Happy Primitive Life [ Danmei MTL ]

20| Back to the Tribe

Heri slept soundly, he was suddenly pushed out rudely, rolled straight down the haystack, and fell out of the bed with a thump. Anyone who made such a big movement should wake up. He propped up his body, with blue veins on his forehead, jump straight. 

"Hey, you hug too tightly, I can't breathe." A little guy scratched his head innocently. 

Heri said with a black face, "You can wake me up." 

"You are injured, how can I interrupt you to rest?" The little guy spoke eloquently, and he didn't know how sensible he was. 

Heri looked at him, then at the ground, so this is what you call not to disturb? 

Bai guessed that this was not good, so he hurriedly got up, dragged the patriarch on the side violently, and skillfully rolled into his arms again, "Go to sleep."

Then he fell asleep again. Heri really wanted to throw the person out of bed, smile at him again, and go to sleep. No wonder I've always been upset recently, it turns out that the disaster is here. 

The poor patriarch is treated with all kinds of violence every day, and he sleeps too much with his arms around him at night, and is sometimes pushed? kick? Get out of bed and come again before going to bed.

"Would you like to be my male?" The thick-skinned Heri also felt that he would rather have a fight with a giant python than to suffer such physical and mental torture. 

As time passed, the patriarch, who was in his prime, healed quickly. On this day, he was standing outside the cave and flexing his legs, and Bai stood at the entrance of the cave and stared at him nicely. The jerky was finished, and there was nothing to keep that person. The little guy was very sad. He felt that he was about to lose his jerky and male at the same time.     

"What's the matter?" When Heri turned around, he was startled by his melancholy eyes. What kind of demon was he going to be?

He wouldn't admit that he didn't want to see the energetic little guy pretending to be melancholy.     

"Oh," the little guy sighed before speaking, "Are you leaving?"

After speaking, he blinked and looked at Heri with eyes full of tears.

The patriarch's sentence just got stuck in his throat, "Why are you crying again? You are really the crying female I have ever seen!"

Heri walked over and gave it to others with his big rough hands.

The tears were wiped clean.

Unexpectedly, the more wiped, the tears of the little guy rolled happily. This eyeball will not be connected to the Muli River, just keep rolling out. Although it was white and dirty, the skin was tender, soft like the petals of a moon letter, so that the rough Heri didn't dare to use force. 

"Your hand is so prickly, it hurts my face." Bai whimpered while choking. 

Heri's hand hung awkwardly in the air, neither holding it nor releasing it. Seeing that Heri hadn't wiped his face, Bai was not happy again. At this moment, he couldn't cry too much. He grabbed the big hand and put it on his cheek, even though it stabbed, he asked to touch it. 

Heri was so tempered by him, "If you cry again, I won't take you away."

The patriarch deliberately scared the child with a straight face. 

Sure enough, Bai Lima snorted his face, grinned with white teeth, and his eyes were crescent-like smiles, almost blinding the old man. 

"When shall we go back?" Bai thought of the big can of dried meat that Heri said, and wished to run to Heri's tribe to have a big meal.