This is a Miao village that is aloof from the world and a little mysterious. Our ancestors have lived in the mountains of 100,000 miles in southern Guizhou and have never left. Every year, only a handful of young people in the village climb over the mountains and leave the village. The rest
Most of the tribesmen like to live in isolation from the outside world. They are not very resistant to outsiders but also have a sense of precaution.
Xiang Que, Su Ho, and Wang Laodan were arranged in a cave under the cliff. The facilities in the cave were very simple, with only a few wooden benches and a table. A woman wearing typical Miao costumes came in and put down a pot of tea for them.
He left without saying a word, and for a long time no one paid attention to the three of them.
Xiang Que was a little anxious and asked Wang Laodan to go out and ask, but he gave Xiang Que a very speechless answer. He couldn't understand a word this Miao villager said, and he couldn't negotiate at all when he went out.
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Xiang Que was completely disappointed. The guide was reliable but the translation was terrible. Now he was a bit dumbfounded.
The three of them sat in silence with a pot of tea until the evening. The sky was getting dark, but they seemed to be transparent or forgotten. Even if someone passed by the cave entrance and glanced inside, there was no one there.
Come and have a word.
"It's not a big deal to sit like this all the time. It's already late at night and if we don't bring you something to eat, are they making a silent protest with us and kindly reminding us that it's time to leave?" Wang Laodan said.
He muttered understandingly.
Xiang Que bared his teeth and nodded speechlessly. He stood up with his hands behind his back and walked outside to light a cigarette. It was completely dark at this time. When he looked up, there were faint lights on in the caves on the cliff fault.
There was no one there anymore, and the smell of rice wafted out from several holes.
This is a completely cold treatment. The people in the village have given a very clear signal that they are not very welcome to your arrival. We will not drive you away, but if you can't stand it, leave as soon as possible. I'll give you a gift.
A pot of water is already considered the best thing to do. If you want to have dinner or something, don't even think about it.
Back in the cave, Su Ho was unbuttoning his backpack and taking out compressed biscuits and eating them in small bites. Wang Laodan looked at him eagerly, maybe because he was embarrassed to say anything, Xiang Que sat down next to her and picked up two cookies without anyone noticing.
He handed a packet of biscuits to Wang Laodan and started eating it himself.
Wang Laodan wolfed down the biscuits and asked vaguely: "What should I do? Just keep it up like this."
"Don't worry, I'll just sleep here all night and talk about it tomorrow." Xiang Que rubbed his face and said with a headache: "The most important thing is that I can't communicate with them. They can't understand my intentions. People can't understand each other."
The most important thing between us is communication. If we can’t communicate and we can’t negotiate any conditions, how can we proceed to the next step?”
"Actually, there is something you did wrong." Su Ho put down the biscuit in his hand and said calmly.
"What's going on?" Xiang Que asked.
Su Ho looked at him mockingly and said, "Maoshan has always been on good terms with several Miao villages in western Hunan."
At this point, Xiang Que understood, but it was useless to understand. He had offended Mao Shan so hard now. Even if this guy was thick-skinned, he couldn't open his mouth. If he opened his mouth, Su Ho might be hurt.
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Su Ho blinked his big watery eyes and looked at Xiang Que with a very obvious sarcasm. The meaning was obvious. You can't get through the Miao Village in southern Guizhou, and you can't get through Xiangxi either.
Xiang Quenao's melon seeds were buzzing in pain and he raised his buttocks again and walked out. He squatted at the entrance of the cave and looked up at the sky. This trip to the southwest was really full of twists and turns. Not only did the poison on Li Lingge's body not be resolved, but he also offended someone.
Longhu Mountain and Maoshan, this business is a bit of a loss.
It’s hard to say whether it was worth it for Wang Kunlun three years later, but since it’s been done, it’s definitely too late to regret it.
Xiang Que was holding his crotch between his legs and feeling melancholy when he suddenly heard a clear and loud whistle coming from the distant woods. The sound was vague and unreal, but it sounded very ethereal, but when the whistle sounded, the surrounding cliff suddenly vacated.
A flock of birds rose up and hovered above the forest.
The moment Xiang Que raised his head, he realized that in the caves along the cliff's fault, the people from the Miao village were actually prostrate at the entrance of the cave, bowing respectfully in the direction of the whistles in the forest.
Wang Laodan walked out of the cave and said in shock: "This... is the sound I heard more than ten years ago. I didn't expect it to still exist after so many years."
"You two are here, I'll go over and take a look," Xiang Que said, then got up and chased in the direction of the whistle.
Ten minutes later, the sound became clearer and clearer, and it was obvious that the distance was not far away. Xiang Que also experienced the scene that Wang Laodan experienced back then. There were bursts of rustling sounds in the woods, as if there were countless things in the woods.
As if crawling in the ground, it didn't take long for a bunch of various bugs to appear at his feet, lining up and heading in one direction.
The insects crawled very quickly.
After Xiang Que walked in the direction of the insect's movement for a moment, he saw a figure standing in a clearing in the woods.
The moonlight shines into the forest, revealing a few wild rice rays of light falling on the figure. The figure's head is wearing white silver jewelry, which is reflected by the moonlight. The figure is wearing typical Miao women's clothing, with bare arms and
calf.
Xiang Que was very close to her, only a dozen meters away from her, but the other party didn't seem to pay any attention to his sudden appearance, and the whistle from his mouth still resounded clearly in the forest.
After about a few minutes, more and more insects gathered in the clearing in the forest, and they were densely covered in a large area. The headdress that was originally attached to the head of the Miao woman actually flapped its wings and slowly flew from her head.
It was a colorful butterfly that flew around the woman a few times and then plunged into the pile of insects on the ground.
No wonder Wang Laodan was so shocked when he saw this scene that he almost fell off the tree. Xiang Que was also very surprised after seeing it. All the insect piles with the colorful butterflies flying over were shrinking rapidly, and the large tracts of insects seemed to have been completely destroyed.
After being sucked dry, it slowly turned into a pile of insect skins.
After the butterfly flew several times, it returned to the Miao woman's head again and landed on her hairpin without moving.
At this time, the other party suddenly turned her head and looked at Xiang Que in the distance, smiled faintly, and then she turned around and left quietly.
Xiang Que realized that she might be the little girl Wang Laodan saw following the Miao old man into the forest more than ten years ago.