In September, the weather was already a little cold, and in a neat cave sat eight or nine year-old children in rows, some men and women, some wearing thick furs, and some sitting there shivering, but no one spoke, and no one made a sound at this most active age, and they all sat neatly, their eyes facing forward, full of yearning and hope. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a fairly flat plateau in front of it, about a centimeter higher than where the children were sitting, and a large rectangular raised stone was attached to the high ground, which looked like a stone table that had been trimmed up closely. There were two large stone shelves beside the stone table, on which the torches were burning, giving the stone cave some warmth and light, and the sound of footsteps came from afar, getting closer and closer, and the children's eyes became more and more hopeful.

An old man with gray hair trembled and walked up to the stone table, as if he was about to fall down if he was not careful, the old man looked at the children all over the place, and said, "Hello children, we are so steep here no matter what season, it is not easy for you to come, listen well." When he said this, the old man's eyes were kind, but it was only for these children, and the tiger-like adults who followed the old man in the distance were never mentioned by the old man even if they knelt down behind the children respectfully. After the old man finished speaking, he picked up a sharp stone on the stone table and wrote a word on the smooth cave wall behind the stone table, "Gu", the old man asked while writing: "Do you know what the word is, children", "gu", the children replied in unison, their expressions were a little confused, they didn't understand why the oldest old lady in the clan would ask such a simple question, how could a Gu person not even recognize the word Gu, even a three-year-old child is probably quite familiar with this word.

The old lady smiled, I don't know if it was the joy that the children were so smart, or the sadness that no one noticed hidden. The old lady continued: "Yes, you all know that this word is pronounced Gu, and you also know that we are called Gu people, but do you know why it is called that, we live between caves, climbing on the mountain walls to survive, and only in the coldest winter can we go down to the frozen Gu Sea to see this vast world, do you know what to ask?" The old man looked a little excited, a little indignant and helpless, no one answered from the children below, it seemed that there was a little temper for the dissatisfaction with the Gu people in the old man's language, no one answered, even the adults who wanted to please the old man the most, and the adults sitting in the back were not only impatient or impatient, maybe if it weren't for the special identity of the old man to let them cast a mouse bogey, someone would have thrown this old man who was dreaming and babbling into the sea of Gu waves.

The old man smiled again, and said a little lonely: "I am old, and I don't know how long I can last, so I take the trouble to tell everyone, even if I know that few of you have come here to listen to what I have to say, you just want me to see you." ”

"Old lady, I want to listen, you can talk about it, I think you are very good." A crisp response came from the most remote corner, it was a shabby child, unclothed, but his eyes were still looking firmly ahead. There was a little whispering and noise in the cave, Mu Qi'er didn't need to listen to it to know what they were saying, most of the kinder ones were scolding some sluts, wild seeds, etc., and the more ruthless ones were scolding some uncoherent country slang.

There was some relief in the old lady's eyes, but more complicated. "As far as your kid is good-eyed, it's a pity that it's not our Gu people. Old man, I've said it many times, I guess you people haven't remembered it, I'll say it again today, the origin of the Gu word is very long, it was originally used to describe the combat arm that people control and cultivate, flowers, grasses, insects and fish, all-encompassing, as long as it is artificially cultivated, it is collectively called "Gu", according to what most of you have heard, Gu is the spirit of heaven and earth, and we are called Gu people are a gift from God, and we should be proud of it like our ancestors, this is undoubtedly the most ridiculous statement! The old man's voice grew louder, perhaps too quickly, the old man was slightly panting, and the whirring sound was quite harsh in the silent cave, very similar to the sound of the strong wind outside the cave hitting the stone wall.

"Humph!" The adults in the rear could no longer stand the old man's nonsense and left one after another. The children did not leave, and the advice of the family before coming was still in the ears, so it was necessary to listen patiently, and I heard that the old lady loved children the most, and it was developed when he rewarded two things casually. The old lady didn't care about the departure of those adults, took a look at the cave that was still quiet, and then said: "The top of the Gu word is a worm word, and the bottom is a vessel of utensils, the place where we live is called Gu Land, and the vast water below is called Gu Sea, we are called Gu people, haven't you thought about the worst place, don't listen to the most beautiful public statements, although I don't have too much conclusive evidence, but old man, I believe that we are called Gu people is not a gift from God, Maybe we are the Gu in that vessel, never knowing the outside world, but still complacent, this may be the biggest malice in this world. ”

The old man stopped, I don't know if he was tired or too sad to say anything, the old man smiled, and once again lifted the sharp stone pen and waved it on the slightly cool mountain wall, and in less than a moment, there were images of characters wielding big knives on the mountain wall, and there were various methods that seemed to be the direction of the meridians next to them, no matter how you looked at it, there was a mysterious energy in it. "I'm only giving you an hour, it's up to you how much to write down, when I was calling you to listen to my lecture, I promised your parents that in the last class, I would pass on to you the trick I had created back then, and it could be regarded as leaving some seeds and incense for my Gu people. This skill was created by the Chongyang Catastrophe at the end of my year, although it is a knife technique, it has some meaning beyond the level of skills, I hope you can understand more. The old man sat cross-legged on the ground. The stone table was a little high, only revealing the old man's pale head and a pair of eyes that were penetrating the world, the old man looked at the children who suddenly panicked below, some hurriedly picked up the slate and stone pens that had been prepared and began to copy and draw, some kept repeating the words, and their mouths were chattering, as if they wanted to remember in the depths of their minds, but Mu Qi'er just stared at the stone wall, he didn't have the money to buy a slate stone pen, and he was not qualified to bring in a little thing that could make some marks, If it weren't for the old lady's insistence that all the children of the clan must come to the class, perhaps no one would have allowed him to come here. He just looked, and he could only watch, he didn't chatter, he just stared, his eyes were a little hard, as if he wanted to integrate that trick into his bones.

The pace of time never stops for anyone, this must be the oldest in the clan The old lady can understand it best, an hour passed quickly, the old lady got up and looked at the children who were still busy below, and when he saw Mu Qi'er, he stopped a little more, and asked with some hope in his eyes: "Outcast, what can you see, you listen to me the most on weekdays, what is the difference today?" Mu Qi'er wanted to tell the old lady what he saw, but he really didn't see anything, and he didn't even remember a single stroke in the trick, he actually couldn't listen to the things that the old lady said, the world he could think of in his mind was the one-third of an acre of land in his cave, at most counting the occasional light in the shrubland. Every time he responds to the old lady regardless of the hostility of others, maybe it is more out of admiration and admiration for the old lady, at the beginning, who young man did not worship and admire the first strong man in the clan, but Mu Qi'er did not think that the old lady was old and talked nonsense like everyone did.

Mu Ji'er shook his head, and looked at the old lady with some hatred for himself, but the old lady didn't ask again, but waved his hand a little desolately, "That's it, people want to have a hope after all, it's hard for you." It's all gone, go back and comprehend it, if you have any new insights, you can come and ask me, let's disperse. After speaking, the old lady waved her hand, and the pictures and words of Dongbi Mountain all became nothing, leaving only a lonely stone foam to show the old lady's former demeanor, recalling the past and the eventful years.