The little ancestor of the family

"I'll go to the mountain and take a look."

Xiao Huaian said.

Ye Xinran held him back and said, "The mountain is full of wolves. It's too dangerous."

"It's okay, I can still handle it on my own."

Xiao Huaian comforted her.

Before we could come to a conclusion here, there was movement from the other side of the mountain.

The melodious and low flute sounded again, this time it was not as aggressive, and instead had a feeling of light telling a story.

The few people didn't feel anything, but the horse tied to the tree became a little anxious.

The two horses raised their front hooves, trying to break free from their current restraints, but since they couldn't, they raised their heads and neighed loudly.

The two drivers hurried over to calm the horses.

Ye Xinran asked in confusion: "What's wrong with this horse?"

Xiao Huaian immediately realized something, "There must be something wrong with the sound of the flute."

As he spoke, he walked directly towards the mountain.

However, before he reached the edge of the mountain, a "woman" came down from the mountain.

The woman was wearing a flowing gown, the material of which was as thin as a cicada's wing. With just a slight movement, the wide hem seemed to be about to fly up.

The person who came had her hair untied, and her silver hair glowed softly under the moonlight.

"Are you looking for me?"

When the person spoke, his voice was as clear as the sound of nature, but it also surprised everyone.

Because this voice is not a woman's, it is a real man's voice.

"Were you the one who played the flute just now?"

Xiao Huaian looked serious and pointed at the flute in the man's hand.

"it's me!"

The man's expression remained unchanged. He placed the flute across his lips and gently blew a few notes. The frenzied horse immediately calmed down.

"you……"

Xiao Huaian wanted to ask something, but the man ignored him and walked straight past him and towards Ye Xinran.

"Are these yours?"

The man pointed to the tent behind Ye Xinran.

Ye Xinran felt nervous for no reason.

Why did he come to the tent? Did he know what it was or was he just curious?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but Ye Xinran finally answered honestly: "Yes, we brought it."

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about you!"

The man didn't seem to be prepared to be fooled.

He stared at Ye Xinran without blinking, which made Ye Xinran feel uneasy.

"This, is called a tent?" Seeing that Ye Xinran didn't answer, he asked directly.

"how do you know?"

Seeing the man ask this, Ye Xinran suddenly became a little excited.

She had never encountered such a situation in her long time in Daliang. The man in front of her could call out the name of the tent. Could it be that he had seen it before?

Seeing that Ye Xinran did not deny it, the man smiled softly.

He smiled brightly, and his originally serious face became softer with this smile, as if he was an elf walking out of the mountains.

"Not only do I know that this thing behind you is called a tent, I also know that you must have brought it from another place, because it is impossible for such a thing to appear in Daliang, or in this era."

Originally Ye Xinran was just suspicious.

After the man said this, she completely understood: the man in front of her was a time traveler just like her.

"Are you also from another place?" Ye Xinran asked.

The man nodded.

Ye Xinran was a little excited. "That's great. I didn't expect to meet a fellow countryman in a place like this. We..."

She looked around and pointed at the tent. "Let's talk inside."

"Ok!"

The man nodded slightly and followed her into the tent.

Outside, several people looked at each other, not really understanding what the two people had just said.

Ye Xinran has never been very close to others. It takes a long time for her to develop a little trust in others.

How could she get so close to a strange man so easily?

Xiao Huaian couldn't figure it out.

Lu Changqing and Chen Yan were even more confused: "Brother-in-law, my sister and that person just said they were from the same hometown, so do you know where their hometown is?"

Chen Yan: “I heard them say, another place, another place, even the tent was taken from another place!

This place sounds amazing. After we go to Northern Xinjiang, can we discuss with my aunt and go to another place to have a look?"

Xiao Huaian did not respond to them, but just stared at the door of the tent without blinking.

Ye Xinran didn't invite him in, so he could only wait outside.

In the tent, Ye Xinran was having a pleasant conversation with the white-haired man.

"You just said that you traveled from 3025?" Ye Xinran was surprised. "That's later than me.

So was your hair white originally, or did it turn white later?"

The man in front of him said his name was Zuo Hang, and he had also traveled through time by accident.

"My hair……"

Zuo Hang touched his silver hair and said, "When I came here, the hair of this body was white."

"So how long have you been here?"

Ye Xinran was a little curious.

"How long?"

Zuo Hang thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember clearly, it's been many, many years.

My parents are long gone, and the people of my age in the village where I used to live have also grown old.

Over the years, only my appearance has not changed. I am afraid that they will think I am a monster, so I dare not even go home. Now I can only live in the mountains. "

"Did you raise those wolves?"

Speaking of living in the mountains, Ye Xinran thought of the wolves that had just besieged her.

“No, no, no!” Zuo Hang shook his hands repeatedly. “These wolves are the masters of the mountains. It’s not my turn to raise them.”

"But they seem to listen to you."

Ye Xinran was a little unconvinced.

"You mean this!"

Zuo Hang raised his flute and smiled mysteriously at Ye Xinran, "This is my golden finger, don't you have it?"

"Your golden finger?" Ye Xinran looked at the flute in his hand with curiosity.

Zuo Hang did not hide it and introduced it generously: "Yes, the tune played by this flute can control animals. Different tunes will cause animals to react differently. For example, the one I played just now can calm them down. If I change it to another one, it may make the animals become frantic."

After saying this, as if to prove himself, he picked up the flute again and played a few notes.

As the notes sounded, the neighing of horses and the driver's terrified shouts were immediately heard outside.

"Enough, enough!" Ye Xinran quickly stopped him and asked Zuo Hang to stop.

Zuo Hang twirled the flute handsomely with his fingers, looked at Ye Xinran and asked, "What about your golden finger? What is it?"