The Forty-first Chapter: Singing

  Shift! Gear, constantly changing the action in his hands. Although Zhao Zhong had known that driving on the Gobi Desert and driving on the road would feel different, he still didn't expect the difference to be so great.

  The frozen ground on the snowy ground seems to be no different from ordinary asphalt roads, also hard and stiff, but absolutely cannot be said to be flat. Moreover, some frozen soil with strong water absorption has a relatively soft surface. Although it won't get the Jeep's wheels stuck, it will inevitably make the car hit an empty turn once or twice.

  Liu Dao Gou is not a specific highway section on the Gobi Plateau, but rather a dividing line that separates the plateau into upper and lower areas. Although it's not a majestic mountain range, it has its own unique twists and turns. It seems to block the cold winds sweeping across the plateau, giving people living there some space to rest and breathe.

  Although separated by the Six Paths, the difference between the mountain and the highlands is not actually that big. However, when the people of the highlands thank the Six Paths, they also regard conquering them as their own responsibility.

  Before the standard national highway was built on the plateau, the plateau people relied on their own feet and yaks to create many roads in Liudao Gorge. Although not as convenient as the standard national highway due to its difficulty, many plateau people still think it is safer.

  After all, the six roads of Guo Dao have too many bends and turns. In order to reduce the slope, even a certain degree of mountain cutting and ridge cutting were carried out, and a good section of flat land was also cut into steep mountains and valleys.

  Of course, this so-called Pingchuan is only a concept of the plateau people themselves. So for the flat and fast Liu Dao Gou National Highway, the plateau people have mixed feelings of love and hate.

  If it's for a quick ride, they'll choose the Liu Dao Gou highway as their route. Otherwise, no one would use their own two feet to walk that winding and tortuous road, where you can't see the road ahead at any time, and can only rely on the sound of cars and horns to determine if there are cars coming from the other side of the mountain cliff on this standard highway.

  "Songba, are you sure we can really find the road?"

  According to Zhao Zhong's idea, they should have arrived at Liudao Gou and then tried to find other roads down the mountain. But Song Ba actually left the national road far from Liudao Gou, which made Zhao Zhong very hard to understand.

  Although the car's fuel was still sufficient, and there was also a bucket of spare oil hidden behind the back seat, but to determine the direction of progress in the wilderness, even with a compass, Zhao Zhong did not dare say that he had absolute grasp.

  "Don't worry about it, just drive straight ahead."

  "Are you kidding me? This is exactly what I was worried about."

  Although Zhao Zhong did not say it out loud, he muttered to himself more than once. Should I drive straight? Does he think that with his current driving condition, he can still keep going in a straight line?

  Apart from the ground illuminated by the headlights, everything around is pitch black. It's better to say that Zhao Zhong was driving by feeling rather than relying on his eyesight. He felt the bumps of the car, and sensed the general direction of the wind.

  In terms of speed, Zhao Zhong has now reduced the car to 80 km/h, not because he wanted to, but because Song Ba set a speed limit for him, with a difference of no more than 5 km/h between high and low.

  Zhao Zhong naturally wanted to gauge the distance they could travel by car speed, but if he had his way, he would have slowed down even more. The snowy ground was dark and murky all around, without a hint of moonlight on this stormy night, and the two people seemed to have retreated back to the primitive era.

  Zhao Zhong's foot is now hesitant to step on the accelerator pedal. He is no longer driving for directional control, but for speed control.

  "Ah, ah, ah,"

  Looking at Song Ba's tightly closed eyes, although from his slightly open mouth and breathing condition, Zhao Zhong could also see that he was not asleep. But what he was concentrating on now, Zhao Zhong really couldn't understand.

  Listen? He can't possibly hear any unusual sounds in this situation, can he? Not to mention the wind and snow all around, the Jeep's windows are also tightly closed.

  "Song Ba, why don't you sing a song for us to listen?"

  If there was a fixed national road to guide him, Zhao Zhong wouldn't have worried about anything with his skills. But now, there were no signs in front of him to indicate the way, and Song Ba had been closing his eyes all along, which made him really anxious.

  For the first time, he had the urge to listen to Song Ba sing a song.

  Sing a song? Suddenly hearing Zhao Zhong's request, Songba hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth to hum a low tune.

  "Wow, what a mess..."

  Some get to listen, but don't understand! This is Zhao Zhong's feeling towards highland songs. However, this is just like listening to those foreign songs, most people are just listening to the melody, feeling the joy and sorrow, striving and passion in different atmospheres. It's not really about understanding them, but rather to experience the emotions of the singer and creator.

  Music is a language without borders, before humans had language, they first had music. Although that kind of music could only be described with simple tones, as long as these tones possessed certain rhythmic characteristics, it can also be said to be a kind of music.

  "Hallelujah..."

  From the gentle start to the final high pitch, Song Ba seemed to have instantly immersed himself in his own music world. However, he apparently forgot that he was singing in a jeep's carriage, and waves of sound began to impact Zhao Zhong's eardrum.

  Should I ask Songba to keep his voice down? Zhao Zhong, although often said to be careless and inattentive, wouldn't go disturb Songba's emotional release at this time.

  He quietly opened a gap in the car window, and although cold air immediately poured into the car, Zhao Zhong didn't feel too much chill. In Song Ba's singing voice, there seemed to be some kind of passion, whether he was cheering himself up or adding fuel to himself, Zhao Zhong didn't quite understand, but it seemed that he had forgotten about the cold.

  "Close the car window!"

  Although Song Ba's eyes have some problems now, it doesn't mean he has lost his keen sense. After finishing a song, he immediately signaled Zhao Zhong to close the car window.

  No apology, no need to apologize. The song of the plateau people is to let go of their throat and sing to see true feelings, this is what Zhao Zhong yelled at him to sing, not that he wanted to sing himself, although it did make his mood a lot more comfortable.

  Compared with Song Ba's gains and losses, Zhao Zhong didn't think too much, stretching out his left hand to close the car window.

  However, perhaps his left hand was not his dominant hand, and the wheel axle that moved the car window was also slightly frozen. Even though it was only a gap of less than one finger's width, Zhao Zhong couldn't close it immediately.