Blue sky, white clouds and horses are running on the endless grassland in groups.

Maoli stood on the hill, overlooking the picturesque and poetic beauty, and for a while he was in a daze.

"brother!" Cried a voice from behind.

"ah!" Maoli responds subconsciously. Looking back, she sees a woman in Mongolian dress, carrying a copper pot, and comes tinkling. Who is she? Maoli has a vague impression in his mind, but he just can't remember it. The charming face touched Maoli's mind and made Maoli unable to extricate herself for a long time.

the girl went to Maoli, stretched out the copper pot with her hands, stared at Maoli,...