I am a primitive

Lying on the kang was a thin person, this person was Huo Yi.

There were two women beside her, one holding a bowl with half a bowl of deer milk with honey in it.

The other one was sitting on the kang, holding Huo Yi's head up slightly.

The person carrying the deer milk took half a spoonful of deer milk and brought it to the mouth of the fire.

The deer milk slipped down the corner of Huo Yi's mouth, and he didn't drink any of it.

"Forget it, don't feed her, let her have a good rest..."

Han Cheng opened his mouth dully, and the breastfeeding person put the spoon back into the bowl, and the other one wiped away the flowing deer milk, set the fire carefully, and gently got off the kang.

Huo Yi had been losing weight for a while, and the main reason was that he was getting older.

In this regard, Han Cheng, who is not even a half-doctor, is also helpless.

The only thing he can do is to cook by himself, cook fine food for Huo Yi, and let more people accompany her.

Huo Yi's coma started last night and has continued until now.

Strange to say, after the two primitive women got off the kang, Huo Yi woke up instead.

Looking around the room, he wanted to get up and sit up.

When Han Cheng saw it, he hurried over to help him. At this time, Huo Yi's body was so light that he didn't have much weight.

"God son... witch... leader..."

She greeted weakly, and Han Cheng responded with a few smiles.

Han Cheng pointed at the deer milk that was placed aside, and Wu brought it over without letting others do it.

"Drink some deer milk first to calm down, and then you can go to the ground later."'

Huo nodded, Han Cheng fed her himself, and slowly drank half a bowl of deer milk.

Jiang Huo Yi not only woke up, but also ate half a bowl of deer milk at once. Huo Er, Wu and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In their view, as long as they can eat, it means they are healthy.

Han Cheng also wanted to be as optimistic as them, but he knew in his heart that this was probably a flashback...

As soon as the fire went away, after drinking deer milk, it took about ten minutes to go.

When I went there, I had a smile on my face and walked very peacefully...

The passing of life has caused a deep sorrow to hang over the Qingque tribe.

The tribe seemed particularly heavy, and Han Cheng felt heavy in his heart.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-term hatred, unable to ask for, unable to let go.

There are eight hardships in life, which are always unavoidable.

He squatted at the base of the wall, silently in a daze.

Wu came over, knelt down beside Han Cheng, and said after a while: "Son of God, Huoyi is already living a very good life, and she has enjoyed a life that no one in the tribe has ever enjoyed before... the same as the people before. In comparison, she has lived long enough..."

Han Cheng nodded silently, knowing that what Wu said was right, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart. This is an old man who has been in the tribe since he came, and he just left...

"Let's go, send the fire for the last journey..."

After a while of silence, Han Cheng got up and said to Wu.

Huo Yi put on new clothes and washed his face.

Some people thought it was a waste to put the dead in newly-made sackcloth, but Han Cheng insisted on doing so.

The dead are big, and they are on their last journey, so they should dress decently.

Huoyi was put into a hastily made wooden box, and then carried by someone, all the way to the west of the tribe.

The people in the tribe followed behind to see him off, and the atmosphere was a little silent.

Not far from Guzidi, a pit more than one meter deep has been dug, and the wooden box and the fire in the wooden box were put into the pit.

Under the leadership of Han Cheng, the crowd began to shovel up the soil on the ground with bone shovels, and filled the pit one bone at a time.

The loose soil gradually covered the wooden box, eventually forming an upside-down bowl-shaped bag of soil.

In front of the soil bag, a small stone tablet was erected, with four words engraved on the stone tablet - Tomb of Huoyi.

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As the sun sets, the heat dissipates and the coolness rises.

The chirping birds return to the forest, and the deer come back from grazing.

In the evening, the newly piled graves look even taller and lonely.

Huo Er sat quietly in front of the grave, looking at the stone tablet and the grave behind the stone tablet with cloudy eyes.

In the tribe, she has the best and closest relationship with Huo Yi.

The two are about the same age, and they handle similar things, and they have long been used to each other's existence.

Now that Huo Yi suddenly left, Huo Er's heart felt empty, as if a lot of things were missing all of a sudden.

But compared with the past, it is still much better.

In the past, when people in the tribe died, they would be set on fire and burned.

Clean and tidy, without any thoughts.

Now the Son of God changed the way, buried the dead in the soil, and erected a stone with his name on it.

This makes people look forward to more than before.

In the past, even if Huo Yi was missing Huo Er terribly, Huo Er could only think about it in his heart. Now that he has this grave, he can come here and sit for a while.

I always feel better in my heart, making Huo Er feel that Huo Yi has not completely left, but exists in a different way...

When it was time to eat, Han Cheng looked left and right to see if he saw Huo Er. After thinking about it, he led a few people towards this side.

At this time, the sky was already dim, and Huo Er, who was squatting there, looked even thinner and lonely against the background of the graves.

The wind blew past, blowing her thinning gray hair, shaking the leaves, and rustling.