Under the high sun, a young man of eighteen or nineteen, dressed in rags and unkempt, was sitting boredly on a large rock, looking at the sheep in front of him. The shabby and dirty black leather garment was full of traces of coarse twine. Her long brown hair had been curled after not being washed for a long time. Dark-skinned, pale blue eyes are looking ahead. Looking beyond the flock of sheep in front of him, the endless meadow.

Not far from the young man was a simple house made of wood and stone. There was no door to this house, only a fence made of cluttered branches, which was erected at the door. The roof, made of dozens of small logs, was covered with yellowed grass. Two or three little lambs were playing and screaming at the humble door.

A faint breeze blew through the young man's long, dirty brown hair. The young man faced the breeze, but he frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes. Then the palm of his hand was touched, and the scabbard of a long black iron knife placed next to the big stone came.

I saw that in the farthest distance of the young man's gaze, a black dot was slowly walking towards him. Looking at the approaching black spot, the young man also stood up from the big rock he was sitting on. Then he pinned the black iron long knife to his worn cowhide belt.

When the black dots that were approaching him gradually became clearer. The young man's pale blue eyes also flashed some very complicated looks. Among them, there is joy, vigilance, and some confusion and confusion, but in the end, they all return to calm.

It was a middle-aged man with a rickety figure and a rag striped robe. The middle-aged man was still waving his hands to the young man standing on the boulder until he was approaching the place where the young man was standing, not far from the boulder. As if to tell the young man standing on the boulder that he had no ill intentions.

In this way, the middle-aged man in the rag striped clothes got closer and closer to the boulder where the young man was standing. Until he was sweating profusely and tired, he walked under the big rock where the young man was standing, but he didn't look much at the young man standing on the big stone.

But when he came to the boulder, he was very unceremonious, and sat down in the shelter under the boulder to take advantage of the cold. In the cool room, he also peeled off the clothes he was wearing, revealing his very skinny upper body. The rickety, who was covered in stinky sweat, leaned his deformed back against the cool stone wall under the big rock.

It can be seen from the black mud everywhere that this rickety man must have not taken a bath for a long time. And beside him there was a big bag of shabby animal skins. and a sleek crutch with some faded, torn strips of linen tied to the head.

At this time, a cool black shadow was erected between the neck of the rickety man who was under the big stone, took off the torn linen clothes and leaned against the big stone, and enjoyed the shade in the shade. The rickety man didn't pay much attention to the black shadow around his neck. Instead, he still leaned up on his neck, leaning against the cool big stone wall, looking at the sky where the white clouds floated.

"What did you do here?"

With slightly wary words, the young man asked lightly about the rickety man. But he did not draw the knife, but put the scabbard against his neck. But he didn't relax his vigilance because of this sudden appearance, and he didn't care about himself like this, hiding in the shade under the boulder to enjoy the shade!

Because... Over the years... He, the first thing he learned. That is, no matter what time you are, you can't let down your vigilance! Because you don't know when you're going to lose your life in this desolate meadow because of your carelessness!

"You kid won't see it yourself, huh?"

But after listening to the young man's question, the rickety man was a little reluctant to pay attention to his meaning, and said in a hoarse voice. As he spoke, he was still looking at the white clouds floating quietly in the sky. It's as if those white clouds are something nice to look at in his eyes...

"Who knows who you are."

"Huh?! I don't know? Don't you see the clothes I'm wearing? ... You..."

As the rickety man spoke, he looked at the young man who was using the scabbard in his hand against his neck. Looking at the ragged and unkempt young man in front of him, when he grabbed his sackcloth strip with his hand, he smiled a little suddenly, and said again with a little helplessness and embarrassment: "Ah! I forgot. Along the way, my clothes are also a little... It's a little old..."

Although the young man was still vigilant, this rickety man did not seem to be threatening. But the black iron scabbard that was against the rickety man's neck also took it back when the rickety man wanted to straighten up while the rickety man was talking.

Looking at the rickety man, who was shirtless and almost dirty with his own body, and touched the smooth crutch with rags beside him, the young man couldn't help but tighten his palm holding the knife again.

"Look, do you see? This, this is me.. My stick. ”

"Huh?!"

"Still, you don't understand?"

“....”

Seeing the young man holding the black iron long knife in his hand, the rickety man who still couldn't understand his meaning couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart. But seeing that the young man in front of him was always like this, he couldn't recognize who he was, but he was also a little impatient. Holding his cane tied with a tattered linen strip, he slowly stood up, and said with some confidence: "I, I am... It's a shaman..."

"Shaman? ....”

"Not all... Yes, it was with the old shaman of Master... Apprentice..."

When the rickety man heard the young man's question, he said intermittently without telling himself. As he spoke, he sat down again and leaned back on the boulder.

"Boy, don't stand. Let's sit together. Is this your home? ”

The rickety man spoke, but as if the big rock belonged to his family, he beckoned the young man, who was still puzzled, to sit down together.

In this way, the rickety man and the young man gradually chatted with each other... Until night came, to the surprise of the rickety man, the young man slaughtered a large sheep to entertain him... He also learned from his conversations with the youth that the youth was a herdsman living in this meadow.

And he also told the young man in general about himself... Originally, he came here with the old shaman. His master will be here, serving as a shaman of a clan. But I don't know why, but I walked and walked and got separated from the master... That's why he walked like a headless fly on the aimless meadow, and finally met the young man standing on the boulder...

When the young man slaughtered the sheep, the rickety man tried to stop the young man from doing so. Because he knew that since the young man was a herdsman, the sheep were not owned by the young man. But the young man didn't care about this, and still slaughtered the fattest one of the twenty or so sheep he watched...

The bonfire burned under the boulder, but with a faint smell of meat. The rickety man looked at the mutton bones roasted around the bonfire, but he also swallowed saliva in his throat. He's not eaten meat in a long time... Even beside the harsh master, the old shaman. No matter how hard he tries, he will always be just the disciple who is the least treated. Because he was born deformed, he was originally a child of a liberal family, but because of his appearance, he was sent to the master by his parents when he was young...

The young man was very calm, roasting the cut lamb bones. But he's also been eating meat for a long time... Looking at the meat roasted by himself, smelling the aroma of the meat wafting slowly, his stomach, which was often not full, also grunted a little.

But he still handed the roasted half-ripe lamb bones to this strange man he met today. The first person I've seen in a long time... Seeing him grinning with his teeth burned by meat, the young man's heart also had a long-lost taste in his heart...

"Give!"

"What is this?"

"Yes, it's my master's wine."

"Your master's?"

"No, it's fine. It's a big deal, just take a beating from the master. I've long been used to it, out of the way, hehe! ”

The rickety man spoke, but he untied the big burden of animal skin he was carrying. Immediately, he handed one of the leather bags inside to the young man who was still roasting the mutton bones on the side. But he has nothing to repay the youth... But only this one is carried by the master, and the wine in the leather bag can be handled.

Since this young man was willing to slaughter a big sheep for himself as an unknown passer-by. Burdened with the fate of being beaten by the master... Then he can also repay the meal of mutton, and the master severely beats him to give the young man some wine to drink. Because of themselves... Over the years, no one has treated him so well...

The young man took the leather bag handed over by the rickety man. He, but he hadn't drunk for a long time. Even the last time I had a drink, it was many years ago, when he was very young. Although, he still maintains his vigilance. But when he saw the rickety man gnawing on the mutton bones and looking at himself with his very ugly sharp teeth, he had an inexplicable trust, so he drank the wine in the rickety man's skin.

"Ahh Oh! Oh! Whew~~~"

Next to the bonfire, a drunken rickety man. But around the bonfire, and still roasting lamb bones and young people, they danced a strange dance. With a red face on his face, he was dancing strangely, and from time to time he took a bite of the mutton bone in his hand.

The young man was also a little drunk, looking at the rickety man who seemed to be crazy and walked around himself and the bonfire, naked and dancing strange dances. Empty skins and scraps of lamb bones fell to the ground. Listening to the hoarse and very ugly shout, the young man gradually showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Wow~~~Namula~Ancestor~~Wow~~~Bless ... Ay? By the way, I don't know what your name is? I don't know what your name is, the divine dance I danced for you doesn't work! I jumped like this, maybe... Perhaps your master will not cure you for the sin of killing his sheep and eating them. You don't have to eat whips for killing sheep! ”

The rickety man spoke, but he still danced around the youth and the bonfire.

"Sherchi... What about you? What's your name? ”

"Me! Whew~~My name is ~~Wow~~~ My name is Hubari! Hahahaha~ Ah! Oh! Oh! Whew~~~~"

Sherchi looked at Huba Ri, who was screaming and mixed with his own name, but he also silently wrote down in his heart that this person who was naked and praying for himself came.