"If Roger agrees, I will not object." This is An Luo's bottom line.

"Thank you, An Luo."

"Come up and have a sleep, eldest brother won't be back soon."

Anson returned the next morning.

Roger woke up as soon as Anson's fingertips touched Roger's face.

"Did I wake you up?" Anson asked softly.

"No, it's dawn, I should get up too." Roger lifted the soft blanket on his body, and Anson thoughtfully handed over the clothes beside him.

"Where did you go yesterday? And why are you so chatty?"

"I went to the seaside salt field to dig some salt and came back. It was delayed for a while when it rained. Today, I saw that the rough berries on the small slope behind the house were all red. I picked some and washed them and put them on the table outside. Come on, if you can't finish it, I'll make jam for you."

"Okay. I'll take a look." Roger replied with a smile, Anson felt very wrong today.

Before he could get down, An Sen stretched his arms and hugged him.

Roger didn't resist, as there was hot liquid running down the back of his neck.

"Roger, what do you like? Say it and I'll find it for you." There are so many things hidden in this man's heart that he can't touch. Can't get close to this person's heart. The general females in the tribe liked to eat and play, they gave them away, and Roger accepted it with a smile, but they didn't really like it much in their hearts, they all understood. But apart from these, they really don't know what else to give.

"No, you have already given me a lot." Roger patted him on the back. Compared with modern people, people's minds are much simpler, and they only express their feelings in an almost clumsy way of constantly sending things. . They are doing well, but their hearts are not there. He has always believed that An Sen is the strongest person in the family. He has to take care of his family, work hard in the tribe, and also think about finding his runaway younger brother. He is nineteen years old, and he is still a big kid in modern times, but An Sen is already there. Raised a family.

"Anson, you've been doing really well, really." Roger sighed and dropped a kiss on his face.

An Sen's body was shocked, his ears were red, he turned his back and wiped the corners of his eyes embarrassedly, his face smiled again, and said happily: "Roger, when do you want to go to the forbidden area next time? I'm ready to prepare things." Luo Jie is only very happy every time he goes to the forbidden area to find something.

"Well, it's autumn, after the rainy season." Roger kept his eyes closed, afraid that they would stop him. He never told the truth. It was the same excuse he used to go to the forbidden area to find things.

"Okay." Anson happily agreed, Roger was just happy, the rest of the forbidden area didn't want to go, but with him and An Luo, um, maybe one more.

Ambu and Anluo didn't sleep well for the past two days. When they woke up, they heard Anson and Roger talking in another room. Ambu took the initiative to go to the kitchen to cook, while Anluo went to the rough plain to find a must-have every morning. The little guy who can't see the figure, today is a sunny day. The sun shines on the rough ground, which is dazzling and dazzling, and a rainbow appears in the air.

The matter was settled for the time being, and Anbu also understood that Ansen and Anluo's promise was not without reluctance, but he thought that if the four of them could be together in the future, they should be happy.

Since talking to Anson that day, Roger is still cold and indifferent to the people in the tribe, but there are signs of reconciliation at home.

In the middle of this, there was another incident that completely broke the family and the patriarch. In the Shòu tribe, although the patriarch was not an absolute authority, it was not something that anyone could challenge. The origin of the incident originated from Anluo. Anluo was the only snow leopard in the Leopard tribe, and gave birth to a face that was even more beautiful than most females, which made some people in the tribe feel unbearable. Including the two shòu brothers who played well with Yishun. Later, one day Yishun and those two wanted to use Qiáng while An Luo was alone on the rough plain, and they ended up in a situation of one death and three injuries. Unfortunately, the one who died happened to be Yishun, the son of the patriarch. Now, let alone the patriarch passing the throne to his son, there is no one left for old age.

In the tribe, the shòu people compete with each other, and private fights are common, but there is a rule that the life of the clan must not be hurt. The old priest who came out of the temple also invited to go, saying that he wanted to use An Luo to sacrifice to the gods.

An Luo was locked in the dungeon below the temple, Anbu went to beg the old priest, and took Roger to see him secretly at night.

"An Luo." Ambu stayed on top to catch the wind, and Roger came down with a torch by himself, carrying a basket of food and some clothes and blankets in his hand.

"Why did you come by yourself, Roger? Be careful, I'll support you." The steps were steep, and An Luo ran up from the corner.

"Are all the wounds on your body bandaged?" Going down to the ground, there was nothing here, it was cool, An Luo hugged Roger and sat on his lap.

"It's okay, my injuries are relatively minor. The old priest helped me wrap it up. It was them who were seriously injured. If I knew this, they should have been killed."

Roger was startled, he had never seen An Luo like this, he remembered An Luo as a shy but kind-hearted person, those people were really deceiving, "Don't be like this, An Luo, because they don't. worth it."

"Am I dying, Roger?" He knew the meaning of offering sacrifices to the gods, that is, throwing people into the bottomless dòng on the back mountain.

"No, we will all save you. Besides, it was their fault first." An Luo ate, Roger helped him sort out the bloodstained, tangled hair, and the clothes on his body were all torn.

"It's fine even if I can't go out, Roger, I'm not afraid of death at all." It's just that I can't bear to part with you, or Xia, as well as Big Brother and Big Brother Ambu.

An Luo didn't say anything later, and Roger also understood. So when his head came over, Roger just twitched his eyelashes slightly, and finally chose to close his eyes. At this time, An Luo needed comfort, what he wanted, he could give.

"How is An Luo?" Ambu hurriedly asked when he saw Roger coming up.

Roger pulled his collar and said, "God is not bad, and the wound has stopped bleeding. We brought so many things, and he ate them all."

"That's good, let's go back, don't let anyone see it." He wouldn't ask about the bruises on Roger's neck.

It's so late, Anson is still asking people to help. When Roger was taking a bath, he touched his neck, it hurt and itchy. This An Luo, I wanted to give you a kiss. I didn't expect him to get excited. Even the neck was gnawed.

In order to save An Luo, the family united unprecedentedly, and it was at this time that Roger really realized that he was also a part of this family.

Ansen has many friends, and he has gradually gained prestige in the tribe in the past two years. The sweet potatoes and potatoes that Anbu brought back also found an opportunity to taste them, and promised to try them at home and share them in the future. The people of the tribe, the ceramics fired by the kiln have been cracked one after another, and the number of finished products has dropped again and again. The people of the tribe are used to light pottery, and let them use heavy stone tools. No one wants to, and this In the two-year tribal market, the Leopards exchanged pottery and other tribes for a lot of practical items. They talked about the solution to the broken pottery. Roger only said that he had sorted out some clues, but he was slow to announce the results. The matter was here, and everyone understood what was going on as soon as they closed the door and thought about it. The methods of sticks and sweet dates were used in turn, and they quickly achieved results. There were more and more voices in the tribe against the patriarch's handling. Under the deliberate guidance of some people, in the end, everyone even thought that An Luo could fight three against one another. In the tribe of Shòu people who advocate power, they are simply warriors. Such warriors can be the patriarch. How can you say so easily? Worship the gods?

With the efforts of the whole family, An Luo was successfully released a month later and became the successor of the patriarch. He will officially take over as the patriarch on the day of the festival.

"How could this be?" An Luo himself was stunned, and things had turned so drastically.

"Thanks to Roger's good idea." Anson said with a smile, good people and bad people are all made by their own family members, and they also found a large group of helpers to spread the news.

"I can't do it myself, I can only play a bad guy." Roger raised his glass, and the three of them on the table followed along with a big glass. Ambu's freshly brewed fruit wine was accompanied by the fragrance of the bamboo tube. very nice.

Noon is the family reunion dinner, and in the evening, I cook ròu to reward the friends who helped me this time. Mallow and Zhu Xi also came. Zhu Xi liked Anbu before. Even if it doesn't matter now, he looks at Anbu more carefully than others, so he quickly noticed that An Luo's eyes fell from time to time. On Roger, and this kind of vision is not what he should have when looking at his brother's wife, he has never seen such Anbu, from the bottom of his eyes to the brows are full of softness and love, but Roger's attitude, how to say Well, I'm not very close, I don't know, or I don't care at all?

After this turmoil, life has returned to its previous calm. If there is a change, it may be more tolerant and cherishing of each other, the relationship between the three and Roger has also improved a lot, and the occasional intimacy with Anson and An Luo Behavior, Roger is not as repulsive as before, as for Ambu, he is still working hard. Everything is going in a good direction.

After the rainy season, the weather was good every day. Xia asked Suri to take care of it. The four of them went to the forbidden area again. Anson and Anluo still thought that Roger was looking for something that was lost. Only Anbu understood that Roger was Looking for his way home, he still didn't want to stay here, and in order to leave, he could even abandon Xi Ya without hesitation.

"Even if you don't like An Sen and An Luo, Xia is your child, isn't it? How can you bear to treat him like that?" Anbu chased Roger over, there was a very shallow stream in the woodland, it should be The rainwater is collected and changes with the seasons. The rainy season has passed, and now there is only a small section of water left.

When she came to the forbidden area last year, Xi Ya had just learned to call her father. This year, Xi Ya has been able to say fluently: Father come back early and take me home to sleep. Roger's movement of sipping water stopped, and the part of his heart hurt as if someone had dug it out. It was a child he gave birth to as a man and was eight months pregnant. How could it not hurt?

"I know you don't want to, Roger, don't go, okay? Stay, we'll treat you well." Ambu thought he was crying and pulled up, only to find that Roger's eyes were still clear and bright Yes, no fluctuations.

"You? Even if I don't go, what's your business?" Roger asked coldly. He had already deliberately suppressed it, so why did this person bring it up. "I... like you, Roger." The first time he said this to someone, Ambu felt a little uncomfortable, but as soon as the words came out, the rest went much smoother, "I liked it a long time ago, in the snowy mountains. Will you let me stay by your side when you live there?"

It can only be said that the timing of Anbu's choice was wrong. Roger's mind is now full of the tug-of-war between going home and here. This alone is enough to make him exhausted. How can he think about Anbu's feelings, so Roger made a decisive decision. Rejection is logical, "Impossible, you should give up early."

Seeing Ambu stunned on the ground, Roger turned around and left. He could give up any child, and there was nothing he couldn't give up. No one could change his determination to go home. But before Roger took a few steps, he felt his body light up and fell into Ambu's arms.

"What are you talking about? Are you planning to come?" Roger glanced at him with a bad tone.

"My feet are swollen, aren't they? Even if you don't like me, you'll have to travel tomorrow." Being rejected by Roger without hesitation, of course there will be loss, but it's not enough to just give up.

Ambu put Roger on the stone beside the stream, squatted down, and helped him take off his shoes and socks. No matter how tanned Roger's skin was, it was much whiter than the females in the tribe, and his feet were not big enough. hold it.