumsy warriors to join them.

Jiang Wen also twisted happily beside him, since he came here, he seemed to have removed a mask, and the strength to pretend to be a criminal was gone.

A pair of soldiers patrolling the border passed by, and Bayak’s father was among them as a volunteer guide.

The old felt hat is wrapped in wind and snow, the bronzed wrinkled face, and the exotic hooked nose of the eagle make it look like a weather-beaten old eagle.

Bayak quickly ran over and asked about his father’s physical condition.

And his father looked at his son in military uniform, his eyes were full of pride, and gently brushed the wind and snow on his son’s epaulettes…

Click!

Li Huai couldn’t help but raise his camera and took this scene.

Not far away, a familiar song came from the Tatribe girl who was performing for the soldiers:

Why are the flowers so red?

Why, so red? Hey ~ red as if,

red as if burning fire,

it symbolizes pure friendship and love…