Nine Star Burden

“Knock, knock, knock!” As the knocking sounded, Haitianqing wanted to open the door, but was looked at by the square nebula like nothing, "the Hu couple said. ”

Haitian Qing was hard on his scalp and went to open the door. He also saw Howie and Blue, and walked in with a small circle of tiger head tiger brain.

“Jiang Xiao is back?” Blue and sea sky greeted each other with long, dark, waterfall-like hair around their necks and stepped in and asked with surprise.

"I'm Jianghua," said Jianghua. "Jiang Xiao just went to the river to prepare a bonfire dinner. It's just in time for the three of you to come back. ”

“Huh.” Hu Wei smiled sharply and reached out and rubbed his round head, "We went out and climbed the round mountain. The little guy was in great shape and climbed faster than me. ”

Howie put it this way, obviously praising the circle, the circle of the past days, would be proud to slap the little breasts straight, but this time...

The circle stopped after walking into the living room.

“Circle, call, brothers and sisters, they are all Uncle Circle's teammates.” Blue squat down, round face, softly speaking.

But the big, round eyes still looked forward, silent.

Blue's a little hairy. It's not my baby!

Round personality, no shyness at all, even if a bunch of people were present, he wouldn't be timid, so...???

With a round eye, the blue blue glanced at the past, but saw the Han Jiangxue sitting in a bamboo chair, quietly drinking tea.

What a beautiful girl, so charming.

In Teacher Fang's house, Han Jiangxue retreated into the cold, and between the eyebrows, it also appeared warmer.

She obviously noticed the little guy's eyes, of course she also knew the existence of round circles. She thought that in the beginning, she and Xiayen and Jiang Xiao had arranged books and toys for round circles, and sent them into the upper snowfield dimension, all of which she clearly remembered.

But... but how did this little guy get stuck?

“You are Yuanyuan, Jiang Xiao told me about you!” Xia Yeon walked over with her long legs, squatting down and laughing, "you know, your comic strip, or did I buy it for you? ”

The circle reached out its little hand, pressed on Xiayen's face and pushed away Xiayen, who was blocking her sight.

Xiayen:????

The blue face was serious and said sternly: "Round circle, why so rude!? ”

At last, the circle returned to God. He reached out and held his mother's hand, pointing his finger at Han Jiangxue. "Sister Yi! ”

For a while, everyone in the room was stunned.

Jianghua covered his face with one hand. Shit, how could you forget this!?

“It's really Auntie!” The circle loosened the mother's palms, fluttered her short legs, and quickly walked forward, circling around Han Jiangxue's bamboo chair, watching and measuring 360 degrees, those big eyes filled with more and more surprises.

Han Jiangxue put the teacup on the table beside her, reached out his hand and stopped the little guy surrounding her, asked: “Why say that? ”

The circle raised its head and felt the fiber jade hand pressed against its head. “It's true, it's not an illusion, it's not a dream, it can be touched! ”

Saying, the circle stretched out his fingers, carefully poking the hand of Han Jiangxue in front of him.

Yuanyuan hurriedly turned around and looked at Jianghua. "Is the queen here too?!? ”

Jiang Hua covered his face and buried his face even lower.

The rear is blown! It just blew up this morning and was stabbed in the chest by a fencing...

“What's going on?” Han Jiangxue looked at Jianghua and asked softly.

Jiang Hua chuckled: “Do you remember, when I said I was going to tell the story to the circle, so I deliberately absorbed the Bell Lannister star beads before going to the upper snow fields. ”

Han Jiangxue: "Hmm. ”

Jianghua opened his hands and said naturally: “There's always a prototype of the story character, I picked the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. ”

“Pfft...” Gu Shi 'an sipped tea and threw up, “Cough..."

Coughing, thumbs up against the birch!

Bullshit!

You can do that too! You can do that too!

Han Jiangxue was slightly red. He glanced at Jianghua and said what he was about to say. "The campfire party is ready, let's go to the river. ”

As he said, Jianghua quickly walked forward and held the circle and ran.

Xia Yen was unhappy, a few flashes, directly to the river, not talking to Jianghua, but directly to the main Jiang Xiao.

As soon as she flashed here, she saw a huge bonfire, burning under the stars.

And beside the campfire, there was a circle of wildlings, cheering happily, and since Xiao Zhongyang left, they haven't hosted a campfire dinner for a long time.

Xia Yen looked left and right. Under the shadow, she simply closed her eyes and used her senses directly to find Jiang Xiao, who was hiding by the river and bathing the bears.

“Eh! I care about him too, and I go with you to buy toys. How come there's no me in his story!?” Xia Yeon pounded on Jiang Xiao's back and strangled Jiang Xiao's neck.

“Huh?” The bear was sitting on the ground, his furry face, rubbed by Jiang Xiao, shaking his head, enjoying himself comfortably, suddenly fell to the ground, pressed Xia Yeon and Jiang Xiao on his stomach.

"'Yes, why not?" said Jiang Xiaobing.' There's still Marshal Tianpeng in the story of Lao Yi... ”

Ha Yeon was shocked! It was a complete shock!

She stood up and kicked Jiang Xiao into the river with one foot. She stomped with anger: "Yah! ”

“Pfft.” Jiang Xiao raised his head from the river and threw up Xiayen's legs of water, "I'm kidding. How could I turn you into an Eight Commandments? Are you hot? ”

Xia Yeon's emotions stabilized. "Humph, of course, say it! Why isn't there me in his story!? ”

“There's only one girl in that story. You don't have a role to play. And a rabbit. What do you think?” Jiang Xiao grinned, still comforting, “his story doesn't have you, it doesn't matter, my story has you. ”

Xia Yeon shrugged, pointing her head down at Jiang Xiao in the river: "Psst! You scumbag! Come and kiss me as soon as you finish the snow! ”

Some people don't like it, but their bodies are honest.

Xiayen scolded, but stretched out her long legs and handed Jiang Xiao his boots, indicating that he climbed ashore.

Jiang Xiao grabbed Xiayen's ankle and pulled her directly into the river...

“Yay!”

......

A few minutes later, when Haijia, Hu Jia and Tai Yu people sat on the grass table, eating roast meat and drinking spicy wine, they saw two fallen chickens come over in a noisy noise.

Square Nebula smiled and looked at the two little guys and handed over the napkin.

Jiang Xiao hit Xiayen's shoulder, indicating Han Jiangxue's position, "You tell me the truth, this image is not distracting? I don't use her image. Whose? ”

Xia Yeon held her mouth and looked at Han Jiangxue as she rubbed her short, wet hair.

Under the reflection of the huge campfire, she lit up Han Jiang Xuena's dark hybrid eyes. She looked far away. The wildlings who were singing in front of the campfire had to, her mouth revealed a hint of laughter.

“Okay.” Xia Yeon said casually, "I know how to find the steps," for the sake of preparing the barbecue for me and organizing a bonfire party, forget it. ”

Around the crowd were the wildlings who stood silently and listened to the singing, and across the bears fire, was the seat of another human camp.

The atmosphere over there is a bit more dull than here.

The great saint sat beside Ming Ming at the rear. Since he took Fu Black and Shadow Crow at the end, he has been quietly beside Ming Ming at the rear, comforting his companions in his own way.

The blind woman sat on her knees on the grass, beside her, a birch lying beside her with her body, blessed with fruit.

Gu Shi 'an looked at the wildlings curiously. When they first arrived, the wildlings were still cheering for the birds. Since the start of the campfire dinner, since the sound of this song, the cheers have gone, the dance has gone, and there is only that singing voice left.

Gu Xuan came along with an interest and asked curiously: "What are they singing? This melody..."

"To better teach wildlings children, Teacher Fang studied wildlings' language painstakingly.

This song, which is a gift from Teacher Fang to the Caveman clan, is now the birch forest tribal song ordered by the Brook chief. ”

At one time, everyone looked at Fang Nebula with amazement.

Jiang Xiao couldn't help but wonder: “Actually... I've always wanted to ask, I just can't find the opportunity. Why do you write wild mandarin songs instead of Chinese songs? ”

Since Jianghua has been stationed here, Jianghua knows the song.

The square nebula said, "We want to diversify them, not assimilate them.

Teaching them languages, opening their minds and making them understand Huaxia culture are all hopes that they will learn more about the outside world and one day be able to communicate with humans.

They had their own language, their own ethnic traditions, and, after the wishful opening of the minds of the Lady of Vietnam, they changed from 'beasts’ to ‘wildlings’.

Certainly, some assimilation is inevitable.

But I prefer that they preserve those outstanding ethnic cultures and pass them on to future generations. ”

Jiang Xiao's face sighed and looked at Haitianqing. "Look at your wife and look at you. You are all teachers of Teito Xingwu..."

Haitianqing looked gently at Fang Nebula and smiled, saying nothing.

“Teacher Fang, what are the lyrics?” Gu Xuan is still curious about the song. Does this melody seem a little sad?

Fang Nebula listened and followed the wildlings' songs, translating word for word:

“In front of the birch grove, there was a stream.

Birch leaves on the river, follow the waves to the distance.

Far away from the graves, please listen to me sing,

The song is birch, spike, it's your hometown.

Hometown kids, generations growing up,

They picked up the knife and rushed to the battlefield.

May the dead souls of England return to their homeland.

Hometown is a birch, a spike, a place where birch leaves float... "

Once, the people who laughed and listened to the songs, the smiles on their faces gradually converged.

They were going to look at these wildlings from a higher angle and listen to their weird language and their weird songs.

And when they understood the meaning of the lyrics, they were quiet.

They killed each other outside, and so did the birch groves, only at different levels.

Here, Jiang Xiao is their “god”.

Jiang Xiao gave them a world, gave them land on one side, and gave them the goal of war.

It is true that the wildlings, unlike other races, even the creatures in the Targuta and Dance Town, have a high level of wisdom, but for people they are still inseparable from the concept of the "star beast”.

Perhaps conquest and killing still exist in the blood of the wildlings, but when the mind opens, with culture and heritage... the wildlings really break out of the concept of stars and beasts.

Wishing Ms. Kaimong Baihu Lin, Jiang Xiao infinitely enlarged Baihu Lin, the Hujia couple consolidated the agricultural and pastoral development of Baihu Lin, and Fang Nebula, even if she did nothing in the future, could lay her position by the song and song alone.

When a race truly has faith, no longer kills for killing, but lives for life, among the hundreds of millions of ethnic forests in the world of star warfare, the wildlings have the conditions to inherit and retain.

“Auntie!” Xiao Zhongyang landed and jumped from behind a giant wildling witch, riding around her neck.

The witch grinned and lifted her arm, holding Xiao Zhongyang's body, softly said: “I am the second aunt. Auntie went to war. ”

Xiao Zhongyang held the head of the wildling witch with his hands and said: “This song is so beautiful, how come I haven't heard it? ”

"- [sic]" Teacher Fang taught us. ”

The witch took Xiao Zhongyang to the campfire and shouted at the wildlings: “% ¥# ~! ”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Woo! Woo! Woo!" The song went down, the campfire dinner was a little silent, the atmosphere heated up again, obviously the wildlings were going to really enjoy the dinner.

“Auntie, sing my favorite song!” Xiao Zhongyang rode on the witch's neck, bowing down and lowering his head, looking backwards at the witch's face.

“Well, if you start, people will sing with you.” The witch's eyes revealed a hint of drowning.

“Yoo-hoo ~” Xiao Zhongyang seemed to recover his old days, singing with joy, "Running horses slipping up the mountain...”

The wildlings, hearing this familiar song, let go of the barbecue and fruit on their mouths, playing a pure Chinese tone, loudly attached: “A sliding cloud...”

At one time, the atmosphere of the campfire party was unusual and intense.

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