Tears blurred Ya's vision in an instant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your Abba is not dead, why are you crying?" The lying man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his wife and daughter with tears in his eyes, and his tiger face was full of indifference.

When Ya heard this, she couldn't control her tears, "Abba, your hands ......"

Meng's shoulder wound was hideous, especially on the right side, and his entire arm was torn off by a black bear, revealing Sensen's white bones, which obviously couldn't be saved. The hand is so important to the hunter that the absence of the right hand means that Abba's hunting career is over. Besides, Ya and Grandma both know how much Meng loves polishing stone tools!

Meng's face darkened, Ya couldn't help but regret it, and the room fell silent for a while.

Ang hurriedly walked in from the outside, saw the situation inside, sighed, and quietly left.

"It's good that people are okay." Ping wiped away her tears, stood up, and said, "I'm cooking, your Abba has shed so much blood and needs to be repaired." ”

Ya walked to Meng's side and sat down, picked up the linen cloth on the side and gently wiped the blood stains on his body, "Abba, I will continue to get stronger, I will be at home in the future, don't worry!" ”

Meng looked at her resolute daughter and smiled with relief, "Okay, Abba believes in you." Ya, Abba just has a broken arm, and there are still many things to do. ”

"Hmm." Ya nodded heavily, and the father and daughter looked at each other and smiled.

Everything seems to have gone back to the way it used to be, and it seems to be different again. In the early morning, there was no disturbing sound outside the house, and Meng's body slowly recovered, and he liked to sit under the tall tree in front of the house, looking into the distance in a daze. And Ya, as always, went to the flat ground to train, but there were twists and turns between his eyebrows.

"Ya, what's wrong with you?" After a morning of training, Ya was about to rest, but before her ass touched the stone, she came over.

"Nothing." Ya looked at the boulder not far away, absent-mindedly.

"Is it because you, Abba?" Ya glanced at him and was silent.

"Eh, you know what?" He suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I heard that there is a kind of fruit, called Yunmeng Fruit, after people eat it, the broken hand can grow again." ”

Ya's dim eyes suddenly lit up, like a brilliant black gem shining, staring at Yan Yan tightly, "What did you say?" ”

"I ...... I heard my father say that eating Yunmengguo can make the severed limb grow back. Savor was taken aback by Ya's appearance, and hurriedly said it again.

"Have you seen it?" Ya then asked.

"No, but he'd heard it before." When he said Wu, his eyes also lit up, for fear that Ya would not believe it, he said again, "Wu said that there is, then there must be." ”

"Yes, there must be." Yadao, she even desperately began to hope that what Wu said would never be wrong. I didn't expect that such a miraculous fruit existed in this world, so wouldn't Abba's hand have a chance to grow again? Ya's mood suddenly improved.

"But ......" Seeing that Ya's face looked good, he swallowed the words that were about to be spoken, thinking to himself, although the fruit is there, but listening to Abba's meaning, it is difficult to pick it in his hand. Forget it, he still don't say it to hit Ya.

Ya was immersed in joy, and she didn't notice the tangled look on her face at all.

The weather gradually cooled down, and there were fewer people on the training ground, Ya still buried herself in hard training, although she didn't tell her, but after she calmed down, she also understood that such a magical fruit, where it grows, must be very dangerous. She is now desperate to get stronger, and keep getting stronger.

The temperature suddenly began to drop that night, and Ya lay on the bed and shivered, and she could see through the narrow hole above the room that it was bright outside—it was an unusual night, and countless tribesmen had woken up from their sleep.

The sky was brighter than usual, and Yaxiang wrapped himself in a thick animal skin, like a big rice dumpling. Get out of the house. They had already gotten up, and when they saw her, they said, "It's snowing." ”

Yes, it's snowing, winter is coming, and she hasn't woken up yet, so she can only hide at home like a bear and start "hibernating".

Ya walked to the door and opened a crack in the door: overnight, the outside completely changed, the ground, the roof, and the mountain forest were covered with a thick layer of snow, and the branches of the big tree in front of the house were bent down by the snow, like an old man standing alone in the wind and snow at dusk.

The cold wind blew on people's faces like knives, and the breath that came out of her breath immediately formed into ice particles and fell into the snow, she closed the door and stopped thinking about going out.

After breakfast, Ya walked from one end of the house to the other, accustomed to training, and suddenly became idle, she actually felt uncomfortable. Meng saw that she was holding back, and beckoned to her with a smile, "You come with me." ”

Meng took her to the room where the stone tools were polished, and pointed to the neatly arranged tools, "Ya, I'll teach you how to polish." ”

Ya's eyes lit up, "Good! ”

So in the winter, the sound of stone tools hitting was heard from time to time in the stone house of Yashe's house, and the surrounding tribesmen seemed to have a cat's paw scratching and scratching in their hearts, eager to stretch their necks to take a look.

Ya felt that her life was full again, and it turned out that there was so much knowledge in polishing stone tools.

Every morning, the father and daughter made an appointment for breakfast and generally came over on time. Meng sat in the corner of the room, and told Ya in detail how to judge the stone, the strength of the polishing, the angle, etc., and Ya did not live up to Abba's expectations, and was always able to quickly understand, coupled with Meng's careful guidance on the side, the skill of polishing the stone tools increased day by day. At the same time, polishing is also a very labor-intensive, time-consuming and brain-consuming activity, and Ya feels that her strength seems to have increased again.

To Ping's surprise and delight, since Meng began to teach Ya to polish stone tools, his spirit has become better day by day, and Ya has become more and more interested in polishing.

When the weather warmed up and everyone came out again, they were surprised to find that Meng's whole person had changed, and every day he was full of red faces, like monkeys who had stolen wine.

The end of winter also means that the tribal sacrifice is coming, Ya remembered what Abba said about the totem awakening, and her heart began to look forward to the sacrifice infinitely.

The sun hangs high in the sky, illuminating everything on the earth.

"The snow melted, the snow melted." Not far away, the sound of children cheering could be heard, and Ya knew that the annual sacrifice was coming. Everyone in the tribe was overjoyed, and everyone prepared their clothes for the day of the sacrifice at home.

Sure enough, someone notified in the afternoon, Wu said, it will be good in three days, let everyone get ready.

Ping had already cut a white tiger that Meng had hunted last year into a fur coat to wear during Meng's sacrifice. I picked out the best fox skin and made animal skin clothes for myself and Ya, Ya quietly touched it, and the feeling was not covered, it was very comfortable.

Now, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and it is waiting for the day of the sacrifice.