"One day, I died,

Those who hate me, dance,

Those who love me have tears like dew.

The next day, my body was buried deep in the ground with its head facing west.

Those who hate me, looking at my grave, with a smile on their faces,

People who love me don't dare to look back at me.

A year later, my bones are rotting, and my grave is raining and winding.

The people who hate me still have an angry face when they occasionally mention me after dinner,

Those who love me, in the dead of night, cry to whom silent tears cry.

Ten years later, I had no body left, only a few bones.

Those who hate me only vaguely remember my name, and have forgotten my face,

O people who love me so much, when they think of me, there is a brief silence, and life gradually blurs everything.

Decades later, my grave was blown away by the rain and wind, and all that was left was desolation,

Those who hate me, forget me

Those who loved me so much also went to the grave. ”

……

"The Last of the Mohicans", a song composed by Peruvian musician Alessandro Querivarlu on traditional Indian instruments, languages and instruments.

The so-called Mohican people are a branch of the North American Indians.

But as early as the 17th century, the Mohicans gradually died out under the combined oppression of North American colonists and the Mohoks, who were dependent on the white people.

Ironically, three hundred years later, the nation is a global household name in a grey humor-like way because of an Englishman named David Beckham and his once-iconic mohican hairstyle.

To add insult to irony, the mohican head is not actually the traditional hairstyle of the Mohican people at all, but the Poni people.

But in any case, Sandro, who wrote this song, wept for the ancestors of the whole of America, and the Mohicans were just one of them.

If you can stand on a grander vision, then how can this piece express the pain and unwillingness of the temporarily weakened Orientals in the face of European bandits?

Whether in a glittering concert hall or on a dirty and dilapidated street, when Sandro kneels on the ground and plays a melody that seems to come from the top of the Andes with a simple traditional instrument, those who stop to listen will be struck by the long, desolate, lonely sound of the heart.

Although Zhu Fugui's performance level is far inferior to Sandro, he even played several syllables wrong because of his neglect of training after work.

But the mountains in the night, the night owls and wolves echoing in the hollows are the best accompaniment in the world.

This is something that no matter how luxurious the equipment is, no matter how exquisite the blowing skills are, it cannot be compensated.

Gradually, Zhu Fugui even forgot his situation for a short time, but was really immersed in this song.

When the flute slowly stopped, Zhu Fugui raised his head and found that the girl had sat beside him without knowing when she had been sitting beside her, leaning lightly against him.

She looked up at the sky.

The starry sky without industrial pollution is bright and bright, just like the appearance of the galaxy in the ancient poem.

"What's the name of this piece?"

"It's called "Cliff Mountain"."

"What story is it telling? Seems like a tragedy? ”

"No, it's a story about 'hope.'"

"Hope?"

"Yes, hope, hope in the cliffs......

In the darkest of agony, a veteran surnamed Chen fell into a coma there, but survived.

Later, he returned to his hometown and gave birth to a daughter with a village woman, the girl was named Chen Erniang.

Later, the girl grew up and married an equally ordinary farmer named Zhu Wusi.

Later, they had children.

That kid is called Zhu Chongba......"

Speaking of this, Zhu Fugui showed a look of reminiscence on his face, "That child named Zhu Chongba finally became a hero who tore through the darkness and brought light to the world again, so ......

I say it's a story about 'hope'! ”

There is another sentence that Zhu Fugui did not say, this person named Zhu Chongba, the descendants of five hundred years later, is still trying to bring hope to this suffering world.

……

"A hero who tears through the darkness?" The girl still had her head tilted.

Tonight happens to be the full moon.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on her face, and for a moment, Zhu Fugui felt that those red oil paints that made people couldn't see their faces clearly were so annoying.

"According to the legend of our tribe, the true hero will land on the earth with the power of the sun and the moon, he has fair skin, great strength, and can dispel all evil thoughts in the world......"

"White skin?"

Zhu Fugui couldn't help but sneer, "The guy who came into contact with white people for the first time also believed in such legends, so he regarded them as guests, but in the end, ......"

"Phew!"

The girl withdrew her gaze, and unconsciously grasped the terrible dagger in her hand, "They are devils, beasts, shameless robbers!" And ......"

Turning her head to look at Zhu Fugui's face, the girl asked strangely: "Speaking of which, I think you are fairer than them, why are they white and you are yellow?" ”

Faced with such a question, Zhu Fugui shook his head, not knowing how to answer.

……

"Eagle, your slave is special."

Aunt Bison's voice suddenly appeared behind her.

The two hurriedly turned their heads.

Aunt Bison's expression was not unusual, and it seemed that she had not heard the conversation between Zhu Fugui and the girl.

But......

Zhu Fugui turned to look at the girl.

"Just a slave who is proficient in the tunes of his hometown."

The girl stood up and said, "Auntie, you let the clansmen rest early, you have to hurry tomorrow, it's not safe here." ”

"Hometown tunes?"

Aunt Bison couldn't help but look at Zhu Fugui's appearance, "It's really strange, these people not only look similar to us, but even the little songs of their hometown are so similar......

……

Aunt Bison will be infected by the sound of the flute and the people who can't help but get out of the tent will be scolded, and the whole camp will be quiet again.

Zhu Fugui leaned on the girl's tent and lay down.

Looking at the girl who was still vigilant around, Zhu Fugui couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you expose me?" ”

"Expose what?" The girl didn't turn her head.

"I'll do your language thing."

"Words can deceive, but singing can't."

Zhu Fugui shook his head, he found that he had no way to communicate with this girl at all.

In fact, by the end of the song, Zhu Fugui didn't think of a convincing lie.

If the girl doesn't expose herself, Zhu Fugui feels that she may be able to slowly show her "language talent" in about a month.

If others ask, it means that Young Master Ben is born with divine power and does not know martial arts.

At this point, it was useless to think about it, Zhu Fugui lay on his side on the hay prepared by the girl, and gradually fell asleep.

As a wounded, he was already tired.

……

I don't know how long I slept, but Zhu Fugui was woken up again.

The unknown creature that I heard roaring at the wolf last night is now roaring again.

Although these sounds are wonderful when playing, when you are sleeping, things are completely different.

Zhu Fugui tossed and turned for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep again, so he could only prop himself up.

It was probably the second half of the night.

On the previous stone, there was no longer the shadow of the girl.

Looks like he's back in the tent to catch up on sleep.

The firewood and grass touched the wound on the buttocks, which made Young Master Zhu grin again.

This is not possible, the risk of infection is too high!

Zhu Fugui turned on the system.

Since the previous fruit knife was only put into the shopping cart and had not yet been paid, Zhu Fugui still had seven yuan in his account.

And Zhu Fugui remembered that a box of domestic cefuroxime ester was about three yuan.

If you can find a more primitive cefradine, the price will be cheaper.

However, there is a risk of allergies to cephalosporin, and Zhu Fugui doesn't know if his current body is allergic.

In case of anaphylactic shock or laryngeal edema, take medicine and hang up, then it will be a cheat.

So it would be nice to be able to find something like second-hand azithromycin.

However, whether it is cephalosporin or azithromycin, these drugs are antibiotics and are prescription drugs, and according to reason, e-commerce platforms cannot be traded.

In line with the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, Zhu Fugui still tried to enter the word "antibiotic" in the search bar.

Sure enough, what was found was either some health care products boasting false antibacterial functions, or veterinary antibiotics.

There is not a single medicine for human use.

Just when Zhu Fugui was thinking about whether he wanted to buy a small bag of pig antibiotics that was about to expire, he suddenly found that in the lower left corner of the search results, in a hidden corner, there was a special button.

[Whether to upgrade the user level and get more trading permissions]

Sure enough, this dog system can't be so law-abiding!

Zhu Fugui was overjoyed and hurriedly clicked on the link.

[Whether to choose to consume 10 civilization points to view the full content of this search]

civilization value,

It's that damn civilization again!

Zhu Fugui was depressed for a while, he had that thing, didn't Daming Foreign Trade Company open it a long time ago?

Wait a minute!

At this time, Zhu Fugui found that in addition to the balance of 7 yuan in his account, there was actually another balance.

[Civilization Value: 55 points]

55 points?

How do I have 55 civilization points?

I didn't go to volunteer, and I didn't drive a civilized car every day!

Suddenly, Zhu Fugui thought that according to the previous personalized terms, when he created and spread culture, he could also obtain civilization points.

Previously, he played "The Last of the Mohicans" with Guyna's piccolo.

This piece was originally supposed to be born 100 years later, and now it was played by Zhu Fugui first.

Naturally, this is creation!

In "Civilization 5", whenever a great musician creates a famous song, he can harvest a large wave of cultural points, and now it seems that the system is doing the same.

Counting the eavesdropping Indians, today's audience says more and less, so there are 55 civilization points.

It was a real bonus.

Now that there is a civilization value, Zhu Fugui's Daming Foreign Trade Company can be opened.

Although the double-digit civilization value is only enough to buy and sell a few small things, the matter of exchanging 200 million shirts for a Boeing plane is not something that no one has done.

At this moment, Zhu Fugui was full of ambition.

But before that, there are two questions.

First, you have to buy your own antibiotics.

Heaven and earth are the biggest in life.

If you are here because of bacteremia, what else is there to talk about anti-Qing and restoration of sight, and what kind of business genius is there to talk about?

Second, you have to think about it, Daming Foreign Trade, a century-old store that has been open for a day, where you have to go to find the first product for it.

If you sell Indian food......

Zhu Fugui feels that his century-old store will soon go out of business.