immortal

The road to Jijiu is a dirt road, which passes through the small river next to the town and goes into the dense forest.The sun only came out for half a day, and it started to rain after we were on the road. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, and a plastic poncho was enough.But it also indicates that we have to go to the stockade at night today. No one wants to sleep in the woods on such a rainy night.

We walked for two hours with one foot deep and one foot shallow. We were covered in mud. We hid under a big tree and ate some cold glutinous rice cakes. The little brother is now our key protection object and is squeezed inside.The fat man complained that he hadn't heard of the rain since he was on the road, and he was going to grow hair.

"The land in Guizhou is not three feet flat, and the sky is not sunny for three days. Everyone is an adult." The blind man would run on him whenever he had a chance, "Why are you so careless?"

The fat man was choked for a long time, speechless and staring blankly. I handed him the water and said: "So I was thinking, how many days in a year can you really see the stars in this place? ? But the Pole Star Worship has been preserved here, on the other hand, our cultural heritage... Could it be that we are alienated?"

The blind man laughed and said, "It's probably because it's not easy, so children and grandchildren should remember it forever. After all, sometimes, people need to know where they come from, which is very important."

"What's important?" asked the fat man.

"Sense of belonging." Poker Ping, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth, causing everyone to fall into silence.I suddenly remembered another question.

The younger brother is a descendant of the surname Ji, who is of the same family as the Yellow Emperor, and we are now deep in the hinterland of Miaojiang, the relationship between the two clans is not as simple as a bloody feud, if the Miao people find out about the younger brother's background...

When I expressed my worries, the fat man shrugged his shoulders and said, "That means that the fossil met the living fossil, maybe there is some sympathy for each other, and besides, he can't die... You should worry about yourself if you have time like this!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at my little brother. He looked at me and nodded silently.

In order to avoid causing more trouble, we directly bypassed Ji Jiu and went down to the village. Fortunately, we had the map drawn by Wu Erbai in our hands.Passing through an old wind and rain bridge, the upper village is still halfway up the mountain, it is dark in the morning, the headlights can only illuminate the area under the feet, and there are faint sounds of dogs barking in the lower village.

I don't know when the rain stopped, and I was so tired that I wanted to sleep directly in the mud. After walking for about an hour, the terrain in front of me gradually became flat.It wasn't until I stepped on the stone road that I realized that we were here.

Under the weak light of the headlights, you can clearly see that there is a large open space in front of you, and the ground under your feet is made of gravel, which can be vaguely seen to be arranged regularly, but the brightness of the headlights is limited, so no more information can be seen .And I always feel that there is something quietly dormant in the dark, it seems to be waiting.

Next to the open space is a pavilion-like building, with cornices raised at the four corners, and the fence is made in the style of a beautiful woman.We went into the pavilion to take a rest, and the fat man dug out the glutinous rice cakes that he hadn't eaten before, and shared a piece with me.

The little brother put down his bag and stood in front of a pillar without moving for a long time. I leaned over and he said, "There are words here."

Sure enough, where he pointed, there were some notches, vaguely like handwriting.I stretched out my hand to touch it, and most of the traces have been weathered, but the turning point of the strokes can still be clearly identified, but I don't know the word.

"Is it Miao Wen?" I asked. "Probably it was engraved by the craftsman when he selected the wood. What is it..." He shook his head. "I don't know either."

This was the first time I saw words he didn't know. Although it was out of place, I still wanted to laugh, "How long do you think it has been?" I asked him.

Poker bottle knocked on the wood with his hand, and smelled it closely, and then said: "Frame Nan".

"Frame Nan?" The fat man answered with a look of surprise, "Is this pavilion made of Nanmu?" He got up and inspected the remaining pillars, still a little unbelievable, "This remote place, actually..." As he said that, he went to yell at the blind man who was sitting and smoking, "Isn't this the kind of wood that the emperor can use?"

Although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is also true, especially if such a thick whole piece of wood is directly used as a pillar.We must know that nanmu can grow for at least a hundred years before it can become useful. In this way, the small and unattractive gazebo we are in now...

The little brother said: "It will be three or four hundred years."

The blind man didn't take it seriously, put out the smoke and said, "It's nothing strange, this nanmu originally grew in Sichuan and Guizhou, you think it is a rare object, but you don't know that people have been surrounded by this wood for generations, it's called..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lost his expression.

"coming."