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My eyes are deep, deep understand?Why are the statues hollowed out?

Your own lips are sexy, sexy understand?Why is there a sausage hanging from the statue?

My nose is tall, does Gao Ting understand?Why are statues like vaulting equipment?

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After repeated comparisons and verifications by himself, Pan Ting firmly believed that this piece of wood painted with banana peel paint had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"You, it's it, it's you." A timid voice sounded.

"Stinky boy, think clearly before answering..." The menacing question silently lowered the volume when he could clearly see the appearance of the visitor, and the face that was too similar to the person in his memory aroused the warmth in his heart.Pan Ting waved at him: "Come here, what's your name?"

The man approached cautiously under the envious eyes of others.

A closer look is much clearer than a hasty glance from outside the tribe.His nose is relatively high, his lips are relatively thin, his chin is a bit pointed, and his forehead is a bit wide. The most similar thing is his eyes, both of which are double eyelids, just like his nephew's, with a naive look.Just this point increases the face of the three-point image to seven points.

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

"Name... word?" The man tilted his head thinking.

"Eldest nephew." The tall man cut in.

Pan Ting asked curiously, "What's his father's name?"

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

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

More and more people gathered around, old and young, men and women, beautiful and ugly, neither beautiful nor ugly, surrounded several times inside and out.Pan Ting was caught in the center by accident.

"You..." As soon as he said two words, Damaizi raised his hand, stretched out two fingers, and made a V sign.

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

Pan Ting looked left and right uncomfortably.

"Shenshen!" As Big Maizi retracted his fingers one by one, the tribe let out an earth-shattering roar.

Through the pious and excited face of his eldest nephew, Pan Ting seemed to see another simple face more than 200 years ago. His eyes were a little moist, and he lowered his head silently.

Although the tribe moved from the wooden house to the stone house, the custom of building a high platform was preserved.On the two high platforms of nearly ten meters, there was a series of explosions suddenly.

Pan Ting trembled a bit, and when he looked closely, it seemed that someone was piercing something with a wooden awl, and every time he pierced it, there would be an explosion.

"Bang bang drum." Big Maizi introduced loudly in his ear.

There was a sudden commotion in the southeast, and the crowd spontaneously moved out of the way.Several honorable people with gray beards pushed something out together, and when they got closer, Pan Ting realized that it was an improved car, with two wheels at the front and two at the front, and the chair was a concave disc with two holes cut out to extend the legs. , It should be stable when riding, but I just don't know whether it is good to turn or not.

The old man with the whitest beard brought the car to Pan Ting, and the other handed over a wooden sign, which was painted with banana yellow paint and engraved with words. Pan Ting recognized his nephew's handwriting at a glance. He wrote The Chinese character always likes to fall to the right, only the character "God" is upright, one horizontal, one vertical and one left, all seem to use life to control their straightness.

There are many words engraved on the wooden sign, and Pan Ting recognized that he taught it. From the first class to the last class, he thought there were not many words, and only when they were densely crowded on the same wooden board did he feel that it was considerable.

The last line is special, it is smaller than the previous ones, and it is not impossible to write, because there is still a large blank space below.Pan Ting didn't understand the science of traces, but he could see that the writer was desperately trying to write well but was very shy.

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

God, I like you.

"Here you are." The eldest nephew carefully took Pan Ting's hand, and when he saw that he had no objection, he gently placed it on the handle of the car.

Pan Ting sniffed and looked up at the sky.

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

What is death to him?

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

People immediately went "Oh" in shock.

Pan Ting: "..." Being stared at by so many people, I can't even cry freely.He sighed, and wiped away his tears with his hands: "What's the matter with your language? Why has it gotten worse after so many years? I still have a lot of things I want to ask you, and I don't know how to say it."

The tall man pointed to the southeast and said happily, "Get lost."

Pan Ting: "..."

Although he soon realized that the tall man's "roll" meant "go", Pan Ting still felt deeply hurt in his heart. He patted the tall man's head depressedly, and instead of being sad, the tall man laughed happily. He laughed.

The eldest nephew and the others were very jealous, they stretched out their hands, and shouted loudly toward the southeast: "Get out."

"roll roll roll!"

After speaking, they stretched their heads.

Pan Ting: "..."

After touching the hair oil with both hands, Pan Ting finally entered a big stone house in the southeast corner. There was a brazier in each corner of the stone house. Coupled with the sunlight outside, the inside was quite bright.

As soon as he entered, he was attracted by the wooden boards hanging on the walls of the stone house. They were also preserved with paint, but they were not words, but paintings one by one.The paintings are simple strokes, but they have a good shape, which is much more beautiful than the words.

Pan Ting followed the tall man, looking from the left.

In the empty cave in reality, many naked people appeared.Men and women alike, looking at each other in amazement, touching themselves, stroking each other, throwing each other down and playing.Then, a clothed figure appeared.Symbols that look like characters but not characters and pictures but not pictures appear on the picture. This character is a left-right structure. On the left is a picture similar to a crutch, and on the right is a person wearing clothes.

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

Pan Ting asked in surprise, "God? Who wrote it?"

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

Pan was speechless.Did he excrete all the things he taught him?Obviously, the other taught characters are well learned.

He continued to look at the painting, watching the appearance of the fire, watching the matching of men and women, watching the fire, and then saw that after he left, the Guangrong clan waited hard for the deformed "God" every day, and later, the car appeared... a group of people People pray around the man lying on the cave platform.The word "nephew" is written on the top of the surrounded person.

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

"Shenshen." The eldest nephew called softly.

"Huh?" Pan Ting turned his head absent-mindedly, and a banana-yellow wooden stick appeared in front of him. The wooden stick was about 35 centimeters long, with a human head engraved on one end. It looked [-] to [-] percent similar to the statue outside.

The old man with gray beard excitedly held the wooden staff and handed it to him.

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

Although I know that they have good intentions and some kind of symbol, but the feeling of seeing my head stuck on a piece of wood...why is it so weird?Like, painted face ice cream.

Pan Ting: "..."

The wooden stick was finally handed to him.

Pan Ting was holding the wooden stick, seeing other people staring at him helplessly, a little at a loss, after a long time, he finally thought of raising the wooden stick.

"God God!"

There was a huge cheer in the room, which soon spread to the outside, where even louder cheers broke out.

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

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

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

This is really a creative race. In more than 200 years, there have been sculptures, paintings, and even formed their own language system.Pan Ting listened to them talking enthusiastically in a dialect that sounded like a dialect, feeling sad and proud in his heart.Feeling sorry for their failure in teaching, but also proud of their self-taught.

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 chief, but he still couldn't explain clearly why the Gaowu and Ice Snow people were here.

A piece of meat was handed in front of him, Pan Ting looked at his nephew's expectant expression, felt his heart move, and touched his face.

The eldest nephew rolled on the ground excitedly.

Pan Ting watched the meat "slap" fall, his hand was still hanging in the air and he had no time to take it back: "..."

A branch as soft as silk suddenly protruded from the crowd, wrapped around Pan Ting's body unexpectedly, and quickly retracted.

The people in the tribe only heard Pan Ting's "ah", and then they disappeared, and they couldn't help being stunned.

After a while, the tall man said slowly: "Shenshen Xiguili Saiyasia (Shenshen often appears and disappears)."

The clansmen fell silent for a while, and then cheered up again.

Pan Ting was dragged not far from the tribe. The wind made the back of his neck ache. Seeing the green hair appear, Pan Ting said angrily, "Can you just turn your head 360 degrees when you are mentally ill? Why do you play smart when you are fine?"

The green hair froze, and Sa Er's voice came from behind him: "Do you want to know what happened to the Glorious Race?"

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

Sal grabbed his shoulder and turned him over: "I don't like looking at the back of my head when I'm talking."

Pan Ting said: "Poke yourself blind, and you will find that the things you don't like to see disappear spontaneously."

Sa Er raised his hand, and there was a round metal bean lying on the palm: "It can help you understand what they say."

"Really?"

"Well, but..."

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

Sal looked at him calmly: "Is it delicious?"

"It's refreshing and delicious." Swallowed so fast, who knows the taste!

"It's for plugging your ears."

"..."