Yingya's grandfather is called Long Nantian, who was a man of the year in the Republic of China and Lu Rongting's brother. When Lu Rongting was a teenager in Wuming Cottage and gathered in the mountains and forests and became the king of the mountain, Long Nantian rushed from Yunnan Province to Gui Province and followed Lu Rongting.

In 1907, Lu Rongting participated in the suppression of the Zhennanguan Campaign launched by Sun Yat-sen and Huang Xing, and was promoted to the commander-in-chief of Youjiang Town and Zuojiang Town. It was at that time that Long Nantian pulled up the pistol battalion, and Yishui was equipped with German box guns as Lu Rongting's personal guard.

In 1920, the Anhui War broke out, and Lu Rongting took refuge with the warlord Wu Peifu. In November of that year, Sun Yat-sen returned to Guangzhou to take office as the president. Lu Rongting secretly contacted his immediate family and sent troops to oppose it. However, under the blow of the revolutionary army, the Gui army was defeated, and most of the troops defected to the revolutionary camp.

Long Nantian, as the captain of the guard, entered the Shanghai Concession at the same time as Lu Rongting. In 1921, Lu Rongting was assassinated by the revolutionary party when he accompanied his aunt and wife to visit a shopping mall in the new century of Shanghai. At the critical moment, Long Nantian blocked the bullet alone, and was shot four times in his body, killing him on the spot. After Long Nantian died in battle, Lu Rongting took out 2,000 pieces of ocean and ordered Long Nantian's only son, Long Zihao, to help the coffin back to Yunnan for burial, and made an appointment to return to the team after three years of filial piety.

In 1922, Chen Jiongming launched a rebellion in Guangdong, which was defeated by Sun Yat-sen's National Revolutionary Army. Lu Rongting felt that the time was ripe, so he quietly sneaked back to Longzhou, collected the old department, re-raised the banner of warlords, and was appointed by the Beiyang government as the "Guangxi Military Governor" to fight against the Guangdong Nationalist Government. But soon, the new Gui warlords led by Li Zongren rose, and the old Gui army was quickly wiped out.

When Lu Rongting "made a comeback", it was the time to employ people, and he sent a special call to Long Zihao, asking him to come to Longzhou to help. But because the filial piety period has not yet expired, Long Zihao decided to slow down. Unexpectedly, this decision saved the lives of the family. After Lu Rongting's defeat again, Li Zongren began to purge the old warlords. Long Zihao had no choice but to take dozens of troops and flee into the junction of Lancang and Annan......

At the end of 1922, my grandfather took my grandmother and dozens of members of my family to leave my hometown and go to the deep mountains and old forests of Lancang, where I took root. Now there are no direct relatives in my hometown, but there are many distant relatives. Now the nine elders of the Long Dai clan are all descendants of my grandfather Long Zihao. ”

"Did you Longdai tribe come from around the Republic of China?"

"It's not. Our tribe was formed by the merger of two small tribes. One is a tribe formed by the fusion of the Dai and Bai peoples, and the other is a tribe formed by the fusion of the Zhuang and Dong peoples. Later, they were ostracized and attacked, and some of them were driven to the mountains of the Sangnu area on the border, and the other part was oppressed in Vientzhen and had a hard time. ”

"After my grandfather entered Lancang from Guangxi, he was besieged by local tribes and many people died. But he brought a small army of only twelve people, all veterans of the original grandfather's pistol battalion, very strong and capable of fighting. They subdued the tribes, and our tribe took root in Sangnu to survive, and Sangnu became the golden land of our tribe. My grandfather's surname was Long, and he was from the Dai tribe, so our tribe was renamed the Long Dai tribe. ”

"How did Long Ji's ancestors join the Long Dai tribe? Why did you come back to Vientiane again? ”

"After Grandpa became the big chief, our tribe became stronger and stronger, and later our tribal alliance, which is a tribe formed by the Zhuang and Dong peoples, voluntarily merged with us and joined our tribe. When Lancang became independent in 75 years, some of us returned to Vientiane. It was very difficult at first, but later, Sister Xu came, and our life gradually got better. Sister Xu, you will always be the Guanyin of our Long Dai people! As she spoke, Yingya folded her hands and bowed deeply to Xu Tianyi!

Xu Tianyi hurriedly bowed and returned the salute!

Shui Ya hugged Xu Tianyi, touched her face and said, "I will go to China to study when I grow up, and I will also be a person like Aunt Xu in the future!" ”

Xu Tianyi kissed her little face and said pitifully, "Auntie has arranged it for you, in the future, let our Xiao Shuiya go to the best school in China to go to primary school, middle school, and university, and in the future, we will become the most learned female politician or female diplomat in Lancang." ”

The two beautiful girls sat quietly on the side, their big eyes flashing, always listening to Yingya and Xu Tianyi seriously, or looking at them with a smile. There was clearly a trace of joy in those eyes, no, it was surprise, and of course, there was a trace of love, which made Yu Songyuan and Lin Tao feel unusual, and their hearts were furious.

They obviously didn't understand all Chinese, and after the others finished speaking, Xu Tianyi or Yingya would translate it to them in a low voice in Lancang.

The welcome ceremony has been completed, and a melody overflowing with a touch of sadness suddenly sounded in the room, and Xiao Shuiya sang a sad song in Chinese in a childish child's voice:

"Ah, Champa flower, when I see you, the sun rises in my heart; Behold your heart, and your fragrance ripples in our hearts. For many years, your father planted you on the garden land. When you are lonely and lonely, you come to comfort you and relieve the melancholy in your heart. Ah, Champa has been with us since that childhood. ”

Xu Tianyi, Yingya, and the two beautiful girls all sang in unison. It's just that the two girls are in Lancang language, and the soothing and beautiful tune is like a trickle of clear spring, flowing out of a soothing power:

"Ah, the Champa flower, the flower of Lancang, beautiful as the stars; We are extremely happy, you grew up in the land of Lancang. When we are far away from our dear motherland and in a foreign land, you are our inseparable and dear friend, and we will live forever. Ah, Chamba flowers, the soul of Lancang, clear and fragrant. ”

The song is finished, but the aftermath lingers and endures. Its lyrics and melody are both faintly melancholy, but also full of hope and power, which is very infectious.

Yingya said, "This song is called "Chamba Flower", and it is a popular Lancang song. In fact, the Chamba flower is a very common flower in our Lancang. The streets and alleys, in front of the court and behind the house, can be seen everywhere. It is not showy, but it has an elegant and simple charm. It is not as fragrant and rich as magnolia, but it is always intoxicating with its own light fragrance. ”

"On weekdays, girls like to pin it on their heads, and on festivals people soak it in water and sprinkle it with blessings to relatives and friends. The author of the song "Chamba Flower" is Mr. Udama, the first director of the Culture and Education Bureau of the Lancang government, and the inspiration for the creation came from Mr. Udama's poignant love experience. ”

It turned out that when Mr. Udama was 18 years old, he came to Vientiane from his hometown to enter Pavel Middle School. At that time, this school was the only highest institution in Lancang. It was here that Mr. Udama met a girl named Danmani. She is not particularly delicate, but her deep and clear eyes reveal innocence, wisdom and sincerity. They soon fell in love, and on the path in the forest, under the shade of the Mekong River, they confided their wishes to each other.

Mr. Udama said that after graduation, he wants to become a teacher and use cultural knowledge to open the window of people's hearts, while Danmani hopes to be an "angel in white" to save the lives of those who are struggling on the brink of death. They get along with each other, and their lives are full of bright sunshine and the fragrance of flowers wafting everywhere.

However, under the dark rule of French colonization, the life of every Lancang person is imprisoned, distorted and desperate, and where can the flower of love and ideals of young people have the opportunity to bloom freely.

One day, after school, Danmani hurried to Mr. Udama and said that he had something to discuss. Her pale and haggard countenance, and her miserable, bewildered gaze, made Mr. Utama's heart tighten at once, and a great misfortune seemed to be pressing mercilessly towards them with staggering steps.

Danmani told him that a French colonial officer had a bad heart for her, and that he came to her house every day to pester, and that he had to marry her, and that his kind-hearted father had been tortured to the point of falling ill. Holding her cold little hand and looking at her teary-eyed face, Mr. Udama's heart was broken. He was angry and yelled at the sky, but in the dim world of the country's ruin, he really tasted the helplessness and sorrow after losing his motherland!

For several days, Danmani was not seen on campus. One day, Mr. Udama, unable to resist the torment of anticipation and lovesickness, decides to go to her house to find her. Unexpectedly, Danmani's house was empty, and only the few champa flowers were still blooming silently in the silent dusk.

Life is really like a tear of honey, sweet and sad, you always have to taste it yourself. Mr. Udama was even more reticent, often wandering among the champa flowers by the school wall, just as he and Danmani had lingered there before, as if only the fragrance overflowing from the heart of the flowers could give him warmth and comfort, and soothe the wounds of his soul. And the raindrops that gently slipped from the petals were more like Danmani's crystal teardrops telling the heart of farewell.

It was also on such a moonlit and starry night, also under the same candlelight, that a passion surged in the heart of Mr. Udama, a string of notes jumped before his eyes, and poems flowed under his pen, and he wrote this immortal song "Chamba Flower" with his heart.

In October 1945, the cities of Vientiane and Luang Prabang broke out in succession against French colonial rule, and the 'Ishara Front' (i.e., Freedom Front) headed by Prince Suphanuphon was formed. Mr. Udama also left school and joined the "Ishara" to become a fighter who fought for the freedom and independence of his homeland.

In that turbulent and war-torn era, he was like a cloud in the sky, wandering among the large and small towns and green mountains and rivers of Lancang. He had been searching for Damani, but there was no news of her, some saying that she had left the country, others that she had died, but Mr. Udama believed that she was still standing under the champa bushes......