Chu Huan didn't answer for a while. Nanshan thought he was asleep, so he picked up a corner of the quilt and pulled it on Chu Huan. In the middle, one hand was vaguely put on his wrist.

Chu Huan had a thin calluse between his fingers, with a little effort to take it lightly.

Nanshan was stunned. The darkness made him notice Chu Huan's hands, which seemed a little different from what he imagined.

Chu Huan suddenly wanted to drink, and in just a few months after the Yi tribe, he understood the benefits of alcohol.

When you are slightly drunk, your heartbeat will accelerate and your blood will accelerate like a boiling fire. He will feel that he is alive and has the spirit that runs through the head and tail.

When he drank a little longer and got up, he began to forget where he was. If he just stared at the wine glass, he would have the illusion that he was still young and could go around without hesitation.

Finally, he was drunk. At that time, he threw all the joys, angers, sorrows, and joys, and he threw all the joys, heaven, earth, man and ghosts, and his body was as light as feathers, floating in the air. He could sleep for a whole night without worry, relying on this confusion of everything and everything was empty and confused.

But Chu Huan pursed his lips and held back and didn't mention it.

Heaven moves hard, and people strive for self-improvement. Since he has noticed his dependence and escape, he should not indulge in his senseless and shameful weakness.

Besides, although Nanshan was lying here, most of his mind was connected to the outside. That night, the Liyi clan was on high alert for some reason. Although Chu Huan was not inconvenient to inquire about the whole story, he could not pull the clan leader to neglect his duties and get drunk.

He was addicted to alcohol, but the words floated up.

"I used to have a friend who looked a little like you." Chu Huan suddenly whispered.

His voice was a bit hoarse and a little like the wind and sand that blew over the surface of the mountain rocks, with the thick slumber that had been wailed out of the past. Nanshan couldn't help but shook lightly, and slightly turned his ears, feeling that the roots of his ears were itchy.

"He is also 100% serious in everything he does, even if it is the trivial matters of eating and washing hands - you two are very similar, but that's all," Chu Huan added, "You are a good friend, he is a bastard. Every time you meet, you will find fault with me."

Chu Huan was not speaking quickly, and Nanshanzai listened carefully without interrupting.

Chu Huan paused, and then said, "Later, for some reason, he died for me and gestured at me before he died."

He said, raising his middle finger and gestured a vulgar gesture, but his finger seemed to be bent by memories, and he was inexplicably unable to let go.

Nanshan followed curiously and gestured: "What does this mean?"

Chu Huan: "...No, you don't have to learn it, this is a swearing."

Nanshan tugged his fingers, and even with his middle fingers, he was very upright. Under the obstacles of cultural differences, Nanshan failed to understand the true meaning of scolding from one finger. He retracted his hand and said to Chu Huan: "What is his name?"

Chu Huan's eyes looked at Nanshan almost gentle for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Feithy Ball."

Nanshan: "Not brave..."

Chu Huan blushed and said shyly: "Oh, in our place, those who are good-looking are usually called 'brave', and those who are ugly are called 'fear'."

Nanshan: "…"

He felt that his Chinese learning had encountered a new bottleneck.

Chu Huan's voice fell again. If Nanshan hadn't heard each other's words, he could hardly hear him.

Chu Huan said softly: "But I always think, is there any meaning of his death and my survival? I know it is quite pretentious to say that, but people have to live for what they have to do, right?"

He said, curled his fingers and clenched into fists, feeling the ring engraved with "Can you play" stuck between his fingers, as if reminding him of his own nodding and his promise.

"No," Nanshan interrupted with a firm heart, "Why is the rabbit alive? Why is the eagle alive? Why is the squirrel alive? Why is the snake alive?"

Chu Huan looked at him without saying a word, and Nanshan suddenly raised his hand and attached his palm to his eyes.

Perhaps it is the unique copper and iron bones of the Liyi tribe. Like others, Nanshan is never afraid of the cold. Even if his palm has just been soaked in cold water, it can quickly warm up.

Chu Huan felt the temperature in his palm through his thin eyelids, like the most blazing sunlight at noon, or like the most green leaf growing at the top of a plant, the most emerald green leaf that was imprinted in his mind when he first saw Nanshan.

Chu Huan couldn't help but say, "Would you please play that song for me again? Just the song you played when I first saw you."

Nanshan got up, pinched a leaf from a plant transplanted into the house in the corner of Chu Huan's house, and leaned to his mouth: "In your words, this song is called 'The hillside after the first rain', which means the grass and insects crawled out of the ground together after the first rain in spring.

Chu Huan: "We usually don't give us such a long name."

Nanshan: "What should that be called?"

Chu Huan paused for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration in his heart. He said, "Jingzhe."

In the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in late autumn, a minor note of Jingzhe.

The next day, when it was still dark outside, Nanshan quietly got up and left. Chu Huan did not move or open his eyes. It was not until Nanshan went out and "squeaked" to stop him from coming to the door. He slowly turned over and looked up at the tallest gray ceiling without sleepiness.

The night before, the casual chat with Nanshan was still vivid in my ears, and Chu Huan did not intentionally recall it, but Nanshan's voice was like a silk thread, tightly entangled his ear, turned over to the left, heard the right ear, turned over to the right, heard the left ear, seemed to have to try it for a thousand times, and then he would stop after losing taste.

Chu Huan felt that he had taken out two dollars and wanted to buy a glass bead, but the other person made a mistake and gave him a diamond.

After making a lot of money, he was secretly happy and could not help but feel a little ashamed.

Chu Huan lay down for a while, and when his mind slowly calmed down, he got up as usual to do his exercise.

Before dawn every day, Chu Huan would run around the foot of the mountain river, about four to five kilometers, and then go to the forest to do a routine strength training, which can be considered as relaxing the muscles and bones. When you come back, just rinse it. It was basically dawn, and everyone was out to have an activity. Spring sister would bring him breakfast - Spring is Xiaofang's wife, Hua Guduo, the bear mother who is not serious. Although her method of educating her children is slightly out of tradition, her cooking skills are recognized by the clan.

Every day, I can't meet anyone when I go out, but because there are many patrolling all night long this day, as soon as Chu Huan came out, two or three night watchmen saw him.

Xiaofang was squatting on a big tree in a gorilla posture, looking at it. When she saw Chu Huan, she immediately greeted Chu Huan enthusiastically, and opened her voice to him without any hesitation, "Big King!"

He howled, wishing that all villages would receive a notice that "the king would come to patrol the mountains before dawn." Even though Chu Huan was so thick-skinned, he regretted giving him such a fancy name for a moment.

He quickly raised a finger: "Shhh--"

Xiaofang touched the back of her head and smiled, jumped out of the tree, and jumped down from the tree. The Liyi tribe's native language was mixed with a few Chinese words, and said to Chu Huan in a striking way: "I'll get up to get you some food."

Chu Huan grabbed him and stopped his disturbing behavior.

However, Xiaofang's movement still alarmed many people. A large group of men watching the night out emerged from everywhere, with their eyes burning around Chu Huan.

Chu Huan really had no way to run around the mountain in front of everyone, so he had to pretend to be innocent and retreat, close the door, and do pull-ups on the iron rack where the clothes are drying in the room.

Halfway through the exercise, his window was gently buckled twice. Chu Huan was stunned, jumped down, flipped up the wooden window, looked around, and saw no one, but a snake hangs down slowly, revealing a small face.

Chu Huan: "..."

No, why did it come again?

The little poisonous snake shook its head and crawled around at his window, and looked around, as if it was confirmed that the terrifying patriarch was not there. Then he came in with the courage to rub his sinister triangular head against Chu Huan's hand. Chu Huan pinched it again like lightning.

Chu Huan couldn't understand something - did this cold and sticky long worm think it was a likable puppy?

The poisonous snake's tail was still entwined on his arm like a spoiled person, until Chu Huan pried open its mouth.

"I think it's not bad to come to visit my house." Chu Huan said in awkward and gentle manner in the Liyi tribe that he had never said before. He was not proficient in pronunciation, so he said intermittently, jumping out one word at a time, "But I have to pull your teeth first."

The poisonous snake showed with practical actions that it really understood human words. When it heard this, it became timid. It immediately spread out and pretended to be dead, and its tail was hanging straight down.

After Chu Huan jumped off the cliff, he was a little sickly obsessed with "vitality" - to be honest, if it weren't for this, he had killed the snake that kept harassing him, and forgot the kitten, dog, rabbit, who could stand it? Every day, when you open your eyes, you would see a poisonous snake rolling beside you. This remote countryside has to ride a horse in and out. If you really want it to bite it, where can you get the serum?

Chu Huan threw the snake out of the window without hesitation.

The poisonous snake felt hurt and climbed up the tree at the door silently, wrapped it around the branch and went in anger, and even took out a nest of bird eggs to eat.

But probably just like Chu Huan was worried about - it really didn't have much space in its head to put its brain. The little poisonous snake cleaned up the memory shortly after a long time and lost its memory. Not only did it forget the hatred, but it came back happily, but it also brought a bird egg to show its charm.

Chu Huan: "..."

You said that you don’t hit people with a smiley face... Snakes, they came to give gifts with red hearts, and Chu Huan couldn’t just slap it outside with the window. However, as a “fragile human being poked by a tree branch”, Chu Huan was quite grateful to the raw bird eggs that the poisonous snake had held. He carefully pinched the egg and looked at it for a while, and fed it back into the snake’s mouth.

The little snake shook its head and enjoyed the delicious food on earth. It felt like it had known a little about this human being. It climbed into Chu Huan's house along the window. Seeing that Chu Huan had no objection, it stopped trying to wrap around him. It swam silently to the corner of the wall, wrapped around a broom standing there, and put the triangle chin on the head of the broom, and watched Chu Huan do morning exercises without any noise or noise.

I slept with the handsome man for a sleep, completed indoor exercise, and made a bizarre human-beast friendship... Chu Huan felt that he had really had a meaningful day.

And this meaningful day has just begun.

After breakfast, Dashan classmate brought another young man to him. They led a few horses and carried a lot of things. Chu Huan flipped through it and found that there were everything in the goods, including homemade bacon, some pickled food, wine, and some small wood carvings.

Men who usually grazed or patrolled the mountains had some skills in this area to pass the time.

The Liyi people's daily necessities are actually basically self-sufficient. I heard that Nanshan had traveled many places in the county for a teaching teacher. I don't know how much effort he made, but finally successfully applied for it. The by-product was that he got some poverty alleviation funds for remote ethnic minority areas. Not much, but it was better than nothing. They sent people out several times a year, and the things they sold were not worth much, and they could make some pocket money and buy some things outside.

It must have been Nanshan’s instructions that Dashan walked up to Chu Huan and said to him: “We all listen to you.”

He looked like a primary school student who had just learned a few foreign languages ​​to face a foreign teacher. He might have gone around many times in his mind when he prepared. Once he said it, he was as relaxed as he unloaded the goods.

But after finishing the relaxation, he was nervous again because he was afraid that Chu Huan would answer, and he was worried that he would not understand and could not speak.

Fortunately, when Chu Huan first learned foreign languages ​​when he was a child, he felt quite sympathetic with him. He could understand his feelings very much. He didn't talk nonsense, but just patted Dashan on the shoulder: "Let's go."
Chapter completed!