I'm doing shopping in the original

Yan Xiaowang can almost be said to be the bully of the market.

There are many reasons, the most important one is that he has a strong enough father, and the other reason is that he is smart enough to learn, if Yan is not around, or when he is too busy, he will occasionally take on the responsibility of helping with communication.

Although Yan Xiaowang could more or less understand the languages ​​of all the tribes, but Yan never taught him the language that this little tribe spoke to this strange witch.

Because of this rather serious accident, it directly caused Yan Xiaowang to lose at the starting line when he came aggressively to face Wu Luo.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

Uro looked a little amusedly at the kid angrily speaking words he couldn't understand at all, probably because he was out of breath, and sometimes jumped on the ground twice, with a basket in his hand, the whole person looked like Picking Little Red Riding Hood of the Big Bad Wolf.It's spring now, his round red face was squeezed by a piece of sackcloth folded into a roughly triangular shape like an overcooked red egg. The more Uro looked at him, the more familiar he looked, and he suddenly remembered seeing him in a shop when he was traveling. Cute nesting dolls posing.

"Is it your father who gave you this look? It looks like a medieval milkman." Wu Luo asked him, completely ignoring the plight of the two people who didn't know each other and didn't understand the language, and reached out to touch Yan Xiaowang The redness on the face, "Why do these two spots on the face look like plateau red? Did you blow it yourself or what?"

Yan Xiaowang was pinched on both cheeks, just like a little rooster being pinched by the neck of fate, and his voice suddenly became hoarse. Although he was a little self-willed, he was not a combative child in essence, and Wu Luo had nothing to do with it. Any malice, not too strong hand, just let the other party touch his face.

In fact, Wu Luo roughly guessed that Yan Xiaowang probably came for his father. The sharp sound of the flute could be heard from a long distance just now. I don't know if it will affect the interest of some people in the grass.

I don't want to ignore those who don't, but unfortunately the two of them don't understand the language, and basically communication is useless.

Yan Xiaowang obediently felt his face being touched, and felt a little weird, but he didn't really hate this kind of feeling that he had never experienced before.

Being by Yan's side means learning to bear hardships most of the time. He has done mischievous things since he was a child, and being chased by wild animals is also a common thing. Yan basically doesn't believe in sticks. Seldom punish Yan Xiaowang, but the situation is worse, Yan believes that nature will teach Yan Xiaowang more truths, so he has to exhaust himself under the hunt of wild beasts.

It's not that Yan didn't treat Yan Xiaowang so kindly, but most of the time, at least what Yan Xiaowang remembered was the elder's lonely look. He neither allowed himself to be weak, nor did he allow Yan Xiaowang to be too weak.

This kind of almost undisguised love, Yan Xiaowang only saw it in those outsiders, most of the time he was talking about their new born child.

Because of Yan, they felt a little bit of respect for Yan Xiaowang, and they would offer food as they wished, but they would not put their hands on Yan Xiaowang's face so lightly, with such a calm smile on their brows.

"Are you kidding me?"

Yan Xiaowang asked with some confidence, he knew that the other party couldn't understand what he was talking about, and there was a bit of unwillingness to be treated as a child and a subtle sense of joy in his heart.

Although the other party didn't understand, but after he said a word with a smile, he quickly withdrew his hand.

This made Yan Xiaowang feel a little lonely, he looked down at Wu Luo sitting on the cloth, and after struggling for a long time, he reluctantly said, "If you want to touch my face, you can continue to touch it."

Of course Wu Luo didn't understand. He looked at Yan Xiaowang's angry appearance and thought that his behavior had annoyed the other party, but the other party was unexpectedly well-behaved, he hardly resisted, and he didn't need it like ordinary children. The bad behavior of throwing and rolling when he is satisfied, on the contrary, seems very mature, and he is just trying to communicate when he gets angry.

This made Wu Luo, as an adult, a little embarrassed. He even pinched his face, and compared to Yan Xiaowang's docile and well-behaved, he seemed to be bullying the small by the big.

Human intimacy includes skin-to-skin touch, which is even a very important part of an intimate relationship. Whether it is from friends, relatives or lovers, if you don’t get the corresponding needs when you are young, you will even get them when you grow up. Diseases such as skin thirst.But Wu Luo is not Yan Xiaowang's family, he may be taken away as a strange uncle if he touches other people's dolls casually, so he quickly withdraws his hand with a smile and honesty.

The child's face is soft and elastic, Wuluo didn't dare to pinch it hard, but only dared to pinch it lightly, which was much easier to pinch than a plush toy, so he decided to go back and pet the little rabbit.

It's one thing not to like dealing with children, quite another to be irresistible to their cuteness.

"Okay, you can go back, the two of us can't understand what we're talking about." Wu Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's better to call your dad sooner."

It happened that Brother Xiaoku came back, and he looked at Yan Xiaowang and Wu Luo suspiciously. After these days, he probably knew the status of this child here, and he seemed a little panicked, "Wu, what happened?"

Fortunately, he didn't see the academic scene that Xisi saw just now, otherwise, he would probably shut down right now.

Wu Luo didn't dare to pinch other people's baby casually, it was easier to start with his own. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Brother Cool's face, and pinched him a couple more times. Suddenly, he felt that his cheeks were not round enough, not as plump as Yan Xiaowang's. Yes, the face is full of collagen. After all, little cool brother has grown up a lot this winter. After his body is stretched, his cheeks naturally show the outline.

"Oh—" Uro sighed softly, "Xiao Ku, have you eaten less meat recently?"

Brother Xiaoku was flattered, "Eat...a lot."

Of course, Yan Xiaowang couldn't understand what Wu Luo and Brother Xiaoku were talking about, so he could only guess what he was thinking from the other's face, and when he saw the "shameless" behavior between the two of them, he immediately reacted and pouted subconsciously. It seemed that an oil bottle could be hung on it, and the wind was blowing on his face, and he suddenly understood why his father was so angry.

"Frivolity!" Yan Xiaowang shouted angrily, "Debauchery!"

"What is he talking about?" Ulo looked back, the child had already stood up straight, took advantage of the time to turn around and ran away, with short legs crossing the grass, like a brisk and agile young deer.

Brother Xiaoku shook his head obediently, "I don't know."

The father and son were hit hard by the same person that day, and the scene can be called epic.

Children have an almost pure and stubborn character, and even their feelings are more obvious than adults. In fact, adults like different children, like keys that can open many locks, like being able to hold many different meals. It's a reasonable thing, they just think the cubs are cute, and cuteness itself has a lot in common.

However, for a child, it is not such a simple matter at all. If he is willing to let you touch his face and get close to you, it means that you are different.

However, once the adult distributes this difference to others, it will arouse the child's anger.

Most adults always think that children don't understand anything, but they don't know that the competition between siblings for parents and kindergarten children's competition for good teachers is already quite fierce.

It is not good to treat children as fully grown individuals, but it is even more stupid to treat them as ignorant cubs.

Wu Luo stepped on the father and son's thunder point today. Although he was limited by the language barrier and was confused for a while, he vaguely realized that the degree of favorability was dropping in a "duangduang" way, not only because of him The Mr. Neighbor who was molested is now bringing along a vengeful brat.

This is probably the beginning of hell. I don't know if it will be staged next.

Uro looked into the distance with an inscrutable expression on his face.

"Wu, what's wrong with you?" Brother Xiaoku followed his gaze and looked out, but he saw nothing but the bright moonlight and the deep vegetation.

Wu Luo said desolately, "Xisi persuaded me to get married, but I feel that the current situation is closer to being in pain."

Finally, nothing happened this night that caused Wu Luo and Yan's father and son to collapse, except for the irreparable favorability.And all the tribes remained safe and sound until the end of the market. Through the sound of music with a murderous air, anyone could tell that Yan was not in a good mood recently. Planning to make their health poor again, almost everyone is pinching their days to pass the time, for fear of angering this jade-faced Yama.

Especially in the past few days, Yan Xiaowang didn't know what he was busy with. There was a bad communication in everyone's business. He would rather spend more time gesticulating with his hands and feet than bother his father and son.

Fortunately, such days are finally coming to an end. The witches of the Qikuan tribe used tortoise shells to divination the auspicious day for returning home, and everyone was relieved.

When boarding the boat, even the cloudy eyes of the old witch from the Qikuan Tribe were full of tears, but it was the end of it. He couldn't think of what Yan was unhappy about recently, thinking that it was the last proposal that angered the other party, and for a while It's not easy to pull down the old face to persuade.Although the Heiqu Tribe and the Huaguang Tribe didn't talk about it, they vaguely blamed him. Fortunately, the other tribes didn't know about it, otherwise...

The shaman of the Qikuan tribe felt a chill. He was already old and couldn't stand the torment.

"gone?"

Except for a few people left by the Sun and Moon tribe to clean up, most of the other tribes have already started their journey. They must hurry up. After the trading days of these few days have passed, they will start preparing for the trading day of next year. Time never waits for anyone. Countless small tribes may have perished in a breath.

They have to be strong enough to stay rooted in the dirt and survive.

The witches of the three great tribes paid tribute to Yan together.

It was noon now, the sun was scorching hot, and Yan's long hair was dyed golden by the flames burning to the extreme. If people from a distance looked over, they would probably only see a dark figure in the sun. The colorful clothes are gently wrapped by the sun, and the whole person seems to be shining.

The witch of the Qikang tribe stood in the rickety boat. He stood firmly, not like an old man, but like a stubborn and vicissitudes old tree stump. The lifespan can be described by circling the annual rings, "I hope you will be prosperous and happy, and I will not come again next year."

"Xingrongchangle." Yan whispered, understanding the meaning behind the words.

Uro, who was waiting to learn how to make soap, waited until all the ships had left before asking, "Will the Qikang Tribe not come next year? What about the sacrifices at that time?"

"Who said they won't come." Yan's demeanor was not as unhappy as before, but rather flat.

Uroki asked, "Do they have many witches?"

"No, there is only one witch." Yan paused. He actually understood what Wu Luo wanted to ask, but because of a mentality that he couldn't look directly at, he wanted to deliberately avoid the important and ignore the other party's questions, but also wanted to extend the relationship with the other party. It's just that such behavior is too naive for him, so he replied directly after a moment of silence, "He is going to die, and he won't be able to come next year."

Only then did Wu Luo understand, and he didn't understand why Yan's tone became worse again. Could it be that he and the old man actually had a good relationship?

"He doesn't look like a dying man."

Yan smiled lightly and said, "In this world, there is no such thing as being weak. He can feel that his death is approaching, and there is no conflict with his being healthy."

How can there be no conflicts? When organs fail, people will die, so most of the old people appear weak, but there are also old people who are in good health and die suddenly in their sleep, so they can't be too arbitrary.

It was also the first time for Wu Luo to be a human being. He couldn't help but look at Yan. The person in front of him had a second life. He couldn't help but ask, "What did you...do you do before?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Unexpectedly, Yan's expression turned cold very quickly, and he strode forward with his head raised and his chest held high.

Could it be the Cowherd?Underground boxer?mercenary?Survivalist?Black ones?

Uro stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"It's hard for the old man to reach the end of his life, and he still wants to help the tribe for the well-being." Wu Luo saw that Yan didn't intend to share any personal information, so he had no choice but to change the subject as if nothing had happened, "He really worked hard, and he is so old. Wouldn’t their leader’s heart hurt if they traveled all the way by water or by boat?”

Yan Zhiwuluo didn't quite understand what was going on here, let alone its meaning. He didn't want to pay attention to him, but he had no choice but to speak against his will, and patiently explained, "Although he died, the tribe will still exist forever. Bring him to live with many people who have died."

Uro lost his voice, and he was silent for a moment, feeling that this ordinary sentence was more touching than thousands of words and prayers with gorgeous words.

"They are truly remarkable beings."

Unlike the vast majority of time-travel novels that come and go, it takes some time to get familiar with a foreign country, let alone another world that is completely different in every way.Sometimes when he was in a mood of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, Uro would indeed feel that he was no different from Kohaku and the others, but more often than not, he could always realize that there was indeed an invisible barrier between them.

"You don't have to underestimate yourself." Yan looked at his emotional expression, and remembered the words that the other party whispered in his ear on that moonlit night, and his face darkened unconsciously, "You blend in very quickly, at least faster than me. Thinking faster, I thought..."

Thought you were the same as me.

"Why do you think so?"

"It's nothing."

Why are you upset again?

Uro couldn't help but click his tongue. He knew that flowers with thorns were not easy to touch, but he didn't expect it to be so thorny. Is this still a flower?Together they are hedgehogs!No wonder the ancients said that it can only be seen from a distance and not played with. It is about to be pierced with bleeding holes before it is in hand. If you are not afraid of death and touch it more, you can directly prepare for blood transfusion and sewing.

It can't be about kissing. Although it is not appropriate to say so, she is not a pure girl after all. There is no need to get angry about this...

Hiss—wait a minute, could it be his first kiss, and he just wanted to scare me?

Wu Luo subconsciously looked at Yan, and was amused by his own thought.

"Do you have a good relationship with that old man? It looks like you haven't been very interested these days." No one would keep such a state for no reason. If they met for the first time, Uro would probably think that the other party was interested in him What's your opinion, but everyone has known each other for so long, and he felt that he had done nothing evil except for that kiss of love and affection. Of course, he began to guess other reasons with a clear conscience, "Should I give you a buffer? From Not the sincere advice of a psychiatrist."

Yan looked at him coldly, and said flatly, "No need, he wasn't the first to die, and he won't be the last."

Wow, that sounds really ruthless.

"It's too cold to talk like this."

"Is it better to tell lies?"

Uro paused, and said somewhat uncomfortably, "That's not to say that, it's just that it's better if someone leaves alone and someone remembers it."

"You don't seem like the type to say that."

"Oh? Then what do I look like?"

Yan smiled again. He looked at Wu Luo, as if he finally had some fun, which was rare. He should have planned to answer, but changed his mind somehow, and said calmly, "I don't want to answer."

He is definitely fucking with me.

Wu Luo squinted his eyes and looked at Yan who had already walked forward, and suddenly realized that women's thoughts are better than men's guesses these days. For example, when Xi Si and Hu Po raised their heads, Wu Luo knew that they Whether he wanted to ask a question or had something delicious to share, but Yan really made him hard to guard against, and he couldn't figure out where the emotional switch was.

In fact, in the past few days, Yan's anger was not so much that Wu Luo stepped on his mine, but rather that he felt angry at himself.

Wu Luo has always been very accurate in seeing people, and Shang Yan is no exception. His inability to understand this person's mind is not so much his own lack of ability, but rather that they are really two very different individuals. If you can perfectly predict the other party's mind when you are preparing, then it is not called ability, but more precisely, it should be called superpower.

He had a good saying, Yan is indeed a very self-disciplined person, and he is very strict with himself.

It is clear that the other party is sloppy and casual, and that he is no different from other people, it is just a performance of kissing, even if it is not himself, it is also possible to be the woman who asked, but he will still be attracted inevitably, this is what makes him The real reason why Yan has always been quite unhappy.

Compared to the two adults who were playing chasing after me, Yan Xiaowang was working steadily.

No matter whether it is saponin or soap, it needs a certain process of making. Naturally, the raw materials must be collected. Yan Xiaowang doesn't think anyone will help him. Although he should have asked the Sun and Moon Tribe to help him, he always feels that those people are clumsy and will break. Some things, and the amount of work is not big, so I just do it myself.

Among these two things, saponin is relatively simple, because it only needs to be peeled off, and the shell and beans are separated, while soap is much more troublesome; greasy animal fat is also needed.

When Wu Luo followed Yan into the door, Yan Xiaowang was sitting on a small bench like a miserable child laborer peeling something that looked like a pea. The color was darker than peas, it was greenish brown, almost black, but the seeds inside In other words, the beans are emerald green, but they are not round, but rather square like corn kernels, which looks somewhat weird.

"Why is he still wearing that triangular scarf?"

Wu Luo was a little surprised, his eyes flicked over the plants, and soon he fixed on Yan Xiaowang, and said with a smile, "It looks like a little hard worker."

"He likes this turban very much." Yan Jian said, "I want to wear it."

Uro wasn't very surprised, he just smiled, "Really?"

His eyes quickly turned around in this room where there was only one side. There were two wooden pots and two clay pots on the ground. One wooden pot contained this kind of plant that he had never seen before, and the other wooden pot contained The white fat, the oil stains on the wooden basin are like waxing.

I don't know what it is in a clay pot, and the other is for Yan Xiaowang to hold beans.

"Is this soap locust?"

"Almost, the beans inside are edible. It's the outer shell that forms an oily film. After boiling, this oily film becomes a cleaning agent." Yan calmly said, "Sit down and help."

Uro was happy to participate in this kind of parent-child activity. Although he was not standing here as a teacher, he still happily agreed, "Okay."

"By the way, do you still have the triangle scarf?"

Yan looked at him strangely, "You just said that Xiao Wang is like a hard worker."

"Life must have a sense of ritual, otherwise it would be boring."

Uro laughed.

Yan Xiaowang looked at the two of them in confusion, trying to get a translation from his kind and understanding father, but Yan didn't understand what he meant at all, instead he frowned and picked out a new headscarf and handed it to the soon-to-be Peon Uro.

The cloth is linen, nothing fancy, it's just cut into triangles, which doesn't look too good.

Wu Luo reckoned that it would be enough to protect his hair. If he wanted something like gloves, Yan probably didn't go to get him a turban meekly, but just reached out and broke his head off, so it's not a bad idea. Insatiable, just took the cloth with squinted eyes and smiled, and started to tie the turban for himself.

At least there is good news, Yan's favorability for him is not too low to be tolerated.

For some reason, Yan Xiaowang looked at Wu Luo's face and suddenly thought of the fox.