Of Mountains and Rivers

In the settlement of the Liyi tribe, there are many vacant houses for various reasons. Nanshan asked Chu Huan to choose at will, but there is one, which cannot be the side along the river and near the forest.

Nanshan didn't explain the reason, and Chu Huan didn't ask. Ever since he crossed the river, he has always been in awe of this place for no reason.

Trust your own judgment when you have a judgment, and trust your intuition when you don't have a clear judgment—so Chu Huan resolutely obeyed his sixth sense.

Besides, the girls here are so hardworking, maybe they will go to the river to wash and wash before dawn, a group of sturdy old, middle-aged and young women are talking and laughing, maybe they are better than the old lady dancing in the square The power is still great, one day when you open the window and look at it, you can easily see some restricted-level lenses...

You must know that the restricted levels in the real world are not too charming, and most of them belong to the ones that make people want to dig out their eyes.

Even if Nanshan didn't mention it, he wouldn't choose the riverside.

Chu Huan rode his horse around and settled his residence very quickly - he took a fancy to an old house that lived alone.

It is said that the house used to belong to an old man, whose lifespan was as solid as a rock. He killed his wife and children, and his grandchildren, and finally his great-grandson died. No successor.Over time, his house belonged to the clan, and now it was given to Chu Huan after the patriarch made a decision.

There are high-end single-family villas everywhere here, and Chu Huan couldn't help but feel a little bit bitter when he looked around. He has done so much deeds for the country and the people for so long, and in the end he only allocated a small apartment like a cat's nest, causing trouble Half a day is not as spacious as the staff dormitory of the rural teachers.

But after entering the house, Chu Huan didn't feel that the place was extravagant at all. This house really deserves to be a ghost house that has been vacant for many years. The inside is truly impoverished, and it is so clean that bats don't even bother to open the windows.The height of the ceiling is definitely not comparable to ordinary buildings and villas-it looks like a small second floor from the outside, but when you walk in, you will find that it is only one floor, and it is still a room without a hall...I am afraid that he will never be able to get rid of a room without a hall in his life. Standard of accommodation.

Tsk, the life of the poor.

Looking up, Chu Huan could see the cloudless sky through the skylight, the big tree hundreds of years old...and a group of brats with volleyball balls on the big tree.

Chu Huan's eyes froze—this height must be close to six or seven meters, right?

The child squatting on the tree branch met Chu Huan's eyes, and immediately called out to friends, the wind was tight, and the leader jumped down first. amazing.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed a tree branch below, flickered twice and disappeared, and the rest of them followed closely, lined up, and started high-altitude tree jumping one step at a time, and they all landed safely in twos and threes land.

Chu Huan: "..."

The monkey in Guidi looks too much like a human.

In terms of daily life, Chu Huan is quite capable. He can live wherever cockroaches can live. On the contrary, Nanshan was afraid of wronging him, so he quickly gathered a group of people to clean up the house for him. The dozen or so shirtless Biao The tall men stood in a row, like a human wall, they all grinned at Chu Huan in unison, bared their teeth, and formed a great white shark ranger on the spot.

Chu Huan himself passively experienced the life of a young master who "does not touch the spring water with ten fingers". He stood idly by the side, unable to intervene, and Xiao Fangshan ran over with a tsunami and dragged him to the flat ground in front of the patriarch's house. Come on, accept the welcome ceremony.

The welcome ceremonies around the world generally have similarities, and the basic elements are the four main points of "singing, dancing, drinking, and eating meat".

The custom of the Liyi tribe is that the men dance and the women sing. The dance is extremely lively. In Chu Huan's eyes, there are two types of dances in the world, one is "circling" and the other is "jumping". The dance of the ethnic group belongs to the "Bengju" series.

Dozens of tall, tall, and thick men jumped around together, as if the ground was shaking, playing some kind of natural drumbeat, and the visual effect was almost shocking.

Chu Huan didn't know what words the women sang, but it probably meant something like "welcome, welcome, warm welcome". If it was pressed down and smoothed, someone poured a bowl of wine into the broken bowl in his hand. This time, the wine had lost the smell of medicine and fishy smell, and it was strong and pungent, straight to the head.

The autumn water sinks, the sky is high and the earth is far away.

At such a noisy occasion, Chu Huan originally avoided it for fear, but at this moment, although the people around were noisy, as long as Nanshan didn't open his mouth to practice oral Chinese with him, he couldn't understand a sentence, because he couldn't communicate, so he He found a feeling close to "quiet amidst the noise", the human voice is no different from the bird's voice, and there is still only one person in his world.

As he drank wine at Huang Yuncang Mountain, Chu Huan actually felt a little complacent.

Nanshan accompanied him silently, with him sitting here, the others dared not be too presumptuous, and naturally separated their seats into a small open space, only Xiaofang had been with the patriarch for a long time, Not too shy, ran over with a large bowl in his hand, grabbed Chu Huan's arm under the envious eyes of everyone, and wanted to touch the side of the bowl with him.

Chu Huan: "Come on, Xiaofang, let's do it."

After he finished speaking, he immediately carried out what he said, raised the wine bowl, and gulped it down.

Not to be outdone, Xiaofang drank it up in one gulp, as if she had drunk it to her heart's content, let go of her throat and laughed loudly, and stretched out a slap with teeth marks on Chu Huan.

When Chu Huan saw his movements, he immediately had a tacit understanding, and slapped him hard in tacit understanding, but was squeezed hard by the other party, and shook his hand twice.

Xiaofang beat her chest and shouted, "Alan woo—"

Chu Huan looked at Nanshan, and Nanshan explained: "Good friend."

After finishing speaking, Nanshan thought for a while, and couldn't help asking: "What do you call him?"

Chu Huan: "Xiaofang."

Nanshan: "What do you mean?"

Chu Huan pulled a flower from the grass and put it under Nanshan's nose: "Flower, flower fragrance."

Nan Shan stared blankly at the delicate little flower, and for the first time showed a very sci-fi expression on his face.

Xiaofang probably thought that Chu Huan was praising herself, and put her arms around his shoulders, screaming and jumping.

But the young patriarch sneered, and looked at the guest he had invited back calmly—the man had neat short hair and a lens that was clearer than crystal on the bridge of his nose, looking fair and weak.

They are different from head to toe.

He is even different from the few "over the river" people Nanshan has met with. Whether he squints his eyes and looks at an unknown place, or twitches the corners of his mouth lazily and smiles, he always has "the other side of the river". People don't have things.

Nanshan didn't know how to describe it. All in all, when he saw this person, he felt that other people in the world were so simple and clear at a glance, as if suddenly there was no hierarchy.

"Chu Huan," Nanshan said his name unskillfully in silence, "He must be a very good person who is willing to go to a place like ours where no one wants to come."

Chu Huan didn't know that he had unknowingly received a good person card, 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 man in the clan found a huge white stone to prop it there, and found him a handful of black carbon sticks. When writing on the paper, Xiaofang squatted next to the stone. He was very well-trained. As long as the stone was full, he would rush to wipe it clean without being asked.

It's a pity that this person cleans the blackboard seriously, but he doesn't know much about the lectures. Sometimes Chu Huan didn't finish his sentence, and half of it got stuck in his throat, so he rushed up to wipe it. Every time at this time, Chu Huan had to stop, Smiling and cleaning his glasses, he really wanted to beat him up, but it was hard to do it because he had created a gentle image for a long time - but someone would do it for him, another young man who looked like a guard beside Nanshan was very good at beating Xiaofang.

The young man's name is "What is so much?" Nanshan translated it, which means "shining cliff". The Liyi tribe's idea of ​​naming is very strange. Anyway, Chu Huan can't imagine how the cliff is shining. He fell once. The cliff is full of shadows, so the name of the family is simplified to "Dashan".

Dashan is a boy under 20 years old, but he has already grown a tall and burly body. He is usually unsmiling and sits there awkwardly, but he studies harder than anyone else, so he is particularly annoyed by Xiaofang's shit-stirring stick. As soon as Fang interrupted, he flew over with the sole of his shoe.

Later, Dashan had developed a conditioned reflex to find something and throw Xiaofang when he saw Chu Huan cleaning his glasses.

Except for Nanshan who knows a few words and can speak a few words, other people can't communicate with Chu Huan at all, so the patriarch needs to be on the side during class to translate the words taught by Chu Huan into the language of the Liyi tribe. Sometimes even the patriarch can't translate, so teachers and students have to stop and communicate with each other repeatedly.

Chu Huan's students include the whole village, old and young. It is impossible for the patriarch to be a teaching assistant all day long, and it is impossible for the adults not to work all day long. Therefore, the teaching time is only in the evening, less than an hour, and the work is very easy.

Chu Huan originally prepared a welcome speech that started with "children", but when he came to see it that day, real children were not the mainstream composition of his students, and the words turned around wittily and became: "children -"

Nanshan tried his best to teach others to call him "Teacher", but the pronunciation of the word "Lao" is not very easy for beginners, and everyone is talking about it. Chu Huan waved his hand: "What is the name Teacher, Just call him 'Da Wang Da Wang'."

These two words are simple and easy to learn. Suddenly, there were shouts of "big king" one after another, and the entire Liyi clan became a mountain of flowers and fruits.

Chu Huan's face was serious and calm, and he completely inherited the essence of Mr. Chu Aiguo's serious "playing with you". "Teacher" means.

One month passed quickly, Chu Huan only showed up on time every day when he was in class, and the rest of the day was full of surprises.

Except for sleeping, Chu Huan seldom went back to his room, because when he looked up, he could always find a few monkey children sitting on the branch of a big tree with bare buttocks peeping at him.

He usually gets up before dawn in the morning, and goes around mountains and rivers to do basic physical training——Chu Huan doesn’t think he is the kind of person who complains about himself, he thinks that his problems may have physiological reasons, so he insists He set a schedule and training for himself. At the beginning, there seemed to be something in his body that prevented him from persecuting himself. When the situation was bad, he would have a headache and want to stab himself with a knife. At this time, he could only rely on The ring that Aiguo gave him reminded him over and over again of his promise to the old man.

After a little relief, he will go to Nanshan to sit for a while, listen to him play the flute for a while or chat with him for a while, Chu Huan feels that he can absorb a lot of precious vitality.

Due to the language barrier, no one in the Liyi tribe could speak to Chu Huan except the patriarch Nanshan, which indirectly made the image of the patriarch even more glorious.

When Chu Huan couldn't be found, the older child would lead the younger ones to play a game every day with great enjoyment - to find the "big king".

This has simply become a fun adventure, although even if they find Chu Huan, they are not ashamed to talk in front of him, but if they do 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 own appearance, none of the brats succeeded in turning him out.

But even though Chu Huan didn't inquire and was not curious, with the passage of time, various unusual things about the Liyi clan inevitably caught his eye.