Chapter 19: The Bone Flute

Looking at this room of books, thinking that there are hundreds of thousands of volumes in other places, Wang Yao sighed, there is a long way to go. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, a clear and elegant flute sound made Wang Yao come back to his senses, Wang Yao is particularly sensitive to timbre and sound quality, this kind of flute sound, he thinks he has never heard it, the first time he heard it thought it was an illusion, this time he heard it again, Wang Yao felt that someone must be blowing.

Running along the sound of the flute, Wang Yao prayed in his heart, it must be Su Yong or Su Hai who played it, otherwise there were other creatures in this valley who played the flute, and it would not be scared to death.

Although Wang Yao is an atheist, he still believes in supernatural abilities.

Running all the way to the outside of the canyon, through the Tibetan lions and the moonlight, Wang Yao saw Su Yong snuggling up to Sona next to the bonfire at a glance, and sure enough, there was a milky white flute with a streamer on her mouth.

Wang Yao stood at the mouth of the canyon, listening to the mournful sound of the flute and the song that filled his heart with sadness.

This song appeared in Wang Yao's mind, in which the young self curled up in the far corner of the orphanage, watching other children play, looking at his envious and timid eyes through time and space, Wang Yao's heart was blocked.

Wang Yao was taken away by his adoptive father when he was more than five years old, so his impression of what happened in the orphanage was already very vague, and the child who was about five years old was not very sensible, and Wang Yao really had no impression of what happened at that time.

But this song directly brought Wang Yao back to that memory, which he thought he didn't remember, and the envy of other people and the desire for love at that time made Wang Yao's heart so sad that the corners of his eyes moistened.

The flute gradually stopped, and Wang Yao couldn't recover for a long time, immersed in the sad emotions of his childhood.

Until his cheek was licked by a moist soft object, Wang Yao fell directly to the ground, looking at the brown Tibetan lion with a head bigger than his upper body in horror.

The brown Tibetan Lion sticks out its tongue, its shaggy fur covers its eyes, its flattened nose looks a little cute, and most importantly, this Tibetan Lion's belly is larger than average, because this is a pregnant female Tibetan lion.

Baima is the name of this Tibetan lion, a hint of lotus, I heard that it is a sister of Sona and a fellow mother, and she is about to give birth.

Pregnant Tibetan lions are generally very fierce, and there are too many of these Tibetan lions, Wang Yao usually walks around without any contact, and he didn't think that he was 'attacked' today.

"Wang!" Bai Ma shouted at Wang Yao, as if comforting.

Wang Yao was stunned, wiped his face, smiled, and called back to express his gratitude in a suppressed voice.

Bai Ma shook his head, shook his body and returned to the group of Tibetan lions, and took away the little Tibetan lion that had been stumbling over.

Wang Yao wiped his eyes, looked at Su Yong, who was guarded by the Tibetan lions by the lake, and hesitated, what if he was attacked when he passed, at this time, the little sun that had been shining golden came over, and Danbanima returned to the Tibetan lions in the past two days, and his hair seemed to be very moisturized, and his hair was brighter.

Wang Yao dodged Danba Nyima's pounce and touched its hair.

"Little brother!~" At this time, Su Yong also found Wang Yao, jumped up from the ground and waved his hands happily, and the Tibetan lions lying on the ground also stood up, staring at Wang Yao with fierce eyes, so frightened that Wang Yao didn't dare to move, staring at Su Yong and running over.

Su Yong was like a queen, as soon as she moved, those hidden lions followed behind, and they were very orderly and did not run around.

"Little brother, why do you want to come out?" Wang Yao has been in the book since he came here, and Su Yong, who knew that Wang Yao had something to do, was not easy to disturb, but in fact, she really wanted to play with Wang Yao.

After all, a person has been in this valley with his grandfather for more than ten years, although he is accompanied by big dogs, but no one speaks, and how lonely he is can naturally imagine.

"I heard the sound of a flute. Wang Yao smiled: "What are you blowing?"

"This. Su Yong picked up the flute in his hand as if offering a treasure and showed it to Wang Yao.

It was a flute almost twenty centimeters long, with beautiful cracks under the milky white pulp, seven holes of different sizes, and irregular arrangement, but very beautiful, one large and one small at both ends.

"Is this the eagle flute?" asked Wang Yao, a Tibetan flute made of eagle wing bones, a traditional Tibetan musical instrument.

"No, this is the 'ancestral song' is a flute made from the leg bones left by the ancestors of the Dapeng bird, grandpa told me so. Su Yong said and blew it, and his voice was poignant.

Wang Yao touched the bone flute, which was only the thickness of his thumb, and it was estimated that it should be the wing bone of a large eagle or something, but it felt a little subtle to touch, Wang Yao scanned it with the system, and his hands shook in fright.

Civilization: Ancient Zhangxiong Civilization (Ritual and Music Material Civilization)

Species: Bone flute

Quality: 79

Description: 8,000 years ago, the bone flute made of the calf bone of the ancient bird of prey was used as a ritual instrument used in the Bon sacrifice, and was blessed by humanities and religion.

Wang Yao swallowed his saliva, this thing turned out to be 8,000 years ago! What is even more terrifying is that this bone flute or calf bone is made, and the calf is more than 20 centimeters, which shows how huge this bird of prey is.

Could it really be the legendary Dapeng Bird? Wang Yao couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

The beginning of the ancestor word of the Xiangxiong people are some primitive natural mountains and lakes, or some sittingly virtuous people, and the only bone that can be left is the totem ancestor Dapeng bird.

"So, what kind of tune did you play just now?" asked Wang Yao, staring at the bone flute.

"Well, I don't know, my grandfather taught me since I was a child. Su Yong thought about it, pursed his lips and shook his head.

"It's good. Wang Yao laughed softly.

"Really?" Su Yong's eyes lit up and he smiled coquettishly, "I'll have anything else." ”

As he spoke, Su Yong put the bone flute to his mouth.

Looking at Su Yong's pink lips biting the bone flute, Wang Yao felt that his heart was a little drunk, this is an antique from more than 8,000 years ago, if it is taken out, it will definitely cause a sensation in the archaeological world.

But soon Wang Yao's cranky thoughts were attracted by the sound of the flute.

This is a brisk song, which reminds Wang Yao of the excitement of his heart when he first got off the plane and looked at the endless grassland.

Qule is the most representative of a nation's characteristics, because the culture is different, so each nation's music sounds completely different.

It is generally divided into two big differences, one is the farming nation dominated by the Chinese civilization, and the music is magnificent and neat, and there is a feeling of down-to-earth duty when you listen to it.

In addition, there are steppe peoples such as the Western Regions of Tibet or Mongolia, whose music is heroic and free, and they listen to it with a feeling of a wide and vast source.

Although the sound of this bone flute is poignant, it plays a cheerful tune, and the kind of openness and heroism also hits the bottom of the heart, compared with the current monotonous pop music, it is completely two levels.

Sitting on the grass and listening to Su Yong playing various ancient tunes, Wang Yao closed his eyes, and his mind could vaguely emerge the state of existence of the ancient Xiangxiong people at that time, positive and pious.

These songs are other people's stories, but Wang Yao is no longer shocked by the most fragile memories in his heart when he listens to the first song.

Wang Yao felt that that song must have a great origin.

The moon is like a golden hook, the beauty is picturesque, Wang Yao suddenly felt that he knew why the king didn't come to court early.

Shaking his head, Wang Yao touched his nose with some weakness, and after chatting with Su Yong for a while, he returned to the stone hall in the bronze carriage.

Su Hai sat on the throne and looked at Wang Yao and Su Yong condescendingly.

Wang Yao was shocked by this, and quietly pushed Su Yong's arm away from him.

Susu brought the Guardians back. Su Hai said above.

Su Yong stuffed the bone flute in his hand into Wang Yao's hand, she knew that Wang Yao was particularly interested in this thing, and drove the Tibetan lions to the back.

Wang Yaoru held the bone flute in his hand and went to his room.

"You come with me. Su Hai stopped Wang Yao, and his tone was not good.

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, Su Hai asked him to inherit Xianruopu's position, the two did not talk about it, and they collided with the old man a little, but he didn't expect Su Hai to take care of himself so quickly, Wang Yao was also a little strange. (To be continued.) )