But from a distance, I intuitively felt that the child was not black, and even from a distance... The figure is actually a bit like Hanwen......

The child has a small face at the moment, and looks extremely serious.

The chief-like man at the head bowed down in front of the child, then took his fleshy little hand with both hands, kissed it gently, and then turned to serve a plate of roast meat himself.

After the chief turned to leave, the people who were kneeling on the ground, one by one, stepped forward in an extraordinary order, but these people were different from the man at the head, and it seemed that they were not qualified to kiss the child's hand again, but they still bent down reverently and offered a plate of melons, fruits or food.

The child sat up straight, his eyes did not squint, as if he was not very interested in the gifts offered by these people, and there was always a noble aura around him.

Because she felt more and more that this child was a bit like Hanwen, Concubine Ye was a little anxious to change her position, and after adjusting it repeatedly for a while, she found an angle that could clearly see the child's appearance.

The child's skin was sunburned a healthy wheat color, and his hair seemed to be tied into a ball because it had not been trimmed for a long time, and there was a decoration made of two bones hanging on it, and with the fleshy little face, it looked a bit like a little boy under the ancient Taoist priest.

The child's eyebrows are painted with something similar to oil paint and gold dust, outlining the shape of a cluster of flames, and the sides of his cheeks are also painted with oil paint and other simple but mysterious patterns, which make him look a little mysterious against the background of the fire.

Looking down, he was a sturdy figure, slightly chubby, and had a round belly.

He wears a necklace made of animal teeth around his neck, and a thin piece of animal skin around his waist and abdomen......

Concubine Ye's eyes became more and more moist, and tears fell one after another.

It's Hanwen... It must be Hanwen......

Concubine Ye's two hands were clenched into fists, and because she was too excited, she suddenly sat on the ground, looking at the little fat man sitting on the table stupidly, and the tears in her eyes continued to surge layer after layer.

"Hanwen is still alive... It's still alive......" The corners of Concubine Ye's mouth slightly hooked up a smile, as if this scene was too unreal, or maybe this scene had already appeared countless times in her mind.

So much so that at this moment, she didn't rush out all at once, but sat stunned like a fool, except for a pair of eyes that seemed to grow on him, and she was reluctant to blink.

If Concubine Ye was closer at this moment, she would definitely be able to find that the little fat dun on the table at this moment, who looked extremely sacred and did not squint, would always quietly open her eyelids and peek at it every time she received the food offered by the aborigines, and then kept muttering in her mouth.

"Bananas don't ......"

"Mango don't ......"

"Oh, a good roast leg of lamb."

Hanwen looked at the fruits and meat offered by these people with a blank face, and muttered to himself.

"Ah, the chicken legs are not bad, either!"

Finally seeing his favorite meat, Hanwen's eyes that were squeezed into two slits lit up a little, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his eyes repeatedly fell on the two plates of meat, and he was reluctant to leave.

About ten minutes passed, until each of the natives had offered food, and the men were lined up again and quiet.