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Chapter 12
In the settlement of the Liyi people, there are many houses that have been vacated due to various reasons. Nan Shan asked Chu Huan to choose randomly, but there was one, not the side along the river near the forest.
Nan Shan didn't explain the reason, and Chu Huan didn't ask. Since crossing the river, he has always felt a sense of awe for this place for no reason.
Believe in your own judgment when you have a judgment, and your intuition when you don't have a clear judgment-so Chu Huan decisively obeyed his sixth sense.
Besides, the girls here are so industrious, maybe before dawn they will go to the river to wash and rinse. A group of sturdy old middle-aged and young women are talking and laughing, maybe better than the square dance old lady. The power is still great, one day you open the window and you can easily see some restricted lenses...
You know, the restricted levels in the real world are not too charming, and most of them belong to people who can't wait to goug a dog's eye.
Even if Nan Shan didn't mention it, he would not choose the riverside.
Chu Huan rode his horse around and resolved his residence very quickly-he took a fancy to an old house that was solitary.
It is said that the house used to be an old man. The old man’s lifespan was as solid as a rock. He died of his wife and children, and his grandchildren. Finally, his great-grandson died. He reluctantly said goodbye to the world when he watched his death. There is no successor. As time passed, his house was returned to the clan, and he passed the patriarch's decision and gave it to Chu Huan.
This place is full of high-end and atmospheric single-family villas. Chu Huan looked around and couldn't help but feel a bit bitter. He had done so long and lifeless activities for the country and the people, and in the end he was only allocated a small apartment like a cat's nest. Half a day is not as spacious as the staff dormitory of the village teacher.
However, after entering the house, Chu Huan didn't think it was extravagant at all. This house is indeed a ghost house that has been vacant for many years. It is veritably impoverished and so clean that bats are too lazy to pick up the windows. The height is by no means comparable to ordinary villas and villas-it looks like a small second floor from the outside, but when you walk in, you will find it is one floor, and it is still one room without halls... I am afraid he will not be able to get rid of one room without halls in his life. The standard of accommodation.
Gee, the life of a poor ghost.
Looking up, Chu Huan could see through the skylight a cloudless sky, hundreds of years old trees... and a volleyball ball on the tree.
Chu Huan's eyes condensed quickly-this height is close to six or seven meters, right?
The child squatting on the branch raised Chu Huan’s gaze, and immediately called friends and acquaintances, the wind screamed tightly, and the leader jumped down first. The breeze blew by and the fart curtain fluttered. That's great.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed a tree branch underneath. After a couple of flicks, he disappeared. The remaining few followed suit. They lined up to start the tree-jumping movement, and they all fell safely in twos and threes. Ground.
Chu Huan: "..."
This monkey in Guidi looks like a human.
In daily life, Chu Huan is quite able to make do, he can live wherever cockroaches can live. On the contrary, Nan Shan was afraid that he would be wronged, so he quickly gathered a group of people to clean up the house for him. The big men stood in a row, alive and well like a wall of people. They grinned and grinned at Chu Huan in unison, and formed a great white shark ranger on the spot.
Chu Huan himself passively experienced the life of a young master with "ten fingers not touching the spring water". He stood idly aside and couldn't get his hands in. Little Fang ran over with a tsunami and dragged him to the flat ground in front of the patriarch's house. On, accept the welcome ceremony.
Welcome ceremonies all over the world have similarities. The basic elements are the four main points of "singing, dancing, drinking and eating meat".
The custom of the Liyi people is that men dance and women sing. The dance is very enthusiastic. In Chu Huan’s eyes, there are two types of dance in the world, one is "circling", the other is "jumping", and Liyi The dance of the tribe belongs to the "Bumping" series.
The feeling of dozens of five-big and three-thick men jumping around together is as if the earth is trembling, playing a certain natural drumbeat, and the visual effect is almost shocking.
Chu Huan didn’t know what words the women sang. He probably meant nothing more than "Welcome, warm welcome". He just felt that the sound was unusually clear, beautiful, and very penetrating. If it was pressed and smoothed, somebody poured a bowl of wine into the broken bowl in his hand. This time the wine had no medicinal aroma and smell, and it was strong and spicy.
Sinking autumn water, the sky is high.
Chu Huan originally avoided such a noisy occasion, but at this moment, although the people around him are noisy, as long as Nan Shan does not speak with him to practice oral Chinese, he will not understand a word, because he cannot communicate, so he He found a feeling that was close to "quiet in trouble", the human voice was no different from the bird's voice, and there was still only one person in his world.
When Yellow Cloud Cangshan went down to the wine, Chu Huan was actually somewhat contented.
Nan Shan stayed silently by his side. He was sitting here. The others didn’t dare to be too presumptuous. They naturally separated their seats by a small area. Only Little Fang stayed with the patriarch for a long time. , Not too taboo, ran over holding the bowl of the sea, grabbed Chu Huan's arm under the envious eyes of everyone, and wanted to touch the edge of the bowl with him.
Chu Huan: "Come on, Little Fang, do it."
After he finished speaking, he immediately said what he said. He raised the bowl and gulped it down.
Little Fang was not to be outdone, and drank with one sip, as if drunk happily, let go of his throat and laughed, and stretched out a tooth-printed slap at Chu Huan.
As soon as Chu Huan watched his movements, he immediately felt alive, and tacitly slammed his palm with him. The opponent squeezed his hand hard and shook it twice.
Little Fang thumped his chest and yelled, "Alan Wu——"
Chu Huan looked at Nan Shan, and Nan Shan explained: "Good friend."
After that, Nan Shan thought for a while, and couldn't help asking, "What do you call him?"
chu hu press: "little fang."
Nan Shan: "What do you mean?"
Chu Huan plucked a flower from the grass and put it under Nan Shan's nose: "Flower, floral fragrance."
Nan Shan stared at the delicate flower blankly, showing a very science fiction expression on his face for the first time.
Little Fang probably thought Chu Huan was complimenting himself, holding his shoulders and shouting and jumping.
However, the young patriarch slapped, calmly looking at the guest he invited back-the man had very neat short hair, and the bridge of his nose had lenses that were brighter than crystal, which looked white and weak.
They are different from head to toe.
He is even different from the few "over the river" people that Nan Shan has ever had in contact with. Whether he squinted his eyes and looked at an unknown place or moved his mouth lazily with a smile, he brought "over the river". What people don’t have.
Nan Shan didn't know how to describe it. In short, as soon as he saw this person, he felt that everyone else in the world was so simple at a glance, and suddenly there was no hierarchy.
"Chu Huan," Nan Shan silently read his name unskillfully, "He is willing to go to places like us where no one wants to come. He must be a very good person."
Chu Huan didn't know that he had received a good person card unknowingly, and his ups and downs as a rural teacher began.
The place where the class was held was in the open space where they sang and danced. The guy in the clan found a huge white stone supporting it from nowhere, and found him a black carbon rod, which he can use when he needs it. When writing, Little Fang squatted by the stone, very well-trained, as long as the stone was filled with writing, he would rush to wipe it clean without being told.
It’s a pity that this person is serious about erasing the blackboard, but he is only half-knowledgeable in class. Sometimes Chu Huan didn’t finish speaking, and half of it got stuck in his throat, and he rushed to wipe it. Every time Chu Huan had to stop, Smiling and wiping his glasses, I wanted to beat him very much. I was struggling to create a graceful image for a long time, and it was not easy to do it-but someone would do it for him. Another young man who looked like a guard next to Nan Shan was very good at beating Little Fang.
The young man's name was "what, so much". Listening to Nan Shan's translation, it means "glistening cliff". The idea of naming the Liyi people is very curious. Chu Huan can't imagine how the cliff sparkles. He fell once. , Full of shadows on the cliff, so he simplified his name to "Dashan".
great mountain is a young man who is less than twenty years old, but he has grown a tall body. He usually sits there awkwardly and awkwardly, but he studies harder than anyone else, so he is particularly annoyed by Little Fang, a shit stick. When Little Fang interrupted, he flew over with a sole.
Later, great mountain had developed a conditioned reflex of seeing Chu Huan rubbing his glasses and then looking for something to throw Little Fang.
Since Nan Shan knows a few words and speaks a few words, other people are completely unable to communicate with Chu Huan, so the patriarch needs to be on the side in class and translate the words taught by Chu Huan into the Liyi people’s own language. At that time, even the patriarch could not translate, and teachers and students had to stop and communicate repeatedly.
Chu Huan’s students include the whole village. The patriarch cannot be teaching assistants all day long, and it is impossible for adults to stay away from work all day long. Therefore, the teaching time is only in the evening, which is less than an hour. Work is very easy.
Chu Huan’s original welcome speech started with "children", but when he arrived at the scene that day, the real children were not the mainstream composition of his students. His words turned witty and became: "Children ——"
Nan Shan tried his best to teach others to call "teacher", but the pronunciation of the word "old" was not easy for beginners. Everyone was rushing to learn, and Chu Huan waved his hand: "What kind of teacher? Just call it'Da Wang Da Wang'."
These two words are simple, and you will learn them once you learn them. Suddenly, the voices of "big king" are one after another.
Chu Huan’s face was serious and calm, and he completely inherited the essence of Mr. Chu Aiguo’s serious "teasing you play". He started from counting and teaching nonchalantly, so that a few years later, the simple and kind-hearted people of the Liyi tribe thought that the "big king" was "Teacher" means.
One month passed so fast, Chu Huan would only show up on time every day when he was in class. At other times of the day, the dragon would never see the end.
Except for sleeping, Chu Huan seldom goes back to his house, because when he looks up, he can always find a few bare-ass monkey kids sitting on the big tree branches peeping at him.
In the morning, he usually wakes up before dawn and travels around the mountains and rivers to do basic physical training. Chu Huan doesn't think he is the kind of self-blaming and self-suffering person. He thinks that his problem is probably due to physical reasons, so he insists He set a schedule and training for himself. At the beginning, there seemed to be something in his body to prevent him from persecuting himself. When the situation was bad, he would have a headache and want to poke himself with a knife. At this time, he can only rely on Chu. The ring Aiguo gave him reminded himself over and over again to promise the old man's promise.
After a short breath, he will go to Nan Shan to sit for a while, listening to him playing the flute or chatting with him for a few days, Chu Huan feels that he can absorb a lot of precious vitality.
Due to language barriers, no one in the Liyi clan, except for the patriarch Nan Shan, can talk to Chu Huan, which indirectly makes the image of the patriarch more brilliant.
When Chu Huan can’t be found, the older children will lead the younger ones and play a game every day—find "The King".
This has become a fun adventure. Even if they find Chu Huan, they are not as embarrassed to come to him and talk, but if they find it once, they can go back and brag with their friends for a long time.
It's a pity that, except for Chu Huan's appearance by himself, none of the boys can successfully uncover him.
However, even though Chu Huan didn't inquire and was not curious, as time went by, all the unusual things of the Liyi Clan inevitably ran into his eyes.