This action made Sunda a little confused. Obviously, she seemed to be hiding something.

"Do you like singing?" asked a tall and thin chef with interest.

Heidi nodded, then shook her head again.

Heidi thought for a while and shook her head: "I don't know. Every time I'm so hungry, I'll sing with my stomach snorting, so I won't feel so hungry."

Hunger is the norm for Heidi.

In extreme hunger, I will find ways to live, even spiritual methods, whatever. The sound of my gurgling stomach sometimes makes her unable to sleep. Whenever this time, my mother will start singing and pat her belly, telling her that the gurgling sound is the sound of drums.

Shocking, vast, and majestic drum sounds like symphony.

After his mother passed away, Heidi would do this every time he was hungry. With the singing, it seemed as if his mother was still there, and it seemed that she could really resist some hunger.

She likes singing, but every time she sings, she is hungry, so when Sunda asks her if she likes singing, she nods and shakes her head.

"This is a joy in suffering, your mother is so wise." After hearing this, Sunda smiled admirably. People in the abyss can best understand how difficult it is to be such strength and optimism.

Heidi smiled slightly, her eyes as strong as her mother.

"Are you good at singing?" asked Sunda.

Heidi shook his head: "I can do a few words, just the few words my mother sang."

"What song? Sing it."

"Yes, sing it."

Several people began to make fun of each other with interest, while more people lowered their heads and ate, and they were not so interested. After all, eating enough is more important than listening to music.

Heidi became more and more nervous. She opened her mouth and her eyes flashed. This dodge made Sanda smell a little uneasy. She took a step forward and became serious: "What song?"

Heidi subconsciously wanted to retreat, but she was already leaning against the wall and had no choice but to retreat.

"What a family, a little flower." Heidi's closest person muttered, and she heard a little bit.

"Like a family, little flower?" A very old man, about fifty years old, stepped forward and looked at Heidi in a low voice: "You are singing an old folk song?"

Heidi became more and more frightened, and she waved her hand: "I don't know what song I sing, I...I..."

"You don't know what you sing, why are you so afraid?! Do you know, if the people in the government can hear this song... "

“What the hell is it?”

Older people understand what Heidi sings, while younger people don’t understand. They have been fighting here for ten years. They have no chance to hear music except for the sound of cannons. Heidi doesn’t know what song her mother sings for her. She just thinks that a few of the lyrics are particularly fond of the lyrics and the melody is also nice, so she learned them.

"Is it our folk song?"

"We are here, you sing."

"Yes, singing, I haven't heard the song for many years."

When he heard this song seemed to be a forbidden song, some young people became interested instead. They surrounded Heidi. Heidi looked at Sunda carefully. Sunda thought for a moment and nodded.

Gululu, he screamed again when he was so hungry.

Heidi smiled, patted her stomach, and sang with the rumbling sounds in her stomach. She only sang a few words, and she could only sing those words, but when she opened her voice, her voice was low.

"The Judahs, the Leozu, and the Mi people dancing barefoot beside us, we are as close as a family, we harvest the ears of wheat together, and harvest the ears of wheat together."

The thin and long sound seemed to be filled with sunshine, and the sunshine was filled with memories.

This is an ancient folk song, a folk song belonging to this area. The staff present put down their dishes and chopsticks, and looked at Heidi with something flashing in their eyes.

Among them were the Judahs, the Riozu and the Mi people.

Heidi's voice was too small, and the people standing behind could not hear it, so they instinctively pushed forward. People surrounded Heidi in the middle, and Heidi also slightly raised his voice.

"The tall ears of wheat, the glowing marble floor, and the fountain of life left by our ancestors at the fifth intersection have raised us, raised us, the Judahs, the Leozus and the Mi people."

After singing this, Heidi instinctively squinted his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Some people hummed, although many people didn't know the lyrics, but they also heard the sings of their grandfathers, and they still remembered some of the tunes.

There were some lyrics that Heidi didn't remember, but the old man filled in with a hoarse voice. For a moment, the whole kitchen filled the kitchen with low singing, and the song was still choking.

One song is over.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

Some people started crying.

"My house lives next to that well."

"I used to have many wheat fields, tall wheat ears..."

"My home..."

This ancient folk song sings the life here. The folk song is not like other songs. The lyrics are very simple and describe the simple life here. This passion that comes from life can infect anyone outside, and can also infect the group of people who are in the war zone and experience the destruction of their families.

Especially Heidi's voice, although she sang it so well, and even had a little out of tune, her voice was not natural, but her voice was stubborn and unyielding, conveying the vitality of this folk song perfectly.

In a dilemma, when you are powerless, singing can bring happiness to people, but only singing can bring happiness to people.

"This is the song left by my mother. It turns out to be a folk song belonging to all of us. It's great, this is our song!" Heidi opened her eyes, her stomach still rumbling, and she laughed.

"Yes, this is our song." The old man smiled and then became serious. He looked at Heidi: "But, this song cannot be sung outside. Now there are wars outside. It is said that it is the internal discord between the three ethnic groups and the religious discord caused conflicts. You cannot sing it, do you know?"

"We three ethnic groups have been together for hundreds of years, so how can there be any discord? Our folk songs can testify to us! Their bandits are not for underground minerals!"

"That's it! I heard this melody when I was very young, and it turns out that the lyrics are like this."

Several young people became angry, but they did not dare to be too flamboyant. Their voices were very low, but their fists were clenched tightly.

"What a song. I haven't heard it for many years. Thank you, Heidi." The old man walked up and touched her head. Then he turned his head and looked at his plate. After thinking about it, he took an empty plate and put it on her hand, turned around, took out a piece of meat from his plate and put it on Heidi's plate.

"Eat, kid." The old man sighed pitifully: "Are you hungry?"

Heidi looked at the old man in surprise and looked at Sunda again. The meat was on her plate, but she didn't dare to move. Anyone who was deducted points would have nothing to eat. This is the rule.

"Eat it, I'll give you some too."

"You are still young, and you have to eat some vegetables besides meat."

"Come on, give you corn."

People picked up some of the things in their plates and put them on Heidi's plates. They had Judah, Riozu and Mi people, and they were as close as a family.

It was just the war that later made them kill each other.

You killed my father, I killed your uncle, he killed my bride. The human-accumulated hatred makes people forget that they were originally close to their family for hundreds of years, before the minerals were discovered.

Soon, Heidi's plate began to fill up, but she still didn't dare to eat it and looked at Sunda timidly.

I saw Sunda with a dark face and watching what happened, anyone who was deducted points would have no food to eat. It is said that without rules, there is no order, and without rules, it is difficult to manage.

She set this rule

Sunda walked towards Heidi with a dark face and stood in front of her without saying a word. The people around him who gave Heidi food lowered their heads. For a moment, the whole room became quiet.

The old man wanted to say something, but was immediately stopped by the people around him.

Sunda looked around and said softly: "Old folk song?"

No one answered around, only a few people nodded subconsciously.

"Our folk song?" Sunda asked again, as if he asked everyone, and seemed to tell him. This time, no one had any movement, and he didn't know what Sunda meant, so he didn't dare to speak again.

"You're out of tune." Sunda still looked at Heidi with a dark face.

Heidi was very afraid of being stared at by her. She quickly put the plate full of food aside, looked down at her toes, and said tremblingly: "My mother...my mother sang like this, but she couldn't sing it all..."

"It turns out that your mother teaches it out of tune and it sings so badly."

Heidi lowered her head and dared not speak anymore.

The air in the whole room seemed to condense. Everyone's excitement and touch just now disappeared, replaced by nervousness, looking at Heidi with regret.

Sunda is the head of the house here, Heidi is a newcomer, and it is normal for him to be driven away if he loses points and makes a mistake.

At this time, Heidi didn't know what she would bring to her after singing this old folk song that belongs to the common ones of the three nations. She closed her eyes tightly, her heart almost jumped out of her mouth, and her head was covered in sweat in an instant.

Don't be driven away, don't be driven away! Heidi shouted in his heart.

Please, don't drive me away! God, bless me, don't drive me away! Heidi begged hard in his heart.

Her stomach was rumbling and frantically, but she forgot about her hunger, and instead was afraid that the rumbling sound would make God unable to hear her prayer.

"Eat a little bit, is it because you are not full? You don't have the strength to sing?" Sanda's voice came like a sound of nature. Heidi suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing that there was no half-sad smile on the corner of her mouth, there was something shiny in her eyes. She put a big chicken leg on her plate on Heidi's plate.

He looked up and looked at Heidi: "My mother sang for me, she sang it well. Next time you sing it, sing it more accurately. Ask everyone, make the lyrics and other correct. This is a folk song of our country and our dream."

Swish...

Heidi's eyes burst into tears.

Somehow, the people around him also had their eyes red.

This happened many years ago in our country, and now it is divided and there is no peace anymore. People in the world are talking about the blood and hatred of these three major ethnic groups, but folk songs will not lie.

This old folk song that remains will not lie, witnesses the peaceful and beautiful years of the three major ethnic groups in the past, and records the years when this place was once a country.

At this time, Heidi didn't know what she would bring to her if she sang this old folk song that belongs to the common three ethnic groups, besides this meal, whether it was good or bad.

Is it a free or a permanent cage?

Death or living.

She didn't know anything, but just nodded firmly.
Chapter completed!