We all lie flat, you roll into a major general?

But the recruits were very excited. On the prairie in the Xinjiang region, the sense of ritual of roasting a whole sheep is much stronger than that in the store.

"The mutton in Xinjiang not only has no smell, but also is very tender."

The squad leader spoke in detail, while Ma Yisha, the wife of Kerim, and her two children listened beside her.

The old man Batur added next to it, about the origin of barbecue in Xinjiang.

It benefited a group of recruits who were drooling next to them.

What does it mean to experience local life? Sure enough, this kind of bonfire barbecue is the purest Xinjiang flavor.

This trip was worth it.

While everyone was chatting, they heard the sound of a car engine coming from the dirt road in the distance.

Suddenly the high beams swept across, and a car drove over.

It wasn't until the car drove to the yurt that it was a Prado off-road vehicle.

I thought the off-road vehicle was driving the wrong way, but it turned off and stopped in front of them.

Get out of the car, three men and two women, all young people.

Chapter 46 Travel Squad?We are not welcome!

The recruits sitting around the campfire looked over.

The Prado off-road vehicle looks quite domineering. Generally, off-road enthusiasts like to drive this kind of car.

The few people who got off the car were also young people.

The leading young man has shawl and long hair, and wears a jacket, which gives people a literary and artistic feeling.

The other two youths were younger, one with a tied wolf tail and the other with a middle part.

A loose T-shirt, dressed in a very artistic style.

The other two girls were wearing trendy, cool suspenders and cropped jeans.

This group of people can be seen at a glance as a group of young literary and artistic youths traveling abroad.

The young man with the shawl at the head led the group to the bonfire.

Smile at everyone around the campfire, and then accurately find the oldest old man Batur present.

The young man with the shawl came to Batur and said, "My fellow townsman, we just came here for a tour. It's getting dark now, and we're still a long way from the city."

"Can we get something to eat for a night and we'll pay for it."

Before Batur could answer, Kerim stood up first and shook his head indifferently.

Because of his sister's affairs, he now very much rejects this kind of literary youth who travels abroad.

The appearance is flashy, and the train is full of words. If I hadn't believed in this kind of person too much back then, I wouldn't have felt sorry for Lao Miao...

Seeing that Crimean's attitude was so indifferent, the two girls begged immediately.

"Just let us stay for one night, just one night!"

"Yes, yes, we will pay, five of us, is two thousand enough, we won't cause trouble, just eat some roast lamb for the night!"

At this time, a whole lamb with a shiny and browned appearance was roasting on the bonfire. You can fully imagine the crispy texture of the skin, just looking at it makes your mouth water.

Moreover, the Crimea is roasted with slow fire, and the seasoning is constantly applied and penetrated into the lamb, so it is very fragrant.

This fragrance can be smelled from far away, and these literary youths also came here after smelling the fragrance on the road and seeing the bonfire.

Come over and have a look, the grasslands, roasted whole sheep, and bonfires are simply their ideal paradise.

The two girls seemed to have rooted their feet. In their opinion, this wonderful beauty should not be missed.

Kerim still wanted to refuse, but Lao Miao got up suddenly.

Patting Kerim on the shoulder, Lao Miao said calmly, "Krim, it's okay, let them stay overnight!"

He knew that Crimea cared about what happened in the past.

But Lao Miao felt that there was no need to blame this group of people for what happened in the past.

When Kerim heard Lao Miao speak, he immediately sat down again.

In fact, Crimea also knows that these literary youths are no longer the same group as before.

But after all, there is a grudge.

However, since Lao Miao spoke, there was no reason for Kerim to stop her.

He felt that this might be a sign of Lao Miao letting go.

"Then you stay here."

Hearing that the Uyghur uncle responded.

The five people were overjoyed and thanked repeatedly.

The wolf-tailed youth and the middle-pointed youth immediately ran to the back of the car and took out five small plastic stools from the trunk.

Several literary youths sat down in front of the bonfire.

Roasting the bonfire, everything is silent, and everyone is extremely happy.

Turning his head and looking to the side, besides the Crimean family beside the bonfire, the soldiers in this circle are the most eye-catching.

And they also saw that the Uyghur family didn't like outsiders to intervene when they had dinner at night.

It was one of the veterans who persuaded them to stay.

So they all looked at these soldiers curiously.

I don't know why there is a group of soldiers cooking a bonfire here.

But the recruits were all sitting upright, and they didn't intend to look at these literary youths.

Because of the squad leader's affairs, even Xiong He, who always liked to socialize, ignored the sudden small traveling group.

After all, in the squad leader's past, the little screenwriter tricked Uncle Krimu's sister to the capital, and she hasn't come back yet.

It is normal for the Crimean family to be indifferent to these literary youths.

These recruits also roughly know what happened, so they seem to be quite repulsive to these people.

However, young artists may think that this is the discipline of soldiers.

Still looking familiar, talking to each other happily.

A round-faced girl with short hair turned inward seemed to feel a bit cold.

Stretching her hands in front of the bonfire, she smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet not only ethnic minorities, but also Brother Bing!"

"That handsome soldier, can I take a photo with you?"

After finishing speaking, she blinked her eyes and looked at Chen Ming among the recruits.

There was an expectant smile on his face.

Chen Ming shook his head with a flat expression, and said: "The army has its own rules, and it is not allowed to take photos casually."

"Oh, sorry……"

The short-haired girl was a little disappointed.

But she also knows that the rules of the army are very strict, but she just feels it is a pity.

Then, he took a selfie of his own.

While warming up by the fire, Lao Miao chatted with Batur and Kerim again.

Seeing Lao Miao's relaxed tone, Batur was also relieved, he was afraid that Lao Miao would not be able to get rid of his inner demons.

The recruits also chatted with each other, and the tense atmosphere due to the arrival of outsiders gradually relaxed.

But these five people obviously found that the Crimean family, including the soldiers, were somewhat against them.

There was a little disgust or even hostility in his eyes, and he didn't communicate with them the whole time, looking very cold.

Even girls with short hair who approached Chen Ming were politely and officially rejected.

They don't understand why, but they don't care.

Maybe it was rashly breaking into other people's bonfire dinner, maybe it was just getting in touch with them and didn't know them yet.

Thinking of this, the leading literary youth smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Qin Lang, I'm from the capital, and I'm a screenwriter."

"Hey, the two online dramas that are currently on the market are both written by me!"

Qin Lang originally thought that if he said these words, he would definitely receive a wave of surprised and admiring eyes, and then asked him which online drama it was.

After all, now that entertainment is so developed, every household will watch TV dramas, and screenwriters who can write scripts are also popular in the eyes of the public.

As soon as these words were said, the rest of the literary youths looked at everyone with proud smiles.

But unexpectedly, the faces of the Crimean family changed, and the hostility in their eyes became more serious.

Including the old Miao who helped them speak, their eyes became darker.

The expressions of the rest of the soldiers froze, and the atmosphere in the audience cooled down again.

This made him scratch his head, which sentence was wrong?

Qin Lang remembered that people of ethnic minorities were all singing and dancing, and music had no boundaries, so he had to use his best skills to take down these herdsmen.

He laughed and said, "Let me sing a song for everyone while the roast lamb is not yet cooked!"

"I'm a top-notch singer, Xiaobin, go to the car and help me take out the guitar!".

Chapter 47 Sing a song for the squad leader, and sing it to the old friends far away!

Hearing that Qin Lang was going to play the guitar and sing, all the literary and artistic youths had smiles on their faces.

Qin Lang's talent is recognized by them.

The wolf-tailed youth ran to the car courteously, ran over again, and brought a guitar for Qin Lang.

It was an acoustic guitar, and it looked quite expensive.

Qin Lang stood up, holding the guitar in his hand, it was a guitar he was familiar with, and he didn't need to tune it.

He plucked the strings, ignored everyone's cold eyes, and said with a smile, "Let me play and sing "White Sheep" for everyone!"

With that said, let's begin.

With a flick of shawl and long hair, his face is affectionate.

A warm voice came out.

"What are your chances of winning!"

"Trap me inside!"

"The castle you designed is terrible!"

"..."

Soon, Qin Lang threw himself into it.

His companions are also very immersed.

Playing the guitar and singing by the bonfire is too in line with their expectations for the literary scene.

Seeing Qin Lang playing and singing intoxicatedly, Kerim felt very angry.

From the capital, is a screenwriter, likes to play guitar and sing...

These kinds of things made him think of the scumbag who cheated his sister away more than ten years ago.

Exactly the same came to stay overnight, exactly the same showing off skills and singing.

Although not alone.

But this Qin Lang, no one pays attention to him, he can play and sing by himself, this kind of thick skin made Crimea even more angry.

Because in my impression, what that scumbag is best at is stalking, and I believe him after saying affectionate words a hundred times.

As a result, Han Guli followed him to the capital and had nothing, so his sister, who believed so much, went to the bar to dance to make money.