Of Mountains and Rivers

Maybe even if a person is tired of a certain life, when he knows that he is about to leave, he will feel a bit of masochistic attachment—not to mention that Chu Huan is not tired of the Liyi clan at all.

After returning from the other side of the river, Chu Huan stopped going to the woods every day and ignored everyone except Nanshan. His sense of presence in front of the tribe suddenly became higher.

In the past, Chu Huan really didn't like children and small animals. When he saw the cubs, he would walk around, and when he heard them chattering, he would make big circles.

But one day, when he was standing in front of his window, he looked up and saw several little things hanging in a row on the treetops like bats, stretching their necks, thinking they were secretly peeping, Chu Huan miraculously I didn't find it annoying.

He couldn't help thinking of how cats hated dogs when he was a child, and said to himself, "If this little Lu'er will have two children in the future, will their family have a clean time in this life?"

Chu Huan raised his hand and waved at the scout on the tree. A group of cubs suddenly shrank from pelicans to turtles with their stretched necks. You hit me and I kicked you awkwardly. Refuse to move first.

In the end, the little bald man took the lead, relying on a piece of candy to jump down from the tree.

The reconnaissance company jumped off the tree just like making dumplings. Chu Huan went back to the house and grabbed a handful of candy, gave each of them a piece, and sent the group of bastards away.

Of course, there are also those who are not so easy to pass, such as the little bald head.

The little bald man is not as greedy as a snake. After eating the candy, he was still thinking about people. He thought about it carefully for a while, and decided that a thick skin is the first cornerstone of a person's success, so he was shameless. He stepped aside and stretched out his two arms to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan took a step back in fright: "What are you doing? Don't you want to hug?"

The little bald head clearly verified his thoughts: "Hug!"

Chu Huan tremblingly took half a step forward like a landmine, kept a safe distance from the little bald head, lowered his voice, and tried to reason with the little bald head in his half-familiar Liyi dialect: "A gloomy and fierce old man , to a passionate friend of children, this distance is very far, you know? As far as the earth to the sun, I have just started, you have to give me time."

I don't know if he couldn't pronounce clearly or what, anyway, the little bald man was unmoved by what he heard, and tied his arms persistently at him.

Chu Huan saw that Xiaozhi's reasoning didn't work, so he had no choice but to move him emotionally—handed out another piece of candy: "Eat it, and go play by yourself after eating, good boy."

How can a child like a wild boar from the dignified Liyi tribe be so easy to buy?The little bald man took the candy, not only remained unmoved, but also made a big move at Chu Huan: he hugged his thigh.

That miraculous little poisonous snake appeared out of nowhere again. Seeing this situation, it immediately decided to wrap up together - it quickly climbed up Chu Huan's trouser leg and entangled his other leg.

Chu Huan: "..."

Carrying the weight of "man and nature" on his two legs, it is really difficult to move.

Chu Huan had no choice but to hold the little bald head carefully and send him back to his parents with the action of carrying the explosive bag.

The boy's mother was extremely ashamed of what her hapless child had done, and in front of Chu Huan, she picked up the little bald head and gave him a solid spanking.

Chu Huanquan pretended not to see it, and slipped away pretending to be deaf and dumb. The little poisonous snake poked its head out from his shoulder, and cast a sympathetic glance in the direction of the crying father and mother.

That's how the little bald man was. At the beginning of his life, he had tasted the cruelty of "true love is a scumbag" and was heartbroken.

When Chu Huan passed a small hillside, he happened to meet a group of grazing lads gathering together for fun, and the sound of their teeth knocking and farting was carried to Chu Huan's ears by the wind from afar.

No matter how simple and kind a small group is, there are always one or two unlucky guys who are usually bullied by everyone. Obviously, in the male circle of the Liyi tribe, the whip is the "Doudou" in "Eating, Sleeping and Beating Doudou" .

Several people surrounded the horsewhip, and the horsewhip was blushing and pleading thickly: "When I was on the other side of the river, I lived with the king for many days, and I was the one who settled the accounts for him! He also said that I It's his brother."

Others booed: "Bragging!"

A young man beat his whip on his chest provocatively: "You said you are his brother, so do you dare to call him over for a drink?"

Whip: "I...I..."

"Hey, I saw him! You go - didn't you say that he is your brother, then he will come over as soon as you wave!"

"Keep blowing!"

"That's right, you're such a big fan, why don't you go to the other side of the river together? The mountains are still there."

"We still go to class with Dawang Dawang every day. You can't even speak well, so you are a brother."

The horse whip's face was flushed red, and he threw off the others angrily, holding his breath, and striding towards Chu Huan.

But his courage was vented all the way, and when he arrived in front of Chu Huan, there was basically nothing left. He lowered his head and walked in front of Chu Huan as if repenting of his crimes, his dirty hands were tense Rubbing his trouser legs, his face was full of despair when a middle school student who failed a foreign language met a foreign teacher.

Chu Huan found a little bit of fun in "being a teacher" from his reaction full of vicious humor - although he felt that he was more like a dean than a teacher.

Chu Huan: "Mawhip, what do you want me to do?"

The horsewhip stuttered, and his face was so red that he could stop at the intersection: "I...I...drink...drink...drink...drink."

...I always feel that he is about to cry.

Chu Huan wanted to give the horsewhip an embarrassment, but seeing the young man in such a state of embarrassment, he felt embarrassed, so he put his hand on his shoulder, and agreed happily, "Okay, let's go."

The horsewhip didn't expect it to be so easy, and froze on the spot into a coffin board in shock—not only him, but all the older bear children over there were all dumbfounded, as if they had been immobilized collectively.

Chu Huan touched his nose, not knowing how noble and glamorous he was usually.

A group of young men were embarrassed to talk to Chu Huan. In the end, they pushed and shoved, and unanimously decided to throw out the horsewhip.

Chu Huan sat down on the small soil slope, raised his legs naturally, and said leisurely: "My child, it's not Chinese New Year, and I won't give lucky money even if I kneel."

Under the nervousness of the horsewhip, he didn't understand at all. He felt that he was pushed out by his companions, and he was put on the fire in front of the public, and his mind was in a mess.

After scratching my ears and cheeks for a long time, the horsewhip finally choked out a sentence: "Great... lord, lord, you... you were at your house, and you let the horses?"

Chu Huan said without changing his face: "I don't let the horses go, I go hunting."

Everyone understood what he said, and hurriedly asked the people around him what he said just now. After discussing for a while, they found out what he said, and they all showed expressions of disbelief.

A chap said loudly, "Hunting rabbits?"

The boy who spoke had a baby face, and he looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his name was "Earth-Shattering Thunder". Chu Huan simplified it a bit and called him "Er Tijiao".

"That's called 'beating rabbits', not 'hunting rabbits'. In Chinese, the word for this province should be omitted." Chu Huan adjusted his glasses, feeling a bit like a people's teacher. He said, "I mainly fight wild dogs. To prevent them from biting people, it can be said that they are specialized in beating dogs."

The second kicker pulled the horsewhip just now, and asked softly in Liyi language: "What do you say if you don't believe me?"

The horse whip instructed: "No blind date."

Er Tiaojiao read it twice in a low voice, and felt that he had mastered the word, so he said loudly with confidence: "No blind date!"

Chu Huan glanced at him maliciously, and smiled narrowly: "Blind date? Now I'm thinking about the girl, are you an adult?"

The grazing boys hurriedly formed a temporary language learning group, and there was another big discussion. It took a full 5 minutes for them to collect firewood and discuss the meaning of Chu Huan's words.

Er Tijiao's expression changed from confusion to embarrassment, and finally he jumped up angrily, grabbed the whip and singled it out.

When Nanshan and the elders came from a distance, they saw all the clansmen imitating Chu Huan's cross-legged legs, in all kinds of strange and colorful ways - those who are sitting can just follow suit, and there are some weird ones standing on the side, one by one. The leg touched the ground, and the other leg was lifted up to the knee with difficulty, and the golden rooster was curiously independent.

The men of the Liyi tribe seem to be too energetic, whether they are standing or sitting, their pens must be as straight as a pine.

Sitting there in a loose manner like Chu Huan's, and raising his legs casually by any means, this kind of movement is not available to the people of our clan.

They will never learn Chu Huan's laziness and absent-mindedness of "people are here, God is there".

The elder glanced at it and said to Nanshan: "Didn't he not get along with the clansmen much before?"

The elder was an old man, wearing a fancy dress like a bellyband, with a big pocket on his chest, stuffed with various fruits, and a G-size big chest.

This person was usually more elusive than Chu Huan, and lived in seclusion most of the time. He didn't see people most of the time, even when the mountain guard came, he didn't show up in person. Finally, before leaving, Ruge went to visit him.

In the few months since Chu Huan came to the Liyi clan, he only saw the old man once.

Nanshan's attitude towards the elder has always been respectful and close. He followed the elder's eyes and smiled involuntarily: "Maybe it's boring."

The elder took out a fruit from his chest pocket, broke it in half with his skinny hands, looked at his rotten heart, and turned the corner of his mouth downwards into an arched bridge: "Insect Bite."

Nan Shan looked away from Chu Huan: "Huh?"

The elder pointed at Sang and scolded Huai and said: "Some things are like this fruit. It looks beautiful. When you open it, you can see that it has not grown at all, or it has been bitten by insects."

Nan Shan frowned: "You mean Chu Huan? He's not."

The elder threw the rotten fruit aside, dug out two bunches of wild strawberries with seedlings from his belly pocket, threw a bunch to Nanshan, wiped them off, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The elder glanced at the harmonica at the waist of Nanshan meaningfully, and said vaguely: "How do you know? Because he gave you a few gadgets and gave you a few books?"

Nanshan didn't say a word.

"How many people outside have you dealt with? You don't even remember your father. He was also..."

"I just know." Nanshan interrupted the elder suddenly.

He suddenly realized that he didn't like others questioning Chu Huan, whether it was Ruge or the elder, Nanshan decided to end the topic simply and rudely, so he said, "I'm angry."

After finishing speaking, he just walked to the water's edge, washed the strawberries, left the elder aside, walked over to Chu Huan, and unabashedly borrowed flowers to offer Buddha in front of the elder.

When the grazing boys saw the patriarch coming, they immediately dispersed. Nanshan handed the fresh and tender wild strawberries to Chu Huan: "Please eat."

"And this?" Chu Huan's eyes lit up—it's not that he likes to eat fruit, he just likes this kind of bright red and green plants, "This is a treasure land of geomantic omen, it's not cold in winter, and it's not hot in summer, right?" ?”

"That's because it's not winter yet." Nanshan said, "Do you like our place?"

Chu Huan nodded without hesitation.

Nanshan then asked, "Do you like me?"

Chu Huan: "..."

Although he knew that Nanshan was just speaking outspokenly due to language and cultural differences, but because of his ulterior motives, he still inevitably felt guilty and almost choked himself.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Nanshan suddenly became a little nervous, and his waist, which was already straight like a military posture, straightened even more.

Chu Huan paused, and couldn't help avoiding the main contradiction when he said it, and turned a corner: "You are so attractive, who doesn't like it?"

Nanshan heard the reluctance in his words, and felt lost in an instant.

After a long silence, he asked sullenly, "If you like it, why don't you stay?"

Chu Huan turned his head to look at him: "If I want to go, do you want to go outside with me?"

"Yes," Nanshan replied calmly, "but I can't leave."

Chu Huan pinched a lock of his hair and played with the tip of the hair between his fingers: "Then I am about the same as you-although in our place, I am not as important as you, I am just a small person, but if there is anything you need I'll do it, I still have to go right away, you understand?"

Nanshan gave him a deep look.

Chu Huan patted him on the shoulder, stood up, pointed to the harmonica on his waist and said, "Don't hang that thing on your belt, are you stupid? The pants are about to fall off."

Nanshan pressed Chu Huan's hand on his shoulder.

"You... If you want to leave..." Nanshan's voice was a little hoarse, "It must be before winter, and we will close the mountain here in winter, so you won't be able to go out."