Shan He Biao Li

They spent more than half an hour, after countless rounds of "you come to sign me to guess", always in the state of talking about chickens and ducks.

After speaking dryly, let's take a break for a while. The two sat against each other for nothing. With big eyes and small eyes, Nanshan would pour him a glass of wine-this has become the only way to communicate feelings.

Run the throat like this, and then come back to make gestures after drinking.

Chu Huan gradually became accustomed to the smell of wine, and tasted some wild mellow from it. In the end, he did n’t remember how much he drank from bowl to bowl. Anyway, it was starting to come up. Lean on the bed and watch how Xiaofang leads the pantomime of jumping up and down.

I saw that this man was mad at Dantian, straddling Ma Bu, yelling, his hands spread out, and he made a way of blocking the road.

Chu Huan thought about it in confusion: "Stop it? Don't allow it? Doesn't it work?"

Nanshan laughed, and Xiaofang shook his head discouragedly. Then, he folded his hands together, dropped his wrists, and shook them rhythmically.

Chu Huan thought that he understood it, and suddenly realized: "Horse riding!"

Nanshan relayed his words to Xiaofang to listen, shouted the man's anger with anger, and screamed a few times, suddenly flashing his fist with a hammer, and it seemed that he wanted to smash Chu Huan's brains out and wash them.

Chu Huan grinned and touched his nose: "... Can't it always be Jiangnan style?"

Nanshan uttered a voice to stop Xiao Fang, in case he was mad at himself. Chu Huan found the handsome guy to be very effective in speaking. When he opened his mouth, Xiao Fang immediately shut his mouth forbidden.

Like a trapped beast, Xiaofang turned around angrily a few times, but still refused to give up. After a while, he stood still, stretched out a big bear paw, stood in front of himself, then waved a fan-like slap, back and forth flap.

Chu Huan: "Uh ..."

The other two looked at him expectantly.

Chu Huan had a slight toothache: "Which ... a big ear slapping fan?"

This brother with beautiful big eyes and long braids does not seem to have a performance cell, but God opened another window for him-judging from his performance, Chu Huan felt that he should be a good player in fighting home .

Chu Huan laughed: "What is the name of this friend?"

Xiaofang didn't understand. Nanshan answered a name on his behalf. He heard in Chu Huan that it was a long and beautiful string of garbled characters.

He realized that "Nanshan" was probably made for him by someone who can speak Chinese, and the name of his family sounds even more bizarre.

Seeing Chu Huan's expression wandering, Nanshan enthusiastically explained what the name meant. He smiled brightly and opened the dictionary, pointing to the long braided man on one side, giving a thumbs up to express his appreciation, and then appreciatively put the "violent hair" The five **** characters of the monkey are spread out in front of Chu Huan.

Chu Huan: "..."

What is that, "the fierce hairy monkey" is their peculiar aesthetic culture, or the handsome guy has checked the typo again?

It wasn't until Chu Huan drank Nanshan's first jar of wine in three toasts that he felt the doorway to communicate with each other.

"Are you saying that the person you picked up at the station yesterday was going to be a support teacher in your family?" Chu Huan asked.

As soon as the word "teacher" was exported, Nanshan's eyes lighted up. It seemed that two small golden blacks had fallen inside. Chu Huan felt that he was drunk by the self-brewing of a minority brother, and he made those eyes dizzy. .

Nanshan briskly found the words "old" and "handsome" in the dictionary. He didn't even look up from the radicals. He turned around and knew these two words better than his own name.

... Of course, familiarity doesn't mean you are right.

"It's a teacher, not a coach." Chu Huan corrected. He held out his hand and wanted to bring the dictionary over to show the other party. He suddenly remembered the solemn attitude toward the dictionary.

Chu Huan whispered in his heart: "Don't there be any **** attached to this thing?"

He felt a little abrupt, so he moved, and retracted his hand that was a few centimeters out.

His gestures of reaching out and shrunk were not between the sizes, but Nanshan understood it. He immediately picked up the dilapidated dictionary with both hands and held it in front of Chu Huan with tribute. He almost poked Chu Huan's nose with enthusiasm. A holy hatha was presented.

Chu Huan had to take it, turned to the word "teacher", and showed him: "This, the teacher's teacher."

Nanshan: "Old ... teacher."

"Don't," Chu Huan coughed dryly, "Don't dare to be."

Nanshan didn't understand what it meant to be "dare not to be." He took the hand of Chu Huan piously and moved quickly. Chu Huan froze, and he didn't hide.

Nanshan held his fist and first thumped it lightly on his chest a few times, then closed his eyes, lowered his head, and gently touched Chu Huan's finger with his forehead.

Chu Huan smelled the osmanthus fragrant fragrance again, and immediately felt that he was a bit confused.

Chu Huan: "Hey-wait, no, no, no, you ... don't be excited first."

I don't know who is more excited.

Chu Huan almost bit his tongue, and his heart beat involuntarily faster by a bit, with a cleverness, breaking away from Nanshan without any trace.

"I," he pointed to himself, and with simple gestures, he made the statement as clear as possible, "not the person you are looking for."

Nanshan froze.

Xiaofang next to him didn't know what happened. When this man wasn't fierce and evil, he still looked strange and thick. He grabbed his thatched hair and looked at Chu Huan's expression with some dazzling expression.

Nanshan said something to him. Xiao Fang listened, opened his eyes wide, leaned in front of Chu Huan, stretched his hand to draw a rectangle in the air, and then lifted his fist to make a rolling shape. It looked like he finally pointed to Chu Huan and stretched out a finger.

This time Chu Huan finally received his message accurately.

What Xiaofang said is: Only you got off the car yesterday.

Chu Huan pinched his eyebrows hard, and recalled carefully. When he got on the bus the day before, there were dozens of people on the car. He subconsciously glanced at everyone. It's all in his head.

Among the passengers, there are migrant workers who return to their hometowns by car, those who visit relatives in nearby towns, and those who carry luggage to send their children to the county to study ... well, there is one more person.

Chu Huan remembered that it was a young man with glasses, tender skin and tender meat. He could not be seen as a manual worker. He remembered that the young man ’s suitcase was very big and heavy. It seemed that he was going out and was going to live. A look for a while.

The young man got into the car very early, but he was sitting on the most uncomfortable side seat. It should be to prevent his hand from leaving the luggage. He carried the unique tension of people who rarely traveled far away. At one stop, the youth will stretch their necks and look out for the stop sign. Unlike visiting relatives and friends, this should be the first time to this place.

Oh, Huan Huan remembers that he also holds a third-grade Chinese textbook in his hand.

It should be him.

At the terminal, Chu Huan had never seen the young man. I thought that it was probably the young man who had a profound understanding of what is called a backcountry halfway along, felt the huge gap between dream and reality, and immediately retreated and got off the train halfway Ran.

"The person you said, I might ..." Chu Huan said, looking at Nanshan's expectation, suddenly he couldn't bear it.

This is a less familiar feeling for Chu Huan. No matter whether it was trouble in the middle and second years, or if he later submerged all the way, he did n’t have the heart to bear with anyone, but when he came here, he actually took his heart After thinking about it two or three times, I did not find an euphemism that could be understood by the other party.

For a while, it seemed to be a little spitting.

For a while, Chu Huan slowed his voice and said almost softly: "I may have met teachers like you, um ... he is not tall, and he holds a textbook for elementary school students-elementary school students, they are children, so high running The kind of textbook is a book. Do you know the book? It ’s like the one you took—it ’s a book for children. "

Nanshan struggled to understand what he meant and frowned.

Chu Huan: "But when I got off the bus, I didn't see him again. I guess he might have encountered something in the middle and changed the destination temporarily ..."

Nanshan's expression suddenly dimmed.

Xiaofang couldn't understand what was going on. Looking at this and that, she flushed with anxiety.

Chu Huan immediately changed his tone: "But maybe he just came later, maybe in a few days ..."

His comfort was in vain, I don't know how much Nanshan understood.

Suddenly Nanshan sighed, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes halfway, Junxiu's face showed a hard line, he was like a solid and lonely stone statue.

He didn't say a word for a while, but Chu Huan felt the heavy loss.

No language is required.

"I ... I'm not good." Nanshan whispered, "not coming."

His learning ability surprised Chu Huan. When Fang Cai Nanshan used the dictionary to find words, because there were so many mistakes, Chu Huan would read every word he pointed out to facilitate communication. I remember most of the time, the pronunciation is imitated like a decent, although this sentence is not spoken in Dalian, and the words are also simplified to make people point out, but Chu Huan did understand.

Chu Huan hesitated and reminded: "In fact, if you need a teacher, you can find your own administrative staff, like these village heads and patriarchs, and ask them to submit applications to the county. Every year, college support students sign up ... "

After finishing these words, Chu Huan felt that the other party must not understand, but he didn't know how to explain clearly.

Nanshan smiled reluctantly and shook his head: "No, I don't like to come."

After finishing talking, Nanshan stood up, reached out to gather the quilt for Chu Huan, took his glasses and the clothes he had changed, and put them on the bedside where it was easy to get away. The blood on the clothes had been cleaned up. The things he carried with him, the military thorns and the guns, were still in their original places, and even the mini life-saving bag he carried was lying intact in his pocket, as if the other party had not touched it.

Chu Huan: "Nanshan ..."

Nanshan extended an index finger, stopped his voice, and brought the boiled herbs over to him.

At that time, the green and sticky bowl was very sinister, but Chu Huan didn't understand why. He didn't say anything, and he drank it.

Nanshan helped him to lie down, and then walked to the window, took out a leaf, Ye Di's minor tone sounded again, this time it sounded less cheerful, but there was not much grudge and heavy, but the tail was long, it seemed A little lonely.

Chu Huan thought that he would not be able to sleep, and even a cat could wake him up, not to mention two big living people in the house, but in the sound of that leaf flute, he felt a sense of tired relaxation inexplicably. , I was confused and faint.

The misunderstanding seems to be explained clearly. When he wakes up again, the two should have almost gone?

He really wanted to listen to Ye Di's melodious tone before.

When he was half asleep and awake, Chu Huan suddenly had a thought in his mind: either I could go with them.

Immediately, he thought this idea was whimsical-to teach Chinese in remote minority areas? Professional is not right.

"It must have been too much wine." He explained all the reasons for his gaffe.