Chapter 14: I think you are more precious

The children of the Liyi tribe gave Chu Huan the impression of one word: wild.
One is to play wildly-they usually do not need to go to school or cram school, and they run all over the mountains like wild horses all day long.
The other is wild personality-this typical case is that Xiao Fang's flower-bone girl, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, slaughtered the wild boar and cried the younger brother.
Their childhood was unrestrained, and they dared to be arrogant in front of the patriarch, but it was such a group of wild children that were collectively frightened by a slight earthquake.
The earthquake was actually only slightly sensational, and it passed in a few minutes. It stands to reason that the southwestern region is in the Himalayan volcanic seismic zone, and the crust is somewhat hyperactive. As long as it is not a large earthquake that shakes the ground, it should not be occasionally shaking twice. What are the strange things, even the little ones, even the older ones do n’t know what an earthquake is?
What makes Chu Huan even more shocked is that when the ground trembles, these children look at the sky together with a strange tacit understanding.
Is it related to some of their beliefs? Perhaps just as the ancients believed that the lunar eclipse was caused by Tengu eating the moon, the Liyi people think that the earthquake is related to something in the sky?
So what's going on with the enemies on their faces?
Soon, Chu Huan discovered that more than adolescents were facing enemies. In the evening of the same day, the people came very well. Chu Huan teaches here very freely and casually, basically who is willing to come and who comes, anyway, the classroom is open. Generally, the young and middle-aged people of the Liyi people usually only come in half, some people still have work to do, and the rest To go to patrol the mountains, the fast horses raised by their family are used for this purpose.
But on this day, the number of people next to the white stone suddenly doubled, and some of them were supposed to go to the mountains. These people all have guys on their bodies, but they are hidden in their pants so that they are not visible.
This little trick could conceal others' eyes and Chu Huan's eyes, but his gaze swept over the patrolman, but he pretended not to know and started his Mandarin lectures as usual.
Even Nanshan, his assistant teacher and patriarch, looked exceptionally right. Chu Huan noticed that he carried something like a scepter in his hand. He had seen it once at the Nanshan house, hanging it with a large number of cold weapons, carved Carefully thought that the seemingly gorgeous appearance is incompatible with those cold iron guys.
This form is greater than the content, Chu Huan guess may be a symbol of the patriarch's identity.
"Earthquake-that's it. Vibration means that earthquake is vibrating on the ground." Chu Huan remembered what to say, he said, and added, "It is generally caused by the movement of a large rock layer underground, like wind and The rain is the same. "
At this time, he heard the little girl with flowers and bones speaking in the native language of the Liyi nationality: "It's not like wind and rain, that's ... the door opened."
The word in front of "door" Chu Huan is unheard of, and I don't know what it means.
Behind the boy, an adult's hand was stretched out and he slapped the talkative little boy.
Like disregarding the weapon on the mountaineer, Chu Huan pretended not to hear the boy ’s words and continued his conversation if nothing happened, but he had obviously felt that the atmosphere in the open space was suddenly tense after the little boy said that stand up.
This day's lesson was finished in a repressive atmosphere. Even the mountains that were usually invested in twelve minutes seemed a little absent-minded. The people of Liyi did not stay as usual to dance and dance. They quickly dispersed silently, usually The little cubs running around were also sent home by their parents.
Nanshan came to Chu Huan: "I will go with you for a while."
Chu Huan responded. At this time, a gust of wind blew away the thin dark clouds in the sky. Chu Huan inadvertently glanced at the sky, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.
That is ... the full moon is like copper.
Strangely strange, Chu Huan couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinched his eyebrows hard. He clearly remembered the day before as a slender crescent.
The moon can never be blown up, is he remembering it wrong?
Illusion? Memory disorder? Or is he even more mentally disabled?
As far as Chu Huan ’s self-perception is concerned, he feels that he cannot be crazy to that extent.
But if it is not his own problem, how can an objective natural phenomenon be explained?
"... Chu Huan?"
Nanshan called him several times, and Chu Huan recovered. "Well, what?"
Nanshan carefully looked at his face: "Your face is a little white, sick?"
His hospice-like look suddenly reminded Chu Huan of the rumors he heard in the afternoon. He finally found a channel to divert his attention and no longer struggled with whether he had hallucinations.
Chu Huan gave Nanshan a bad look, and wanted to ask him how he behaved misleadingly, giving Nanshan the wrong impression that this person belongs to a species that can be poked to death by a tree branch. Although he has long tempered his face and put his personal image away, but ... For some reason, Chu Huan still doesn't want his image in Nanshan to be such a hero.
Chu Huan bluntly broke the topic of Nanshan, pointed to the stick in Guishan Mountain, and asked, "Yes, are you holding this thing today, is it a major event in the family recently?"
Suddenly, Nanshan asked him abruptly. After a while, he nodded hesitantly. Chu Huan could see that he was inconvenient to explain the details to himself, but he was too honest, and he would n’t be fooled. One set is trying to think about how to speak.
"Yes," after a while, Nanshan admitted, "you ... well, you have tried not to be alone recently."
Chu Huan glanced at him. Although Nanshan did not shy away, there was some kind of "don't ask" message in his eyes.
Chu Huan immediately realized that he was no more inquisitive, and exaggerated to the patriarch scepter of Nanshan: "Is this thing embellished with jade or jasper on it? The green is really translucent."
Nanshan: "Does it look good?"
Chu Huan nodded: "Not bad."
Generally speaking, to praise something on other people's bodies is actually just a link between two people chatting and talking. Both the person who talks and the person who listens will not be too distracted, and there are few other meanings, but Nanshan is obviously not an ordinary person.
Chu Huan's word "not bad" has not landed yet. Nanshan's fingers have caught the biggest gem on the scepter. His slender fingers suddenly bent into claws. Without saying anything, he directly pulled the stone down with brute force. , Carrying the balding scepter in one hand, and handing the gem to Chu Huan in one hand, sincerely said: "That's for you."
Chu Huan: "..."
Nanshan held the stone in his hand and suggested, "I will put a hole in you, you can hang it around your neck."
A big gem with a big fist hanging around his neck? It will definitely play a decisive role in promoting cervical spondylosis.
No, the point is-is this a gem? Is n’t it a big piece of sugar?
Chu Huan: "No, no, I don't mean that."
Nanshan tilted his head in doubt: "Don't you like it?"
Chu Huan was a bit prostrative: "... No, I don't mean that either."
The two stood opposite each other for a moment, unable to communicate, with a green stone in between. What did he mean? Chu Huan couldn't figure it out.
Chu Huan smiled awkwardly and explained patiently in front of the rift-like cultural divide: "On our side, generally for no reason, no one will give each other such precious gifts."
Nanshan stared at Chu Huan without blinking with his ignorance and beautiful eyes, and said unabashedly, "Why? I think you are more precious."
Chu Huan was speechless again.
He could swear to Tian that he had never deliberately deliberately deliberately, but Nanshan said this seriously, it was not easy for him to hold, Chu Huan felt that his heart seemed to jump inexplicably, seven to eight A bunch of garbled characters wandered down the ground.
He kept his tongue open for a long time before he could hold a serious face like a gentleman. His voice said slightly dryly: "On the verbal, generally we don't say this ... Uh, this kind of thing that will only be said on special occasions."
"Oh, don't say that," Nanshan nodded with a daunting incomprehension, indicating that he was being taught, but when Chu Huan laughed and didn't slow up, he asked with clear eyes. , "What should I say if I like you so much?"
Chu Huan was choked on the spot and coughed to death.
Nanshan was very puzzled and looked at Chu Huan with a little embarrassment: "I was wrong again."
In his eyes was a glorious moonlight, and Chu Huan felt that it reflected his sullenness. He settled down, with a bit of soft linen in the palm of his hand, and took Nanshan's scepter and gemstones-originally inlaid on the top, and Nanshan's teeth were lightly and heavily broken together.
Chu Huan looked at it for a moment, and remembered that he had a small box of 502 glue: "Let ’s go, I ’ll stick it to you, set it well, what do you do with it?"
"It's nothing, that's useless," Nanshan followed him, not paying much attention, showing a natural tyrant temperament. "If only you can stay forever-will you stay forever?"
Chu Huan heard a word, hesitated for a moment, then spoke to his lips, and then deliberately detoured: "How do you say this? The world is impermanent, are you right?"
For questions that are not easy to answer, turn around in a circle, and most adults can also listen to string songs to know the elegance, and most of them will not ask again.
But Nanshan once again showed his extraordinary.
Nanshan asked with a straight eyebrow: "Ah? What do you mean?"
Chu Huan choked for a moment, thought about the wording, and found that the wording was nonsense anyway, so he had to follow the Nanshan patriarch's way of speaking and said straight like a mallet: "... means no."
"Oh," this time was straightforward, Nanshan was silent for a while, and nodded, it seemed a little sad, for a while, he said, "I saw something written on the book you gave me, called ' 'Airplane', people can sit on it and fly to the clouds. Is there really a car that can fly to the sky over 'the river'? "
Chu Huan: "Yes, I'll invite you to sit when I'm free and fly to my house to play."
Nanshan: "Where is your home?"
"My family is ..." Chu Huan's words suddenly stopped, and he was asked.
Where is his family?
He had no home, only a small apartment without a living room, and a real estate inherited under his name by Chu Aiguo. The former also had a cat climbing frame that had not been taken away, and the latter had been unoccupied for a long time. He was too lazy to rent out.
That's just a house, it's property, can you call home?
Nan Shan smiled: "You didn't know what you said, anyway, right? I can't go, I can't leave the clan too far away, but in the future ... Maybe the children in the clan will grow up and learn Chinese, I can go out with you to see the outside world. "
When he said this, there was a kind of longing that people couldn't bear to break, and Chu Huan swallowed back the sentence "The outside world is very chaotic".
He let Nanshan into his own courtyard: "Come in, I will stick to you ... eh?"
Chu Huan saw a snake in his doorway, and this unexpected guest was like a watchdog, spitting his tongue at him.