I am a Primitive Man

"Be careful... be careful... come back on time..."

Like a few sheep sleeping with white clouds, they stayed in the air for a long time and didn't bother to move.

The cold wind blowing gently, shaking everyone's untidy hair.

In the idle time, a feeling of parting pervaded the small river of the Qingque tribe, covering these people in animal skins.

There was no farewell to the willows, no low and gentle flute sounds, and no one splashed ink to write parting poems.

But the sadness of parting is really spreading here.

Wu said over and over again the exhortations he had said many times, Huo Yihuo two people who were older than Wu wiped their eyes that often shed tears.

The eyes of Xiaomei and Xiaoli are red.

The blessed general with five small blessings, stood on the bank and hurriedly turned around.

Uncle Deer, who was lured by Han Cheng to rake the ground with rape, also stretched out his long face.

Only the stone boy did not know the sorrow, looking at the son of God eagerly, hoping that the son of God would allow him to board the boat together and go outside to meet the world.

"Follow the tribe and wait for us to come back."

Han Cheng said to the people on the shore.

"We must be back before the end of the month."

The rope was untied, and the small boat that had lost its **** left the river bank one by one. Under the dual action of the oar and the current, it moved away from the crowd and headed downstream.

"Woohoo..."

Fu Jiang opened his mouth to Han Cheng who was leaving on the boat, very anxious.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted at it.

"thump"

Seeing Han Cheng go further and further, Fu Jiang jumped into the water and chased Han Cheng.

"go back!"

Han Cheng shouted to Fu Jiang.

It was only the end of spring at this time. Although the water won't freeze to death, it is still very cold.

Where is Fu Jiang willing to listen to Han Cheng? Just keep swimming forward along the water.

This silly dog!

"go back!"

Han Cheng sniffed and shouted loudly as he swam towards him with a head that was only exposed in the water.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

A few puppies cried eagerly and helplessly on the shore, and two of them wanted to go into the water and kept wailing on the side.

Fu Jiang swam in the water for a while, and finally turned his head and swam towards the shore.

Wetly climbed ashore, shook the water on her body vigorously, whimpered and ran towards the place where the puppies were, and after meeting the puppies, led them to chase down the river bank. go with.

From time to time, there was a whine of "Woo" in the mouth.

"Go back! I'll be back in a while!"

Han Cheng shouted at the persevering stupid dog.

I would tie it up if I knew it.

General Fu led the five small fortunes along the river for a long time, until a fork in front of the river blocked the way, and then stopped.

It squatted there, looked at the place where the boat disappeared for a long time, and wailed from time to time, until the sun was westward, and it took the five little blessings and headed towards the tribe.

Under the sun, it is actually very lonely and lonely, just like a lone wolf abandoned by the race...

The Qingque tribe, which used to be very lively, became deserted with the departure of Han Cheng and others.

The hearts of everyone are also empty, as if they have lost a lot of things.

Even the second brother who can eat the most on weekdays has changed a little bit of tea and rice.

When Han Cheng had a big brother, except for lying on the side of the bunny circle all day to watch rabbits and rubbing the rabbits, the witch who didn't do much other things, now he doesn't watch rabbits much.

He cast more eyes on the tribe, paying attention to the troubles of the tribe.

He had to personally arrange questions every day for such things as inserting the door and arranging personnel to stand guard.

The two Qingque tribes who were like Dinghai Shenzhen left, he must take care of the rest.

He might not think so clearly, but he did so.

The silly dog ​​Fujiang, who used to run wild, has also changed his temperament. He looks much quieter. The most common thing to do is to squat at the gate of the Qingque tribe with his five little blessings and look down the river... …

The river gurgled past the bottom of the boat, and the oars creaked against the sticks.

The big brothers crossed their hands and each held a paddle, rowing one after the other. The paddle went into the water and came out again, causing ripples and rattling.

When the oar comes out of the water, there will be a string of crystal water drop down the water along the oar.

Sometimes the two oars slid together, and sometimes only one oar was used to control and adjust the direction of the canoe so as not to hit the river bank.

At this time, it is going downstream, only two oars are needed to row by one person, and the other two oars are stowed and placed in the cabin.

White clouds are long, the blue color on both sides of the strait keeps receding. The familiar tribe, familiar people, familiar wall, and the silly dog ​​that chased the boat for a long time all gradually disappeared, and was completely lost by the continuous blue color on both sides. Combines.

The others on the boat were a little bit unwilling and perturbed, after all, this long journey was different from the past.

In the past, when they went out hunting, they would rush back to the tribe on the same day, but this time it took a long time.

And I went to places I had never been to before.

The setting sun sprinkled the afterglow, shimmering the river that was two or three times wide.

Han Cheng calculated the distance, and it was probably no less than fifty miles away from the tribe.

I walked forward for about half an hour~www.wuxiahere.com~ The river merged into a larger river, looking in the direction it came, like a **** sun covering the water, a patch of red.

Han Cheng gave the river a name, called Honghe.

Soon after entering the river, Han Chengcheng asked the senior brother and others to row the boat to the south bank of the river, where there was a shallow beach, just right to rest.

Under such circumstances, he was not prepared to do things like night flight at night, it was a desperate behavior.

The clatter of the oars hitting the water and the chattering among the people shocked several gulls and herons.

There was also bad luck. Before he could fly away, he was shot through the body by a feather arrow equipped with a bone arrow. After a few strokes, he stopped moving.

Junior Brother Sha was grinning while holding the wooden bow, and the others applauded. In the past, they had no way to catch these flying birds.

The crowd went ashore and stepped on a weed.

The hand-pressed drill used to drill the fire was taken out, and a fire flashed in the chick.