Chapter 330 - The Horse Race-The Horse of Heaven (1/2)

Chapter 330 The Horse Race-The Horse of Heaven

The cold makes Anar numb on her halfway back to the lakeside. Ze Yitong gets into the water and drags her out.

“Are you out of your mind? How dare you go into the Silver Lake! It can freeze you to death!”

Ze Yitong doesn’t care about her wet pants. She bursts into tears again when she sees Anar’s mouth turns purple because of the cold.

Anar doesn’t have the strength to explain to Ze Yitong. She only holds the black backpack tightly and says with difficulty, “Make a fire……to warm……up.”

Ze Yitong nods and puts Anar on the gra.s.s. Ze Yitong knows the water in the Silver Lake is extremely cold. It’s impossible for Anar to get on the horseback when her body is stiff like this. Even if she could get on the horse, the wind on their way back would make her seriously ill. Apparently, Anar is not as strong as girls who grew up on the gra.s.sland. She can’t stand such cold, right?

Whether it is easy or difficult to make a fire on the gra.s.sland depends on if you can find dried cow dung in a short time. Today is not a good day for Anar, but Ze Yitong gets lucky. She finds a big piece of dried cow dung only dozens of meters away. Her tears are soon replaced by laughter. She holds the cow dung in her arms and walks quickly to the lakeside to find a few dried branches. There are no trees on the gra.s.sland. These dried branches must be washed down from the mountains by the stream of melted snow.

Ze Yitong thinks she is lucky. Dried cow dung is the best material for making a fire. It doesn’t have strange smells when burning. Instead, it burns with a delightful scent, which makes it the most important fuel for herders on the gra.s.sland. Ze Yitong hides from the wind and strikes a match. She carefully lights the cow dung and builds a frame with the dried branches to let them burn more easily. The branches are soaked with the vapor of the lake, so they are not very dry. Fortunately, Ze Yitong is able to ignite them.

The fire gradually gets bigger. With the warmth brought by the fire, Anar is able to stretch out her hands closer to the fire although her purple lips are still trembling. She feels more comfortable now, so she takes off her leather jacket and wrings out the ice water in her hair.

Seeing the fire works, Ze Yitong goes to find more dried branches and carefully keeps them burning. They don’t use many branches, but the fire lasts for more than an hour. Ze Yitong’s pants are completely dry while Anar’s clothes are still a bit wet because she was in the lake for too long.

Ze Yitong wants to find more firewood, but Anar stops her. Anar’s face has already turned back to its normal color.

“It’s not necessary. The sun is about to go down. We have to go back quickly, or your mom and nana will be worried. I’m not cold anymore.”

Anar is telling the truth. Although her clothes have not yet dried out, her whole body is warmed up by the fire. The cold brought by the lake has been driven away. Besides, they will get back on horses. The wind will help dry her clothes out along the way.

Ze Yitong feels relieved when she sees that Anar has the strength to speak. Anar seems to have recovered a lot.

After all, Ze Yitong is a twelve-year-old girl and is curious about everything. Since she no longer needs to worry about Anar, she asks what is inside the black backpack that Anar risked her life to take from the lake.

Anar smiles bitterly, “I just thought that it might be something I lost before I lost my memory and there may be clues about my ident.i.ty. In fact, I don’t know what is inside either.”

Hearing Anar’s words, Ze Yitong hurries her to open the backpack. Anar nods and nervously unzips the backpack. A bunch of colorful cash that is completely soaked by the water shows up. It seems that it worth at least tens of thousands of Huaxia yuan.

Anar is disappointed, and Ze Yitong is even more disappointed. A slight squeeze can make the soaked cash stick inseparably to each other. It’s impossible to dry it out and use again.

Anar notices Ze Yitong’s disappointment although she doesn’t say it out loud. Anar points on Ze Yitong’s forehead, “Little moneygrubber, you look sadder than me. Are you short of money?”

Ze Yitong nods, “Mother said tens of thousands of yuan will be enough for the surgery to cure nana’s eyes. It would be so nice if the money were not soaked.”

Anar hugs Ze Yitong, “You are a good girl. Let’s keep searching in the bag. Maybe there are other valuable things.”

Anar simply turns over the backpack and shakes everything out.

There are a casquette, a pair of leather boots that fit Anar’s feet, a few packets of compressed biscuits and the soaked cash. These are all of the things in the backpack.

No ID, no driver’s license, nothing can confirm Anar’s ident.i.ty. Anar picks up the pair of boots. It is wet but not damaged by the water, which means it is of high quality. The boots and the cash mean she is rich, right? It’s a pity that Anar didn’t know Ze Yitong’s family before she lost her memory. Otherwise, she can use her money to help treat nana’s eyes.

Anar feels a little disappointed, but it never occurs to her that she might not have a chance to know herdsmen like Ze Yitong’s families if she hadn’t lost her memory. Besides, why would she give her money to Ze Yitong’s nana, a complete stranger, to have the surgery?

The casquette can be useful. Anar picks it up. Thinking that these are the things she has used before, she can’t leave them behind.

Ze Yitong doesn’t want to waste the things and holds the unsoaked compressed biscuits with her arms.

It is getting late. They are about to go home when the sounds of horseshoes come from afar.

Who has all these horses? Anar looks into the distance and sees a lot of black horses rus.h.i.+ng over from the direction of the snow mountain. All of the horses are strong. As they run, they bring a strong wind that blows down the forage gra.s.ses around.

In the setting sun, a pure white horse runs at the front. The white lead horse runs so fast and its hooves jump high in the air. It seems as if the horse were about to fly over the tips of the gra.s.ses.