Chaos City 29
The entire northern region fell into a long winter.
They were all preparing for the only unified festival in the Northern Territory. During this period, all parties tacitly agreed not to start a war.
Isa, who was far away in the Chima tribe, received two letters.
There were many typos in the letter, and it was crooked. Isa had to guess and barely understand the meaning of the letter.
"...Brother Isa, the pink grass has grown, a beautiful patch. Dad scattered the remaining seeds around the sacrificial light pillar, saying that by the time A-Ren holds his coronation, it won't be bare rock anymore. The seeds from the second planting won't bloom until about three months after the snow melts.
Congcong is growing up so fast, but Aren hasn't grown any taller yet. We all miss you so much, Brother Isa, when will you come to visit us?"
"Brother Isa, I want to make you a horseshoe. Please include the model you need when you write to us next time. I heard from A Ren that you entrusted Uncle Barre to take care of my brothers and sisters. Thank you!"
Congcong will work hard, make money, become the most powerful bear in the City of Chaos, and buy A Ren his favorite red fruits, so that we can be good friends for a long time.
There is one thing that worries me. Although A Ren is older than me, he doesn't seem to be growing. I can even carry him on my shoulders now, but he's still so tiny. His only staple food every day is milk. He's so pitiful. Oh, how am I supposed to raise A Ren?"
After reading the letter, Isa put it away carefully.
The letters from his two young friends were the only thing that made him feel relaxed during this period.
Congcong has left the cub stage and officially entered the growth stage. This little bear is still clumsy and has even started to worry about A Ren's feeding problem.
Really...
Isa shook his head and looked far to the north.
Now the Chima tribe is completely divided into two factions. He and his uncle each occupy one side, and Chima has a situation where there are two tribe leaders coexisting.
He envied the clean and pure friendship between A Ren and Cong Cong, but as the eldest brother, he had experienced so many things and could no longer return to the innocence of the beginning.
He began to think more and more like Uncle Barre.
The burn on Isa's cheek hadn't been healed with medication, leaving a horrible scar. He wandered aimlessly to the meadow where he had run wildly as a child.
The green grass had turned yellow and was covered by a thin layer of snow. There was an inconspicuous grave at the edge.
He poured a glass of wine in front of the grave.
"Uncle Barre, I already have the capital to compete with him. Once I stop his alliance with the Serpent Mermaid, I can go back and completely control the royal court."
"I'm beginning to understand you..."
If he could be as strategic as his father, then Uncle Barre would become the knife in his hand to kill all the conspiracies against him.
But he was so weak at that time that he let the knife voluntarily become a shield to block hidden arrows for him, and then from the perspective of the protected person, he laughed at the stupidity of the shield.
"Chief, I finally found you."
The elder looked at Isa's back and called out softly, "The Yuan Festival is about to begin. Everyone is waiting for you to return and take charge of the situation."
Isa smiled and said, "It's probably those little ones in the tribe who can't wait to eat the delicious food."
The elder of the clan said: "That's right. It's giving us a headache."
"Then let's go."
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The snake tribe is afraid of the cold, so the fallen snow has long been cleaned up, and fire crystals are piled everywhere.
Yulila stood on the cliff behind the tribe, lost in thought.
Suddenly, her shoulders felt slightly heavy, her heart skipped a beat, and she turned around suddenly.
It was Jacob.
Yabaili took a thick fur coat and draped it over Yulila's shoulders. He raised his hand to brush the snow off his sister's hair and asked, "Did you get scared?"
"……elder sister."
Yabai: "I've been busy preparing for the wedding with the Chima tribe recently and have neglected you. Today is the Lantern Festival, and I saw that you were not in the palace, so I guessed you were here."
"Missing your mother?"
Yulila was stunned: "Hmm."
Yabai: "I miss her too. She handed the tribe over to us, so we should protect it together. Don't stay here too long, or you'll miss the fireworks party tonight."
Two identical faces, but different expressions. Yulila felt the warmth of her fur coat on her shoulders and replied softly, "Okay."
Jacob stayed with her for a while and then went off to do his work.
And after she left, a shadow appeared behind Yulila.
Yulila murmured, "What sisterhood? What about us protecting the tribe together? Mother clearly values and favors you more. It's because of you that I can't be recognized by the crown..."
Shadow: "Your Highness, the deployment is complete. Will we launch the coup tonight?"
Yulila was silent for a long time, then turned around, hugging her fur coat.
"Today is the Lantern Festival, so keep your troops in place."
"Contact the Chima tribe leader and ask him to be the insider on the day of his wedding with my sister."
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City of chaos.
Pink muhly grass began to appear in every corner of the city. The improved grass species bloomed twice a year, once in the cold winter and once in early summer, like pink snow, dyeing this cold city with a gentle color.
“Uwahahahaha——”
On the tallest observation tower in Zhongwei, there is an extra-long and extra-stimulating slide made of ice, winding down from the top of the tower.
Ning Ren, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, slid down the slide like a ball. His face was red from the cold, and his eyes were full of excitement: "Cong Cong! Here I come again!"
Behind him were Momo, Xixi and Yuanyuan, sliding down one after another. Their cheers could be heard from far away, and they were having a completely crazy time.
Ning Ren bumped into Congcong's belly, but the soft and elastic belly didn't cause him any impact. Then, one child after another slid into Congcong's arms.
Congcong opened his arms to protect them: "One more time!"
“Okay!”
Ning Ren used Feifei Wood to control them and flew to the top of the tower. Congcong slid down first, and then he sat on the ground waiting for the other children to slide down to prevent them from falling and getting hurt.
They had been playing for the whole morning, and they didn't stop even though the base of their tails were almost frozen numb.
A dark figure was walking slowly towards them from a distance. His movements were very slow, but he actually arrived here in just a few seconds. Asulin had a red cotton cloak draped over his arms and was looking towards the top of the tower.
The second elder of the tribe really has no bottom line in doting on his cubs. He even agreed to something as outrageous as building a slide in the watchtower.
"leader."
"Hello, Chief."
The guards on both sides saluted.
A Sulin nodded and said, "I'm here to take the young master back. You don't have to pay attention to me."
"yes!"
Ning Ren was about to continue sliding down when he saw the figure standing on the snow. He quickly grabbed the railing and looked down, "Dad?"
A Sulin looked up and said, "Come down and go home. If you keep playing with it, your tail will freeze off."
Ning Ren shouted, "Here I come."
The child jumped off the tower!
Asulin's eyelids jumped violently, and when he reacted, he had already teleported into the air and caught the cub steadily. Ning Ren laughed heartlessly in his arms, and even put his cold little hands into his chest.
"Nonsense."
Ning Ren's eyes sparkled, "Dad is awesome, he can catch A Ren. Come on, A Ren's hands are cold, daddy can warm them up."
"hiss……"
"It's too cold, take your hand out."
"don't want!"
Ning Ren comfortably put his hands in his father's collar, poked his head out and said to Cong Cong and the others, "Let's play together tomorrow!"
Asulin wrapped the cloak around him and said, "Be quiet."
Ning Ren hadn't grown much in the past six months, except for his tail, which had grown longer and tapered. Doctor Wei estimated that his first tail shedding would be in five months, and most of his body's energy was flowing into his tail.
Asulin rubbed the base of Ning Ren's tail and felt the energy gradually accumulating in the meridians inside, but the temperature was no different from touching ice.
"The slide is more fun than the flying wood. I want my second grandfather to build one in the old stone."
"Have you memorized the history of the mainland?"
"..." Ning Ren curled his lips, "Don't embarrass a child who is only four years old."
A Sulin: "When I was your age, I could already recite it."
"Lie kid, Second Grandpa said you cried miserably when you were memorizing your lessons back then."
A Sulin remained calm and said, "It's fake."
"Go back and practice two large characters, and I'll give you ten different kinds of berries."
"I don't believe it."
"Recite a book and I'll build a slide for you."
"real?"
"It's fake. You have to memorize ten articles."
The child was so angry that he bit his father's shoulder.
-
That night.
Ning Ren listened to the sound of fireworks coming from outside. He had never celebrated the Lantern Festival before, and he felt like there were needles under his butt and he couldn't sit still.
Leaning against the window to look at the brilliant lights outside, no one can resist the pitiful feeling of staring longingly.
Asulin resisted.
He tricked Ning Ren into promising to recite one more passage every day before taking him out to play, and Ning Ren had no choice but to agree despite the humiliation. A Sulin then took out the mask he had prepared long ago, put it on Ning Ren, and put it on himself.
The mask covered the upper half of his face to ensure that the tribesmen could not recognize him, and then he circled the excited cub with his tail and went out together.
The Central Royal City remains quiet.
The central area has become a sea of joy.
Bonfires can be seen everywhere, and cheerful songs can be heard everywhere. Fireworks bloom in the night sky, and the tribesmen gather around the fire to distribute stored dried meat and food, dancing the blessing dances passed down from ancient times.
jingle-
jingle--
The sound of ancient bells is sweet and ethereal.
The Mi people are reserved by nature, but tonight all their reserve was burned away by passion. The boys and girls blushed, held hands and made up their minds, and exchanged a kiss amid the cheers from the people around them.
"Wow--"
Ning Ren's eyes were almost unable to move as he stared at the other person while kissing.
"Dad! Kiss my brother and sister!"
Instantly, good-natured laughter rang out: "Whose cub is this cute?"
A Sulin felt the burning gazes from all around him, and embarrassedly slapped the child's eyes and mouth: "You are still young, don't look."
Ning Ren: "Why are they kissing?"
A Sulin coughed lightly: "Because they like each other."
"like?"
"Um."
The child frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly held his father's face and nibbled the cheek that was not covered by the mask.
"Then Ren likes daddy too."
A Sulin: "...Wipe your saliva."
"oh."
Ning Ren didn't mind his saliva and wiped it on his father's face with his sleeve.
"Dad, what are you laughing at?"
A Sulin: “Did I laugh?”
"Uh-huh."
"You're mistaken."
"No, you just laughed!"
Ning Ren argued with him for a long time, then gave up and shifted his attention to the most lively place in the middle area.
There were the most dancing tribesmen there, chanting ancient blessings with a peculiar rhythm that could be heard from far away.
A Sulin: "They are praying for God's blessing."
Ning Ren: "God?"
"An omnipotent being. Rumor has it that as long as a price is paid, the god can fulfill all wishes in the world."
"Where is God?"
"If you believe it, it exists; if you don't believe it, it doesn't exist. It's just a belief."
Ning Ren seemed to understand but not quite.
"As long as you are strong, you won't rely on anything else for faith," Asulin raised his eyebrows. "But if you want to slide down the slide, praying to me is obviously more effective than praying to God."
Ning Ren hummed and ignored him, pointing to the most lively place and said, "A Ren wants to learn to dance. Dad, come and teach me."
A Sulin pretended not to hear: "Let's go somewhere else."
"Aren wants to learn to dance!"
A Sulin naturally knew the blessing dance that was popular among the tribe, but as the leader of the City of Chaos, it would be very embarrassing if he was discovered.
He hadn't danced around since he became an adult, and even with a mask on, he couldn't bring himself to do it for a moment.
"Teach the children to dance!"
"Yeah, yeah, why should a father be shy?"
"Come over here and join us."
Asulin fled in panic, holding his baby and moving away from his fellow tribesmen.
After finally walking away, he looked down and found that the child was pouting and looked unhappy, with an expression that said, "If you don't agree, I will cry in front of you."
The father and son confronted each other for a moment, and Asulin was defeated.
He didn't want to cry with the children on the Lantern Festival because of his blood relationship.
"...Okay, okay, I'll take you to buy a bell first."
Ning Ren's expression changed quickly, and he approached with a smile: "Good dad."
A Sulin: “…”
The father and son bought bells, wore them on their wrists and ankles, found a small campfire where there were few tribesmen, and occupied the place.
Asulin stopped, with a look of confusion in his eyes.
The child on the other side of the fire felt his cheeks warmed by the firelight, and he looked forward to it: "Hurry up."
Asulin sighed in his heart, then raised his hand and made a starting gesture, and the bell on his wrist rang.
Ning Ren followed suit and danced along with him.
"Stand on tiptoe, twist your hands, move left, move right, open your hands, raise them, clap your hands, and spin..."
The adult Mi Lisai's long silver hair drew an elegant arc in the air, and the crisp and ethereal sound of bells rang rhythmically with the rhythm of his hands and feet.
"Hahahaha..." Ning Ren hurriedly followed him, grinning from ear to ear, "Fun! Fun! Dad dances beautifully!"
He was wrapped in a red cloak, like a festive dumpling. He was dressed too thickly, which restricted his movements. His clumsy movements had an indelible weirdness to them.
Asulin chuckled, and his concern about face disappeared, and he taught him over and over again.
The corners of his mouth and eyes also curved up like a cub.
Like a cold and gentle moon.
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