Sun rise.
It seems that this is another day similar to yesterday, but for some people in this grassland, it is different from yesterday.
For example, those of the Feng tribe who want to exchange things with the expedition team are thinking about what to take and what to exchange; for example, those who have been guarding the air, they can rest today, and usually there will be flying birds to catch Take the livestock they raised, and today, there is a bigger bird in the sky, and there are no figures that usually give them headaches; for example, an old man living in the tourist area of Feng tribe.
For Lao Hoi, today is a special day. On this day every year, he will come to the top of the mountain, move towards a certain direction, worship and pray, and sing.
I don't know since when, his ancestors set such a rule, on this day every year, come here to pray and sing, to remember those words that have been handed down since a long time, and the words that no one knows when they say it. tribe name. Lao Hoi is also used to coming here at this time of year, inheriting the will of his ancestors and fulfilling the wishes of his ancestors and himself.
Every time at this time, that magical dream would appear in Lao Hoi's mind. Every detail is very clear, including the rising flames, and the double horns surrounded by flames. It seems to be the same as what the ancestors said. Sometimes, he can't even tell whether it is in a dream or in reality, whether it is his fantasy or real existence.
Do tribes still exist? Whenever there was such doubt, he would stand here praying, singing, and strengthening his beliefs.
Many tourists didn't understand his behavior, and some people would pity him. He didn't care, just insisted and liked to sing like this. At this time, he will forget all the anguish and troubles, cast aside other worries, and sing here all day.
Today, as in previous years, he walked up the mountain with a straw bag filled with barbecue meat and a kettle.
The mountains within the Feng tribe's territory are not high. Here, it is already the highest place. He wanted to go to a higher mountain, but let's not say whether he can climb the mountain alive, and it is not the Feng tribe's territory. Probably before he passed, he was killed as an intruder.
Standing on the green hilltop, Lao Hoi took a deep breath, and, as in previous years, opened his voice and sang a song.
The singing spread from the top of the mountain to other places, and people nearby heard it, but they didn't care at all. People sing every day, and as for what they sing and how they sing, they don't care at all, and they still do their own thing.
"Since the beginning of the world, we have our ancestors. When the tribe rose, hunting was the first priority. The spring warmed up, the ice and snow had disappeared, the birds and beasts danced happily, the birds and beasts roared together, and the hunting warriors went away happily..."
Lao Ho stood alone on the top of the mountain, facing one direction, singing and singing, when he suddenly heard a second voice, someone joined his singing and sang the same song as him. What he sang was the "Hunting Song" handed down by his ancestors, and it was the only song he knew. He didn't even know the songs that the people of the Feng tribe often sang.
Because there is only one song, when everyone sings, Lao Ho also often sings, and some people around him can sing a few lines with him even if they don't know how. It's just, I don't know why, what other people sings and what Lao Hoi sings are obviously the same song, but they feel completely different. The former sang like a mourning, and the more they sang, the more sorrowful they became, while the latter sang more and more loudly and with high spirits.
Perhaps, only the people of the Yanjiao tribe can sing such a tragic song so heroically.
So, when Lao Ho heard someone singing along with him at first, he just thought it was someone nearby. He didn't turn around, he still stood there and continued to sing.
But soon, he discovered that the other party actually followed after such a long song. Not only that, but the other party sang better than himself. As for why he could hear it, he still had to ask? The other party sang was not as low as others sang, but it made Lao Ho feel even more excited. Obviously some of the tones were different from what he remembered, but it made Lao Ho have a feeling: This song should be sung like this.
The other party was behind him, and Lao Ho wanted to turn around to see who it was and where he was. However, Lao Ho did not look back, he had to finish singing this song, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the ancestors.
"...for the sake of the prey, I rush every day, go deep into the mountainside, return from hunting without empty load, and have the ability to identify the tracks of beasts..."
Singing and singing, Lao Hoi was immersed in such a wonderful state again. He saw a pair of horns with flames, which seemed to be close at hand, but he couldn't touch them.
After singing the entire "Hunting Song", Lao Hoi still hasn't recovered from that state. After waiting for about half an hour, Lao Hoi gradually regained his senses. Thinking of the person who sang with him just now, Lao Ho turned around and looked over, but what he saw was a young man he had never seen before.
"Hey, which kid are you from? How come you are here?" Lao Ho asked.
"Huh?" Shao Xuan was even more puzzled, "Have you ever seen someone like me?"
"Who are you? What's your name?" Lao Ho asked after drinking some water.
"My name is Shao Xuan." After thinking about it, Shao Xuan added: "Flaming Horn Tribe."
Lao Hoi glanced at Shao Xuan, his eyes seemed to say: You said something nonsense.
After drinking water and resting for a while, Lao Ho greeted Shao Xuan, "No matter where you come from, come and sing with me again."
Shao Xuan: "..." That's it
After experiencing Yan Shuo's strong and exciting reaction before, Shao Xuan really didn't know how to deal with such a calm one. So he walked over and sang another song with Lao Ho.
After singing the second time, Lao Hoi sat on the ground and rested for a while.
"Where did you come from?" Lao Ho asked at this time.
"I followed the expedition team over there." Shao Xuan replied.
"Huh? You are not afraid of danger. Those teams who travel far are not very good-natured. You should have met a good person this time." Lao Ho said.
"Why did you face that direction when you sang just now?" Shao Xuan asked.
"You don't know?!" Lao Ho looked at Shao Xuan with reproachful eyes: "That is the home of our tribe! Remember, don't forget it in the future!"
After chatting with Lao Ho for a while, Shao Xuan knew why Lao Ho came to sing here.
It seems that every member of the Yanjiao tribe is very persistent, living in their own way, and guarding the faith in their hearts.
Lao Ho's son is gone, his daughter-in-law ran away by himself, and his wife is at home with his young and sick grandson. There is only one day in a year when Lao Ho will come here to sing. Last year, he brought his grandson with him, but unfortunately, In the past few days, the grandson was seriously ill, so Lao Hoi came alone. When singing, he also prayed to the ancestors, hoping to get the blessings of the ancestors and bless his little grandson to recover from the illness. There are many people on the grassland who are sick and die.
After resting for a while, Lao Ho started singing again, pulling Shao Xuan to sing along. He always felt that when he sang with Shao Xuan, he was extraordinarily energetic and had a feeling of fiery excitement, like a hunting warrior who was about to go out on an expedition immediately.
Over and over, Shao Xuan sang along with the old man.
The sun started to rise and gradually began to set, and Lao Hoi really stopped.
After singing, it's time to go back.
Lao Ho and Shao Xuan went down the mountain together, and also asked Shao Xuan's next plan. He heard that Shao Xuan was going to the central part, but Lao Ho did not agree.
"It's too far, it's too dangerous, how can you, a little boy with little ability, go to the middle with those far-travelers? The middle is more dangerous than other places. I advise you to go back to where you used to live, maybe It's not a good life, but at least you can live, and there is hope for you to live. Seeing that you are very strong, you should live well if you think about it... If you really can't find a place, you can stay here with me. Although life on the grassland is difficult, it is very difficult. It's much better than those who are drifting everywhere." Lao Hoe advised.
"It's okay, don't worry, I have the ability to protect myself." Shao Xuan said.
"Young people, don't think that if you have more strength, you can run around. Although we have more strength, we are still very weak compared to those totem warriors."
"But I'm a totem warrior."
"… what?"
"I said, I'm a totem warrior, or an intermediate... Hey, be careful!"
Before Shao Xuan finished speaking, he saw the old man twist his feet and roll down the hillside. If Shao Xuan hadn't grabbed the man quickly, the old man would probably have rolled farther, and even hit those raised bumps. Stone.
Lao Ho was carried back from the mountain by Shao Xuan. His foot was sprained, but fortunately there were no other injuries.
Lao Ho's wife was taking care of his little grandson at home. When he saw the person who was brought back by Shao Xuan, he hurried up to check on Lao Ho's injury.
"It's okay, it's just a twisted foot. Hey, Shao Xuan, hurry up, where did you just say? Continue! Who else is in the tribe? What did the witch teach you?" The problem, regardless of the injury on the foot, let Shao Xuan continue to talk about the Yanjiao tribe.
After putting Lao Ho on the wooden bed and taking the medicine again, Shao Xuan said, "I thought you knew it earlier, so calm."
"How did I know that you really came from the Yanjiao tribe, and I thought you were a tourist." Speaking of this, Lao Huo himself could not laugh or cry, but he had misunderstood.
In the past, when there were friendly exchanges between several tribes on the grassland, he also went there with him. He saw tourists like him. The brothers and sisters would tell each other about their distress, and then come back and continue their lives.
Everyone looks forward to returning to the tribe one day, but generation after generation, from birth to death, has not achieved this desire.
Lao Hoi once thought that maybe this is the case in his life. His grandfather, grandfather's grandfather, and some earlier ancestors were all on this grassland, helping the tribes here, living here, all I don't know how long I have lived, but the only thing that is still there is to pass on the words and the things that must be known through the mouths of generations.
"Because we have lived here for a long time, the people are good, the strength is strong, and the work is diligent. The people of the tribe are a little bit more indulgent to us, just like the people of the Feng tribe, and sometimes they ask me to help herd, so let me Don't worry, tribe, we can hold on! Waiting for the day when the tribe returns!"
"You can herd?" Shao Xuan asked.
"Yes, this has been done a long time ago."
"Do you know how to raise those livestock?" Shao Xuan asked again.
"Of course it will. Those of us who live on the steppe will."
Shao Xuan thought to himself, talent. If this is the people on the other side of the river, the livestock will be given to them, and they will go into the pot when they are raised.