Chapter 21: The feast of the world

If it is in northern China with four distinct seasons, generally in the middle and late November, it has basically entered the winter. Chu Huan ca n’t remember the days of the Liyi tribe, but it is probably a calculation. He vaguely feels that it is coming soon. Gregorian year. I do n’t know which calendar is used by the Liyi people. Anyway, as far as the temperature is concerned, this is just the level of the early autumn, and there is almost no change from when Chu Huan first came. The kid has thick skin and strong firepower.
The leaves in the forest are still green, the grass is lush, and even the snake has not yet hibernated, but it seems a little bit cold when morning and evening.
Nanshan mentioned "winter" at the time, and Chu Huan felt a little weird: "Fengshan? You are so south here, is it so cold in winter?"
Nanshan replied, "You will know when winter comes."
But when will winter come?
If possible, he hopes that winter will never come, but he refrained from thinking so rarely, and delusions are drugs that increase pain.
On the fourteenth morning after that day, Chu Huan, as usual, woke up and exercised routinely when the sun was not bright, but he froze as soon as he opened the door.
The fog that had originally floated on the river occurred during the night, and the whole land was covered. When I looked at it, I saw that the distance was far and wide, and it was a spectacle of clouds and mist. The high ceiling of the clan ’s house was everywhere There was a sharp point in the white mist, and Tengyun looked like a fog.
The entire valley and plains became immortal, and people stood in it, with one foot as if they had stepped into the Nantian Gate.
... This is good. He didn't have time to die before he actually ascended to heaven.
Chu Huan took off his frosted glasses, wiped them with his cuffs, and then walked into the fog. The temperature did not actually decrease, but the trees in the forest showed signs of winter. They may be a collective worry, and bald all night. A thick layer of frost-frosted leaves piled on the ground, but only the dead branches were slaughtered in the air, and they were standing there in a row, supporting a heavy death.
Chu Huan wandered in front of the familiar Lin Zi for a moment, and he knew it without knowing it-this is the winter of the Liyi tribe.
He didn't go on, turned around, and went straight to his place.
I do n’t know if it ’s his illusion. Chu Huan felt that the fog was heavier than when he went out, so he realized the meaning of
closing the mountain
.
Chu Huan returned to the room and packed his luggage swiftly-in fact, he had no luggage, except for the spike and the knife that Nanshan sent him, other things could basically be thrown here.
He sat on the edge of the already cold bed for a while, quietly associating with the loneliness before dawn, stayed for a while, found a half pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jacket, took it in his hands and looked around , And finally stuffed it back.
First, Chu Huan's addiction to tobacco is not too heavy. Second, he does not want to use nicotine and carbon monoxide to pollute the green mountains and waters of the Liyi people.
... and in the county town, Nanshan seemed to have made it clear that he did not like his smoking.
At this moment, a rustling voice sounded, Chu Huan raised his head, and saw the little poisonous snake crawling along his bed.
It seemed to be cold, crawling quickly on Chu Huan's arms and shoulders, drilling straight into his arms, halfway through, and hit the triangular thorns that Chu Huan folded up and hung in the trench coat. Suddenly his movements were hesitant. The little snake spit out the letter and tried it on the shell of the three-sided thorn, and then quickly evaded, circled a large circle, bypassed the military thorn, and got into Chu Huan's sleeve , A small triangular head emerged from the inside, and the probe looked at him intently.
Chu Huan: "I'm leaving now."
The size of the snake's head is larger, and it seems a little surprised.
But ... how could the snake be surprised?
Chu Huan: "Come out, or I will take you away with me in a while."
The little viper protruded half of the body hesitantly, the cold scales rubbing against the back of Chu Huan's hand, but the body wrapped his arms tightly.
Chu Huan: "What are you doing? Are you going with me?"
The little viper spit out his letter.
"No," Chu Huan reached out to catch it. "I still have to buy you a mouse, and I'm in trouble--"
This time, the sly snake grabbed his sleeve and broke the snake into a paper clip. The tail remained in Chu Huan's sleeve, and he refused to come out.
Chu Huan had a fight with it for a while. The green muscles in his hand were almost strangled by the little beast. He found that this was a snake-shaped dog skin plaster. "Let's go, anyway, it's not costly to raise such a small thing, just watch it and don't let it run around."
So he took this chic bracelet and went out with a simple suitcase.
As soon as the door opened, Chu Huan was startled—Nanshan had been waiting there for some time.
Nanshan held a snow-white horse in his hand, and there were two bamboo tubes hanging around the horse's neck.
Two people stood outside the door, and one stood in the door. No one said anything at first. At this time, it was really unnecessary to say anything.
"You ..." Nanshan's eyes fell on the luggage behind him, his jaw stretched tightly, and after a while, his throat moved slightly before he said low, "Go, I'll send you."
His long hair was neatly, looking younger, and the funny vest was put on him again, and the harmonica was still hanging around the waist in a silly way-just an extra belt.
At the sight of Nanshan, the little poisonous snake that was originally wrapped around Chu Huan's wrist and refused to go immediately softened, saying that he would not dare to continue to be a nail house, and slipped out and crawled away.
Chu Huan twitched his hand uncomfortably, feeling that the sleeves were empty and the wind was blowing in.
He didn't talk much, turned his horse, the white horse seemed to know the way, Nanshan didn't need to hold it, it would automatically follow him.
As he walked, Nanshan released the harmonica, blowing his mouth together.
Chu Huan actually had a harmonica when he was a kid, which was played by Chu Aiguo for him, but unfortunately that thing lay in his drawer for so many years, he did not know what sound came out of which hole, but Nanshan was already able to play Ye Di Played all kinds of music as skillfully.
Maybe something like music really depends on talent.
Chu Huan was always inattentive, and he listened wholeheartedly only when he listened to Nanshan's music.
The sound of Nanshan has its own rich emotions and sorrows. It has never disdained the cover of one and a half stars. It is as strong as a sip of liquor. When it sips down, the internal organs are full of excitement. Still joy, he is indeed alive.
It ’s not a walking dead, and it ’s not a mess.
The two were speechless all the way, and quickly walked past the dwellings and fruit trees, and then Nanshan led the horse and led him across the mysterious river isolated from the world.
Chu Huan couldn't help but glanced back and forth along the way, his eyes were white, and he saw nothing.
The noisy voices of the little babies in the memory became a page of auditory hallucination, flashing through his ear, Chu Huan lowered his head and saw Nanshan's dark eyes.
He was so handsome, and it was the only person in Chu Huan's life who carelessly glanced at him, and it would also be printed in his heart.
Chu Huan glanced over his lips and stayed involuntarily. After a while, he realized that Chu Huan turned a little uncomfortably away from his eyes, and felt that he would make mistakes if he continued to think like this.
He had to change his attention stiffly, and turned his love into a meaningless emotion: in a blink of an eye, he had been here for three or four months. It was really like time.
"Hey," Chu Huan reached out and knocked on Nanshan's shoulder. "Is that the wine hanging on the horse's neck?"
Nanshan took off one of the bamboo tubes, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and turned back to Chu Huan.
The two stood by the river. You swallowed the wine in a bamboo tube without a bite. Chu Huan touched the soft horse hair of the white horse and laughed: "Are you talking about me as a drunk driver?" The drunk driver was arrested once in our house, but had to be put in a small black room for half a year. "
Nanshan listened to his smooth jokes and gave no face. He neither laughed nor answered, but said bluntly: "I'm sad when you leave."
Chu Huan: "..."
His smile faded, and finally he sighed, stretched out an arm, wrapped around Nanshan's neck, and led him into his arms.
The sweet-scented osmanthus flickered from the tip of his nose like an illusion, and Chu Huan suddenly rubbed the gentleman secretly-he felt that since he had distracted thoughts, he should not be uninhibited, so he patted on Nanshan shoulder restraintly, and then Let him go and turned his horse.
"Look back, I scattered it near the last station. Will it recognize the road and come back?" White Horse paced steadily, Chu Huan randomly moved the horse's head and let it circle around Nanshan for a few times. , And then took off another barrel of wine hanging around its neck, "This will be given to me, bye."
After that, he gently nipped the horse's belly and drove the horse straight.
He walked calmly and calmly, but he never looked back.
Nanshan couldn't help but called out: "Chu Huan ..."
Chu Huan turned his back to him and waved his hand far.
There is no banquet in the world.
Nanshan always stood at the same place, watching the white horse finally leaving in dust, watching Chu Huan as he came, leaving cleanly and without any drag.
"The words of the ancestors are not necessarily true."
Nanshan heard a familiar voice behind him saying that he didn't look back, but just withdrew his eyes and looked down at his feet: "Elder."
The elder came out of the thick fog, his expression was thin and boneless, like an old monster who appeared on the scene.
"The holy book says," There is a person on the other side of the river who can communicate the past and the future and connect the present and the end. "Maybe there is, but did the teacher you are looking for say? There are 600,000 people there. . "
Among the Liyi people, the counting unit of "100 million" has exceeded their cognitive level. When the elders said it, they paused involuntarily, as if reminiscing about the shock that the unimaginable numbers brought to him: "They are men, women and children You have everything you look like. You walked to the "border" and it was only a little distance away. You just happened to meet someone and just brought it back. How could it be him? "
Nanshan bowed his head without saying a word.
"I know what you mean." The elder said, "You want to find a way out for the children, so I won't stop you, but can I lead everyone through an outsider? How small is this way out, just It's like a hair on the ground in the dark, you can't catch it. "
Nanshan didn't say anything, and didn't explain. His eyes didn't have the sharpness of many young people. There was a mountain as indestructible and impossible to shake.
He just turned around and walked back into the river, and walked back to the water.
After Chu Huan left Nanshan's sight, he was not in a hurry.
After crossing a mountain, he felt that the half barrel of wine made him a little above him, Chu Huan strangled the horse, found a big tree, and sat down to rest.
Later he simply decided to sleep under the tree.
This sleep didn't make me sleep. Chu Huan was awakened by the rustling sound of reptiles. This winter is not as cold as the north. Sometimes it can even reach more than 20 degrees. Chu Huan didn't carry any insects and snakes, so he had to be alert.
As a result, when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar little viper, spitting letter in front of him.
Chu Huan: "..."
Know people, understand people, and follow the misty river to trace this ...
Chu Huan hesitantly grabbed the little poisonous snake and raised it in front of himself and shook it: "I said, are you really a snake spirit?"
Immediately afterwards, Chu Huan heard another rapid footstep. He turned his head in surprise and saw a big pig running towards him.
That ... pig?
The pig ran close to him and slammed on the brakes, standing upright with a fearless spirit of delivering ham for thousands of miles.
Then a smooth little head was lifted from the back of the pig, with a row of small deciduous teeth, and Chu Huan showed a bright smile.
Chu Huan: "..."