Of Mountains and Rivers

It took them more than half an hour, and after countless rounds of "you make gestures and I guess", they were always in a state of chicken talking with ducks.

Talking dry, they rest for a while, the two sit helplessly facing each other, staring at each other, and Nanshan will pour him a glass of wine - this has become the only way to communicate their feelings.

This moistens the throat, and then gestures after drinking.

Chu Huan gradually got used to the fishy smell in the wine, and tasted a little wild mellow aroma from it. In the end, he himself didn't remember how much he drank bowl after bowl. Anyway, he started to get drunk. He was in a slightly drunk state. Leaning on the head of the bed, watch how Xiaofang leads a pantomime show of jumping up and down.

I saw the man's spirit sank to his dantian, he straddled his horse, yelled loudly, and spread his hands as if blocking the way.

Chu Huan thought for a while in confusion: "Stop? Don't move? Is this road blocked?"

Nanshan laughed loudly, Xiaofang shook his head dejectedly, then put his hands together, lowered his wrists, and shook them very rhythmically.

Chu Huan thought he understood this, and suddenly realized: "Riding a horse!"

Nanshan relayed his words to Xiaofang, and made the man so angry that he let out his voice and yelled a few times, flashing his fist the size of a hammer, as if he really wanted to smash Chu Huan's brains out and wash him off.

Chu Huan rubbed his nose with a wry smile: "...It can't be Jiangnan style, can it?"

Nanshan stopped Xiaofang to prevent him from being mad at himself. Chu Huan found that the handsome guy's words were very effective. As soon as he opened his mouth, Xiaofang, who was not angry, immediately shut up.

Xiaofang turned around a few times angrily like a trapped beast, still refusing to give up. After a while, he stood still, stretched out a big bear paw, stood in front of himself, and then waved his palm like a cattail leaf fan back and forth. fan.

Chu Huan: "Uh..."

The other two looked at him expectantly.

Chu Huan had a slight toothache: "Um...a big-ear photon fan?"

This brother with beautiful big eyes and long braids seems to have no talent for acting, but God opened another window for him-judging from his performance, Chu Huan feels that he should be a good hand at house robbery .

Chu Huan sneered: "What's the name of this friend?"

Xiaofang didn't understand, so Nanshan answered a name on his behalf. To Chu Huan, it was a long and pleasant string of gibberish.

Only then did he realize that "Nanshan" was probably named for him by someone who could speak Chinese, and the name of his own family sounded even more complicated and bizarre.

Seeing Chu Huan's expression wavering, Nanshan enthusiastically explained what the name meant. He opened the dictionary with a bright smile, pointed to the man with long braids on one side, and gave a thumbs up to express his appreciation. Monkey" these five bloody characters were spread out in front of Chu Huan.

Chu Huan: "..."

What, is the "fierce hairy monkey" a peculiar aesthetic culture on their side, or did the handsome guy make a typo again?

It wasn't until Chu Huan drank Nanshan's first jar of wine in three mouthfuls of toast that he found a way to communicate with the other party.

"You mean, the person you picked up at the station yesterday is a volunteer teacher who is going to teach in your clan?" Chu Huan asked.

As soon as the word "teacher" was uttered, Nanshan's eyes lit up immediately, as if two little golden crows fell inside, Chu Huan felt that he was drunk by the self-brewed wine of the ethnic minority brothers, and he made those eyes dizzy .

Nanshan quickly found the words "old" and "handsome" in the dictionary. He didn't even look up the radicals, he found them just by flipping through them. He was more familiar with these two characters than his own name.

...Of course, familiarity doesn't mean it's right.

"It's the teacher, not the handsome man." Chu Huan corrected him. He stretched out his hand, intending to take the dictionary and show it to the other party, but suddenly remembered the serious attitude he took towards the dictionary.

Chu Huan murmured in his heart: "Don't tell me there is some god attached to this thing?"

He felt that he was a little abrupt, so he paused and retracted his hand that had been extended a few centimeters.

The movement of his reaching and retracting his hand was only between the size, but Nanshan understood it. He immediately took up the fragmented dictionary with both hands, held it in front of Chu Huan as if paying tribute, and almost poked Chu Huan's nose enthusiastically. A holy khata was presented.

Chu Huan had no choice but to take it, turned to the word "teacher", and pointed it to him: "This, teacher's teacher."

Nanshan: "Master... Teacher."

"Don't," Chu Huan coughed dryly, "I dare not take it."

Nanshan didn't understand what "dare not to be" meant, he grabbed Chu Huan's hand devoutly, and his movements were so fast that Chu Huan froze and didn't dodge.

Nanshan held his fist, first lightly beat his chest a few times, then closed his eyes, lowered his head, and lightly touched Chu Huan's fingers with his forehead.

Chu Huan smelled the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus again, and immediately felt that he was a little drunk.

Chu Huan: "Hey—wait a minute, no, no, no, you... don't get excited."

I don't know who is more excited.

Chu Huan almost bit his tongue, and his heart beat a little faster involuntarily. With a clever effort, he broke free from Nanshan without a trace.

"I," he pointed to himself, and with simple gestures, tried to make his words as clear as possible, "I'm not the person you're looking for."

Nanshan was taken aback.

Xiao Fang next to him didn't know what happened. When this man was not vicious, he looked strange and honest. He scratched at his messy hair like thatch, and looked at Chu Huan with a look of helplessness.

Nanshan said something to him, Xiaofang opened her eyes wide after hearing this, leaned in front of Chu Huan, stretched out her hand and drew a rectangle in the air, then clenched her fist into a rolling shape, and then used two fingers alternately, simulating the movement of a human walking He finally pointed at Chu Huan and stretched out a finger.

This time Chu Huan finally received his message accurately.

What Xiaofang said was: You were the only one who got off the car yesterday.

Chu Huan pinched his brows hard, and recalled carefully. When he boarded the car the day before, there were dozens of people in the car. He glanced at everyone subconsciously. Now that he thought about it for a while, everyone's characteristics were still different. It's all in his head.

Among the passengers, there are migrant workers returning home by car, some visiting relatives in nearby towns, and some carrying their luggage to send their children to study in the county town they pass by... Well, there is one more person.

Chu Huan remembered, it was a young man wearing glasses, with thin skin and tender flesh, he could tell he was not a manual worker, he remembered that young man had a big and heavy suitcase, he seemed to be going on a long trip, and planned to live in a For a while.

The young man got on the car very early, but sat on the most uncomfortable side seat, probably to keep his hands from leaving the luggage. He had the nervousness of a person who rarely travels far, and every time he arrived At a stop, young people will stretch their necks and look out at the stop sign. Unlike visiting relatives and friends, it should be the first time they have come to this place.

Oh, Chu Huan remembered that he still held a Chinese textbook for the third grade in his hand.

It should be him.

When he arrived at the terminal, Chu Huan had never seen the young man. It was probably because the young man had a deep understanding of what is meant by a remote country on the way, and felt the huge gap between dreams and reality. He retreated for a while and got off the bus halfway Ran.

"The person you mentioned, I might..." Chu Huan paused, and seeing Nanshan's expectant expression, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

This is another unfamiliar feeling for Chu Huan. Whether it was making troubles everywhere during the second year of middle school, or he later submerged all the way to bloody storms, Chu Huan never felt unbearable to anyone, but when he got here, he actually insisted I mulled over my words two or three times, but I couldn't find a more euphemistic statement that could make the other party understand.

For a while, he seemed a little hesitant.

After a while, Chu Huan slowed down his voice, and said almost softly: "I may have met the teacher you are waiting for, um...he is not tall, and he is holding a textbook for primary school students—primary school students, that is, children, running so tall The kind, the teaching material is the book, you know the book? It’s the same as the one you took—it’s a book for children.”

Nanshan struggled to understand what he meant, and frowned.

Chu Huan: "But I didn't see him again when I got off the bus. I guess he might have encountered something on the way and changed his destination temporarily..."

Nanshan's expression suddenly darkened.

Xiaofang couldn't understand what was going on, she looked at this and that, her face flushed red with anxiety.

Chu Huan immediately changed his words: "But maybe he just came late, maybe in a few days..."

His consolation was in vain, I don't know how much Nanshan understood.

Nanshan suddenly sighed, raised his head slightly, and half closed his eyes, his handsome face showed hard lines, he was like a stubborn and lonely stone statue.

He didn't say a word for a while, but Chu Huan felt that heavy loss.

No verbal communication is required.

"I...I'm not good." Nanshan said softly, "I won't come."

His learning ability surprised Chu Huan—when Nanshan used the dictionary to find words just now, because there were too many mistakes, Chu Huan would read out every word he pointed to in order to facilitate communication. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he unexpectedly I memorized most of it, and imitated the pronunciation decently. Although the sentence was not coherent and the words were so concise, Chu Huan did understand.

Chu Huan hesitated for a moment, and reminded: "In fact, if you need a teacher, you can find your own administrative staff, such as village heads and patriarchs, and ask them to submit applications to the county. Every year, college students who support education sign up... "

After saying this, Chu Huan himself felt that the other party must not understand, but for a while he didn't know how to explain it clearly.

Nanshan forced a smile and shook his head: "No, I don't like to come."

After finishing speaking, Nanshan stood up, stretched out his hand to wrap the quilt for Chu Huan, took his glasses and changed clothes, and put them in an easy-to-reach place beside the bed. The blood on the clothes had been cleaned up. And the things he carried - the military stab and the gun were still pinned in their original places, and even the mini life-saving kit he carried was lying in his pocket intact, as if the other party hadn't touched it.

Chu Huan: "Nanshan..."

Nanshan stretched out an index finger, stopped him, and brought the boiled herbal medicine to him.

At that time, the green and sticky bowl looked very sinister, but Chu Huan didn't understand why, so he drank it up without saying a word.

Nanshan helped him to lie down, then walked to the window, took out a leaf, and Ye Di's ditty sounded again, this time it didn't sound so cheerful, but it didn't sound too resentful or heavy. a little lonely.

Chu Huan thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, even a cat walking over would wake him up, not to mention that there were two big living people in the room, but in the sound of the flute, he felt a sense of tired relaxation inexplicably, unconsciously , was already in a drowsy daze.

The misunderstanding seems to be explained clearly. When he wakes up again, those two people should have left, right?

He really wanted to listen to the pleasant Ye Di ditty again.

While half asleep and half awake, a thought suddenly came to Chu Huan's mind: Either I can go with them.

Immediately, he felt that this idea was whimsical—to teach Chinese in remote minority areas?It's not professional either.

"It must be drinking too much." He summed up the reasons for all his gaffes.