Chapter 35 Dreaming
Bart, who had been talked about for so long, never imagined things would turn out this way.
Upon realizing he had become separated from his teammates, Bart's alarm went off, and he kept a close watch on his surroundings, fearing that the pursuers might catch up.
However, after careful observation, he discovered that everyone currently had no connection with them.
Putting aside everything else, it's highly unlikely, especially considering the elderly and children in the team.
Bart thought this to himself, but the person in front of him remained cold and wary.
Unexpectedly, an old woman with a frail face suddenly walked towards him from the crowd.
The old woman was dressed in tattered clothes, her face was covered up, and only her eyes were visible.
He looked at it carefully and it seemed vaguely familiar.
Before he could figure it out, the child from before ran out again.
"Grandma, don't go over there!"
A child's exclamation came from nearby.
The atmosphere at the scene changed drastically in shock.
Both sides were like startled birds, fluttering backward in an attempt to get away.
"It's me."
The old woman seemed not to hear, and quickly took a few steps to remove the covering from her face.
Then, with tears in her eyes, she looked at the man on the ground.
"Yabrai, Yabrai!"
The name was called out in two not-so-standard Mandarin.
This caused Bart, who was initially on guard, to lose his composure instantly.
His gaze unconsciously fell on the woman.
"Yablai!"
Bart murmured in response.
"Yes, yes, I am Yabrai's mother!"
After the old woman finished reading the name, she seemed to be overwhelmed by some emotion, clutching her chest with a face full of grief.
Bart finally understood: the man in front of him seemed to know his fallen comrade.
After recalling the events that had transpired, he finally confirmed who this person was.
He once personally visited Yabrai's mother at her home.
"Yes, yes, it's Yabrai. You're his mother. What are you doing here?"
"And who is that child?"
His gaze was filled with doubt and disbelief.
Judging by their age, they obviously can't be his children.
Seeing that he understood, the old woman wiped her face and began to talk to him again, but he clearly didn't understand.
There was an old herdsman nearby who could speak Mandarin, and he explained things to Bat in a low voice.
That's when Bart understood the reason.
It turned out that the people who appeared here were all devout people migrating on foot.
They came to worship with a loudspeaker.
Bart's eyes widened when he heard this.
But he didn't react; he just clenched his fists and listened.
This trumpet player is said to be very famous, a descendant of a well-known old trumpet player in their area.
After the old lama left, he accepted the remaining meaning.
As a traditional custom of ethnic minorities, upon learning that a lama was going to embark on a pilgrimage, these elderly people would spontaneously bring their belongings and follow him.
Unexpectedly, a little grandson bypassed the adults and followed them.
"So where are you going now?"
Bart saw the crowd gathered together and wanted to quickly figure out their next move.
"We are going to meet up with the lamas, and we will not return until the end of our retreat."
"By the way, young man, I see you don't look well. Why don't you let that lama take a look at you?"
"Yes, yes, find a lama master."
I don't know how things changed.
Bart lay on the movable wooden bed with a blank stare.
Ahead were the old herders who took turns pulling him.
At this moment, they are on their way to the lama's meditation place.
Bart swayed unsteadily like a cradle, despite his repeated requests to be taken to a safe location. He didn't want them to delay his training.
So the group discussed it and decided to wait until they finished before sending him out.
But he was worried that Wang Li and his men would come looking for him.
On the sand dunes, the traces left by the group were quickly swept away by a gust of wind.
The traces disappeared more easily than ever before.
At a military hospital in a border region of Tibet, the intensive care unit is already full of wounded patients.
The nurses who patrolled the floor checked each room and left quickly.
Around noon, the surgeons held a consultation in the discussion room.
The meeting's theme was how to provide the best treatment for these soldiers who had been brought in.
Yes, Wang Li and others whom Bart was concerned about have been admitted to the hospital.
And it was in intensive care.
Speaking of that evacuation, apart from the comrade who escorted Bart out, the rest suffered heavy casualties.
The first infiltrating team managed to escape after almost the entire team was wiped out.
Xiao Hou was the only survivor who managed to escape from there.
At that moment, with the evidence in hand, his only thought was to leave.
He dared not look back, dared not stop, for fear that he would waste even a second of the time that his captain and comrades had given their lives for.
Despite his unwavering belief, the losses he had accumulated over the past few days still limited his actions.
Not long after they ran out, they ran into that group of people.
He immediately tried to run away, hoping to shake off the man and escape. But he was caught shortly after turning the corner.
At that moment, Xiao Hou felt a surge of anger and energy, and I don't know where he got the strength from.
He kicked and shoved to create distance, then ran away in a panic.
Running away temporarily won't help.
He didn't know the way, so he could only choose a random direction and rush over, trying to widen the distance between them; but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.
Xiao Hou was breathing heavily, his throat extremely dry from not eating for a long time.
His stomach began to burn, and the pain made his face turn blue.
He knew perfectly well that his steps were weak and unsteady, and that he might collapse at any moment, only to be caught and beaten to death.
But he was unwilling to give up, despite the fact that his captain treated him like a brother and his comrades-in-arms.
Xiao Hou was hanging on by a thread, his mind filled with the faces of his comrades. He felt that if he stopped even for a moment, it would be a heavy blow to them.
Finally, after he turned another corner.
He was rescued!
Huahai Oilfield Base.
The adjusted team is much better than before.
Most of the team members have regained their former enthusiasm and their passion for work has increased significantly.
He seemed oblivious to the rumors circulating in private.
As usual, the expedition team lined up to eat breakfast and arrived early at the southern location to make records and draw maps.
Yes, this was a decision they had discussed.
We've decided to open the coffin!
The idea of excavating the stone coffin was actually a reluctant decision.
In the eyes of cultural relics researchers, the primary consideration after accidentally excavating cultural relics is to protect and preserve them; however, this stone coffin has developed cracks.
There is a fault zone that is more than a meter long.
When Yang Wenhua and his colleagues discovered this, almost everyone was stunned.
If we didn't know that fieldwork wasn't done by a single person, we would have suspected someone deliberately sabotaged it.
After careful observation, they deduced the truth.
The cause and effect were actually located at a certain corner above the side.
That corner had been crushed, and at the same time, the opposite side was also damaged.
It must have been accidentally encountered during previous excavation work.
The mechanic is the one who is doing the drawing work today; he has a good penmanship.
Yang Wenhua and several experienced comrades first measured the approximate distance outside the boulder, and then measured the location of the wooden coffin inside based on the data.
The technicians then need to use this data to visualize and summarize the entire internal structure of the stone coffin.
Speculate on where the excavation will take place.
This project is no simple matter, especially since they are all currently gathered at the bottom of the pit.
Almost all the processes were completed by hand.
The difficulty is self-evident.
However, whether they were experienced comrades or young college students, they were covered in dust but their eyes were firm.
Every person who takes action does so with fervent enthusiasm!
For cultural relics, for the nation!
Loin couldn't imagine this scene, but she had another kind of worry at the moment.
She received a letter from afar.
When Luo Yin received the letter, she was stunned.
Clutching the thin envelope in her hand, Luo Yin felt extremely conflicted.
But when she looked down at the signature above, she was speechless.
Brother Xia!
How could it be him?
Filled with curiosity, she carefully opened the letter.
After quickly browsing through the pages, she remained silent for a long time.
Silently gazing at the distant sky.
Watching the wind carry the grassland far away.
"No, is he sick?"
At night, Luo Yin, who was lying in bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, murmured something.
Then a silence settled in.
She covered her face again, pretending not to know.
The familiar night breeze blew past my ears, and every now and then a few insects chirped.
What used to be an incredibly pleasant sound now feels incredibly irritating.
Luo Yin was disturbed and sat up.
So they simply put on their clothes and ventured out of the yurt in the dark.
Stepping outside, it was pitch black all around.
It seems that if I take a few more steps forward, I will never be able to find the direction I came from again.
But who is she? The bright stars in the night sky shone with a faint light.
The speckles are slightly translucent.
Loin walked a little further, found a clean spot, and lay down on the grass.
Gazing quietly at the sky!
At this moment, relax your mind and look at the vast sea of stars.
My initially agitated mood quickly calmed down.
Luo Yin stared at it for a long time, until her eyes started to sting.
She quickly blinked to ease the soreness in her eyes, but the next second she simply closed them.
He fell asleep without moving, just like lying in bed.
Time passed unnoticed, and the night breeze drifted into someone's dreams.
Crossing grasslands, traversing deep forests, and arriving at a bustling town!
Loin had a rare dream.
She rarely dreams now, but this dream was very vivid and clear. She dreamt of her father, who was lying somewhere in complete darkness.
But she recognized him at a glance because of his big beard.
The short, curly mustache that almost covered most of his face made it instantly recognizable as him.
"Father, Father, why are you here? Why aren't you going home?"
She tried to wake him up and bring him back.
Father opened his eyes groggily, his angry gaze instantly softening upon seeing her.
"Huahua, why aren't you sleeping? Is there something you need from your father?"
Luo Yin pulled him away, saying, "Dad, don't sleep anymore, go home to sleep. Let's hurry home, Second Brother has already gone to look for you."
However, Bart smiled and patted his legs with his large hands.
"Huahua, Daddy can't walk yet. Look at Daddy's leg, it's almost healed."
"What?" Luo Yin looked at him in disbelief.
Bart smiled smugly and arrogantly.
It's as if he's Barthes, the one I remember riding on horseback.
I'm back!
"My leg is almost healed!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
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