A place for celebration has been opened in Karwan's thousand acres of vineyards.

On the side, bunches of frosted grapes hung on the shelf, forming a grape wall that those who like can pick and enjoy.

Next to the grape wall, some old Tajik people slapped their hand drums, played eagle flutes, played musical instruments such as Kumuli and Balangzikuomu to welcome everyone.

Tajik beauties surrounded Cai Hongming and others and sat down in the prepared position, and ran to the field to dance, showing their proud figure. The music suddenly became more cheerful. Amina, who came over with the crowd watching the cunning sheep competition, also ran to sing. The songs sang in her Tajik nationality's unique language were so wonderful and moving. When the songs sounded, the atmosphere in the field became more intense.

The group of Tajik beauties dressed in costumes danced for a while, then ran to pull Shi Wan'er, who was sitting next to Cai Hongming, to dance.

It is hard to refuse the kindness, and in desperation, Shi Wan'er had to end up.

When she arrived at the venue, she became their leader, leading many Tajik flowers to dance in the venue. Her graceful and charming figure made people look unblocked.

The slender silk clothes flutter in the wind, the long sleeves swing left and right, the steps are graceful, the wrists are raised, the eyebrows are lowered, and the plain hands are gently shaken. The dance posture is either gentle and graceful, or subtle and deep, or bright and exciting, or delicate and gentle, like a crane spreading its wings or willow branches brushing against the water, it is really floating like a fairy.

This scene is like a poem written by Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty:

There are beautiful women in the southern country, dancing with light green waists.

The banquet is in the evening of autumn. The flying sleeves are blowing.

It is as graceful as orchids and green as a dragon.

After the Yueyan ended, Wu Ji stopped at the scent.

Slow states cannot be exhausted, and complex postures are curved to the end.

The lotus is low and the waves are broken, and the snow is chaotic.

When I fell into the egg, I was looking forward to it, and I wanted to be in the sky with my skirt.

But Qiu couldn't catch it, so he flew away to chase the storm.

However, these are not the beauties of the southern country, but the beauties of the northern land. They lack the gentleness and grace of the southern woman, and have a little more straightforwardness and heroism of the northern woman.

Cai Hongming sat on the table. Listening to the old Tajiks pulling Kumuli. Listening to them pulling Aike, watching them knocking out various ideas with their hands drums, and watching the women in the venue dance happily with the wonderful music. Somehow, their hearts stretched out together, unrestrained.

In an instant, he seemed to have forgotten the hustle and bustle of the world, the difficulty and troubles, and became quiet and returned to nature. He returned to reality and returned to the simplicity of nature.

He couldn't help but close his eyes and sounded all this beautiful thing.

He really forgot all this, the excitement in the field at this moment, and only the quietness of the crickets under the starry sky in his heart was not even quiet. I don’t know how long it took, but he suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if someone had bounced hard on his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he saw Shi Wan'er standing in front of him with a clever smile.

"What are you thinking? You're stupid and you won't even answer."

"What else can I think except miss you?" Cai Hongming threw away the words without any money.

After hearing his sweet words too much, Shi Wan'er was fooled, "Hmph, who knows, maybe who is thinking about which beauty is thinking?"

It seemed a bit jealous, and Cai Hongming hurriedly said, "Who else can I think of besides you? Which one is more beautiful than you."

Shi Wan'er felt sweet when she heard this, and gave him a blank look, saying that she had let him go, "Let's go dance."

"I don't know." Cai Hongming shook his hand repeatedly. He has never danced since he was a child, so how dare he show off his ugly face?

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." As he said that, regardless of whether he agreed or not, Shi Wan'er pulled him down. Similarly, Ji Dong and the others next to him were also pulled down by a group of Tajik beauties, as well as some young Tajik people.

Cai Hongming couldn't dance at all, but after he had no choice but to temporarily learn a few tricks from the beauty dancing in the field, twisting her waist and butt there.

His movements were as awkward as a swaying tree in the forest. A group of Tajik beauties next to him almost laughed. Fortunately, not only did he make a fool of himself, but Ji Dong and others were also similar. Someone was accompanying him to make a fool of himself, and he felt much better. This was the self-comfortable spirit.

He was in a good mood, but Shi Wan'er shook her head and went over to teach him.

Cai Hongming has been learning Feihe Fist since elementary school. Feihe Fist is agile and elegant. Of course, his hands and feet are not too rigid, but he can't dance, so he looks so awkward. At this time, under the guidance of Shi Wan'er, coupled with his own random fabrications, he actually danced in a good manner and began to jump back and forth with Shi Wan'er.

The atmosphere in the venue was warm, and more Tajik men and women joined in.

Finally, when Amina, who was happy to see the hunting, also pulled her grandfather to join in, danced the Tajik national eagle dance together, winning applause.

In fact, Cai Hongming and others don’t know that the celebrations held by the Tajik people all have some significance. They are not only an event, but also an ancient social way. Just like our big fire, it not only reunites all relatives, but also an opportunity to enhance emotional communication with friends who were not common before. It is a very ancient social activity. For example, we are usually busy with various things, and our relatives and friends do not go around. During the Spring Festival, we can use the excuse to visit, or seek relatives or friends, chat and talk to enhance emotions.

Sometimes, you may get unexpected surprises, such as for some reason, your friends are interested in your project or creativity, willing to invest, etc.

Without this excuse, you may not be able to do these things in normal times. This is the meaning of the festival. Let people who are not familiar or unfamiliar with each other communicate and increase social interaction.

The activities held by the Tajik tribe are to create opportunities for emotional communication for young men and women in the tribe. After the event, if both men and women are interested, the man can go to the woman's home to propose marriage. If the woman agrees, everything will come naturally, just like the song "The Girl in Dabancheng", take your money and take your sister to catch up with my carriage.

The celebration lasted all day from morning to night, and those who came to congratulate followed the vineyard and said goodbye and left, almost all of the rest were Tajiks.

They were dancing, laughing, making noise, and they were so unhappy.

After dancing the last dance around the bright bonfire, Shi Wan'er pulled Cai Hongming back to the room.

Wan'er today seemed very enthusiastic and very proactive. She used to shake her head when Cai Hongming asked her to shake her head one by one. She was so excited that Cai Hongming couldn't sleep all night, and she only knew how to work hard until she was exhausted that she fell in love and went to Wushan together.

When he woke up early in the morning, Shi Wan'er felt her whole body soft and she didn't even think about it, so she lay lazily on the bed with her eyes closed.

Cai Hongming had never felt the feeling of soreness in his waist. He was too crazy last night and felt soreness in his waist when he woke up in the morning. However, if he had done it again, he would have chosen to do it last night. After last night's moistening, he found that his wife had become more bright and charming, with a layer of bright light on his face. He was obsessed with seeing it, and couldn't help but hug Yiren tightly and kiss her soft lips. But he didn't do anything, just hugging and kissing like this. It's not that he didn't want to do it, but because he was too crazy last night, he consumed countless physical resources and had not recovered.

The two of them were not called out until midnight before they were called by Amina who came over to call for dinner. (To be continued...)
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