I'm doing shopping in the original

In this world, no matter what you do, it seems that the night is more suitable.

After all, during the day we have to be busy with life, worry about food, clothing, housing, and life, so only the short time at night can be used to express our emotions and do other things.

Killing and setting fire or holding a funeral, of course, including doing a calendar.

When Wu Luo and Yan went out, the captives were busy carrying wood to build a simple "bed", which was closer to a raft made of several logs than a bed.Ah Xu's body was carried out, they now have enough animal skins and enough coats, she is still wearing the clothes she gave birth to, no one stripped off the clothes, and let the foreign things accompany her as if tacitly consenting leave.

Ah Xu's abdomen is still swollen, as if there is still a life conceived in it, but in fact, it is probably because the body cannot recover after death, so the belly is still swollen.Her face and body were wiped clean, she looked like she was just asleep, Amber carried her out, and the children eagerly followed the adults around, like puppets manipulated, blinking their eyes and watching the past clansmen.

She was placed on the wood, occupying only a small area, docile and quiet, and her ordinary face showed a bit of maternal compassion and softness.

At least before he died, Ah Xu was still happy.

Many bonfires were set up in the square in the tribe, and the place where the hearth was originally placed turned into a fire. It just so happened that today the stars are bright and the full moon is in the sky, illuminating the night as brightly as day, and everyone stood quietly in a large circle , Watching Amber raise the torch.

Amber is not a smooth-talking person, not to mention very eloquent. Her eyes swept over the faces of everyone, as if she wanted to say something to boost morale, but in the end she didn't say anything, just sighed softly, and then Then she nodded heavily, the firelight reflected her face expressionlessly, and she could only hear a command without fluctuation, "Let's start."

What to start with?

Uro looked at Yan inexplicably, trying to get the answer from the tribal encyclopedia. However, the customs and habits of each tribe are different, and even Yan could not explain everything clearly, so he subconsciously shook his head and motioned for observation. The actions of others follow suit.

Physical movements are more useful than words at this time, and the exact imitation will make others think they are companions. Yan has experienced it a few times, and this method is successful in most cases.

Of course, if the other party is determined to eat you, it's another matter entirely.

Although the two of them didn't know what started, the rest of the tribe obviously understood. It was rare that no one died last year. Amber thought life would be so lucky, but she didn't expect a woman to die in winter. Arranging it all starts after you leave.

After leaving the original tribe, once encountering the dead, Amber had no choice but to abandon the dead companions to the wilderness and let them become food for animals, just like they would drag in and eat fresh wild animal corpses.What really made Amber feel that the funeral rules of the previous tribe should be picked up again came from the stable life this year. Asu is their companion and should not be left in the wilderness to be eaten by wild beasts.

Corpses will rot and be eaten until they don't look like that. Hu Po doesn't want Ah Xu to become like that, and he doesn't want other people to become like that.

Everyone picked up the baskets and shook the fallen leaves and dead branches onto Axu's body, like a natural quilt flying down, covering the woman from head to toe.Amber watched the leaves thicken layer by layer, stretched out her hand to hold the torch tightly, and waited for the crowd to recede, then moved the torch closer. The fire started to ignite, and then quickly extinguished.

The leaves were too dry and not oily enough, so some black smoke came out. Amber didn't take back her hand, but waited for the fire to burn the dead leaves to ashes, waited for the wood to be covered with sparks, and waited for it to burn completely. Slowly let go of the hand, the torch fell on the wood, and even bounced twice.

The fire burned very quickly, and an indescribable smell spread in the air. After a long time, the sound of grease could even be heard. Everyone sat quietly on the ground, watching the fire grow bigger and bigger, and soon the entire stacked paper The raft sank in, almost burning them who stood outside flushed.

The baby was probably frightened by the fire, and burst into tears. The tribe returned to the usual noise from the silence. The men went to dig holes with logs, and Amber directed the women to carry food for dinner.

The dead are dead, but the living should still eat.

The essence of burning corpses is no different from food. They are both using fire to torment the corpses. Humans and beasts are both animals. It is only the difference between overdoing and overdoing and not eating.

The people in the tribe didn't react too much, but Uro felt a little uncomfortable because of this overly similar scene. He lost his appetite for dinner, shook his head and rejected Amber's kindness to ask him to stay, stood up and walked out. Walking away, leaning against the wooden wall in the shadow, closing your eyes and meditating.

In fact, I also want to know how different the original funeral can be. In modern times, there are many materials such as burial, water burial, sky burial, cremation, etc. At this time, civilization is just beginning, and it is cremation again. Of course, it is just a long-term burning.

"Would you like some plums?"

A pair of shoes suddenly appeared under the dark vision, the drooping hem of the sackcloth fluttered slightly in the night wind, and then there was the black plum that completely occupied the sight.

"Although it is bitter and astringent, it is sour enough to appetize."

Uro smiled wryly, "It sounds more nauseating."

Before this, Uro had never seen a real cremation, or he had never participated in such a ceremony so seriously for such a long time.

Ah Xu didn't have any injuries. She was very young, and the various organs in her body hadn't completely stopped working at the moment of her death, and blood could even flow out.The flesh made the sound of fat under the flames, and that face was devoured and destroyed by the flames. She was consumed by the flames little by little. on this gorgeous color.

Her round and plump body, which had been eaten this year, quickly lost moisture under the high temperature, and slowly tightened on the bones, like a layer of sallow and shriveled tangerine peel, and then the flames began to burn through the skin, revealing part of the blackened white bones, the roundness The abdomen and head were burned first.

As a result, the ribs obviously opened like armor, like an overly sharp hug. At this moment, Ah Xu's full stomach looked like it had been hollowed out and eaten by wolves.

What remains in the end are the ashes of time.

They are all but ashes in the grasp of time.

"Some people do fear death, it's nothing to worry about, you and I are the same."

"Including you too?"

Yan smiled lightly, "I'm not an antisocial personality disorder. I'm at the level of a three-good youth education. How could I never be afraid of death. Even if I really don't care about other people's life and death, I will always be afraid of myself One day we will die, but this is an inevitable thing, people's journeys may be long or short, this is the end, we just saw the end of others today."

"I remembered you played the flute."

Wu Luo suddenly mentioned this sentence without beginning or end, and said slowly, "Can you play a song for her? After all, we are her clan and her witches. Amber has done so much, shouldn't we do the same?" point to express."

"I didn't bring a flute."

"That's it..." Uro sighed softly. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon. The snow was much smaller, and it seemed insignificant under the grandeur of the flames. These white crystals were floating in the air and could not fall. A few pieces melted into nothingness above the flames.The people in the tribe were not very sad. They were still urging dinner and helping to take care of the baby. The newborn baby was crying loudly. The man teased it for a while, and let the busy woman clean up the mess.

There is a clear line between life and death.

He was originally a person watching the fire from the other side, and had nothing to do with this woman. It was just that kind of silence that suddenly hit Wu Luo's heart. He was very happy during the day, but now his heart became a little heavy.

This is death.

"But I brought a Xun."

The predecessor of Xun was the whistle. Hua learned many musical instruments, usable and unusable, without a teacher. Yan Xianlai interfered with his research path and came up with conclusions in advance, which caused Hua's graduation thesis to fall short, so he had to sit On the soil bag, he listened fascinatedly to the other party taking out a newly burnt pottery xun and playing a song.

No matter how many times Hua tried playing, he couldn't make such a pleasant sound.

Obviously, Yan is not someone who can be kindly consulted.

The sound of the Xun is dull and deep, not as flamboyant as other musical instruments, and even faintly carries a hint of desolation and melancholy. It is played at this time, and it is even longer.

Yan doesn't like to stay still for a long time, which may be related to his usual habits. When Wu Luo turned his face to look at him, he was already sitting on the tree, covered, and he could hardly see anything. traces come.The sound of Xun is heard faintly, like weeping and complaining. Even if people have different words and different thoughts, their appreciation of skilled music is almost the same. The only difference is that they can tell the essence or only have emotional fluctuations.

The night is quiet, the flames are burning in the dark, the wood is crackling and burning, the music is not exactly a tune, but intermittent mourning.

Yan is not a skilled performer, but it is enough for this world, and it can even be said to be a bit too good. They heard the sadness and felt the desolation, and many of them shed tears. But I don't know why I am crying.The sadness of losing one's family and the pain of losing one's companions, people can slowly enjoy this kind of negative emotion that is similar to pain after they are at ease. It is difficult for a person to shed a tear at the critical moment when life and death are struggling.

Uro sat down slowly. There were messy supplies scattered everywhere in the tribe. Wood and stones were scattered together. He found a clean stone pile as a seat and beat time with his hands on his legs.He has nothing to do with the four words of music appreciation. At best, he took a few related courses for credits in college, which has long been blurred in his mind. He can talk nonsense, but it is really difficult for him to explain the meaning clearly.

He just understands whether the song is happy or sad.

Hua sneaked around under the cover of the house, and quietly raised his head to look at Yan. If you want to say that the person in the tribe who is most passionate about musical instruments, even if you ask everyone, even with the captives, it must be him.After the results of the previous bells were obtained, Amber greatly appreciated Hua's contributions, and no longer thought that the things he tinkered with were not very useful, and even had time to appreciate other musical instruments - but to her disappointment, other instruments Instruments are indeed useless.

Fortunately, the silent bell gave Amber courage. She felt that those musical instruments should just have not found the right opportunity, rather than complete waste.

After all, it can also add to the sensuality of the sacrifice.

Amber still remembered the thick and beautiful voices from the priests on the previous trading day. Of course, it was not as exquisite as Yan's performance today, but it still made people's blood boil and their hearts surged.

Music is not something invented by man, but an existence discovered by man. They are everywhere. Man's perception of music comes from mountains, rivers, birds and beasts. Over a long period of time, people gradually perfected the melody and created unprecedented tunes. .Hua didn't shed tears, he could feel the heart beating faster than ever in his chest, but compared to sadness, curiosity occupied most of it.

If Uro was willing to read proverbs to Hua, Hua would probably take "curiosity killed the cat" as his motto.

Even if he doesn't even know what a cat is.

"What is that?" Hua's voice was extremely small under the flames, and he was still full of longing to ask.

Hua's movements were as light as a wild animal fleeing in the dark, and he jumped up to Wuluo's legs in an instant, and sat down cross-legged on the spot. There was still a thin layer of snow on the ground. He moved his body against the stone to avoid himself When I get up, my ass is wet.

"It's music."

Wu Luo answered him, pondered for a moment and then slowly said, "If you are asking about something in Yan's hand, it is called Xun, and it is a musical instrument, just like a drum."

"I understand." Hua Lioran said, "Just like spoons, chopsticks, and the things you taught Wu, they are all used to eat food, but they have various uses and can emit various sound."

Satisfied with his understanding, Uro nodded silently.

"It sounds like—" Hua stared blankly at Yan on the treetop. His vision was better than Wu Luo's. Under such moonlight, he could clearly find Yan's figure. That person was sitting on the treetop. , stepping on a branch with one foot, the other hanging down in the air, looking a little careless, he is blowing the xun with his eyes downcast, his fingers dancing on the xun body, it looks shockingly beautiful.

It wasn't Yan himself who brought it, but what he was doing and the voice he sent out.

This made Hua not know how to describe it, so he had to point to his heart and said quite seriously, "I don't feel comfortable here, it sounds nice, it just makes me...why is it like this?"

"Ok?"

"I feel uncomfortable when a woman dies, a man dies, or a child dies." Hua said softly, "But I also feel uncomfortable when I hear him playing. I used to be uncomfortable and I would really like to stop, but now I really want to stop." Isn't it strange that he continues."

Yan quickly finished playing, he didn't hear the content of Wu Luo and Hua, but this very short piece ended here, and that's all he could do for Axu.

"He won't continue." Hua said with some regret.

Wu Luo just smiled, he began to feel that this day was a bit unbelievably weird, he only accepted Yan's confession at noon, and now he had to explain to Hua the connection between music and sadness at Ah Xu's funeral, Slowly said, "At least you won't suffer anymore."

Hua shook his head. He rejected Wu Luo's idea and found the right words to talk about his own thoughts. "When I play drums, light and heavy are what I want. Is Yan's voice suitable for Ah Xu? He wants it." wanted voice."

"Didn't you already hear?"

This is obviously beyond the scope of Hua's understanding, but he roughly understood what Wu Luo meant. This completely unfamiliar music and sad tune came from Yan himself. Seeing that this is a way of expressing emotions, he said, "If it were me, I would want music that sounds happy and happy."

Uro asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Because everyone is already very uncomfortable." Hua pointed to Wu Luo's chest, and he said sadly, "The death of a child, the death of a woman, Ah Xu, and many people in the past, everyone can't find food, they feel very cold, slow Slowly, you can’t talk, lie down, or get eaten by animals, less and less, here you will feel as if you have been caught, and you will be afraid.”

Sadness and heartache are not enough to describe the feelings of the clansmen after they leave, especially companions and close friends. Habits do not mean they don’t care. They still have emotions, but they can’t express them freely and freely.

"So, I want to sound happy."

This really belongs to the blind spot of Uro's thinking. You are not allowed to cry at happy events, and not to smile at funerals. This is the most basic respect. They will exchange glasses and smile at each other, but on the whole, they should still show sympathy for the family with a sad look.

But without waiting for Wu Luo to answer Hua's question, in fact the other party didn't come to find the answer, he slipped away quietly before Yan came over.Yan's xun was put back into his clothes, his eyes were darker than usual, and he looked almost unfathomable, looking into the distance, while Yan Xiaowang was bouncing over with his soup bowl .

"It's really an eventful day today." Uro sighed helplessly, "Everyone is here."

Yan Heng laughed, but didn't speak. He just caught Yan Xiaowang who was about to pounce on him, and by the way, he held the bowl in the other's hand. There was a surprisingly large amount of food in it.Yan Xiaowang looked into the bowl following his gaze, bit the meat vaguely and said, "The leader said that the food that witches don't eat will be given to our children, and women who have given birth. These belong to you. If you want Do you want to eat?"

"Need not."

The adult was so lazy that he didn't even bother to pretend to be perfunctory. He replied calmly, "I will eat alone with Uro."

For example, hot pot, barbecue, various home-cooked dishes, etc., as long as there is food in the mall, they can basically go in and sit down directly, except that they have to serve plates and choose dishes by themselves.

Uro said helplessly, "You really want to say that."

"'Eating alone'?" Yan Xiaowang stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth, his cheeks were almost swollen into two balls of fat, he looked like a domestic hamster that just got into a rice warehouse or a pile of nuts. Looking at Yan with a round face and bright black eyes, "It's delicious, or something? What does it look like?"

Yan Xiaowang has not yet reached the moment when he has a feeling for death, unlike Wu Luo who is "sentimental", Axu's death increases his sympathy for the babies, but the babies are taken care of, so he doesn't even care about this emotion. All smoothed out.

"Not for you, brat." Wu Luo pinched Yan Xiaowang's nose, and said with a little affection, "It has nothing to do with you."

Yan Xiaowang pouted slightly dissatisfied, and he muttered, "Don't you want to eat meat? It's delicious, sweet, and it's meat."

"You abused him?" Wu Luo turned to look at Yan, who was lowering his head, with one hand on Yan Xiaowang's shoulder, with his usual calm expression.

Yan specially reminded, "Among us, you are the stepmother."

This made Uro roll his eyes.

It takes a certain amount of time for dozens of people in the tribe to eat dinner, and there are still a group of captives who need to be fed, including the herd of livestock they keep in the animal shed. The consumption of straw is as amazing as the rice noodles that are ground. The amount of animal food is astonishing.Fortunately, most of the rabbits were slaughtered, and only two pairs were left to wait for the coming spring to reproduce. They were forcibly raised separately and fed with dried grass. They were probably half-starved and half-satisfied for a long time. Do not move in the nest.

Everyone saves food, and mixes all kinds of fodder to feed the simple beasts. Every day they feed the beasts, they can feel the sad eyes of the rabbits.

By the time the venue was cleaned up, it was already very late, the moon shifted slightly, and the flames that burned Axu became smaller, and she turned into a broken bone in the flames, lying peacefully on her back in the ashes among.

And Uro still clearly remembered her smile. He saw Hu Po standing beside a big pottery pot. Women who knew Ah Xu put flowers or stones in it. Putting a piece of meat, the scene was a little absurd, but Uro slowly realized what they were doing.

This is a gift.

"You and I are both prisoners of time." Yan walked behind him, watched the death that was about to end, and said calmly, "Being trapped in this era forever, they are luckier than us."

Uro murmured, "Maybe we just go back to the beginning."