"Oh, I see!"

"What do you know?"

"I think the eldest brother wrote this witch word, the original intention is likely to be to name the new tribe we formed?" Houtu pondered, "Yes, that's the case, we don't have a home, and the tribe doesn't exist anymore, the only thing is that we are close to each other, we rely on each other, just like this witch word, and ah, the battalion commander, they practice the exercises deduced from the witch spell, doesn't this just mean that the witch is named after the tribe we are about to form?"

"And this kind of explanation?" Zhu Rong was very puzzled, and his eyes were confused.

"Just ask the eldest brother!" Ju Mang was very irresponsible.

"How do you ask?" Candle looked up from his deep thinking.

"Second brother-, of course, I asked directly!" The thick earth flickered with watery eyes, and the long eyelashes reflected the sunlight. "Big brother, is this the name of our new tribe?"

I saw the snake's head tapped, and in the eyes of everyone, this was a signal, a beautiful signal. Even though the serpent could not speak, it expressed itself in another way.

"It's really yes!"

"yes!"

"Is this the name of our new tribe?"

"Wu!"

"Are we witches?"

"No, this should be the leader's expectation of us, it contains expectations, this word, this tribe is full of meaning!"

Everyone is happy, the people who came out of this cannon fodder battalion have been fighting together for many years, they are very familiar with each other, they all have a fateful friendship, they can be trusted, and their lives can be delivered to each other.

"It's this Li'er! hiss......" Chongshan wanted to understand the details, his heart was happy, he didn't know the severity of his hand, and slapped his thigh hard, the pain went straight to the bone marrow, even so, his heart was still excited, and the cracked mouth reached the back of his head.

"Listen to the leader, our new tribe is called Wu!" "Our existence is to protect the tribe, the tribe, and the human race. ”

"Battalion commander, this guardian human race, are we setting our goal too big?"

"Fart, how can it be big? Aren't you human?" Facing the question, Chongshan was a little annoyed and angry, but he couldn't show weakness verbally.

"Wu, lies in guarding, whether it is your own tribe or someone else's, the nature of guardianship is unchanged, and the guardian human race is indeed a bit exaggerated, but our ultimate goal remains the same, it is to protect. The existence of witches is to protect them, to help their people resist disasters and overcome difficulties, whether they are natural disasters or disasters that threaten our survival. Houtu pursed his lips, pinched a strand of hair in his right hand, and defined the witch as a guardian, and affirmed Chongshan's words.

In the face of the relief of the thick soil, Chongshan was very, his chin was raised high, and he squinted at the group of people under his hands. Chongshan's funny behavior won the good-natured laughter of the crowd.

It was so lively here, laughing and playing with each other, but no one paid attention to the candle at the edge of the crowd, and he was still silent at this time, but there was a feeling of loneliness in the silence.

Life is short, not that the pain in a person's life is very short, but that people's life is short, mortal life is only a few decades, except for the infantile years, planing off the old, and how many years is a good time in the spring and autumn?

It is said that it is necessary to have fun in time, and there are a few people who can do it, less and no more, old and weak, and trivial things are annoying in the spring and autumn, and they are struggling to survive. How much time, how many days and nights, to make people think about life and the future?

At this moment, the lonely figure is outside the crowd, still the usual silence, making people ignore his existence.

It's not that Candle doesn't want to fit in with the crowd, it's that he doesn't know how to fit in. As the younger brother of Wen Chuanting, he has a good foundation, but he is still on the outside, like a transparent shadow, not being noticed.

"Why can't you fit in?" Seeing his younger siblings talking and laughing with everyone, Candle couldn't help but ask himself.

"Is it because my presence is low, and it's easy to be overlooked? Maybe. "Candle is torturing himself, he is not blindly doubting and questioning others, he has no right to do this, and he will not do this, he understands that a person's existence does not exist because others pay attention. "Big brother once said that everyone is unique and irreplaceable in this world!"

"What about my existence?"

"Why do my younger brothers and sisters know things and I don't? Why don't I know what my eldest brother has said and what he has said, but all three of them know very well?"

"Is it because the eldest brother didn't tell me specifically? No, obviously, the eldest brother treats us equally, and will say anything to our face, and will not talk to the three of them behind my back, so where is the problem?"

"Where is the problem? Is it that I don't care?" A series of questions, with the candle's thoughts, kept spreading, from not being able to blend into the crowd, to now 'they know what I don't know', his mind is full of these kinds of questions, his thinking is a little confused, at this moment, the more he wants to understand where the problem is.

As he himself said, Wen Chuanting will not leave him alone, let alone explain the problem to the other three people behind his back, this question is really found from the candle itself, and the candle is indeed doing this. He didn't feel sorry for himself, and he didn't easily doubt others, even if that person was his eldest brother, he asked Chuanting.

The desolation of the grasslands in southern Xinjiang, the lonely figure, I don't know who reflects whom, there is always a wandering person in the crowd, it seems so sad and desolate, like a lone wolf, wanting to integrate into the wolf pack, but it is not accepted.

"Yes......! Woo!" Joy and crying, pain and heart-openness, at the same moment striking the candle that had been silent for many days, he figured it out. In the confusion of his thoughts, he broke through the thorns, as if in a dense net, struggling out of the slightest gap, he saw the light.

"It's not my brother's fault at all, it's not my brothers' fault, it's my fault. He cried this, with a smile on his face, and his abnormality made everyone who was resting stunned, and they couldn't understand why he was crying and laughing when he had been silent.

"Second brother, what's wrong with you?" Houtu gently came over and sat down next to him.

"Second brother......" Ju Mang's surprised eyes, he couldn't understand what happened to him.

"Second child, are you okay?" Zhu Rong opened his huge eyes, his black pupils showed a large number of whites of his eyes, and he looked at pity, as if he was looking at someone with abnormal nerves.

"I see!" Candle smiled, but tears welled up, she couldn't control it, she didn't want to control it, just like that, let it flow.

Everyone was silent, they all stopped what they were doing, and gathered around, and their concern was overflowing.

"Candle ......"

"I'm fine!" In the face of everyone's kindness, Candle stretched out his hand and wiped his tears indiscriminately, but he couldn't stop the flow of tears.

Chapter 3 Delivered!