Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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After another two weeks, Anar found that Zeyitong and Dunzhu were busy. She asked carefully, it is still two months is the annual Nagqu horse conference, in addition to horse racing, a few hundred miles of herdsmen will take their goods to travel, it is also a trading conference, and Zeyi is the same, you need to At the horse racing conference, you have to change the necessary items for the coming year.

Zeyi has two horses in the same family, fifteen cows and forty sheep. The conditions in the herdsmen are really not good. At least Zeyi and Dunzhu’s Tibetan clothes are not very gorgeous. Every Tibetan has a few sets of traditional Tibetan clothes. In addition to attending the festival day, it is also one of the best dowries for every Tibetan daughter.

Anar listened to Dunzhu and said that the daughter of a rich herder, a good Tibetan dress can be worth hundreds of thousands, the best material used, the best turquoise, and her family has not many cattle and sheep, only I am afraid that there will not be much dowry in the future. Although Zeyi is only 12 years old now, Dunzhu is afraid that her daughter will be married and shabby. Now she is ready to prepare a dowry.

"Ze Yitong's Mo La eyes are not good. In the year before, she took her to check that it was a cataract. It was tens of thousands of operations. The horse racing champion had a bonus of 100,000 yuan. We have to go for a fight."

On the one hand, Dunzhu tidyed up the accumulated fur, and he was at home with Anar. Her Chinese is not very good, and chatting with Arnal is a little hard, but Arnal feels that the beads are talking, with a kind of vigor that does not give up life.

"Donzhu, can I go to the horse racing conference?"

At this home, Anar does not know what to do for this family. If he can win the 100,000 yuan bonus, it should be useful for Zeyi’s family.

Dunzhu stared at her: "Will you ride a horse?"

Anar thought about shaking his head: "I don't remember."

On the second day, Zeyi took a horse out and practiced riding with Anar to the place where there was no cattle and sheep. Anar really didn't ride horses. Zeyi was a happy teacher.

Looking at the 12-year-old Ze Yitong flying freely on the horseback, from time to time to make some thrilling action, Anar's idea of ​​winning the championship at the horse racing conference two months later is somewhat awesome.

Can she surpass those herders who grew up on horseback in the past two months?

Anar carefully rides on the horseback. Zeyi walks slowly with the reins. After a long walk, Anar feels that he has adapted to the shaking on the horseback, and he calls Zeyi to release the reins.

The horse began to trotting, and Anaar began to straighten back. Later, the horse suddenly accelerated, and she had to lean down to reduce the friction of the wind.

The wind whizzed past her ear, blowing away a purple flower that Zeyi had not had in her ear. The wind on the prairie was poured into Anaar's neck, in the mouth, in the nose, her eyes half squatting, and the tension from the beginning quickly calmed down.

"Relax, relax, and the horses are ups and downs!" Zeyi shouted behind him.

Today, the horse didn't know what was going on. The faster he ran, the quicker Anar found out that something was wrong.

Ze Yi’s eyes flashed in panic and whistled, trying to stop the horse, but her family’s horses ran faster and faster.

Anar suspected that most of the accidents occurred. What she can do at the moment is to hold the horse's neck tightly and not to be pushed down. The sound of the wind became whistling, and the horseshoe trampled the flowers of the grasslands, and the original harmonious atmosphere was destroyed.

Zeyi ran to the yurt, and there was a pony in her house. Although she was not running fast, she was better than nothing. I hope to catch Anar’s horse!

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Anar has been very calm. Although the horse seems to be mad, she is not like the first time she has encountered such a dangerous thing. For a moment, Anar is on the right side, and she still has time to think about what she used to be. Such people, is this danger often encountered? Otherwise, there is no fear in the subconscious.

Relaxed, with the ups and downs of the horseback, Anar clasped the horse's neck tightly, the grassland receded in her view, and a silver lake appeared in front of her eyes.

The mad horse gradually slowed down and waited until the lake, and it was quiet.

Anar smashed the thighs that were scattered and slid down the horse's back.

Listening to Dunzhu said that she found herself in a coma beside a silver lake. Will this be the case?

Anar is looking forward to it and is a little scared.

If the lake is really the place to save her back, will there be some clues to prove her identity? This is what Anaar expects. But if she didn't find it here, she was less confident about who she was.

Dunzhu said that he could actually go to the police station to check who she is. Anar did not report much hope. She didn't even remember her name. If there was no criminal record before, it would be difficult to find her identity in the Chinese population of more than one billion people.

The most important thing is that there is a voice in my heart that seems to be yelling. She has to rely on her own strength to find the "Anal" before the amnesia, otherwise things will become very troublesome.

The lake is glowing with silver in the sun, calm like a glass mirror.

Anar walked into the lake and saw many messy footprints on the wetland. He knew that there should be a lot of animals to drink water in the lake. It means there is no problem with the lake.

Anar reached out and touched the lake, chilling and chilling, almost freezing her fingers.

Is this the lake after the integration of snow and water? It’s so cold.

She rubbed her hand and gasped into the palm of her hand. She moved her hands and feet and searched carefully at the lake.

Putting away the dense grass, Anar did not let go of any small place, walked a few miles along the river bank, she found several very shallow footprints on the west bank of the lake, unlike these days, she will be herself The feet are put up and the footprints are generally consistent.

A trace of joy climbed onto Arnar's cheek, and she knew she should have found the right place.

She searched the water plants near her footprints, but she did not find anything of value. Anar meditates, is she thinking wrong?

It shouldn't... Her eyes fell on the silvery lake, close to it, the lake was clear, and fish and water plants could be seen. Anar's eyes flashed. At the bottom of the lake a few meters away from the shore, there was a black backpack lying quietly at the bottom of the lake, covered by water plants.

Here is rare, and in such a coincident direction, there is a black backpack at the bottom of the lake. Arnal feels that her breathing is so fast that she can't wait to think about how she has such good eyesight. She has jumped out of Silver Lake. The backpack is likely to confirm her identity and help her find her true self!

The lake was cold and bitter, and Anar was almost frozen by the silver lake. She had to take her backpack before she was frozen.

However, it seems that God is also against her, and the shoulder strap of the backpack is stuck on the rotten tree root at the bottom of the lake. Anar is free to break away, and the air in the lungs is drastically reduced. The situation is extremely dangerous.

Ze Yitong finally rode along the unforgiving pony along the trail. On the edge of the Silver Lake, only the horse that Arnall just rode was leisurely eating grass at the lake. Where is the beauty of Anar? Figure?

"Anaar...Anal..." Zeyi jumped off the horse and yelled along the lake. There are wolves on the grassland. Although it is during the day, sometimes the wild wolf who is hungry can not attack.

The little girl yelled for a while, and her heart was desperate. Isn’t Arnal really eaten by the wolf?

She covered her hands on her knees and cried.

There was a burst of water in the west of the lake. The wet Anar took a bag and jumped out of the water. Ze Yi was surprised and happy, and hurried to the other side:

"Ajia, Ajia, you didn't die!"

Ajia is the noun of the Tibetans calling her sister. Zeyi, under the same shock, called out the name that she had already admitted in her heart.

Anar is her "Ajia", she decided!