Abduction of the Orcs

Aning puffed her cheeks and watched the men bake their dinner.

He was very displeased to find that the man lit the fire with two stones, but he drilled two bubbles in his hand to light the fire.

Looking at the two blister marks on his hands, Ah Ning thought sadly that he really wasn't suitable for the jungle.

The dinner was starting to be oily, and the man evenly spread several seasonings on the dinner.

It smelled so good, finally there was meat to eat, and Aning's eyes glowed green, even though he was choked by the smoke a few times, he couldn't let him leave the fire for half a step.

The sky gradually darkened. Aning, who was watching the man roasting dinner, raised his head impatiently, just in time to see the moon coming out from the clouds, the moon missing a corner, so bright.

"Yilu, where do you say the 'moon' 'rises' from?" Aning pointed to the missing moon in the sky and made a rising movement.

The man looked at the moon and then at Aning, "Moon, rise, I don't know." Then, the man picked up the stone knife placed in the bamboo tube and scratched a few lines on the dinner to make sure it was cooked, and put the dinner with the most meat on it. The thigh meat was cut off and handed to Ah Ning in a bamboo tube.

"'Book' says, hiss, hot, it means 'east' rising' and 'west setting', why, ha, I saw it in the air when I looked up?" Ah Ning was thinking about how to describe the word book while sticking out his tongue , Record all kinds of knowledge things, knowledge will not be said, and neither will records.

"'Book' is something full of 'writing'."

"Slate, carved."

slate?Aning blinked, "Yilu, how do you engrave the word moon?"

Eating like a heroic man, he finished his dinner very quickly, then picked up the branch and drew a crooked moon on the ground.

"The moon." The man pointed to the painted moon.

what.

"Where is the moment?"

"do not know."

"Oh, the four 'directions' of 'east, west, north, south'." Aning made a cross on the ground, pointing to east, west, north, and south in turn, "go to 'east'." He drew a small figure on the ground in the east, and then drew another An arrow, "go 'west'," he pointed west, and also drew a small figure.

"East, west, north, south." Before Aning could draw an arrow, the man pointed in four directions, and then left and right, "left, right."

Aning repeated, saying, "The moon rises in the east and sets in the west." He made a falling movement.

"Falling, the moon is setting in the west." The man nodded.

"'Fang'." Ah Ning drew a square shape, thought about it, it was wrong, and painted it out again, "'Fang' direction." He drew arrows, but after thinking about it, it was still wrong. He pointed to east, west, north, south, non-stop Say 'direction'.

It took a while for the man to understand.

"Direction." He said, and handed the washed fruit to Aning.

"Sifang, method?"

"Ah."

"Yilu, where do we sleep today?" Aning rubbed his eyes.

"The cave." The man stood up straight, and reached out to pull Aning up, "Go back."

Aning has always felt that the night with the moon is very beautiful. The place where the moonlight flows seems to be covered with a layer of dreamy silver, which is beautiful and moving.

But since he came to this world, Ah Ning has never once felt that the moon is beautiful. In the forest with unusually dense trees, the moon illuminates the canopy of the trees, and also makes the places it cannot illuminate darker and darker. In Ah Ning's vision, those The black and gray branches stretched out in all directions, making his heart beat faster and faster, and the roar of wild beasts from time to time made his heart tremble even more.

Terrified, Aning trotted to keep up with the man's pace.

But it was only a turn, and the 'rustle' sound of the man walking on the grass could be heard in his ears, but the figure of the man could not be seen in the field of vision.

Human beings rely far more on vision than on hearing, and Aning ran forward in a panic.

'Aww~'

"Ah... Yilu, Yilu!" I wanted to hold back my fear and find the man quickly, but the cry of the beast scared Aning to scream. name.

He quickly ran towards the direction where the man disappeared.

As soon as the figure of the man appeared, Aning immediately rushed forward.

"A-Ning?" The man didn't notice any danger.

"I, I'm afraid, Yilu, you walk so fast, I can't see you!" Aning shivered and curled up in the man's arms, looking at the man pitifully with wet eyes.

The man was silent for a while, sighed, reached out and patted Aning's back, "Don't be afraid, there is no danger here." Such a timid female, how could his tribe let him run out alone, "It's almost here , let's go."

The man slowed down and led Aning towards the cave.

Aning, who was wiping the tears on his face with one hand, looked at his hand that was tightly grasped by the man, and felt that he was extremely ugly.

Even though he is also a man, he is so different from a man.

The man brought Aning into the cave, let him go, and walked to the side of the extinguished fire.

When Ah Ning saw the familiar cave, his heart relaxed. He sat in his usual position, staring blankly at the man's back.

Why is he so useless, Ah Ning thought about it, tears fell again, obviously in the original world, he can still earn money to support himself, and he can live well by himself, he won’t cry so much, oh, why so useless use.

It would be great if he could go back, he wouldn't look so useless, he...

Wanting to go back, thinking of the man's silence and sigh, Aning hugged his knees tightly, buried his head in the middle, really wanted to go home.

Hearing the choking sound behind him gradually diminished and his breathing gradually calmed down, the man dared to turn around and get closer to Ah Ning who was sleeping with his knees hugged.

The cheeks and eyes that were red from crying looked very pitiful. The man touched the corner of Aning's eyes secretly. It was hot and wet and soft. The man rubbed subconsciously, and Aning moved his face aggrievedly. His rough fingers made him uncomfortable. , the man was startled, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"I," Ah Ning made a small dream moan.

The man's ears moved.

'I want to go home. '

The man poked the fire, what do you mean?

He can't understand.

"Good morning, Yilu." The man who was awakened by the sound of footsteps squinted his eyes and smiled crookedly at Ah Ning's slightly swollen eyes.

"...Good morning, Aning." The man responded with some hesitation.

"Yilu, what can I use to clean 'teeth'?" Aning asked, pointing to his yellowish teeth.

"Teeth." The man replied, got up from the ground, and walked out of the cave.

Aning followed the man, looking at the screaming forest that scared him last night, the free-growing brown and black branches, struggling to grow towards the sun, the leaves swaying gently with the wind, making a soft rustling sound, plump and smooth reflection The shimmering fruit is so tempting that one wants to take a bite.

Aning's eyes dimmed, and he took a deep breath, allowing the rich fragrance of trees to fill his entire chest.

Curving the corners of his lips, Aning asked the man walking in front of him, "Yilu, what's the 'color' of the sky, is it as white as clouds?"

"color: blue."

"What color are the leaves?"

"green."

"What color is the ground?"

"...This is brown, red, black, purple, yellow." The man pointed to the surrounding things, picked off a fruit, wiped it with his hand, and handed it to Aning, "Deep purple."

"Dark purple?" Aning asked, blinking.

"...Light purple." The man picked another fruit.

"Dark, light?" Aning looked at the two colors in different shades in front of him, pointed to a dark green plant, "dark green," and pointed to a pink fruit, "light red?"

"Yes." The man breathed a sigh of relief, and threw the unripe fruit aside.

Aning held the fruit in one hand, and pointed to various things around him with the other hand, and began to review, "Yellow, dark green, red, light blue, brown."

"Black." The man corrected.

"Oh, black, brown, white, buff."

"gold."

"Gold, blue..."

Learning color words all the way, and Aning has almost mastered them when he walked to the river. He raised his head and smiled gratefully at the man beside him.

The man touched Aning's head, and handed a soft branch to Aning.

"Washing teeth?" Aning looked curiously at the soft branches in his hand, how to brush?

"Brush your teeth." The man said, demonstrating how to put the branch into his mouth and brush his teeth back and forth.

"Well, brush your teeth." Ah Ning imitated the man's movements, um, broken, uh, cold, mint flavor?

Aning's eyes widened, feeling the irritating mint smell in his mouth, and then he saw the man lower his body and rinse his mouth.

"You can't brush for too long," the man said.

Aning immediately pulled the branch out of his mouth, squatted down, and rinsed his mouth.

After rinsing several times, the mint taste in my mouth still hasn't diminished, but it's even cooler because of the cold river water.

"It's too cold!" Ah Ning said loudly, breathing heavily.

The man smiled, "The teeth are very clean." He opened his mouth and showed Ah Ning his teeth.

Aning blinked in surprise, half for the really whitened teeth, and the other half for the boyish movements of the man.

"Eat fish today." The man who seemed to be in a good mood touched Aning's head.

"Fish?" What?

"Yes, fish." With his left hand, he pulled the beast's skirt, and the man who was thrown on the bank jumped into the river.

Aning, holding the fruit she wanted to eat after brushing her teeth with one hand, and the soft branch with the other hand, stood by the river blankly, watching the figure of the man lurking in the river.

Looking down at the animal skirt that the man casually threw to the shore, Aning blushed and raised her head quickly.

fish?Fish in the water?

Aning thought, staring at the animal skirt out of the corner of her eyes, it would be very dirty if it was placed on the shore like this.

After thinking and thinking, Aning blushed, threw away the branch she was holding tightly in her hand, then stretched out her index finger and fingers, picked up the man's skirt, and placed it on a stone beside her.

In fact, it was just a pair of underwear, uh, shy Aning squatted down and soaked those two fingers in the water.

Shaking it vigorously to get rid of the water drops, Ah Ning watched the man not far away swimming towards the depths of the river, is his wound okay?

That's right, his wound hasn't healed yet, so he can't soak it in water!

"Yilu, Yilu, your wound is still not healed, so you can't soak it in water." Ah Ning shouted.

"It's healed." A man with a head popped out said, pointing to the wound.

"The black 'scar' on the wound hasn't fallen off yet, so it can't be soaked in water!" Aning shouted, puffing up his cheeks.

"Scar," the man slowly climbed up the bank holding a stone knife with a lively fish on it, "Ah Ning, you look like a frog." The man pointed at the frog that had just jumped ashore from the river.

Looking at the frog-like frog, Aning's cheeks immediately shrunk, and he blushed and stared at the man.

"Very cute." The man who pinned the fish to the ground turned around and patted Aning's head.

Aning wanted to ask what he meant, but what he saw out of the corner of his eye made his face burn, "Yilu, you're not wearing 'clothes'!" Aning pointed to the animal skirt on the stone and whispered.

"Beast skirt." The man said, stretching his body calmly, "The body is not dry."

Aning's eyes widened, and the shaking thing immediately turned his back, "Yilu!" He must have needles in his eyes!

The man looked at Ah Ning's red ears, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he picked up the animal skirt on the stone and wrapped it around his waist.

"Get dressed."

Aning turned around, subconsciously glanced at the man's waist, blushed, and said seriously, "The scar hasn't fallen off, Yilu, you can't go into the water."

"Oh, good." The man nodded, scraping the fish scales with a stone knife.

Aning squatted next to the man, watching him scrape the fish scales, unconsciously biting the fruit on his hand.

After a while, watching the man open up the fish, uh, Ah Ning looked away, took a few bites of the fruit, looked at the man's wound and asked, "What kind of fish is Yilu?"

The man paused for a moment, seemed to think for a while, and then said, "Eatable fish."

"It has no name?"

"Eatable."

"Oh." Strange name.

Aning bit the fruit unconsciously, his eyes followed the man's shaking hair, it would be nice if he could live like this, he thought, he couldn't go back, the man was injured, maybe he would like to stay here, 'sha hua la' the wind Suddenly it grew bigger, Ah Ning blinked his eyes, opened his mouth wide and took a big bite of the fruit.

The wound will heal, and he still wants to go back. A man has relatives, and he has a longing life. Even if he can't go back, he won't want to live this kind of life again. Even if there are warm fragments, Ah Ning stood up and lifted He raised his hands and threw the fruit core into the distance. He never wanted to experience those lonely and frightened emotions in the middle of the night again!

"Yilu, are you going back 'home' after you recover from your injury?" Aning asked softly, drawing a house with a triangular roof on the ground.

The man turned his head quickly, staring at the 'home' he had been thinking about for a long time last night.

"...a house." It turned out to be a house.

"The house." Ah Ning repeated, and asked again, "The injury is healed, do you want to go back to the house?"

"It's not a house, it's a tribe." The man who felt that the words were not suitable changed a word.

"Is there any difference?" Aning asked suspiciously.

The man thought about it, and drew a few more houses on the other side of the house with a stone knife. He pointed to the house painted by Aning and said, "House," and drew a circle around the house he drew, "My tribe, people."

"Oh," one house = house, many houses = tribe, Aning poked at his house with a branch, "What does tribe mean?"

The man stared at the 'tribe' on the ground, frowning more and more tightly.

Aning felt a little unbearable, he opened his mouth to say, forget it, and saw the man said, "Tomorrow I will take you back to the tribe and show you."

"Go to your tribe?" Aning's voice rose a few decibels uncontrollably.

"Well," the man's eyes flickered slightly, "are you willing to go back to the tribe with me?"

"Yes?" Aning wanted to ask what it meant.

"Well, we'll start tomorrow and we'll be walking for three days," said the man, throwing the fish maw into the river.

Ah, before he agreed, Aning opened his mouth and closed it again. Forget it, he wanted to follow the man to the tribe anyway, but he always felt that there was something wrong there.

Willing = Agree.

Aning looked at the sky and sighed inaudibly, this is not his world.