Shan He Biao Li

There are many houses vacated for various reasons in the settlements of the Liyi people. Nanshan let Chu Huan choose at random, but there is only one, not the side along the river near the forest.

Nanshan didn't explain the reason, and Chu Huan didn't ask. Since crossing the river, he has always had a sense of awe for this place.

Believe in your own judgment when there is judgment, and trust your intuition when there is no clear judgment-so Chu Huan decisively obeyed his sixth sense.

Furthermore, the girls here are so hardworking, maybe they will go to the river to wash and rinse before dawn, a group of sturdy old middle-aged and young women talking and laughing, maybe more than the old lady of the square dance The power is still great, one day when you open the window, you can easily see some restricted lenses ...

You know, the restriction level in the real world doesn't have too much attention, and most of them belong to people who can't wait to dig out the eyes of dogs.

Even if Nanshan did not mention it, he would not choose the river.

Chu Huan made a round of riding a horse, and resolved his residence very quickly and quickly-he took a fancy to an old house living alone.

It is said that the house used to be an old man. The old man ’s life was rock-solid, and his wife and children were killed, and his grandchildren were killed. Finally, his grandson died. He looked at his son and died, and then he said goodbye to the world. No successor. Over time, his house was returned to the clan, and now he passed the patriarch's clapper board and gave it to Chu Huan.

This place is full of high-end atmospheric single-family villas. Chu Huan couldn't help but look a bit bitter. He worked for the country for the people for so long, and only assigned a small apartment like a cat's nest. Half a day is not as spacious as the staff dormitory of the rural teacher.

However, after entering the house, Chu Huan didn't feel that it was extravagant. This house was indeed a ghost house that had been vacant for many years. The house was veritably poor and clean, and the bats were too lazy to pull the windows. The height is definitely not comparable to the ordinary mediocre villas-it is the second floor on the outside, and when I walk in, I find that it is on the first floor, and it is still a room without a hall ... I am afraid he ca n’t get rid of a room without a hall in his life. Standard of accommodation.

Gee, the life of the poor ghost.

Looking up, Chu Huan could see through the skylights a cloudless sky, a hundred-year-old tree ... and a volleyball ball and egg bear children on the tree.

Chu Huan's eyes narrowed down—this height was close to six or seven meters anyway?

A pair of children squatting on the branch looked at Chu Huan, and immediately called friends, the wind squeezed, and saw that the lead one jumped down first, the wind was blowing, the fart curtain was flying, and his skill was very good. Great.

He reached out and grabbed a branch underneath, and disappeared after two flickers. The remaining ones followed, lining up, launching a tree-jumping movement in the first order and first order, and all of them fell safely in twos and threes. Ground.

Chu Huan: "..."

The monkey in Guidi looks like a human.

In daily life, Chu Huan is quite capable, he can live where cockroaches can live, but Nanshan is afraid that he will be wronged, and soon gather a group of people to clean up the house for him. Daxingmen stood in a row, and it was a wall of people. They unanimously grinned at Chu Huan, grinned, and formed a great white shark team.

Chu Huan passively experienced the life of a young master who "does not touch the spring water with his ten fingers". He stood idly by and couldn't get in his hands. Xiaofangshan ran to the tsunami and dragged him to the flat in front of the patriarch's house. On, accept the welcome ceremony.

The welcoming ceremonies around the world have similarities. The basic elements are the four main points of "singing, dancing, drinking and eating meat".

The custom of the Liyi people is that men dance and women sing, and that dance is extremely enthusiastic. In the eyes of Chu Huan, there are two kinds of dances in the world, one is "revolving" and the other is "jumping". The ethnic dance belongs to the "jumping" series.

The feeling that dozens of the five big and three thick guys lapped together beside them seemed to tremble as if the earth were shaking, playing some kind of natural drumming, and the visual effect was almost shocking.

The women sang what Chu Huan did n’t know. It was estimated that the general meaning was nothing more than “welcome and warm welcome”. He just thought that the voice was unusually clear and bright, and very penetrating. If pressed and smoothed, I do n’t know who poured a bowl of wine in his broken bowl. This time the wine was detoxified and smelly, and it was fierce and spicy, straight to the head.

Sinking autumn water, the sky is high.

In such a noisy occasion, Chu Huan was originally afraid to avoid it, but at this moment, although the people around him kept hustle and bustle, as long as Nanshan did not speak with him to practice spoken Chinese with him, he did not understand anything because he could not communicate, so he I found a feeling that was almost "quiet in the middle of trouble". The vocals are no different from the language of birds, and there is still only one person in his world.

Just as Huang Yun Cangshan was drinking, Chu Huan was a little contented.

Nanshan accompanied him silently. With him sitting here, the others did not dare to be too presumptuous, and naturally separated them from a small open space. Only Xiaofang had been with the patriarch for a long time. Not very taboo, she ran over holding the big sea bowl, grabbed Chu Huan's arm under the eyes of everyone's envy, and wanted to touch the edge of the bowl with him.

Chu Huan: "Come on, Xiaofang, do it."

After he finished speaking, he immediately said what he would do, lifted the bowl, and swallowed it.

Xiao Fang was not willing to be outdone, he drank it with a sip, as if he was drinking happily, let go of his throat and laughed, and extended a slap with a tooth mark to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan looked at his movements, and immediately felt stunned. He smacked his palm with tacit understanding. He was held firmly by the opponent and shook twice.

Xiaofang thumped her chest and yelled, "Alan woo--"

Chu Huan looked at Nanshan, and Nanshan explained, "Good friend."

After talking, Nanshan thought about it and couldn't help but ask, "What do you call him?"

Chu Huan: "Xiaofang."

Nanshan: "What do you mean?"

Chu Huan pulled up a flower from the grass and put it under Nanshan's nose: "Flower, floral fragrance."

Nanshan stared blankly at the delicate flower, and for the first time showed a very sci-fi expression on his face.

Xiaofang probably thought Chu Huan was boasting about himself, screaming and jumping around his shoulder.

However, the young patriarch looked at the guest who had invited him back quietly. The man had short, neat hair and translucent lenses on the bridge of his nose, which looked white and weak.

They are different from head to toe.

He didn't even contact the few "over the river" people that Nanshan had contacted. Whether he narrowed his eyes to look at an unknown place or lazily moved his mouth to smile, he always carried "over the river" People have nothing.

Nanshan didn't know how to describe it. In short, as soon as he saw this person, he felt that other people in the world were simple at a glance, and suddenly there was no hierarchy.

"Chu Huan," Nanshan recited his name silently, "He will come to a place like ours where no one wants to come, and he must be a good person."

Chu Huan didn't know that he had received a good card unconsciously, and his ups and downs as a rural teacher began.

The place where the class was taught was on the open space where they sang and danced. The men in the tribe found a huge white stone branch there, and found him a black carbon rod. Writing, Xiaofang squatted beside the stone and was very well trained. As long as the stone was full, he would rush up and wipe it clean without being asked.

It's a pity that this person wiped the blackboard seriously, but he didn't know anything about the class. Sometimes Chu Huan didn't finish his speech, and half of it was stuck in his throat, so he was rushed to wipe it. At this time, Chu Huan had to stop. He smiled and wiped his glasses. He wanted to beat him. He was struggling to create a long-term Sven image.

The young man's name was "what's so much", listening to Nanshan's translation, it means "glittering cliff". The idea of ​​the Liyi people's name is very tricky. Chu Huan couldn't imagine how the cliff shone anyway. He fell once. The cliff is full of shadows, so the name of the family is simplified into "big mountain".

Dashan is a teenager less than 20 years old, but he has grown up with a tall body. He is usually unsmiling and sits awkwardly there, but he studies harder than anyone else, so he is particularly annoyed by Xiaofang ’s **** stick. As soon as Xiaofang interrupted, he flew over a sole.

Later, Dashan had developed a conditioned reflex when he looked at Chu Huan and wiped his glasses.

Except that Nanshan knows a few words and speaks a few words, others are completely unable to communicate with Chu Huan, so during the class, the patriarch is required to translate the words of Chu Huanjiao into the language of the Liyi people. Even the patriarch could not translate, and the teachers and students had to stop and communicate repeatedly.

Chu Huan ’s students include the village ’s old and young. The patriarch ca n’t be a teaching assistant from day to night, and adults ca n’t work from day to night, so the daily teaching time is only in the evening, less than an hour, and the work is very easy.

Chu Huan's originally prepared welcome message started with "Kids". As a result, when he came to the scene that day, the real child was not actually the mainstream composition of his students. Then he turned wisely around his mouth and became: "Children -"

Nanshan tried his best to teach others to be called "teacher", but the pronunciation of the word "old" is probably not easy for beginners. Everyone learns unreasonably, and Chu Huan waved his hand: "What teacher, Just call it 'Great King'. "

These two words are simple, and they will be learned in one study. Suddenly, the voice of a "king" has been rising, and the entire Liyi tribe has become a mountain of flowers and fruits.

Chu Huan's face was serious and frank, and he completely inherited the essence of Mr. Chu Aiguo's "teasing you to play" "Teacher" means.

A month passed quickly, Chu Huan only appeared on time every day during class, and the rest of the day was full of divine dragons.

In addition to sleeping, Chu Huan rarely returns to his house, because when he looks up, he can always find a few bare **** sitting on the big tree branch and peeping at his monkey child.

He usually gets up early in the morning, doing basic physical training around mountains and rivers-Chu Huan does n’t think he is the kind of person who complains and suffers. He thinks that his problems are likely to have physiological reasons, so he is tough. He prescribed himself to work and train. At first, there seemed to be something in his body that prevented him from persecuting him. When the situation was bad, he would have a headache and he could not wait to poke himself with a knife. At this time, he could only rely on Chu The ring that Patriotic gave him reminded himself over and over again of his promise to the old man.

After a short breath, he would go to Nanshan for a while, listen to him play the flute for a while or chat with him for a few days. Chu Huan felt that he could absorb a lot of precious vitality.

Due to language barriers, no one in the Liyi tribe, except Patriarch Nanshan, could speak to Chu Huan, which indirectly made the patriarch's image more brilliant.

When Chu Huan ca n’t be found, the older child will lead the younger child and play a game every day with pleasure—find “Big King”.

This has become a fun expedition. Even if they find Chu Huan, they are not embarrassed to get in front of him to speak, but if they find it once, they can go back and brag for a long time.

Unfortunately, apart from Chu Huan's own appearance, the little cubs never succeeded in turning him out.

However, despite Chu Huan's inquiries and curiosity, as time went by, the unusualness of the Liyi tribe inevitably hit his eyes.