In a relatively desolate and deserted tribe, a horse was carrying two people. The rider was a man in his thirties. He was tall and strong, with a slightly dark face, but his facial features were as exquisite as sculptures. He has a pair of big eyes, two curved eyebrows as clear as paint, and a majestic heroic spirit. He carries a big bow on his back. He is one of the best marksmen in this tribe and serves as the military leader of the tribe. He is a man of righteousness and boldness, and has won many awards. The township party respects him.
His name is Zhang Xiaoyong, and he is the sworn brother of the tribe leader Zhang Laosheng. Others used to call him Zhang Laoer. At this time, he was rushing home. A young man greeted him on the way: "Second brother, what are you carrying right now?"
Zhang Laoer immediately carried a black object on his back, which looked like a human being, but the appearance was black, more like a piece of charcoal. The clothes on his body were in tatters, and he lay motionless on the horse's back. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Zhang Laoer said: "I was hunting in the forest today and I encountered a black thing. It was a human being. He was still alive, so I brought him back. It saved my life."
"Hey, there's this weird thing!"
Zhang Laoer entered a city gate, which was surrounded by city walls. It looked like a city, but it was empty inside and overgrown with reeds and grass. It seemed like there was no human habitation. But outside the city wall, it was very lively, with rows of dirt. Houses and huts are criss-crossed, and chickens and dogs hear each other. The city and the outside are like two worlds.
When we got home, we found a spacious rammed earth house with a hall in the middle and bedrooms on both sides. Zhang Laoer got off his horse and carried the person on his back.
"Dad, why did you come home so early today?"
A young woman came forward. Zhang Laoer's wife died of illness a few years ago, leaving behind a son and two daughters. Zhang Laoer was both a father and a mother. He worked hard to raise three children. The eldest daughter came to her. , named Zhang Qiaoyun, seventeen years old this year, with a slim appearance and undulating curves. Although he was born in a peasant family, his skin is white and delicate, so tender that you can pinch water.
Zhang Laoer carried the black charcoal-shaped guy into the house and called to his daughter: "Yun'er, pour hot water and bring a towel. Dad picked up a man all by himself today. I don't know if he can survive!"
Zhang Qiaoyun was startled and hurried to get the relevant things.
Zhang Laoer put the man on the bed, took the hot water from his daughter, opened the man's mouth, poured the hot water in, and told Zhang Qiaoyun to make some rice porridge.
He wiped the hot towel on the dark face, revealing a fair face. He looked like a boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had an immature face with sharp edges, thick eyebrows, and a high nose. He was still a handsome boy.
Zhang Laoer was busy working when a childish voice sounded behind him: "Daddy, where are you going to pick up a little brother?"
The second daughter, Zhang Qiaozhen, widened her round eyes and looked at the person on the bed curiously. The little girl looked like a porcelain doll, exquisite and clear, with picturesque features. She was ten years old this year, an age where she was innocent and innocent. There is an eight-year-old child with a chubby face and a pair of big, twinkling eyes. He is very cute. That is his younger brother Zhang Baolong.
"You two little bastards, where have you gone crazy? Dad picked up a man from the forest. He is still breathing, but there is no movement. Just watch here and don't move around. Wait until dad goes to find a doctor to take a look."
Zhang Laoer turned around and left. The two siblings were full of interest. They walked forward with a playful smile and pinched the man's nose and ears to see if he would move.
The young man who fell into a coma was in a blur of consciousness. He felt burning pain all over his body, as if he had been roasted by the fire of hell, and his internal organs were smoking. Then he felt ice piercing his bones, and waves of cold currents rushed through his body. , the two heavens of ice and fire alternate between each other, which is extremely painful.
Just as he was feeling uncomfortable, a stream of warm water flowed in from his mouth. He was extremely thirsty at this time. This mouthful of hot water benefited the young man immensely. It was as if the long-drought earth had been watered. His whole body was moisturized, and he gradually recovered. , and then felt a stinging pain in my waist, like being stung by a wasp, burning pain.
The young man gradually became conscious, and all kinds of senses slowly awakened. However, his eyelids weighed more than a thousand pounds. He tried hard, but he still couldn't open them. At this time, a childish voice came to his ears: "Second sister, I used all my strength to Why didn't he wake up after I pinched him? In the past, when I pinched daddy while he was sleeping, daddy jumped up!"
Zhang Baolong tilted his head, looking confused. Doesn't this person know pain?
"He may be dying. Just like my eldest sister, she usually grows vegetables. If the vegetables are dying, water them with more water. Brother, pinch his mouth open!"
His mouth was pinched open by a pair of small hands. His mouth felt cold, and a cold current rushed in. The boy's breathing became rapid, his throat vibrated, and he coughed involuntarily.
Half a ladle of water was poured in, and when the boy actually started to move, the little girl shouted happily: "It's moving, it's moving, let's drink it again!"
Immediately afterwards, another large gourd of water came in, like a rolling torrent. This time, he suffered a lot. The young man who was choked by the water had a gurgling sound in his throat, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"What are you doing? Stop fooling around!"
A sweet female voice sounded in his ears. The boy couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up, opened his mouth, and squirted out all the water in his mouth with a "pop". With this effort, his eyes were actually able to open. , what came into view was a young girl, her clear eyes were round and staring, and her delicate face was dripping with water droplets. The woman was very embarrassed, her pretty face full of red color, she could be angry or happy, The young man was fascinated by the unparalleled beauty and couldn't help but praise in his heart, what a beautiful woman!
While they were stunned, the laughter of the two children started again: "Hahahaha! Sister, you were sprayed with saliva!"
The young man finally came to his senses and said urgently: "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I'll wipe it for you!"
Seeing a pair of black hands reaching out, Zhang Qiaoyun screamed, covered his face and ran away.
"Hahahaha! Your hands are like black coal, and you dare to rub my sister's face!"
The little girl was so happy that she and her brother were shaking with laughter.
The young man took a closer look and saw that his hands really looked like two pieces of black carbon. He couldn't help but screamed: "Ah! Have I been struck by lightning?!"
Hearing this, the two children couldn't hold it back anymore. They laughed so much that they started rolling on the ground. At this time, Zhang Qiaoyun came in with hot porridge, and his beautiful face was tense. With a "bang" sound, he placed the bowl in front of the boy. Without even looking at the boy, he turned around and walked out. The boy was embarrassed. At this time, waves of hunger hit him, and he quickly picked up the porridge and drank it.
After a bowl of hot porridge, the young man sighed comfortably, stood up, and looked curiously at this strange place. The house seemed a bit shabby, and various animal skins were hung on the walls of the hall, as well as some dried ones. Beast meat, two bows, and two quivers, it looked like a hunter. In the middle was a low wooden table with several wooden pillars surrounding the table.
The boy was Chen Xi. At this time, he was in a trance, trying to recall the previous scene. He vaguely remembered that he was blown away by a cannonball, flew over the high school campus, and was carried away by a Yinglong. He lost consciousness afterward. What's the situation now? Could it be that he was bombed into some mountainous area and was rescued?
Full of doubts, he turned to the two children. They were actually wearing clothes made of linen, with simple and unique styles. On their feet were hemp straw sandals. The little girl actually had her hair tied up in braids, while the little boy actually had his hair tied up and hanging down. Behind him, he looked like an ancient person. Chen Xi asked strangely: "Children, are your adults at home? Where are you?"
"My father went to ask for a doctor. This is the Wei tribe, our tribe of Wei people."
The little girl replied crisply, her big black eyes turning around, she was so cute, Chen Xi was confused, what Wei people, what tribe, why did it sound so strange?
Chen Xi calmed down and continued to ask: "You are, oh, acting, right? Are these the costumes you are wearing?"
"Acting? What is acting? What happened to our clothes?"
The little girl looked puzzled and stared at Chen Xi with her head tilted. This person was really strange.
"My father rescued you from the forest. Where did you come here? What are you doing here? What is your name and how old are you?"
The little girl was chattering, and a series of questions came to her. Chen Xi was surprised, and she was even stranger. This person's hairstyle and accent were very weird.
Chen Xi said: "My name is Chen Xi. I came from the battlefield. I was knocked out by the explosion. I don't know how I ended up here. I am forty-five years old this year. You can call me Uncle Chen."
"Uncle?!"
The two children's voices were so high-pitched that Chen Xi was startled. Why do the children here address their elders so loudly?
"Hmph! You are shameless when you imitate others and become an uncle at a young age!"
Zhang Qiaoyun's voice floated from outside the house, full of anger. Chen Xi was confused. Who was he talking about at such a young age?
"Hey, uncle, are you awake yet?"
His younger brother Zhang Baolong also said with a dissatisfied expression. Chen Xi was surprised. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he seemed to have become shorter. The original height of nearly 1.8 meters was gone and became about 1.7 meters. His heart was pounding. He jumped straight up and hurriedly looked at his hands and feet. They all became one size smaller!
A huge wave of fear came over, and Chen Xi's hands and feet suddenly became cold, and he said eagerly to the little girl: "Mirror! Give me the mirror!"
"Mirror?"
The little girl was confused. Chen Xi couldn't help but rushed out of the house and asked Zhang Qiaoyun for a basin of water. Looking at the young face in the water, Chen Xi was completely dumbfounded. Did he become what he looked like when he was sixteen?
His hair was parted and reached to his shoulders. When he was sixteen, he was obsessed with Chen Haonan and grew his hair for four months. It was a pity that he had only been in power for two days when his father grabbed him and gave him a click. , once the hair is cut, it will be a refreshing short hair from now on.
