Chapter 238 Goodbye
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The sunset in Yuezi Town is as big and red as coral.
The sunset glow is so bright that you can see thousands of miles away.
Tomorrow, the Jiang family will be ready to set off.
Mianmian has named her beloved luxury car. She named it Fei, but she named it with numbers.
Arabic numerals.
Numbers.
Starting from 001.
What if a horse is suddenly crushed by a huge earthquake and becomes a fossil?
It seems impossible, there is not enough solidified resin, and the time is not long enough.
Just in case.
What if it is possible, and then it is dug out, and archaeologists see a horse with 007 written on it, will it be bald, or an alien horse? Do horses also need to be skinned? Ancient slaughterhouse?
In short, everything is possible in history.
Mianmian said goodbye to the little boy Casal reluctantly.
The feelings of a child are sincere and pure, like a steamed bun that fills the stomach.
Casar doesn't know who his father is.
His mother died. He
now lives with his aunt and uncle.
His aunt and uncle are horse breeders and adopted him.
He is very well behaved and has grown up with horses since he was a child and has never gone anywhere.
He is also very smart.
Genetically speaking, mixed-race children not only have advantages in appearance, but also in brains.
This is the case with Casar. Although no one has taught him, he seems to be naturally smart and knows how to use his advantages.
Not only did his aunt and uncle take him in, but
he also gained the friendship of the young master.
Jiang Mianmian doesn't like ancient Chinese, but likes to let others read.
Before she left, she left a book for Casar.
"Learn to read first. After you finish this book, go to the town to ask the teacher for it. There is a Maple Leaf Library in the town. You can borrow books. This is the book card I gave you. You can go in with the card. It's free."
"When you can read and read, you can write to me. I will also write to you when I go to the capital. You have to read so that you can understand what I write."
People who have received nine years of compulsory education can't bear to see people practicing calligraphy on the grass with a stick, looking at you with a pair of wet and sandy eyes, eager to learn.
Ambition is always worthy of respect.
Casar really shed tears this time.
It wasn't the wind.
It wasn't because he was wronged. It
was because his nose was sore.
Tears kept overflowing from his eyes. He couldn't
stop them.
He felt very reluctant.
In the horse farm, his uncle always called him a little bastard.
Others called him like that too.
He knew they had no ill intentions.
It was a habit.
When they ate meat and sang, they would share his meat and didn't let him starve.
They just treated him like a stray dog they had brought home, adopted him, fed him, and just wanted him to be alive.
But Mianmian was not like that.
When Mianmian met him for the first time, she asked him what his name was.
He said Kasar.
She said her name was Jiang Mianmian.
She actually told him her name, and no one had ever been so cautious.
He thought she would be surprised, because no one called him by his name.
They all had surnames and given names.
Kasar was actually not a name, but a word of blessing. When his mother gave birth to him, she always kept praying for him.
A-niang didn't give him a name because she always called him Kasar, Kasar. He thought she was calling him. Every time he heard A-niang praying, he would respond with a smile. He thought she was calling him.
Now Mianmian called him Kaka.
She thought his last name was
Ka. How could someone have the last name Ka?
She made him a library card. She said that the borrowing card and his Ka were the same word.
The borrowing card was not a Ka, but a piece of leather with the three words Kasar printed on it.
He always said that his name was Kasar.
But it was Mianmian who taught him these three words.
Some people are like fire.
Her arrival can ignite you and change your life of eating raw meat and drinking blood.
The next day.
Little Kasar rode his horse and watched the first good friend of his life leave.
He didn't even have the chance to get to him.
But it didn't matter.
The horse she rode was the best one that Kasar took care of.
Number 023.
Every horse had a number, and he remembered them all.
Many horses seemed to be pregnant during this period.
My uncle said that it was a good idea to change the name of the town of confinement.
The horses all wanted to have confinement.
Goodbye.
Watching her at dawn.
Hundreds of horses galloping. Mighty
and majestic...
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