My eyes are deep, do you understand? Why is the statue hollowed out?

My lips are sexy. Do you understand? Why does the statue look like a sausage hanging?

My nose is Gao Ting. Do you understand Gao Ting? Why is the statue like a vaulting equipment?

...

After repeated comparisons and verifications from him, Pan Ting firmly believed that this piece of wood coated with banana peel must have nothing to do with him.

"You are it, it is you." A timid voice rang out.

"Boy, think it through and reply..." The fierce questioning silently lowered the volume when he saw the person clearly, and the face that was too similar to the person in his memory aroused the warmth in his heart. Pan Ting waved to him: "Come here, what's your name?"

The man approached carefully under the envious eyes of others.

Looking up close is much clearer than a hurried look outside the tribe. His nose is taller, his lips are thinner, his chin is a little pointed, and his forehead is a little wider. The most similar one is his eyes, both with double eyelids, like his nephew, with a silly look. This alone has increased the face of three-minutes to seven.

"What's your name?" Pan Ting asked word by word.

"Name... word?" the man tilted his head and thought.

"Big nephew." The tall man inserted | in.

Pan Ting asked curiously: "What's his dad's name?"

The tall man pointed at himself: "My...name? Big Piece."

"…It's good to use the same tribe with the same format." Pan Ting praised against his will.

More and more people gathered around, including the old and young, the men and the women, the beautiful and ugly, both beautiful and the ugly. They surrounded them several times inside and outside. Pan Ting was accidentally circled in the center.

"You..." As soon as he said two words, he saw Damaizi raise his hand, stretch out two fingers, and compare the word V.

"Ao!" Except for Pan Ting, everyone made a cheering sound.

Pan Ting looked left and right a little uncomfortable.

"God!" As Damaizi's fingers shrank one by one, the tribe made a shocking roar.

Through his eldest nephew's pious and excited face, Pan Ting seemed to see another simple face more than two hundred years ago. His eyes were a little wet, and he silently lowered his head.

Although the tribe left the wooden house and walked into the stone house, the custom of building a high platform was preserved. There were suddenly bursts of explosions on two platforms nearly ten meters long.

Pan Ting shook for a moment and looked closely. It seemed that someone was pricking something with a wooden awl. Every time he pricked it, he made a blast.

"Bang bang." Damaizi introduced loudly in his ear.

The southeast suddenly became a commotion, and the crowd spontaneously made way. Several gray-bearded Guangrong tribe members pushed something out together and pushed it closer. Only then did Pan Ting realize that this was an improved car, with two wheels in front and back, and the chair was a concave disc, and it was cleaved with two holes and stretched its feet. It should be smooth and stable when riding, but I don’t know if the turn is good or not.

The old man with the whitest beard brought the car to Pan Ting. Another man gave him a wooden sign, which was painted with banana yellow paint, and the words were engraved on it. Pan Ting recognized it as his nephew's handwriting at a glance. The words he wrote always liked to pour to the right. Only the word "Shen" was positive, horizontally, vertically and sideways, as if he was controlling their straightness with his life.

There were many words engraved on the wooden sign, and Pan Ting believed that he taught it himself. From the first class to the last class, he thought there were not many, and it was only when he was so densely packed on the same wooden board that he felt it was impressive.

The last line is special, smaller than the previous word, not that it is not that it cannot be written, because there is a large piece of blank space below. Pan Ting doesn't know how to learn the traces, but he can see that the person who writes is desperately trying to write well and is very shy.

There are only five characters, but each is worth a thousand gold.

God, I like you.

"For you." The eldest nephew carefully held up Pan Ting's hand and gently placed it on the handle of the car when he saw that he didn't object.

Pan Ting sniffed and looked up at the sky.

The tall man said, "Nephew... die, I'll give it to you."

What's the point of death for him?

Pan Ting pulled the corner of his mouth, but the big tears fell.

People immediately started to "Oh" in shock.

Pan Ting: "..." He was stared at by so many people and couldn't even cry. He sighed and wiped away his tears with his hands: "What's going on with your language? Why are you getting worse and worse after so many years? I still have many things to ask you, but I don't know how to speak."

The tall man pointed to the southeast and said happily: "Get out."

Pan Ting: "..."

Although he soon knew that the tall man's "get out" meant "go", Pan Ting still felt deeply hurt inside. He patted the tall man's head in depression. The tall man not only did not feel sad, but laughed happily.

The eldest nephew and others looked at it very jealous, and they all reached out and shouted loudly to the southeast: "Get out."

"Go roll!"

After saying that, they stretched their heads.

Pan Ting: "..."

After touching the oil from his hands, Pan Ting finally entered a large stone house in the southeast corner. There was a brazier in each corner of the stone house. Coupled with the sunshine outside, it was bright inside.

As soon as he entered, he was attracted by the wooden boards hanging on the walls of the stone house. He also kept the paint, but not the characters, but the paintings were drawn one by one. The paintings were simple, but they were quite stylish, much better than characters.

Pan Ting followed the tall man and started looking from the left.

In the empty cave in reality, many naked people appeared. Men and women all had them. They looked at each other in surprise, touched themselves, touched each other, and played with each other. Then, a person wearing clothes appeared. The symbol of the word "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "similar" not "simil

The tall man saw him stop and pointed to the word and said, "God."

Pan Ting said in surprise: "God? Who wrote it?"

"Nephew." said the tall man in a respectful tone.

Pan Ting was speechless. Has he excreted all the things he taught him? Mingming, he learned all the other words he taught well.

He continued to look at the painting, the appearance of the fire, the matching of men and women, the fire, and after seeing himself leaving, the Glorious Clan waited hard for the deformed word "God" every day, and then, a car appeared... A group of people prayed around the person lying on the cave platform. The word "nephew" was written above the surrounded person.

Pan Ting stretched out his finger and gently stroked the person surrounded by the middle.

"God." The eldest nephew called softly.

"Huh?" Pan Ting turned around absent-mindedly, and a banana-yellow wooden stick appeared in front of him. The stick was about 35 centimeters long and had a human head carved at one end. Judging from the appearance, it looked 700 to 80% similar to the statue outside.

The gray-bearded old man excitedly held the wooden stick and handed it to him.

The statue outside is him, so the head on this wooden stick is also him?

Although I know they are kindness and a symbol, the feeling of looking at their heads stuck on a piece of wood... Why is it so strange? It's like a flower-faced ice cream.

Pan Ting: "..."

The wooden stick was finally handed to his hands.

Pan Ting held the wooden stick and looked at him with a look of his eyes, feeling a little helpless. After a long time, he finally thought of raising the wooden stick.

"God!"

A huge cheer came out from the room, and soon infected outside, and even louder cheers erupted.

Pan Ting poked the head of the wooden stick and smiled, turned his head to look at the wooden board, which happened to be the scene of his nephew building a car in the moonlight, and his eyes suddenly softened.

Thank you for coming to my life when I was most lost, illuminating my life and leaving such hot traces.

That night, the tribe held a grand bonfire dinner, and the tribe members gathered around the statue, dancing with light drums.

This is really a creative race. In more than two hundred years, it has carved and painted, and even formed its own language system. Pan Ting listened to them having a warm conversation in words that looked like dialects, and he felt both sad and proud in his heart. He felt sad and proud of his failure in teaching and was also proud of their self-taught success.

He chatted with the tall man for a while and knew that the white beard was the current chief and the tall man was the next officer, but he never explained why the Gaowu clan and the Ice Snow clan were here.

A piece of meat was handed to him. Pan Ting looked at his eldest nephew's look of anticipation, and his heart moved and touched his face.

The eldest nephew rolled on the ground excitedly.

Pan Ting watched the flesh fall with helpless eyes, his hands hanging in the air and had no time to withdraw: "..."

A soft branch suddenly stretched out from the crowd, caught up in Pan Ting's body and quickly retracted.

The tribe's people disappeared after hearing Pan Ting's "ah" sound, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

After a while, the tall man slowly said, "The god of gods, Xigui Lisaiasia (the gods are often elusive)."

The tribesmen were silent for a while and then rejoiced again.

Pan Ting was dragged not far from the tribe. The wind blew the back of his neck sore. When he saw the green hair appear, he said angrily: "Will your head rotate 360 ​​degrees when you have a mental illness? Why do you play with sperm after you have nothing to do?"

Green hair frozes, and Sa'er's voice appears from behind him: "Do you want to know what happened to the Glorious Clan?"

"I won't beg you, nor will I negotiate with you? I already know what I want to know." Pan Ting was unmoved.

Sa'er grabbed his shoulder and turned him over: "I don't like looking at the back of my head when I speak."

Pan Ting said: "Poke blind yourself, you will find that everything you don't like to see has disappeared spontaneously."

Sa'er raised his hand and lay a round metal bean on his palm: "It will help you understand what they say."

"real?"

"Yeah, but..."

Pan Ting quickly picked up the metal beans and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowed them, and stuck out his tongue to show him: "Thank you."

Sa'er looked at him calmly: "Is it delicious?"

"It's simply refreshing and delicious." It swallowed so quickly, who knows the taste!

“It’s used to plug the ears.”
Chapter completed!