Warm Jade of Hetian, Smoky Sunlight

Mao Zi was a very unique person, on one hand petty thievery, on the other, a chivalrous spirit; on one hand, not highly educated, on the other, very good at guiding others. We have heard many of his stories, and his favorite was about his experience in Lop Nur. Adilike preferred to talk about his stories in the wilderness. He used to be an office worker, and during holidays or job transitions, he liked to go to the wilderness to find glass stones, sometimes staying alone on the deserted Gobi for 26 days, encountering wolves and bears. But in 2015, he accidentally came into contact with Hetian jade, and then he couldn't let go. He quit his job and stopped going into the wilderness, concentrating on taking Hetian jade as his work. By chance, following the suggestion of Xiao Ke in Shifo Temple, I went to Saybag Township in southern Xinjiang and met a 17-year-old boy with Down syndrome, the son of a folk jade carving artist, named Xiao Pang. The boy would drool and laugh foolishly when he saw beautiful women. But this fool was a jade fanatic. When he was a baby, as long as Xiao Pang cried, his father would put a piece of Hetian jade in his hand, and he would stop crying. When he grew up a bit, he revealed his spiritual nature. He could accurately judge the quality of Hetian jade. Because of poverty, his father was almost 50 years old before marrying a foolish woman as his wife, and gave birth to this Xiao Pang, considering him his precious jewel, and this boy helped the old man escape poverty and become rich. However, the good times didn't last long, and just as I went from initially disliking Xiao Pang to being moved by his pure and persistent feelings, and increasingly liking this child, a sudden fire accident happened. In order to save his beloved Hetian jade, he died in the sea of fire.