The sun rises. It looks like it's another day like yesterday, but for some people in the grassland, it's different from yesterday.

For example, those people in the Feng tribe who want to exchange things with the traveling team are thinking about what to take and what to exchange; for example, the people who have been guarding the air, they can rest today, and usually there will be big birds flying by to catch the livestock they raise, but today, there is a bigger bird in the sky, and they don't see the figure that usually gives them headaches; and for example, an old man who lives in the tourist area of the Feng tribe.

Today is a special day for Lao Hao, every year on this day, he will come to the top of the mountain, face a direction, pray and sing.

I don't know when his ancestors made it a rule that on this day every year, he would come here to pray and sing songs to remember the words that had been handed down from a very early age, and the name of the tribe that no one knew when they said it.

Lao Hao is also accustomed to coming here at this time of year to inherit the will of his ancestors and fulfill the wishes of his ancestors and himself.

Every time at this time, that magical dream will appear in Lao Hao's mind.

Every detail is clear, including the rising flames and the twin horns surrounded by flames.

It seems to be the same as what his ancestors said, and sometimes, he can't even tell whether it is in a dream or in reality, whether it is his own fantasy or reality.

Does the tribe still exist zài?

Whenever there was such doubt, he would stand here praying, singing, and strengthening his faith.

Many tourists don't understand his behavior, and some people will pity him, he doesn't care, just insist, and likes to sing like this.

Whenever this happens, he forgets all his boredom and troubles.

Leave aside all other sorrows, just here, singing all day.

Today.

As in previous years, he carried a straw bag with barbecue.

A kettle, head up the hill.

The mountain within the range of the Fengbe land is not high, here, it is already the highest place, he wants to go to the top of the higher mountain, but not to mention whether he can climb the mountain alive, that side is not the territory of the Feng tribe, probably not waiting for him to pass.

He was killed as an intruder.

Standing on the top of the green mountain, Lao Hao took a deep breath and, as in previous years, opened his voice and sang.

The song spread from the top of the mountain to other places, and people nearby heard it, but they didn't care.

People sing every day, but they don't pay attention to what they sing or how they sing.

Still doing their own thing.

"Since the beginning of the world, there have been our ancestors, when the tribes arose. With hunting as the first, the spring is warm, the ice and snow have disappeared, the birds and beasts are jumping, the birds and beasts are roaring, and the hunting warriors are happy to go to the ......"

Lao Hao stood alone on the top of the mountain, facing one direction, singing and singing.

Suddenly, he heard a second voice, and someone joined him in singing.

He also sang the same song as him.

He sang the "Hunting Song" handed down by his ancestors.

It's also the only song he knows, and he hasn't even learned the song that the people of the Feng tribe often sing.

Because there is only this one, usually when everyone sings, Lao Hao often sings, and some people around him can sing a few words with him even if they can't.

It's just that, I don't know why, what others sing and what Lao Hao sings are obviously the same song, but they give people a completely different feeling.

The former sang as if in mourning, and the more he sang, the more sad he became, while the latter sang higher and higher in high spirits.

Perhaps, only the people of the Yanjiao tribe can sing such a sad song extremely heroically.

Therefore, at first, when Lao Hao heard someone singing along with him, he only thought it was someone nearby, but did not turn around, still standing there, and continued to sing.

But soon, he found that the other party followed such a long song, not only that, but the other party sang better than himself, as for why he could hear it, then he still need to ask?

The other party's singing was not as low as what others sang, but it made Lao Hao feel more excited, obviously some tones were different from what he remembered, but it made Lao Hao have a feeling: This song should be sung like this.

The other party was behind him, and Lao Hao wanted to turn around and see who it was and ask where it was.

However, Lao Hao did not look back, he had to finish singing this song, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the ancestors.

“...... For the sake of the prey, I hurried every day, went deep into the belly of the mountain, returned from hunting without empty loads, and had the ability to identify the traces of beasts......"

Singing and singing, Lao Hao was immersed in such a wonderful state again, he saw a double horn with flames, which seemed to be close at hand, but could not be touched, and always felt as if it was a little close.

After singing the whole "Hunting Song", Lao Hao has not recovered from that state.

After waiting for about half an hour, Lao Hao gradually came back to his senses, thinking of the person who was singing with him just now, Lao Hao turned to look over, but what he saw was a young man he had never seen before.

"Hey, what kid are you, and how did you end up here?"

Lao Hao asked.

"Huh?"

Shao Xuan was even more puzzled, "Have you ever seen anything like me?"

"Who are you?

Lao Hao drank some water and asked.

"My name is Shao Xuan. ”

After thinking about it, Shao Xuan added: "Yanjiao tribesmen." ”

Lao Hao glanced at Shao Xuan, and his eyes seemed to say: You said nonsense.

After drinking water and resting for a while, Lao Hao beckoned Shao Xuan, "No matter where you come from, come and sing with me again." ”

Shao Xuan: "......"

That's it?

After experiencing Yan Shuo's strong and excited reaction before, encountering such a calm one, Shao Xuan really didn't know how to deal with it.

So, he walked over and sang another song with Lao Hao.

After singing for the second time, Lao Hao sat on the ground and rested for a while.

"Where are you from?"

Lao Hao asked at this time.

"I'm following the caravan over there. ”

Shao Xuan replied.

"Hey, you're not afraid of danger, those teams who traveled far away are not very good-tempered, and you should have met a good person this time. ”

Lao Hao said.

"Why did you face that direction when you were singing?"

Shao Xuan asked.

"You don't know?!"

Lao Hao looked at Shao Xuan with reproachful eyes: "That is the birthplace of our tribe! Remember, don't forget it in the future!"

After chatting with Lao Hao for a while, Shao Xuan knew the reason why Lao Hao came here to sing.

It seems that every person from the Flamehorn tribe is very persistent and lives in their own way.

Keep the faith in your heart.

Lao Hao's son is gone, the daughter-in-law ran away by herself, and the wife is at home with her young sick grandson.

There is only one day of the year when Lao Hao will come here to sing.

Last year, I also brought my grandson with me, but unfortunately, my grandson was a little sick in the past few days, so Lao Hao came alone, and when he sang, he also prayed to the ancestors, hoping to get the blessing of the ancestors and bless his little grandson to be cured.

There are a lot of people on the steppe.

Sick and sick, it's gone.

After resting for a while, Lao Hao began to sing again, and pulled Shao Xuan to sing together, he always felt that when he sang with Shao Xuan, he was particularly energetic, and there was a sense of excitement, like a hunting warrior who was going to go out immediately.

Over and over again, Shao Xuan sang with the old man.

The sun rises from the beginning.

It wasn't until it gradually began to fall that Lao Hao really stopped.

When the song is over, it's time to go back.

Lao Hao and Shao Xuan went down the mountain together.

also asked Shao Xuan about his next plans, and heard that Shao Xuan was going to the central part of the country, but Lao Hao did not agree.

"It's too far away, it's too dangerous, you kid with little ability, how can you go to the central part with those far-away travelers? I advise you to go back to the place where you used to live, maybe not well, but at least you can live. To be alive is to have hope. Seeing that you are quite strong, it should be good to think about life...... If you really can't find a place. You can stay with me, although life on the grassland is also difficult. But compared to those who drift around, it's much better. ”

Lao Xiao persuaded him.

"It's okay, don't worry, I have the ability to protect myself. ”

Shao Xuan said.

"Young man, don't think that if you have more strength, you can run around, although we have more strength, we are still very weak compared to those totem warriors. ”

"But I'm a totem warrior. ”

“...... What?"

"I said, am I a totem warrior, or am I intermediate...... Hey, be careful!"

Before Shao Xuan finished speaking, he saw the old man's feet twist and roll down the hillside, if Shao Xuan hadn't pulled the person quickly, Lao Hao would probably have rolled farther, and even hit those raised stones.

Lao Hao was carried back from the mountain by Shao Xuan, his foot was sprained, but fortunately there were no other injuries.

Lao Hao's wife was taking care of her little grandson at home, and when she saw the person who was carried back by Shao Xuan, she hurriedly greeted her and checked Lao Hao's injury.

"It's okay, it's just that my foot is twisted, hey, Shao Xuan, hurry up, where did you just go? Keep going! Who else is in the tribe? What did the witch teach you?"

Lao Hao didn't care about answering his wife's questions, and he didn't care about the injury on his foot, so he asked Shao Xuan to continue to talk about the Yanjiao tribe.

After putting Lao Hao on the wooden bed and taking the medicine again, Shao Xuancai said: "I thought you knew it earlier, so calm." ”

"How did I know that you really came from the Yanjiao tribe, and I thought you were a tourist. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Hao himself couldn't cry or laugh, he actually misunderstood.

In the past, when several tribes on the grassland had friendly exchanges with each other, he also went with him, and met tourists like him, and the brothers and sisters would tell each other about their troubles, and then come back and continue their lives.

Everyone longed to return to the tribe one day, but generation after generation, from birth to death, did not fulfill this wish.

Lao Hao once thought that maybe this would be the end of his life, his grandfather, his grandfather's grandfather, and some of his earlier ancestors were all on this grassland, helping the tribes here to do things, living here, I don't know how long they have lived, the only thing that is still there is the mouth of Guò from generation to generation, passing those words, those things that must be known.

"Because we have lived here for a long time, whether we are good people, we have great strength, and we work diligently, and the people of the tribe treat us a little bit, just like the people of the Feng tribe, and sometimes they will ask me to help herd the herds, so let the tribe not worry, we can still hold on!

"You know how to graze?"

Shao Xuan asked.

"Yes, this will be a long time ago. ”

"Do you know how to raise those animals?"

Shao Xuan asked again.

"Of course it will. Those of us who live on the steppes do. ”

Shao Xuan thought to himself, talent.

If this is changed to the people on the other side of the river, the livestock will be given to them, and they will be raised and put into the pot.

(To be continued)