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Creative talk

Anisu, real name Zhao Wen, is of Mongolian ethnicity. His works have appeared in publications such as "National Literature", "Youth Literature", "Yangtze River Literature and Art • Good Novel", "Works" and so on. He has published the essay collection "Root-Seeking Grass" and the short story collection "Xi Riga".

Anisu "Minyanda" - Creative Talk

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Anisu

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There is a seasonal current in the northern part of the Siriga steppe. During the rainy season, the water becomes open and meanders to the southeast. Where the water flow is widest, there is an extremely flat meadow. In late autumn, a half-month market was held on the meadow, where villagers brought their fated livestock to the market for trading.

Wu Enchi and I met at the bazaar. That was three years ago, when I finished college and had just returned to Work as a teacher at Siriga Elementary School. I always wanted to have a horse of my own, and there were only a few cows and dozens of sheep at home. Egil saw through my mind and asked me to exchange a cow for a foal.

Just like that, I came to the lively bazaar. I lead the best flower cows around the market slowly. Suddenly, I heard Unchi's voice. Of course, I didn't know his name at the time. He greeted me cheerfully, Anda! Are you buying cattle or selling cattle? I said, I want to change the foal. He squeezed out of the crowd, walked up to me, slapped the back of the cow and asked, how are you going to change? I said, just change into a healthy foal. He said, good! You wait for me here for a while, and I'll be back soon.

After a while, he ran up to me breathlessly and said, give me two hundred yuan, I will help you change a good foal. Seeing the surprised expression on my face, he smiled and said, Minyanda, you can't change it yourself here, see the young people over there? As long as they are there, no one dares to trade without permission. You can rest assured, everyone else wants three hundred yuan, I will tell you less, two hundred yuan on the line. When he finished, he turned back and waved hello to a few young people not far away, who raised their beer bottles in response.

After taking the money, he led me to a herdsman and said that the eldest brother had three foals and that there was a shortage of cattle in the house. Behind the shepherd stood two black foals and a yellow foal. The two black foals played restlessly and looked very healthy, while the thin yellow foal swayed from side to side, looking unstable. I watched the yellow foal in silence. The shepherd said, "Well, you pick a black foal, and the yellow foal will be yours." Hearing this, the people around them quickly gathered around and began to talk about the yellow foal. People thought the yellow foal was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

I looked at the yellow foal, its eyes as clear as the starry sky. I said to the shepherd, just change this yellow foal. The sound of people's sighs came from all around. Someone whispered that the yellow foal might not survive this year's winter. Ignoring the people's remarks, I handed the cattle rope to the shepherd and led the yellow foal away. From behind me came the sound of a conversation between Uenchi and the shepherd. He said, if it weren't for me today, would you have picked up such a big bargain? You'll have to give me another two hundred dollars. The shepherd said, O Uenchi! You kid is learning badly!

When I was about to walk to the exit of the bazaar, the shepherd rushed over to me and said, "Oh boy!" It is no secret that I picked up this foal, and at that time A notice was issued in all the nearby villages, but no one claimed it, everyone said it was a wild horse, and later the village decided to let me raise this foal. I am helpless to bring it here today, I don't want to raise horses anymore, I hope it can have a good home. But rest assured, don't look at this foal as thin, but it's not sick. The shepherd said as he took a wad of money out of his arms and went on to say, Hey! Raising this foal can take a lot of time and effort, and no one in the village wants to take over. If you take this money, it will be as if I bought your flower cow.

I declined the shepherd's money.

After I came out of the market, I slowly walked towards the village of Siriga with the yellow pony. The yellow foal walked with some difficulty, the coat was as dry as the yellow grass under its feet, and the skeleton in the skin stood out with the movement, which was very pitiful. Is it sad to leave its former owner, or is it worried because it has a new owner? I don't know. In short, the first time I saw this foal, I felt that there was some kind of special fate with it. The mystery is unclear and can only be felt with the heart.

In autumn, the water flow plummets, and the wide waterways are filled with fine currents. I led the foal along the waterway, and the yellow foal silently followed me.

With the sound of running water, I heard the sound of motorcycles. Unchi came to me, the sun tanning his skin. He straddled the motorcycle, wiped a greasy face with his fat palm, and said, Minyanda, for the first time in all my years of doing business, I have encountered someone like you who has suffered a lot. I said, I didn't lose. Uenchi smiled slyly and said, Minyanda, let's not discuss this matter for the time being, which village are you from, and what is the purpose of exchanging such a good flower cow for such a thin foal?

I already had the answer in my heart, but I was silent like grass for a while. I said, I'm from the village of Siriga. I want to have a little pony, watch it thrive, and let it be with me. I read it from Unchi's face that he didn't understand me, but he nodded his head in a fake way. He asked me, so why don't you choose one of the two black foals?

I didn't answer the question, and I didn't want to give subtle induction to someone like Uenchi.

Unchi saw my impatience, lit a cigarette, waved his hand with me and left. Motorcycle engines roar in the open wilderness, and the sound is particularly harsh. As I continued on, the yellow foal drew me closer, touching my pant leg with its soft lips. Before I could take a few steps, it actually began to get close to me. I gently stroked its slender neck with my hand, and it showed an intimate posture, facing the wind and straightening its thin body, trying to show a healthy appearance, in order to please me.

I led the yellow foal slowly toward the village of Siriga.

/ End of Trial /

Novel Monthly, No. 4, 2022

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