There are savages in the jungle

Some time ago, Xia Yun opened a vegetable field in a well-lit place in front of the cave, and planted only more than 100 mung beans left, all of which have sprouted now.Next to it are two nests of green sweet potato seedlings.

The sweet potatoes were brought back by Yan from the Baimao tribe, and most of them rotted in the cold season, leaving only two good ones.Xia Yunquan was buried in the ground. Fortunately, both of them sprouted, and the sweet potato vines grew strong.

It was raining lightly today, Xia Yun tied her shoulder-length black hair into a ponytail, and walked into the rain wearing tattered trousers.

"Mom, the hair is wet." Dian Dian shouted standing at the entrance of the cave.

Xia Yun brushed his hair, walked to the vegetable field, and squatted beside the sweet potato vines, "Don't come out."

"Oh."

Xia Yun remembered that in history class, he told about the history of the spread of sweet potatoes to China. It was a businessman named Chen Zhenlong who tried his best to smuggle them back from a Spanish colony at that time. Chen Zhenlong tied sweet potato vines to the boat pole as a rope, covered them with mud, and brought them back across the ocean.Under such harsh conditions, the sweet potato is still alive, and soon became the staple food to save the hungry people from water and fire.

Then he cut off the sweet potato vines and planted seedlings, so he should be able to live.

Thinking of this, Xia Yun carefully cut off the sweet potato vines and planted them one by one.Two sweet potatoes became ten plants.

If it survives, he wants to divide more plants, maybe this year he will be able to eat sweet potatoes.

"What are you doing out there?"

Yan's voice came from the rain, Xia Yun turned to look at Yan, and saw him holding a few bamboos.Quickly pulling out a few big grasses, Xia Yun washed his hands in the rain while walking towards the cave.

"Grow vegetables and see if the transplanted seedlings can survive." Xia Yun saw that there is a bamboo that is only as thick as the flute, and asked, "Why did you cut the bamboo so thin?"

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Yan shook his wet hair, "The knife cut it on the wrong side, and I couldn't survive anyway, so I brought it back. It can be used."

Xia Yun took a look at the thin bamboo and said, "I want to make something. The thin bamboo is just right for me. Cut the unused bamboo into small pieces and make a curtain for the inner room."

"That's good." Yan put the bamboo on the ground, most of which were outside.The rain was pattering, and the clusters of bamboo leaves were rattling.

Xia Yun wants to make a hole flute, and he is very confident in making this thing. His father has an old friend who is a music teacher, and they both go to the same middle school. A lot of topics, plus the two families live close to each other, gradually became close friends.

This teacher loves flute very much. Under his compulsory request, all the students in the school have a white clarinet, and there is another interest class to teach flute, one lesson a week, and once led students to participate in competitions and won several provincial awards .Well, Xia Yun is one of them.

He also made bamboo flutes by himself, so Xia Yun followed him to learn.

Xia Yun used a dental knife to slowly cut out an [-] cm long bamboo, and started working seriously.

In fact, the bamboo used to make the flute needs to be kept for two years to get a good sound, but fresh bamboo is also fine, Xia Yun thinks that two years is probably enough.

Because of the lack of tools, Xia Yun worked hard for five or six hours to complete it, and immediately played a piece of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

The deep and melodious sound of the flute sounded, and the four brown-haired people, one big, three small and small, were all taken aback for a moment.

Yan put down the work in his hand and looked at Xia Yun. The three little savages who had just woken up grunted and poked their heads out from the inner room.

"Xia Yun?" Yan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears.

In fact, when Xia Yun was making the flute, he had to test the sound non-stop. They were all one or two monosyllables. This kind of sound is very common, and they can also use leaves to make it. It's just that I didn't expect that all kinds of strings are so good. .

Yan felt that the pores all over his body were stretched.

Xia Yun lowered his head and glanced at Yan, then lowered his eyes again, his eyes fell on the Qing Youyou Xiao, watching his fingers jumping nimbly on it.

The song "A Chinese Ghost Story" is very beautiful soloed with the hole flute. It is deep and full of affection, and the artistic conception is far away. Compared with the solo of other instruments, it is like Leslie Cheung's version in various singing versions. It is ecstasy and can't be separated from it.

While playing, Xia Yun thought about the corresponding lyrics, she couldn't help crying, and her vision was blurred.

Sing in the lyrics: roads and people are boundless.

Why is he not confused?Stuck in this mud, with no way back.

At the end of the song, Xia Yun looked blankly at the object in front of him, but couldn't focus his eyes, and suddenly felt a warm object leaning against his back.

Yan twisted Xia Yun's body, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and looked at Xia Yun with deep eyes, "Why are you making such a sad voice? Why don't you like me? Because I hit you?"

Xia Yun put away his flute, and said calmly: "No, this is just a compiled piece of music, it doesn't matter whoever plays it."

The little savages jumped down.

"Mom, mom, give me the stick."

"Mom give it to me!"

"I also want!"

Xia Yun handed it out casually, "Don't break it."

The three immediately scrambled into a ball.

It was dark and the rain had stopped.Xia Yun walked out of the cave, and saw a few wild men lying outside the cave, and when they saw him, they all looked around and grabbed him, then ran away.It was probably also attracted by the sound of the flute.

Xia Yun went to the river to take a bath, changed the only piece of clothing on his body, washed it and hung it in the cave, and then climbed into the bed.

Yan also went up and hugged Xia Yun from behind.

"Hit me, I won't fight back." Yan said suddenly.

Xia Yun paused, and exhaled foul breath, "Go to sleep."

Yan stared blankly at the back of Xia Yun's head, feeling helpless.

The little savages in the cave were still making noise and having fun.

"Puff, puff!"—the sound of spitting.

"Let me blow it, blow it for me!" a little savage yelled.

"Puff, puff puff!"—the sound of spitting.

"Snapped!"

——The sound of bamboo breaking.

The noise in the cave stopped for an instant.

Yan immediately crawled out, saw that Diandian was holding half of the bamboo, jumped down and grabbed him with one hand, "Is there still half of it?"

Gun Gun tremblingly held up the other half of the flute.

The veins on Yan's forehead twitched, snatched the half of the flute from Diandian's hand, threw him in the cave casually, pulled the half of the flute from Gun Gun's hand, and hurriedly put it together.

"mom!"

Yuanyuan rolled towards the inner room, stood at the side of the inner room and looked at Xia Yun.Diandian got up silently, and ran to the inner room, standing obediently.

Xia Yun glanced at the little savages, and then looked at Yan who kept splicing flutes together, "If it breaks, burn it."

Yan looked reluctant, "It took you a long time to finish this."

Xia Yun: "I don't even care."

Yan held his breath in his heart, feeling tight.In the end, he didn't throw the broken flute into the fire, but wrapped it carefully with animal skin.

Yan walked to the inner room, and the three little savages quickly climbed onto the bed and shrank to the innermost.In the middle of Xia Yun's sleep, he could feel the distress from Yan who was holding his hand on the left, and the uneasiness of the three little guys on the right.

The little savage was quiet tonight and soon fell asleep.

Xia Yun felt that Yan was still asleep, and asked, "Isn't it okay?"

"Do it again tonight." Yan said in an imperative tone: "I want to do it."

He hopes to get Xia Yun's love, and hopes to enter his partner's heart through union, but he always has no intention of offending Xia Yun.

Xia Yun is accustomed to Yan's domineering, now he is not afraid of Yan, he turned over face-saving, and turned his back to Yan.

Yan pressed directly on Xia Yun's body, turned Xia Yun down on the bed, and immediately fell on the back of the neck of the person under him with a fiery kiss.

Xia Yun struggled but did not break away, lowered his voice and said: "If you can control your thorn, I will do it for you."

Yan pushed Xia Yun's legs away with his knees, "I will."body sank.

"Bamboo..."

"It sounds good..."

While the children were talking in their dreams, the two made a few shots very carefully.

After the work was over, Xia Yun was exhausted, let Yan hug him tightly, and fell into a deep sleep.