Hogetsu

The next day, having learned that Wang Jiexi was only in the daytime, Yu Wenzhou went down the mountain to buy food in the small town by himself, and when he came back, he typed the line draft with a fountain pen: Wang Jiexi was holding Sophia innocently, while the crowd with weapons on the other side was wary and terrified.Wang Jiexi woke up a little earlier at night, and said to himself in front of the bulging brown paper bag, "I thought I was going to grab something for you to eat today."

Yesterday's Wang Jiexi acted completely inhuman, suddenly so life-like, Yu Wenzhou didn't want to miss it: "Go? I want to go." The two entered Cong Yuan directly from the back of the castle.Wang Jiexi led Yu Wenzhou over the fallen rubble, his skin was cold white, it looked like jade, and it was surprisingly warm to hold.Yu Wenzhou remembered what he said last night: If we only talk about the shape, I and you are also considered the same.

Wang Jiexi asked him, "Red squirrel or red deer, which one do you want to eat?"

"Which one is easier to catch?"

"Almost, not much difference."

"Then which is tastier?"

"I haven't eaten it."

"Then which one do you see and which one do you catch?"

"Can"

Afterwards, Wang Jiexi showed him what it means to have little difference. A red deer cub was easy to grab, and it didn't seem to be a challenge. "Sir, do you often catch these?"

"When I used to live with the hunting tribe in the forest, hunting and picking fruit was my daily work. Now I occasionally catch some and sell them for money to buy clothes."

"Buy clothes?" Yu Wenzhou covered his mouth and laughed. The person who said yesterday that I don't need to eat, said today that I want to hunt and sell money to buy clothes.Wang Jiexi was serious: "I can't be naked."

On the way back, they picked up a handful of what Wang Jiexi said were spices. Well, survival in the wild was an absolute blind spot for Yu Wenzhou, an urbanite in the nineteenth century.He had already entered into the state of watching a show with his hands folded, waiting for Wang Jiexi to give him barbecue.

Wang Jiexi's technique of skinning and disembowelling was so skillful that the blood splattered on his face did not change color.He buried the internal organs under the tree and chanted strange spells into the tree.Yu Wenzhou squatted beside him and asked what he was reading.

"A language to communicate with trees"

"Then what did you say to it?"

"The person who taught me said that the meaning of it is only understood by the gods. It is a part of the ritual, and every syllable is fixed. It only needs to be accurately imitated. But then I heard a song in the Alba Mountains. The rhythm of the song is the same, but the pronunciation is a little different. In their local dialect, the song can be translated, which means: Give me your tallness, make me tall; give your lushness to the wheat seedlings, make me tall It thrives; bring your greenness to the grasslands, and keep the sheep hungry."

Yu Wenzhou was embarrassed: What Wang Jiexi wanted to communicate with nature was the mysteries of life and death, but what human witchcraft taught him was to pray for the blessings of the gods, good weather, good harvests, and prosperity of animals. "Then why are you doing this? You don't need it."

"Leona will do the same." Wang Jiexi got up and started to light a fire in the open space.In the absence of a clear direction, the possibility remains open, regardless of whether you believe it or not.In Wang Jiexi's own words: collect all things related to witches, and hope that when you collect enough things, they will include everything about Leona. Maybe there is something in it that is the key to my being alive.

Spices were stuffed into the young deer's belly and put on the fire.Wang Jiexi sat in front of the fire and dozed off, with his legs bent and his head buried between his knees, in an awkward position.Thinking of what Wang Jiexi said about him and Sophia sleeping in front of the fire, Yu Wenzhou untied the picnic cloth that had been made into a hammock and spread it on the ground. "Sir, lie down and rest."

Wang Jiexi didn't refuse, and against the yellow firelight, he looked extremely docile, like a person in a classic painting, enjoying eternal tranquility.Yu Wenzhou shouldn't have thought of classicism, that's what he wanted to oppose. The purpose of "Ouzo" is to reject the cold and rigid stillness and singleness, and let people see the enthusiasm and lively surge and variety.But Wang Jiexi was neither cold nor scorching hot, just the warmth Yu Wenzhou held.There was in him a peace without desire, a tranquility fully realized.If the house hadn't been burned down, if he hadn't entered the human world, there is no doubt that he could achieve eternal peace.