The ceo's secret

Now, only aunt Wan'er is left.

There may be loneliness. For those who love to the extreme, there will be more or less loneliness.

But more is that beautiful memory, it has been warm this soft and brave woman - my biological mother, whenever she is happy or upset, she will go to that piece of farm riding, from Urumqi to Ili driving about 8 hours, flying about 1 hour.

As soon as aunt Wan'er arrived in Yili and stepped into the farm, it seemed that time would stagnate. She had a way of crossing the time tunnel and suddenly returned to her youth. She walked by the reins, as if back to the time when she lived in seclusion. Riding on the horse, she closed her eyes slightly and breathed the strange fragrance of lavender. It seemed that my father was still sitting on the horse and gently hugged her -

the lavender was still the lavender of that year, their posture, their flowers, their fragrance, that kind of purple, deep into the bone marrow, patches of purple, connected to the horizon, that kind of purple even All the things between heaven and earth are dyed purple, the night sky is dyed purple and looks more magical, the stars are dyed purple and looks more romantic -

those days were like the world in fairy tales.

All this was told by aunt Wan'er on the plane from Urumqi to Yili. She said she would take me to Yili, and I agreed. I also want to see it. I don't know if it's because of curiosity or other reasons. I just want to see the piece of lavender that my aunt and Dad were happy with in those years -

where I was born.

There are only two of us in this line. Aunt Wan'er doesn't bring any entourage, just mother and son.

Within an hour, the plane landed in Ili. The head of the farm has sent a car to meet us.

After leaving the urban area of Yili and entering the suburbs, large areas of lavender began to appear. The lavender has a variety of colors, most of which are purple. Just like the lavender I saw in Provence with yunyun, it is like the background of Van Gogh's oil painting, which is full of rendering power It's a small town that doesn't look like a small town -

after that small town, just a short time ahead, the car will arrive at the location of the farm. The farm is not very big, but it's very beautiful, everything is very delicate. There are still lots of lavender in the farm, and those lavender purple flowers are like purple stars in the night sky -

there is a long row of houses near the hillside of the farm, which is probably the warehouse of the farm and the residence of the herdsmen working in the farm. At one end of the farm, there is a large fence for sheep. It seems that there are many sheep here.

Two hundred meters away from the farm, there is a two-story house made of wood, standing on the green grass. Outside the door are patches of purple lavender.

"Mingming, I'll show you there," aunt Wan'er said with a smile, pointing to the wooden house in the two-story fairy tale house. "That's where your father and I lived. When I came here ten years ago, fortunately the wooden house was still there, so I immediately bought the wooden house and the farm from the local herdsmen."

We walked towards the wooden house and I said, "it's really beautiful here. It's like a fairy tale world. It doesn't feel like the real world."

"Yes." Aunt Wan'er replied with a smile, "two of the Kazakh herdsmen who are working on the farm are herdsmen who knew me and your father. They are very kind, so I hired them to help me manage the farm. I used to know a lot of people, but they all left this place. You know, Kazakh is a nomadic people, and they live in no fixed place. "

I nodded and said, "I've heard of it. Auntie

There is only one room on the upper floor, and there is a wooden ladder to go up from one side of the front hall -

aunt Wan'er put down her handbag and began to look for a rag to clean the tables and chairs. Because she hadn't been here for a while, everything in the room was covered with a thin layer of white dust. I also helped aunt Wan'er clean, I swept the floor and the spider webs in the corner, and aunt Wan'er cleaned the tables and chairs -

"I didn't let them in this room, so they wouldn't come in to clean it without permission. In the five years after I bought this farm, no one else came in this wooden house, and the herdsmen in the farm knew that this wooden house was very important to me." Aunt Wan'er said as she wiped the table.

I "Oh" -

aunt Wan'er said: "every time I come here, I feel your father is around me. Where I can't see him and he can see me, it's around me. It's like playing hide and seek. He will call me gently, for example," Wan'er, I've come back from hunting a hare. "Sometimes I run to the door nervously, but I can't see it Seeing you resist the shadow of the shotgun, he hides again... "

After visiting the farm with aunt Wan'er, I feel strange. It seems that there is an illusion that I have entered a love story. The lavender, the wooden house, the sheep and cows, the sky and the distant mountains are the background of this part of love. The protagonist here is aunt Wan'er and my father——Although my father is gone, I always feel that there is a pair of eyes behind me, always watching me and aunt Wan'er, with a kind of happy smile on my face -

aunt Wan'er led me around the farm and told me the stories about laughter and happiness that happened in this grassland when she and my father were walking. I know that those stories have become eternal memories in aunt Wan'er's heart, and have been fully integrated into her flesh and blood, and into her life -

aunt Wan'er will point to a white round stone growing on the grass slope of the farm and say to me, this is the place where your father and I used to sit. At that time, we would go out for a walk every evening After a while, she pointed to a place and said to me, "look, that was the place where you learned to walk for the first time. At that time, your father and I were very happy. I held you in my arms and stood opposite your father. Then I let go of your hand carefully and let you walk to your father. You were trembling and crying with nervousness. After walking for a few days, I probably thought that you could find the sense of security in your father's arms (E3), and you walked like a trot. Before you got to your father, you jumped over -

your father came forward and put you in his arms, and used the Kiss your little face, kiss your little face all over, then look up at me with a smile, you see, your son has not learned to walk, he began to run! Ha ha ha -

at that time, your father was so happy and satisfied!

Frankly speaking, I was touched by the love between aunt Wan'er and my father. I think their love is really great and even makes me feel legendary. Love is one of the greatest emotions in life, and also the most eternal theme of mankind. It can be said that all living people are in the pursuit of love, the pursuit of money, to a certain extent, is also for the pursuit of love. However, not everyone can meet their own true love in their life. In fact, many people can't get true love in their life. They are searching for it all their life, but they can't find their own true love in the end -

so people who have true love are lucky and lucky. Because true love is priceless, it should be precious in any matter. Those who miss true love in pursuit of material things will regret sooner or later. No doubt, aunt Wan'er and my father's life is of quality. Although they haven't lived together for a long time, and although my father died early, his life is still of the best quality, because they once had, no, they have each other all their lives. Not being together doesn't mean that their hearts no longer belong to each other. Their hearts always belong to each other .

Love is not poor, nor the length of time, with the words, is a lifetime thing.

The love between aunt Wan'er and my father is quite legendary. I respect their deep and obvious love from the bottom of my heart. The person who pursues love forever has at least three most outstanding qualities. One is nobility. Noble people will always run to their lovers regardless of secular fetters. The other is courage. Cowardly people will never have the courage to abandon everything and be with their lovers. The third is wisdom. People who dare to pursue true love are wise, at least they will not let themselves regret in the end.

In this way, I think from a person's attitude to love, you can judge a person. The person who dares to pursue true love is absolutely the same.

At noon, we eat on the farm, according to the eating habits of Kazakh herdsmen.

Aunt Wan'er told me that Kazakh's daily food is mainly flour food, cattle, sheep, horse meat, cream, butter, milk pimple, milk tofu, crisp cheese and so on. Usually, I like to make flour into baoershak, pancakes, oil cakes, noodles, soup noodles, narin, etc., or mix meat, butter, milk, rice, flour into all kinds of food. Occasionally, you can also eat some rice, but you should stew the rice with mutton, oil, carrots, onions, etc. to make a unique style of pilaf, or rice cooked with sheep and milk. Drinks mainly include milk, goat's milk and horse's milk. I especially like horse's milk. Horse's milk is a high-grade beverage made from horse's milk after fermentation. Tea has a special position in the Kazakh diet, mainly drinking brick tea, followed by Fu tea. If milk is added to tea, it is called milk tea.

When Kazakh people eat, they often do not set the table, but spread a large square towel on the carpet, and then everyone sits around it. In general, Kazaks like to grab food with their right hand.

Aunt Wan'er told me that the most special thing in Kazakh diet is winter meat, which is called "sogumu" in Kazakh language. It is made of horse and mutton slaughtered after winter. Horse milk, also known as sour mare's milk, is a rare drink for Kazakh people. It is also an indispensable drink in festivals and wedding banquets. Milk pimple is a snack for Kazakh people.