A clearing has been cleared in the rainforest, and the thatched huts are like mushrooms.

The large houses in the center were walled with mud, and the thatched roof was thick and curved, and the rain trickled down from the thatch hanging down all around, and the fire flickered between the cracks.

Cao Wu and his party were brought in, but they saw dozens of tribesmen roasting fires inside.

Sitting in the center was a somewhat old man, who was the chief of the tribe.

He wore an off-white crotch cloth with a headdress made of blue macaw feathers and animal teeth.

Seeing Fisher, the chief got up with a smile, opened his hands, and hugged Fisher, while the people around the campfire moved out of the way and let Cao Wu and the others sit down.

It seems that Fisher has a good relationship with the tribe, and everyone from the chieftain to the children knows him.

In fact, in order to prevent such a thing from happening, Fisher had been prepared for a long time.

The place he chose was downstream of the few tribes within a few dozen kilometers of the vicinity, and he had long maintained friendly relations with them.

He would often bring things for these people, and occasionally take them to the town for free to buy things to open their eyes.

This tribe has the best relationship with him, and just in case, he also left a walkie-talkie for this tribe, which was pinned to the chief's waist.

Several children hiding in their mother's arms looked at Cao Wu and his party curiously, and when Fang Luxiao saw it, he smiled and took out chocolates from his backpack and distributed them to eat.

"Thank you. The children, who speak simple English, took the chocolate, peeled off the wrapper and took it in their mouths.

Fischer sat down in front of the leader, and with some righteous indignation, he muttered something that he should have condemned the thieves who stole things.

Xiao Zhao and Xiao Ma were holding guns, no one dared to approach them, they checked when they entered the village, and there was no danger.

A child took a wooden stick and pulled it down by the campfire, picked up a black thing, blew it, and ran to give it to Fang Luxiao.

Fang Luxiao took it suspiciously, but found that it was a potato.

With a slight break, the black skin cracked, revealing the white rustling potato flesh, Fang Luxiao took a small bite with the tip of his teeth, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly handed it to Cao Wu's mouth.

Cao Wu lowered his head and took a bite, and with a gentle sip, the soft potato flesh melted on the tip of his tongue.

"Delicious. Fang Luxiao's eyes bent into two moons: "Like the kind of potatoes that my grandmother planted when I was a child." ”

The chief looked at them and asked with a smile, and Fisher helped the leader translate, "He asked where you came from." ”

Fischer knew Cao Wu's identity and helped him answer.

When the chief heard something, he suddenly stood up, walked to the corner, took a strange thing from there, and handed it to Cao Wu.

Cao Wu took it casually, but saw that it was an object tied together with thin bamboos of different lengths, the top was hollowed out and aligned, and the surface had been rubbed very smooth.

"He knows you're a singer, it's their tribe's instrument," Fisher explained. ”

Cao Wu knew that this was a pan flute, and it was a musical instrument that was found in many parts of the Americas.

The company bought one, which was bought from Amazon, and it was used for arrangement.

It's not cheap, but the quality is obviously not as good as this, this one is different, heavy, hard, and even a little metallic to the touch.

The chief gestured and let him blow and see.

Cao Wu put it to his lips, tried a few times, and then blew a note.

The timbre of the whimpering voice was as low as the night, and Cao Wu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Fresh musical instruments and beautiful timbre are very attractive to musicians, and Cao Wu's interest was instantly hooked, and he couldn't put it down.

Soon, he found his senses.

Holding the pan flute, his lips moved horizontally, Cao Wu blew out a melody with a little jerky.

Hearing this melody, the tribesmen couldn't help but stir, and a few young men ran to the wall to get a few big bamboo tubes.

It seemed to be filled with gravel, and when it shook, the young man shook the bamboo tube and played a simple rhythm.

With the rhythm, Cao Wu's playing became much more stable, and he began to become more and more proficient.

The song he played was a very famous song in South America, called "Song of the Mountain Eagle", which is the most widely circulated song in Peru, but it still originated from the local indigenous Indians.

There is a theory that the Indians and the Chinese in the Americas originally came from the same origin, and they crossed east from the Asian continent from the Bering Strait 10,000 years ago and came to the Americas.

Some people have studied the ancient book "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", and they can find many mountains and animals in the Americas that do not exist in China.

Therefore, the Indian astronomical calendar, culture, especially music have great similarities with China, which is particularly touching.

This statement has not been confirmed, but Cao Wu knows that any good music can bring people soul touch.

“he~…… ya~......" An old woman with a wrinkled face sang an ancient ballad in a voice full of vicissitudes, Fang Luxiao looked at her, and an indescribable throbbing welled up in her heart, making her involuntarily cover her chest.

Although he didn't understand the language, Fang Luxiao understood the old woman's singing in an instant, which was a power that could not be described in words.

She suddenly felt like crying.

Music is the key to open the door of the soul, in the sound of music, the strange barrier into a poke of broken window paper, the tribe people got up from the ground, from the wall carved bamboo tubes, around the campfire, in this moment, thousands of years of time seems to condense into a moment.

Cao Wu put down the pan flute, turned around and pulled Fang Luxiao up, came to the crowd, and danced with everyone.

His dancing steps are lame and his movements are not smooth, but no one here laughs at him.

In this ancient rainforest, all the shackles of modern technology will be untied, and face will become the most ridiculous thing in the world.

People live for a lifetime, as long as they are happy, what is the big deal about other things?

It was until the second half of the night that everyone began to rest.

Following the customs of the locals, Cao Wu and Fang Luxiao did not take out the tent, but just pulled a blanket out of their backpacks, and slept by the bonfire just like everyone else.

Early the next morning, Cao Wu was woken up by the crisp sound of birdsong, and when he opened his eyes, there was no one in the house.

When he got out of the hut, he realized that it was already clear outside.

The big white clouds are floating in the air, unpredictable, and the sun shines down, falling on Fang Luxiao, who is playing with the children, and it is very comfortable.

Cao Wu stretched his waist, crossed his waist, and looked around quietly, lazy and didn't want to move.

Although he had only been here for one night, he had already fallen in love with it.

Fisher came to Cao Wu with a WeChat phone and said, "The plane has been found, you can come over in the afternoon." ”