The children of the Liyi tribe gave Chu Huan the impression of one word: wild.

One is that they are having fun - they usually don't have to go to school or to cram school, and they run around the mountains like big wild horses all day long.

Another one is a wild personality - this typical case is Xiaofang's flower bud girl, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and she could kill a wild boar and cried.

Their childhood was wild and they dared to be presumptuous in front of the patriarch, but such a group of wild children were collectively frightened by a slight earthquake.

The earthquake actually had a slight tremor, and it passed in a few minutes. Logically speaking, the southwest region is in the Himalayan volcanic earthquake zone, and the earth's crust has some ADHD. As long as it is not a big movement of the earth, it shouldn't be a strange thing to wander around occasionally. It's okay for the children to forget it, but the older ones don't know what an earthquake is?

What surprised Chu Huan even more was that when the ground was trembling, these children looked into the sky with a strange tacit understanding.

Is it related to some of their beliefs? Perhaps just like the ancients believed that lunar eclipse was caused by Tiangou eating the moon, the Liyi people believed that earthquakes were related to what in the sky?

So what's going on with the kind of enemy they face?

Soon, Chu Huan discovered that there were more than teenagers and children who were facing great enemies. In the evening of the day, people came very well. Chu Huan taught here very freely and casually, basically whoever wanted to come. The classroom was open anyway. Generally, young and middle-aged people from the Yi tribe usually only came half of them. Some people still have work to do, and the rest had to patrol the mountains. The fast horses raised in their tribe were used for this.

But on this day, the number of people next to Bai Shitou suddenly doubled. Some of them were supposed to patrol the mountains. These people were carrying guys on them, but they were just hidden in their pants and were not seen.

This trick can be hidden from others and Chu Huan's eyes, but his eyes swept across the mountain patrolman, just pretending not to know, and he held his Mandarin popular science lecture as usual.

Even his assistant teacher and patriarch Nanshan looked particularly serious. Chu Huan noticed that he was holding a scepter in his hand. He had seen it once at the Nanshan family, hanging with a large number of cold weapons. His appearance was so carefully crafted that it looked almost gorgeous that it was incompatible with those cold iron guys.

This form is greater than the content, Chu Huanchai may be a symbol of the identity of the patriarch.

"Shock - that's it. Vibration means earthquake, earthquake means the ground is vibrating." Chu Huan thought of what he said, and he paused and added, "It is usually caused by the movement of large stone layers underground, like wind and rain."

At this time, he heard Hua Guduo's little follower say in the Liyi tribe's earthly language: "It's not like wind and rain, it's... the door is open."

The word Chu Huan in front of the "Gate" has never been heard of, and he doesn't know what it means.

The boy quickly stretched out an adult's hand and slapped the talkative little boy.

Chu Huan pretended not to hear the boy's words, as if he ignored the weapons on the mountain patrolman, and continued his topic as if nothing had happened. However, he had already clearly felt that after the little boy said that, the atmosphere in the open space suddenly became tense.

The class that day was finished in a depressing atmosphere. Even the mountain, who was usually devoted to, seemed a little absent-minded. The people of the Liyi tribe did not stay and dance for a while as usual. They quickly dispersed silently, and the little boys who usually ran around were sent home by their parents.

Nanshan walked towards Chu Huan: "I'll accompany 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 accidentally glanced at the sky, and suddenly stopped.

That was...the full moon was like copper.

It was strange. Chu Huan couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinched his eyebrows hard. He clearly remembered that he was still a slender little crescent moon the day before.

The moon cannot be filled with air, so was he remembered it wrong?

Hallucination? Memory confusion? Or is he more crazy?

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 we explain objective natural phenomena?

“…Chu Huan?”

Nanshan called him several times before Chu Huan came to his senses: "Well, what?"

Nanshan carefully looked at his face: "Your face is a little white, are you sick?"

His hospice look reminded Chu Huan of the rumors he heard in the afternoon. He finally found a channel to divert his attention and no longer worried about whether he had hallucinations.

Chu Huan looked at Nanshan with a terrible look and wanted to ask him what he did to misunderstand, which made Nanshan feel the wrong impression that "this person is a species that can be poked to death by a tree branch." Although he had long tempered his face and put his personal image aside... For some reasons, Chu Huan still didn't really hope that his image in Nanshan would be so unheroic.

Chu Huan broke the topic of Nanshan a little stiffly, pointed to the stick in Jiannanshan's hand, and asked: "By the way, is this thing going to happen to the clan recently when you are holding this thing?"

Nanshan was stunned by his sudden questioning. After a while, he nodded hesitantly. Chu Huan could see that he was not very convenient to explain the details to him, but he was too honest and would not make excuses. He was trying hard to think about how to speak.

"Yes," Nanshan admitted after a while, "you...well, you try not to be alone recently."

Chu Huan glanced at him. Although Nanshan did not dodge or avoid it, there was a certain "don't ask" message in his eyes.

Chu Huan immediately understood the tactfulness and stopped asking for advice. He praised the patriarch of Nanshan casually: "Is the top of your thing jade or jasper? It's so green that it's so bright."

Nanshan: "Is it good-looking?"

Chu Huan nodded: "Not bad."

Generally speaking, praising something about others is actually just a connection between two people's chats and conversations. Neither the speaker nor the listener are too thoughtful, and there are few other meanings. However, Nanshan is obviously not an ordinary person.

Before Chu Huan's word "nice" fell to the ground, Nanshan's fingers had already grasped the largest gem on the scepter. His slender fingers suddenly bent into claws. Without saying a word, he directly used brute force to pull the stone down. He held the bald scepter in one hand and handed the gem in front of Chu Huan the other, and said sincerely: "That's for you."

Chu Huan: "..."

Nanshan held the stone in his hand and weighed it, suggesting: "I'll give you a hole, you can hang it around your neck."

Hanging a big gem with a fist around your neck will definitely play a vital role in cervical spondylosis.

No, the point is - this thing is a gem, right? It's not a big candy cube, right?

Chu Huan: "No, no, that's not what I mean."

Nanshan turned his head in confusion: "Don't you like it?"

Chu Huan was a little exhausted: "...No, I didn't mean that either."

The two stood opposite each other for a moment without any communication, with a piece of green stone in between. Chu Huan himself couldn't figure out what he meant.

Chu Huan smiled awkwardly and patiently explained in front of the cultural gap like a natural disaster: "On our side, we usually don't give each other such precious gifts for no reason."

Nanshan stared at Chu Huan without blinking with his ignorant and beautiful eyes, and said without hesitation: "Why? I think you are more precious."

Chu Huan was speechless again.

He could swear to the sky that he had never deliberately thought about it, but Nanshan said this seriously, which was really difficult to control. Chu Huan felt that his heart seemed to have jumped inexplicably, and he wandered around and found a bunch of garbled codes.

He opened his mouth for a long time before he kept his serious face like a gentleman, and said in a slightly dry voice: "In terms of words, we usually don't say such things... uh, these things that only say on special occasions."

"Oh, don't say that," Nanshan nodded in a daze with a little comprehension, indicating that he was taught. However, just as Chu Huan laughed and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he asked with a clear look, "What should I say if I like you very much?"

Chu Huan was choked by saliva on the spot and coughed to death.

Nanshan was very confused and looked at Chu Huan with a little embarrassed smile: "I said it wrong again."

There was a bright and bright light in his eyes. Chu Huan felt that his filth was fully reflected. He calmed down, his palms were a little soft and numb, and he took over Nanshan's scepter and gems - originally embedded at the top, but was broken down by Nanshan's teeth without any effort or weight.

Chu Huan looked at it for a moment and remembered that there was a small box of 502 glue in his body: "Let's go, I'll stick it for you, it's well-inserted, why do I break it down?"

"Nothing, that's useless," Nanshan followed him, not caring much, showing a natural rich temperament. "I'd better if you could stay forever-will you stay forever?"

Chu Huan paused when he heard this, he hesitated for a moment, and then he deviated carefully: "What do you mean by this? Things in the world are impermanent, are you right?"

If you have a difficult question to answer, just turn around in a tactful circle. Most adults can also hear the string song and know the meaning of elegance, and most of them will not ask questions again.

But Nanshan once again showed his extraordinaryness.

Nanshan asked with a frown, "Ah? What does it mean?"

Chu Huan choked for a moment, thought about his words, and found that no matter how he spoke, he was nonsense, so he had to follow the way the Nanshan clan leader spoke, and said straightforwardly like a hammer: "...it means no."

"Oh," this time it was straightforward. Nanshan was silent for a while, nodded, as if a little sad. After a while, he said, "I saw a book you gave me written something called 'airplane'. People can sit on it and fly to the clouds. Is there really a car that can fly into the sky in the 'over the river'?"

Chu Huan: "Yes, I'll invite you to sit when you have time and fly to my house to play."

Nanshan: "Where is your home?"

"My home is..." Chu Huan suddenly paused and he was stopped.

Where is his home?

He had no home, only a small apartment without a living room, and Chu Aiguo's property inherited from him. The former also had an untied cat crawler, and the latter had no one to live in for a long time. He was too lazy to rent it out.

That's just a house, a property, can it be called a home?

Nanshan smiled: "I don't know if you said it, it's far away anyway, right? I can't go, I can't leave the clan too far, but in the future... Maybe when the children in the clan grow up and learn Chinese well, I can go out with you to see the outside world."

When he said this, he had an unbearable longing, and Chu Huan swallowed the unsightly sentence "The outside world is very messy."

He let Nanshan into his yard: "Come in, I'll stick it to you...uh?"
Chapter completed!