There are not many dark clouds overhead, the sky is clearing up, and there will be no more floods. Why won’t the Son of God let him go?
The eldest brother and others looked at each other, full of confusion.
They were looking at Han Cheng, but Han Cheng was looking at the sky.
Today's sky started to become overcast from the northwest.
The dark clouds overhead are now thinner, but the northwest is still dark.
This shows that it is very likely that it is still raining heavily there.
The northwest is the upper reaches of the river, and there are many hills, so rainwater collects quickly. If you continue to row your boat at this time, you are likely to collide with the head of the water.
There are two opinions on whether a boat can tip over or not. It is best to avoid this kind of possible danger.
People say that a gentleman does not stand behind dangerous walls. People like Han Cheng, who cannot be called a gentleman, also try their best not to stand behind dangerous walls.
If you waste some time, just waste some time. Safety is the most important thing.
Han Cheng told his senior brother his thoughts, but when he told them, they were doubtful.
Han Cheng was not sure that he would definitely become wet, but there was nothing wrong with being careful.
A few rays of sunlight emerged from the clouds, illuminating the land.
Senior Brother and others looked at the river water, which had not changed at all, and then looked at the sky...
But after delaying for a while, I wanted to lift the boat down and continue on my way. It was impossible to rush back before dark. I could only endure the unbearable homesickness, look for firewood and other things, and stay here for the night.
When the rain stopped, Han Cheng naturally had no reason to continue hugging the milk tea girl.
Holding such a person, the warmth on the body is both comfortable and uncomfortable...
The Qingque Tribe, Wu and others looked at the darkening sky and the falling heavy rain, all of them frowning.
People with good eyesight can vaguely see the swollen river water through the rain curtain...
Next to the stone, there is a ceramic plate with some grids drawn on it. These grids have slashes in front of them. So far, three grids are empty.
It rained like this for a while before it stopped.
Walking out of the house and looking towards the river, I saw that the originally docile river seemed to have changed, with the turbid water roaring and rolling away.
In the past, everyone who looked forward to the return of the Son of God and the leader, but today no one hopes that they will come back at this time.
I just hope they don't rush to the tribe and can find a safe place to stay before the flood passes.
That night, not many people in the Qingque tribe could sleep peacefully.
Stone, who often looks at the pottery board in a daze, after the shaman performed a solemn and solemn sacrificial dance, followed the shaman beside the totem pole to pray for the Son of God and others with extremely pious gestures.
On both sides of the totem pole, two wooden pieces similar to couplets appeared at some point.
On the left side it says 'Blue Bird Great God', on the right side it says 'Urgent as an order'...
The turbid river water roared down, mixed with some undulating trees, like a runaway angry dragon.
The eldest brother and the others looked at the river, and their mouths opened wide. They were surprised, but also felt waves of fear and happiness.
Facing wild beasts and enemies, they can use weapons to fight. Facing such a flood, they don't have many ideas.
Fortunately, the Son of God gave instructions in advance, otherwise it would have been really dangerous this time!
Han Cheng was also looking at the water, and his ideas were different from those of the senior brother and the others.
He was thinking that if he wrote some sacrificial inscriptions and burned them, and then made some buns and threw them into the river, he didn't know if the river would calm down.
He didn't know whether the river would calm down or not. It would be possible for Zhuge Wu to be so angry that he could cross over and build a seven-star altar to summon the east wind to blow him up...
The tinder and hand drill used to make the fire were hidden close to the body from the beginning, so Han Cheng and the others were able to start the fire.
The aroma of cooking meat, mixed with rosin, spreads here.
A few people were left to take turns keeping watch at night, while the rest were wrapped in animal skins and slept on the stone slabs dried by the fire.
The milk tea girl naturally slept with Han Cheng. Even if she slept like this, some places would be uncomfortable, but Han Cheng still enjoyed it.
It was not easy to meet a female primitive who could barely look into his eyes. Although he was still an underage child, Han Cheng was still very happy. Without much hesitation, he chose to become a beast between being a beast and being worse than a beast.
Of course, the beast he was was not thorough.
It is unknown how long he can persist before completely evolving into a beast.
When I woke up the next morning, the weather had completely cleared up and the river that had been venting all night had calmed down.
If you transform into a demon before, you will immediately become a Buddha. This sentence is not only for people, it also applies to rivers.
After everyone had eaten and asked Han Cheng for instructions, they carried the boat happily towards the river. After putting the boat away, they loaded everything onto the boat one by one.
Then to the strange melody of Han Cheng's "Let's swing the oars", we paddled towards the upper reaches of the river.
After rowing for a while, the singing voice from the mouth of a certain son of God has turned into "Sister, you can be the bow of the boat~"...
Senior Brother, Shang and others all listened quietly, no one was talking.
They had never heard these strange intonations spoken by the Son of God at this time. When they first heard it, they thought it was very new and strange. After a while, they felt that it sounded better than the simple speech they usually speak.
The milk tea girl sat on the bow of the boat and looked at Han Cheng with stars in her eyes.
The yearning and pursuit of beautiful things are characteristics shared by all species. No race prefers hardship to enjoyment, and prefers ugliness to beauty.
As people in this era who have surpassed all species in wisdom, Senior Brother and the others also have a yearning for other wonderful things besides food and clothing.
Of course it is impossible to compare it with the basic necessities of life, but they might as well appreciate it at some point.
Milk Tea Girl is quite obsessed with sounds. In the past, when she was in their tribe, when she had the opportunity, she would like to shout into the mountains and deep ravines, listening to the echoes in circles.
When I heard these off-key songs sung by Han Cheng, I felt as if something suddenly opened up in my heart.
It turns out that besides shouting at the mountains, you can also use your voice like this...
The tall and majestic image that Han Cheng had established in her heart over the past period of time had improved a lot.
Of course, these were not enough to make her eyes sparkle.
What really made her eyes sparkle were the lyrics sung by Han Cheng.
She didn't understand most of the lyrics, but she did understand the word "sister."
Because her name has the word "mei" in it.
Such nice words, the Son of God was saying them to himself...
Han Cheng sang for a while, and the excitement of the tribe about to return was vented a lot.
The singing stopped, and when I turned around, I saw the milk tea girl leaning against the bow of the boat. I thought that the song was quite suitable for the occasion. Except that I didn't stretch my body, the little girl on the bow didn't sing to me, and I was a little out of tune.
Nothing wrong with anything.
Thinking like this, Han Cheng smiled slightly when he saw the milk tea girl looking at him, very intoxicated. After a while, his eyes became weird again.
Because he suddenly remembered a scene - a few years later, he was standing by the bed, with his head lowered and a frown on his face.
The milk tea girl sat on the bed, looked at herself with a resentful face, and sang aloud: "Little sister, I'm sitting on the bedside, brother, why are you sweating..."
(The author is not a beast. He insists on raising a lolita. In order to prevent Han Cheng’s head from glowing with green light, he has no choice but to be a beast - Mo Shoubai with a righteous look on his face)
