Twenty-two years ago, I worked as a teacher at Waihepai Village Primary School. At that time, life was difficult and I was lonely. There was no Han nationality in the village, and several Han students came to school from far away. At that time, I couldn't understand Uyghur , and I felt like I was coming to a foreign country. Until one day, Tohuti Shadier appeared in front of me...
The years passed, and it was the end of 2022. Because of the epidemic, I couldn't go out at home and I had too much time to spend. So many old friends from the past came out of their minds.
In 2000, I was sent to the Foreignerpai Village Teaching Site by the Central School to work. It is more than ten kilometers away from the Central School, so it is inconvenient to come and go. It is really not easy to go there.
It was there that I met Tohuti Shadier. At that time, Tohuti was about the same as me, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
He is very tall and quite thin. Especially the cheeks feel like they are being held in. My black face seemed to be burned by the sun often. He doesn't shave often, and his hair is a little curly, and he looks seven or eight years older than his actual age.
That day was after school in the afternoon. I was cooking and turned my head and found him standing there.
At that time, I cooked outside the house. I made a stove with bricks and picked up some branches in the forest belt to burn the fire. So someone came to see you cook inadvertently.
"What food do you cook?" he asked me.
"Do you speak Chinese?" I looked at him in confusion. "I've been here for so long, and I haven't found a Chinese-speaking person."
"I want to make movies !" I said, "I'm happy to know you!"
After dinner that day, Tohuti said a lot to me, just like an old friend I haven't seen for many years, and didn't leave until after eleven o'clock.
Thuti said that their family is at the back of the school, with parents and a sister at home, and he doesn’t have a wife yet.
He said that their family is very poor and lives in a very dilapidated house, which leaks when it rains. I had to repeatedly wrap mud on the roof twice a year.
's main income is to rely on more than ten acres of cotton land and more than a dozen sheep. At that time, there was no cotton production, and the price was very low, and the price of sheep was not good either.
is just a bit more convenient to eat vegetables and fruits, and it is so much more than a year that I can’t finish it.
When Tohuti said these words, he had a smile on his face, as if these were nothing, and they could all be passed.
Before leaving, he told me that he would pack the dishes I would eat in the future. It also makes me not have to worry, he will come to me to play with when he has time.
Since then, Tohuti has appeared in my life.
After school in the afternoon, I started to clean up and cook. He finished his work and would come over in almost an hour. On weekends, I don’t have to walk to the central school in the village. With the company of Tuohuti, I experienced a leisurely and exotic rural life in southern Xinjiang.
Touhuti sometimes goes to herd sheep, and I go too. We chatted without any scruples. Some Chinese languages are not good, so I corrected them over and over again, and I gradually learned some simple Uyghur from him.
He often delivers food to me, and as long as he asks me to finish eating, he will deliver it on time. He will send these seasonal fruits in June, apricots in July, watermelons in August, grapes in September and pears and .
Once, it was about a Saturday night, and Tohuti came over to play with me again. When he came over, he was carrying a bottle of wine and a plastic bag containing peanuts.
"How about we have some wine today?" He said as soon as he entered the door, but his tone was not high, as if he was worried.
"Okay, drink it." I agreed in one sip. I haven't had a drink for a long time, and it's Saturday again, so I'd just relax.
I brought two glasses and poured them with wine. Xinjiang people Drinking alcohol is different from that in the mainland. They use a large glass, unlike in the mainland.However, we didn't drink well. Although we filled the big cup, we sipped in small sips when we drank. After drinking a few cups of
, the box of Tohuti's words was completely opened.
"Brother, my wife... is gone..." He was vaguely, his cheeks flushed, and he squinted his eyes.
"Hahaha, what were you saying? You didn't have a wife at first, why did you say it's gone?" I laughed at him.
"A few days ago, I talked about it... I'm gone, I don't want to..." He stared at me with his eyes straight, looking very disappointed.
It turns out that he was heartbroken and the partner was not settled. He misunderstood the "object" as a "daughter-in-law" and thought it was the same.
"Brother, it's okay!" I patted his shoulder, "There are many good girls in the future. As long as you work hard every day and live a good life, there will be a sheep jar (daughter-in-law)."
"There will be, um, there will be... some..." Tohuti hummed, lying on the table, burying his head.
I know he is already drunk, and people who have something to do with their hearts are more likely to get drunk. So I helped him to bed and sleep well. It has been several days since the drinking of
, and Tohuti has not come to me. I was muttering in my heart, are you embarrassed to drink and make a fool of yourself?
is another Saturday. Before I got up, I heard Tohuti calling me outside the door.
"I'm going to go to Bazaar, hurry up, I'll take you there!"
I ran out and took a look. He was riding on the old motorcycle, with his left foot on the ground, and he looked at me with a smile.
"Start again, work hard!" He learned what I said to him that night, and when he said this, he still pinched his fist.
I know that the "daughter-in-law" of Tohuti is over, and he returns to his previous appearance. I sincerely feel happy for him.
After that, I still ate his vegetables with peace of mind every day; in the afternoon we sometimes go to the forest belt to pick firewood or pick mushrooms together; on weekends, I go to the place where he herds sheep to find him to play.
One day after National Day in 2000, as soon as I returned to the dormitory, he ran over to find me excitedly.
"Brother, I'm going to get married, this is an invitation. We must come then! You are the only Han friend!"
Thuti couldn't hide his inner happiness, and the muscles on his face smiled into a flower.
I took the big red invitation and hugged him tightly. "I will definitely go! Bless you! Brother!" On the wedding day of
, many people came to their family. Three large pots were set up in the large yard, and the steaming pilaf was emitting an attractive fragrance. The women put down the naan they brought, sat cross-legged on the felt floor, and picked up the plate; some men were greeting, some started eating, and some were still smoking the Mohe cigarette in their mouths; a group of children ran around, and it was very lively!
Tuhuti's new wife is not tall, has a beautiful face, big eyes, long eyelashes, and a pair of long braids. She wore a small flower hat and a dress made of Adress silk, and she was dressed like a typical Uyghur bride.
I ate a plate of pilaf, talked to Tohuti, and left. Because I am a "minority" because I am not able to speak, and I feel very uncomfortable.
Shortly after, because there were few students in the Waihepai Village, the school was about to merge, and I returned to the central school in the village.
Before leaving, I asked Huti to come and see me off. He rushed to his donkey cart, helped me pack my things, loaded them in the car, and sent me to the village.
Torhuti Shadier, my Uyghur brother, are you doing well now? No matter how time flows, the warmth you bring to me will always exist deep in my heart and will never disappear. Here, I sincerely wish you and your family a happy and healthy life! Hello everyone
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