The promise of slow wear for the rest of your life

Just do it.

As shown in the picture, Arnold was so busy digging pits and mud, collecting larger broken stones and slabs, that he didn't even notice when Sijiu took Jiujiu away.

Just as he prepared the materials needed to build the stove and was about to read the drawings again and start building the stove, a lively questioning voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Aww, what are you doing?"

Arnold said without looking back: "As you can see, we are building a stove."

The brown-haired boy walked quickly to his side, squatted down, tilted his head and asked, "Stove, what is it?"

"It's a table that can be used to put pots, fire, and cook." Anol glanced at him, and accidentally saw something he shouldn't have seen.

"Aww." The brown-haired boy nodded his head half-understanding, his squatting posture was so heroic, he didn't realize that he was gone.

The corners of Anol's eyes twitched slightly, he sighed secretly, and reached out to give him the larger wooden pier beside him, signaling him to sit down.

When the brown-haired boy took over the wooden pier, he noticed the extra watch-like object on Arnold's wrist, and he was immediately surprised: "Ah, oh, that, is it something like Kamia?! "

Hearing this familiar noun syllable, Arnold couldn't help being slightly taken aback: "It's not Kamia, it's Kemia. Do you remember him?"

"Remember! He's very...uh!" The brown-haired boy wrinkled his face covered with red and green totems, thought for a while, and then came up with a more appropriate adjective: "...weird! Yes, it's weird Weird name! Weird look! Weird behavior! Weird talk! Weird clothes! He’s weird! Why do you have his things?”

Arnold, who was described as weird in person, said: "..." You are the one to blame!Your whole family is to blame!

The brown-haired boy didn't know what he was thinking, seeing him silent for a long time, he asked, "Why didn't you speak?!"

Arnold said without changing his face: "He gave it to me. Because I took care of him and gave him food. Therefore, he gave me his things and taught me many things. Lighting a fire, barbecue, cooking He taught me the hut, and the language we speak now." Not really.

The brown-haired boy thought it was true, and suddenly realized: "Oh! I said, how did you suddenly understand so many strange things. It turned out that he taught it!"

The corners of Arnold's lips raised slightly, and he said with a smile: "Yes. He taught it all. He taught me a lot, and I will use what he taught me in the future."

"It's amazing that you can learn so many things!" The brown-haired boy's eyes glowed with admiration.

Anol said modestly: "It's not very good. He taught me for a long time!"

The brown-haired boy was very envious: "That's great! It would be great if he belonged to my family!"

Ah, oh, agree, chirp.

Arnold knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't explain much, because even if he explained it, he couldn't explain it clearly. At that time, he was indeed an adult orc from the original owner's family (the original owner's stepfather). back.

In such a situation, in the eyes of the people here, he is one of the non-orcs belonging to the adult orc.

Even though they didn't do anything at that time, even if the orc didn't succeed until the end, and was even injured because of it, but in the eyes of the people here, he is still a non-orc who once belonged to that orc.

This is their inherent concept, which cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

Arnold knew that the explanation was useless, so he simply did not explain it.

He changed the subject without a trace, and asked, "You came to see me, what's the matter?"

"Yes." The brown-haired boy didn't notice it, and responded immediately: "I want to ask you, is your family ready to exchange bone meal and aquatic plants?"

Arnold wondered, "What kind of bone meal and aquatic plants should we exchange?"

The brown-haired boy was more puzzled than him: "Didn't your family's hiss tell you?"

Anol was even more puzzled: "Say what?"

The brown-haired boy pointed to his feet, then turned around and pointed to the lake behind them, and gestured: "Here, we can use our things to exchange bone meal and water plants with the orcs in the water. Their bone meal and Aquatic plants, we eat them with Zai Zai, they are good for our health."

That's it!Arnold asked: "What can we use to exchange bone meal and water plants with them?"

The brown-haired boy pointed to the stone tools and bone tools in the wooden shed, and said, "Stones like this, bones like this, fruits, baskets, and grass skirts are all fine."

"I see. Thank you for telling me." Arnold said, "When will they come?"

The brown-haired boy shook his head and said thank you: "My neigh said they will come tomorrow. I'm going to pick more fruits in the woods, are you going?"

Anol glanced at the pile of freshly reconciled wet mud in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Go. Wait for me, I'll wash my hands."

The brown-haired boy nodded again and again: "Oh, you go! I'll wait for you!"

Anol washed his hands, put the longbow and quiver on his back, and carried a rattan basket, and then told Jiujiu to stay here and look after the house obediently, and then followed the brown-haired boy into the dense forest.

The ferocious beasts in the dense forest near the gathering place have long been expelled by the orcs. As long as they don't go too deep, they won't encounter danger that they can't deal with.

Arnold carried a bow and arrow just in case.

There is a fruit forest not far from the gathering place, and the destination of the two is there.

On the way, Anol endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, and asked the doubts in his heart: "Wow, is your orc called hissing too?"

The brown-haired boy grinned brightly: "Yes, yes. Not only my family, but also the orcs of Meowwuwu's family are also called Sijiu. Do you think it's a coincidence? In their place, the three of us all call it too." Chirp!"

Arnold: "It's a coincidence!"

Sure enough!His premonition was not wrong at all, the two strangely pronounced words "hissing" and "ah chirping" are not a certain person's name at all, but just a common name!

Anol was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

The brown-haired boy didn't mind his silence, and chattered about how many people had the same name as the three of them before, regardless of whether he listened attentively.

It wasn't until he had spoken for a long time that there was no sign of stopping, and Anol asked a little abruptly: "Do you want to have a name of your own?"

"My own "name"?" The brown-haired boy asked confusedly, "What is the name?"

Looking at the young man's eyes full of confusion, Anol deeply felt that it was all his fault. He had been teaching for so long, but he always only cared about teaching them common expressions, yet he had never told them the meaning of names and importance.

Thinking of this, Arnold felt that he had failed his duty.

He said apologetically: "A name is a title that belongs to a certain person. It can be used to represent that person, and it can also be used to distinguish it from others."

The brown-haired boy suddenly realized: "It's called differently from others, right?"

"It's understandable," Arnold said.

The brown-haired boy imagined that scene for a while, and then said: "Yes, I want to have a name that belongs to me. What about you, do you want to?"

Anol raised his lips and smiled, "I think so. Let's think of a name for ourselves now. Then let people who know us call us by this name in the future."

"Yeah!" The brown-haired boy nodded happily, and then began to think hard.

However, the brown-haired boy had never come into contact with any serious names before, and he thought hard for a long time, until both of them picked enough fruit to go back, but he couldn't come up with a satisfactory name.

The brown-haired boy walked beside Anol dejectedly, and asked very annoyed: "Ah, I can't think of what to call myself. What about you, have you figured out what to call?"

"Me?" Anol was slightly taken aback.

"Yeah." Seeing him stunned, the brown-haired boy couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "You didn't think about it either, okay?"

Anol came back to his senses, shook his head and laughed, "No. I've made up my mind."

The brown-haired boy hurriedly asked, "What is it?"

Arnold paused slightly, looked at him sideways, and said word by word: "Arnold. My name is Arnold."

"Ah?" The brown-haired teenager parroted it again, feeling a little awkward: "This name is a bit strange to say."

"The strange thing is not the name, but your pronunciation!" Anol cast a hygienic eye on him, and corrected every word: "It's not ah, but, ah, no, er."

The brown-haired boy tried his best to smooth his tongue: "Ah, huh, son?"

Anol rested his forehead and sighed secretly, and it took a lot of effort to guide the brown-haired boy to say the name "Arnold" accurately.

After teaching him, he couldn't help but feel extremely fortunate that he didn't choose to teach them the language and characters of Enoch's own tribe, otherwise the difficulty of teaching would have increased by hundreds or even thousands of times.

The brown-haired boy didn't know what he was thinking. After he learned to say Arnold's name, he was more excited than Arnold himself: "Arnold, Arnold. It's easy to say it a few times. This name is really nice. I've never heard of it before. Nobody called. You really would think so."

Arnold smiled, but didn't answer.

The brown-haired boy turned his head to look at him, and his round eyes seemed to be shining brightly: "Arnold, you are amazing! How about you help me think of one too?"

"Uh..." Anol hesitated for a moment, thinking that if the young man wanted to think about it, he might have to think about the year of the monkey to think about it, so he let go of his scruples and said in response: "Yes. Ouya, what do you think? How about it?"

"Aww?" The brown-haired boy asked suspiciously, "This name has been called by many people before. Is it different from Aowwow?"

"Yes." Anol put down the rattan basket in his hand, crushed the red berries, pulled the brown-haired boy's arm with one hand, and wrote "Ouya" on the boy's forearm with his fingertips stained with red juice. These three transliterated characters were read out word by word while writing.

After finishing all this, Arnold asked the brown-haired boy to look at the three characters and said, "Ouya, this name is easy to pronounce and easy to remember, what do you think?"

"Au, wu, ya, au... ya, ouya." The brown-haired boy repeated the word several times, feeling more and more fluent as he said it, and finally said with a smile: "It's really fluent, I will call it the name."

Anol smiled back, and said, "Ouya, nice to meet you!"

The brown-haired boy Ou Yacan replied with a smile: "Arnold, I am also very happy to meet you!"

Anol gave him an approving look, then picked up the rattan basket and walked back with him. :) :)