Alvin crouched beside a campfire outside the yurt...
Beside him stood a huge milk pail, half as tall as a person. It was the key vessel he needed to make his "milk-pail lamb."
Shang-Chi had been roped into the backbreaking chore of chopping firewood.
Wu Lie and Aisopan were leading the women and children on horseback...
Amid the children's innocent laughter and exclamations of amazement, Aisopan gradually forgot the sorrow in her heart.
After filling her stomach with a few pieces of tsampa at noon, Aisopan had cheered right back up...
Considering she had lost her only family that very morning, her behavior somehow didn't seem strange at all.
The Tibetan people's openheartedness shone through Aisopan in all its glory!
She refused to wallow in grief and chose to live in the moment...
Most people found it hard to possess that kind of spirit. When someone did, they could come across as "cold and ungrateful"...
But Aisopan gave off no such impression. She was the red sun over the grasslands, striving ever upward, shining as brightly as she could in an effort to "illuminate" more people.
Watching Little Ginny stubbornly ride a little pinto past him...
Alvin grinned and gave Little Ginny a thumbs-up, praising her for never making a fuss no matter how many times she fell.
Though Alvin had always wanted to dismember the little horse that had thrown his daughter a dozen times...
Little Ginny liked it, so all he could do was grit his teeth and shout "Awesome!" every time she climbed back into the saddle.
Shang-Chi watched with displeasure as Wu Lie kept fawning over his girlfriend...
Whenever Wu Lie glanced his way, Shang-Chi chopped wood even faster.
In the end, Shang-Chi even abandoned the axe and showed off his bare-handed wood-splitting skills.
The moment