Shan He Biao Li

Chu Huan didn't move, he could neither leave Nanshan to leave by himself, nor rush into peace when he didn't know the ins and outs, so he watched the changes on his side.

Nanshan turned his head to switch to his own language, ignoring the python, and familiarly said to the "water ghost" on the snake's head: "You come down."

The water ghost glanced at Chu Huan. Chu Huan sat on the horse with a face that "can't understand what you're talking about", and was completely indifferently bearing the hatred of the other party killing his father and taking his wife.

The face of the water ghost is not clear, and he will not move-if someone says "down" he will have to come down, where will he put his back? What's more, in front of Chu Huan, an outsider.

But compared to humans, the animals are quite honest. After hesitating for a while, the snake slowly lowered its head and sank into the water.

The water ghost's face was depressed, and his face became whiter, his breath thicker and thicker, and the flames on his head were like substance.

Chu Huan was the object of hatred he wanted to burn to death.

Suddenly, the water ghost growled, jumped from the snake's head, crossed Nanshan, and rushed towards Chu Huan.

Nanshan raised his hand and crossed the patriarch's scepter. The stick was stuck on the neck of the water ghost. This one was very cruel and inch. The face of the water ghost suddenly changed from white rice to mosquito blood, and Nanshan's palm was tight. The water ghost fell backwards as a whole, and the python quickly supported him for a while, so he did not let him lie down and drink water.

The water ghost stepped back a few steps before barely standing still. He bent down and coughed violently.

The snake twitched its tail uncomfortably, and the river was a series of restless ups and downs.

Nanshan glanced at him expressionlessly, then returned his hand to catch the poisonous snake on top of the horse, patted it on the horse, and said to Chu Huan, "It's alright, you go, these days There are just a few things in the clan, so the class will stop for a few days. "

Confirming that he was evenly placed, Chu Huan turned his horse's head.

Until they walked out for a while, Chu Huan could still hear the water ghost shouting at Nanshan with his unique voice: "You actually brought outsiders! Did you forget the last one?"

Compared to his anxiety and corruption, Nanshan's voice is soothing: "You don't have to worry about it."

The water ghost jumped like thunder, and he said a lot of words. He said that he was overspeeding for two hundred miles. With Chu Huan's proficiency in the language of the Liyi people, this time I really can't understand it.

Going a little further, not only can't understand, but also can't hear. When you reach the thickest part of the fog, you can't see anyone before and after, and the sound seems to be blocked.

When they walked away, Nanshan leaned down, touched the head of the python, and sighed: "Let's go."

"Water ghost" stood still in the water, shaking with anger.

Nanshan glanced at him, increasing his tone: "Ruger."

The water ghost named "Ruger" jumped angrily on the body of the python: "I think you are crazy!"

Having finished speaking, he driven the python and swam away quickly.

Nan Shan stood alone in the middle of the thin river for a while. After a while, he turned around and looked in the direction where Chu Huan had disappeared. His entire leg was soaked in the cold river water, but he did n’t feel cold. , It was just too foggy, and he was confused in a trance.

At that moment, Nanshan suddenly remembered a sentence he had read in the old magazine brought by Chu Huan, "Looking at the world", as if it was quoted by the person who wrote the article, listening to Chu Huan said that it was from one of their songs. In the ancient poems.

"Heaven and Earth" Nanshan knows, but what is "yoyo"?

Ask Chu Huan, the ancient poetry appreciation class that Chu Huan took as a child has long been returned to the teacher intact, and he can't tell clearly. He just told Nanshan according to his own understanding: "Maybe it is very large and very broad. It's too big for people to focus on and helpless. "

Although the river has not yet reached his waist, nor is it very large and wide, but at this time, Nanshan has already felt "yoyo".

The little viper slowly climbed around his arm and climbed up to his shoulder, with the woodcarving bird in his mouth.

"This time the door opened so early, I am afraid that 'over there' will not be able to hold up." Nanshan reached out the palm of his hand and held the snake's head and asked to himself, "What will happen then?"

The little viper made a "hissing" sound, and then maybe found that he could not make any constructive comments, so he spit the bird on Nanshan's palm and gave him a gift to comfort him.

Nanshan lowered his eyes, pinched the big bird with a big head and looked at it for a while, and patted the little viper's head sadly: "If you don't understand anything, you'll get chaotic, alas."

He didn't have the way of pulling wind to return from riding a snake, but just lowered his head and walked back step by step in silence.

If Chu Huan looked back at this time, he would be shocked.

In the Liyi tribe, there are usually a large and sparsely populated place on this day. It is extremely crowded. The roof of the branch is full of scary raptors. But it was unusually gloomy, like a large pot lid pressed against the head, brewing a wind and rain carrying lightning and thunder.

A lot of people as pale as Ruger appeared overnight from the ground. They stood quietly behind Ruger and were clearly separated from the people of the Liyi tribe.

There are men, women and children in the Liyi tribe, but Ruger only has young men and women on their side.

Ruger sat on the side of a tall, upright snake head, staring at Nanshan, not far away, with all the monsters he looked at.

Under the watch of everyone, Nanshan bent down calmly and wringed his wet legs and hair carefully.

The little bald man ran over with no eyesight, no matter what the occasion, he tilted his head and asked Nanshan, "The patriarch, where has the great king?"

Nanshan said: "I'm going out, I entrust him to do something."

The little bald man worriedly asked, "Are you coming back?"

Nanshan listened to this and arranged his movements. After a while, he beckoned to the little bald head: "Come here."

As the former idol of the little bald head, the patriarch was still a little appealing. The little bald head was summoned happily in the past, stood on his feet, hugged Nanshan's thighs, and smirked with harazi looking at Nanshan. Tiancheng's nympho.

"He will come back in a few days." Nanshan touched his head, and then he glanced around, and he asked the little bald man with some direction, "If he will leave us one day, you think Walk with him? "

The little bald head is too small, and he has not yet developed a heavy concept of hometown, hometown, loved ones, etc. In his opinion, it is the logical logic to follow anyone who likes it. When I heard Nanshan asking, I immediately did not hesitate to place Nodded and gave a loud answer: "Think."

Since Nanshan asked that sentence, Ruger's face on the snake's head was no longer unsightly.

Nanshan didn't look at him, lifted his little bald chin, and then asked: "Why do you want to follow him? Don't we?"

The little bald head broke his finger and gave him the count: "Because the king and the king give sugar, I like him, and whoever I like the most, whoever is best, then the king is the best, my mother said, When I grow up, I want to marry the best-looking person as my wife! "

Nanshan gave a slight sigh, and did not make an "adult" evaluation of the innocent "impeccable" reasoning.

But speaking, the little bald man frowned thinly. He involuntarily reached into his mouth and bit his hand unconsciously: "But if I go with the king, I can't see my dad and grandma. The patriarch is no longer visible. "

Nanshan: "Yes, what do you do?"

The little bald man frowned and tangled for a long time, and finally, his young brain found that it was difficult to achieve the best of both worlds. The little boy forgot to think about it and forgot that this was just a hypothesis. pants.

But even biting a hole in Nanshan's pants still didn't help, the little bald could not help but tragically came out, "wow" burst into tears.

The little bald mother hurried forward and made a solemn and ancient etiquette to Nanshan. Before the dead child scrambled his nose and tears to the patriarch's pants, he brought him back.

Ruger asked coldly, "Nanshan, what do you mean?"

Nanshan turned to face him: "This year's" door "seems to have opened early."

Ruger gritted his teeth and said, "Don't change the subject-just bring an outsider into the clan, do you have anything to explain?"

Nanshan calmly erected the patriarch's scepter aside, and the emerald with large fist inlaid at the top was washed with water, revealing a shiny and lustrous luster.

"One day we are completely down here. I hope that the tribes will not go out of their way. They have crossed the river and can speak for people on the other side of the river. They can make a living by selling things or helping others to do things." Nanshan said, "So I found someone to come Teach us to speak, is there any problem? "

"Fart," Ruger interrupted him fiercely. "Several generations of mountain guards, I have never seen a soft-boned patriarch!"

"Liyi tribe" means "the guardians of the mountains", and the symbiosis with them is the "gatekeepers" who are Rugers. They have followed the same way of life for generations, guarding the same land and secrets.

Nanshan was not in a hurry and was not angry: "The custodians of the early tens of generations did not face the problem of" fall "."

Ruger growled in a low voice: "Then the mountain guard should die with this place! Are you afraid of death? Coward!"

Nanshan fell silent.

He looked around his people-the little bald head was still eating his hands, and the Hua Gu Duo had a pair of beautiful big eyes that were just like her mother ... they had children who did n’t understand anything, there was a girl who did n’t have time to marry, and she was still on tour The young man who recites the Chinese words and the old man who just wants to spend his old age.

They are different from the so-called "gatekeepers" in front of them.

Although the gatekeeper is closely related to the gatekeeper, the difference is huge.

The gatekeepers are made by "doors". They were born without fathers and mothers, and they are all alone. They have not experienced an ignorant childhood. Opening their eyes in the world is such a grown-up appearance, and when they are old and powerful Fading, the same family will send him to die according to the rules.

The life of the "gatekeeper" is not true at all. At the end of the day, they are like a pair of worms or corn seedlings with rotten roots.

What can you say to them?

No need to make sense.

Nan Shan's face faded, and he said politely: "Life and death are all our guardian's business. It's not your turn to talk."

Ruger's fingers slipped into the scales of the python, and the python took a pain and shuddered abruptly, lifting his upper body to half, and repressed barely, carrying Ruger, and dared not move.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became daggers, and the people on both sides stood black and black, and even those raptors and pythons dared not say anything.

I don't know how long after that, a sudden cry came from behind Nanshan, breaking this suffocating confrontation-a little guy who was just born last year and was terrified.

Nanshan's gaze finally moved, his eyes narrowed, and he sighed lowly: "Come down, everybody meets for three days a year, let's not waste on quarreling."

Ruger paused, pinched the snake's fingers slightly loose, and for a while, he nodded sloppyly, believing that he had come down from this step, he said: "This year's" door "opened half a month earlier than before You ’d better be mentally prepared. Recently we have observed that 'over there' is probably going to change. It's just a matter of these two years. "

Nanshan nodded lightly: "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, he turned back and beckoned. In the spring, he held a wine jar with both hands. Her little daughter Hua Guduo put a plate of handmade pastries on her head and walked to Ruger.

Ruger looked a little slow, patting the snake's head, and the python fell down gently and abnormally.

Ruger first broke half a piece of pastry from the flower-bone plate, took a bite of light etiquette, then stretched out his cold hand and pressed it on the head of the little girl, and another "gatekeeper" came up from behind him , Took the plate in Huaguduo's hand.

Ruger took the wine jar in the spring again, took a sip on the jar, and also gave it to the person behind him. He lowered his eyebrows softly and said hello, "Sister Spring."

Spring smiled at him, and like every adult, there seemed to be a worry in her smile.

Every year when the late autumn and winter come, the gatekeepers and the guardians have been together for a few days. It stands to reason, and the clothes-the guardians will take care of them.

Singing and dancing began in a depressed atmosphere, and gradually eased down, and people quickly found familiar intimacy.

Nanshan walked to Ruger's side with two bottles of wine, and gave each other an altar. He looked at the setting sun and whispered, "You can rest assured that even if I want him to stay, he will refuse me. Before winter comes, I will send people away."

Ruger gave him a glance, silently lifted the wine jar, and touched it on the Nanshan wine jar. The two took a sip of their own wine. Although no one spoke, they were reconciled.

It was already dark. A few cubs who had drunk their wine slept on the open ground, and the vocal still did not stop.