lying down

Wu Da's cry was like a stone falling into water, causing countless ripples.

The dozen or so aborigines by the bonfire all turned their heads to look here, and another seven or eight aborigines came out of the small wooden cabin next to them.After seeing the four of them clearly, all the aborigines ran over yelling "Aoooo" bouncing around, as if welcoming the return of a hero.

When everyone gathered around, they fixed their eyes on her. She is considered a complete alien here, and she is also beautiful. She is still wearing the white dress she fell off the cliff. The clatter was blowing up with the wind, and the natives present were stunned.

Uda reacted first, raised the flying spear in her hand, gave a long shout, and everyone woke up from their amazement at her.Uda thrust the flying spear into the ground, walked towards the elders in the group with open arms, hugged them one by one, and walked in front of an elder who was at the front, looked at him and murmured a few words.

After listening to Wu Da's words, the old man smiled and walked towards her.His silver hair was tied back, his face was slender, his skin was drooping, his eyes showed a bit of warmth, and he held a whisk made of long animal hair in his hand.While flicking the whisk in the air around her body, she danced an inexplicable dance and hummed a strange tune.After turning three times and stopped, he raised the whisk high and shouted in an old and deep voice: "Balusa, Meng—" All the people around him cheered together: "Balusa, Meng!" .

She was standing there secretly wondering if this old man was the kind of "magic stick" in her previous life, but she didn't want to change so quickly.

The second time she heard this aboriginal language, she already understood that it was a ceremony to welcome friends, so she imitated everyone raising their arms high and shouting "Balusa——"

When everyone saw her actions, they all smiled happily, simple and sincere.Seeing her heart warm.

After the welcoming ceremony was over, everyone dispersed, and the Wuda family led her to the big wooden house in the middle.Walking in and looking, there is a thick log in the middle of the big wooden house that can only be embraced by two or three people to support the roof, and two circles of white animal teeth of different lengths are densely hung on it.The floor of the cabin was covered with long dry grass, but otherwise it was empty.

The Wuda family sat casually on the hay, and stretched out their hands to signal for her to sit too.

She put the child from her arms on the hay, let him play by himself, stretched out her hands to gather up the long skirt that was hung in many places, and knelt down on the ground.She couldn't help wondering what she was going to do to bring herself to this place?

Wuya seemed to feel her uneasiness, moved closer to her, gestured for a lying down posture, and then looked at himself with questioning eyes.She shook her head. Although she was extremely sleepy, she dared not fall asleep at this time. Now she still has many doubts and uneasiness in her heart. She doesn't know how to integrate into this place, how to live here, or even whether she can live here for a long time. .

How could she sleep peacefully without planning the next step?She is like duckweed and can't even stand on her feet, and she may even bring her child to survive alone in the wilderness after tonight.

If she really got to that point, she would not complain at all, she would protect her son with everything she had.

When she was in a state of confusion, Uda called out to the outside of the house, and not long after, the old man walked into the house and sat beside Uda.The two pointed and exchanged a dozen sentences.The old man shook his head in embarrassment.Wu Da said a few more words hastily, with a slightly displeased expression on his face.The old man sighed and nodded reluctantly.

She frowned slightly: "What are they discussing?"

No one came to answer, or no one could answer the question in her heart.

After listening to the conversation between her husband and the old man, Wuya relaxed.He got up and pulled her arm, motioning to go with her.After going outside the house, the kangaroo had already been set up on the bonfire. It seemed that only the outer skin was removed, and the whole kangaroo was skewered on a slender wooden stick for barbecue without cutting.The red and yellow liquid dripping from the kangaroo's wound fell into the campfire and sizzled, making her sick.I thought that if I changed myself, I would guarantee that I would have diarrhea and lose strength the next day after eating.

After a few steps, I came to a small circular wooden house. From the outside, it was about four meters in diameter.This wooden house still has no wooden door, but a long animal skin curtain hangs from the entrance, and some white flame patterns are painted on the curtain.

Wuya let her into the room with a sweet smile, picked up two gray-brown animal skins about two meters long from the hay-covered ground, shook them, pushed them into her arms, pointed at her, and Pointing to the animal skin in her arms, she made a sleeping position.

Now she vaguely understood the situation in the big wooden house just now, presumably the Wuda family was fighting for her the right to stay as a permanent residence.It was obvious that although the old man was hospitable, he was unwilling to let her stay here for a long time as an outsider.

She knew in her heart that she was a guest after all, and for the tribe, a group that already had a domain concept, accepting a woman and child they had never seen before would take some unknown risks.And the old man obviously didn't want to do that.As far as the current situation is concerned, it is definitely a wise choice to have a place to settle down and gain a firm foothold in this other world.

So she chose to accept, looked at Wuya gratefully, and stretched out her free arm to gently hug Wuya into her arms.

When there is a language barrier, eyes and body language are definitely the best choice for communication.

Noisy voices gradually came from outside the house, Wuya listened carefully, and dragged her out without any explanation.

At this time, there was a large circle of aboriginals standing around the bonfire, and there seemed to be about thirty of them.Wuya led her into a corner of the big circle, and everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

The old man glanced at the crowd, walked out of the crowd with his fly whisk, and sang a song with his deep and vicissitudes of voice.

Everyone started to sing along with the old man, the voice gradually became more and more uniform, the singing voice was not beautiful, but full of rhythm and rhythm, full of characteristics, everyone's singing voice went through the sky, wafting and curling in the empty night.

The bonfire in the center was in full swing, and the swaying fire light made everyone's faces red. After the singing ended with a long ending, everyone danced to the music.The singing voice turned from deep to passionate, and their movements became more unrestrained.

The scene in front of her infected her, and she sang along with a kind of indigenous people without saying a word.After singing a few words, the baby in her arms was restless, imitating everyone's movements with both hands, and her little head kept shaking, Wuya and the other aborigines beside her laughed and laughed. laugh......

After returning to the arranged wooden house, she patted her son and hummed a song to lull her to sleep, but she didn't want to relax her mind, a strong sleepiness flooded her body, and after a while, both mother and son were snoring softly... ..