Chapter 2984

"Strong arm" was awakened by a sound of "jingling".

This is the beginning of chaos and the beginning of Hongmeng. The sky and the earth are dark, with volcanic eruptions and black smoke everywhere. While the earth is shaking, it also brings rich nutrients. The jungle is growing wantonly, and the birds and animals are galloping freely. What's more, the "strong arm" is born, which is the spirit of all things with intelligence and sociality.

"Strong arm" is the leader of 20 or 30 cave dwellers in this cave. As the distant relatives of early humans, they are robust, with horizontal face and shoulders, long hair all over them, and developed muscles wrapped around their hands and feet. They are more like upright gorillas than humans.

The forehead of cave dwellers inclines backward, but the jaw protrudes forward. This skull structure not only gives them strong bite force, but also limits the development of their brain capacity and wisdom. Therefore, they have not learned to polish too delicate tools, let alone plant and herd. They just build rough stone axes, wooden spears and bone sticks to chase their prey every day, They gather fruit and grow.

It takes a lot of energy to chase the prey. If a person is sleepy, he may be escaped by the plump prey, or forget to distinguish the tracks of the beast, which will lead to unimaginable consequences. As the leader of the caveman, the sleep of the "strong arm" is a matter of life and death for the whole group.

So, before the light of the day, when he was woken up, "strong arm" accumulated a belly of fire, and was full of high vigilance. His hair stood up like a chimpanzee, and his chest made a sound of "snoring".

Other men in the cave, or male cavemen, were awakened by the strange sound.

"No hair", "one more", "pig claw", the men looked at each other, and turned their turbid eyes to the leader, curled fingers, asked "strong arm" with gestures - what's the matter?

The sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" came from the deepest part of the cave. At the end of the darkness, there was a faint light of fire!

This cave is warm, rugged and narrow, which is the best place for cave dwellers to live.

However, the cave is inclined downward, sinking deeper and deeper, but there is nothing at the end. It is not suitable for survival, and it is impossible for "Shenmu" to be hit by lightning and ignite a raging fire.

These cave dwellers are still exploring the mystery of making a fire, and they have instinctive curiosity and awe for the fire.

Although the light was weak, it was enough to stimulate the pupils of all cave dwellers, shrinking to the size of a needle tip.

"Strong arm" rubs sharp canine teeth, picks up a slightly polished stone axe, makes gestures, and climbs to the end of the cave with the male caveman.

Soon, they saw a torch made of pine nuts, animal oil and bone sticks, which was far beyond the times. It could not be extinguished for a long time, almost without smoke, and it also gave off a very good smell.

The fire stung their eyes, made their pores shrink, their muscles stiff, and they had difficulty breathing. Even the strongest and most daring leader, Qiang arm, almost screamed and scurried.

But what surprised them even more was the tiny figure in the flickering flame.

"It's crooked neck!"

"One more" with six fingers in his right hand dances and signals to "strong arm" to ease each other's tension.

These early cave dwellers did not have the ability to master language. Their coarse throats could only make strange roars, forming short syllables, and the fire of their teeth and claws sealed their throats, so they did not dare to make any sound.

There is no need to say "one more" and "strong arm" can recognize it.

Crooked neck is the thinnest caveman in this small cave.

If other Neanderthals are chimpanzees and "qiangbarm" is a gorilla, then "crooked neck" is a hairless monkey.

Such a thin caveman had no right to survive in the cruel flood and famine.

However, although he was thin and weak, he ran very fast. He was also good at polishing stone axes, making stone spears and all kinds of strange things. In many cases, he could smell the smell of beasts, so as to avoid the total annihilation of the hunting team.

In addition to being thin and frail, "crooked neck" is not a problem. Every night, he seldom goes to bed. Instead, he likes to go out into the wilderness where he can't see his fingers. He crooks his neck, looks up at the starry sky, looks at the bright stars all over the sky, and falls into long-term thinking.

Beyond the cave and in the dark, there is the world of beasts. Saber Toothed tigers, hairy lions, wolves and giant pigs are everywhere. I don't know how crooked neck can avoid the invasion of many beasts.

Fortunately, this early cave dwelling tribe has not yet developed primitive religion. Otherwise, people like "crooked neck" will surely be regarded as "demons" and thrown under the cliff to please the gods.

In fact, according to the nomenclature of Neanderthals, "crooked neck" should be called "looking at the stars".

However, the poor brains of these cave dwellers still can't understand the concept of heaven and earth, and they don't know what is flashing in the sky when the night sky comes. In their view, it's just meaningless little light spots.

Their short syllables and the arrangement and combination of ten fingers are unable to describe the esoteric concept of "Star", so they have to call this thin fellow "crooked neck" with habitual actions.

All cave dwellers, including qiangbarm, know that "crooked neck" is a different kind of ethnic group, but no one thought that "crooked neck" would be so strange that he was doing something that no one had seen, described or understood under the light of fire.

He is drawing.

First, he used a sharp stone spear to cut rough lines on limestone, and then used various kinds of minerals to grind them, and then added water, blood and oil to paint them. A pair of primitive, simple, rough and full of life tension murals appeared in front of many cave dwellers.

In the dark and chaotic sea of thinking of cave dwellers, there is no room for art, religion and imagination to roam freely. As a leader, "strong arm" should immediately stop the absurd act of "crooked neck". However, his throat and strong arms are seized by an invisible force. He can't roar, can't wave his arms, and can only watch in awe.

Looking at it, a light of wisdom, like a clear spring, seemed to flow from the fingers of "crooked neck" into the narrow brain chamber of "strong arm", which made him vaguely understand the meaning of this mural.

"Crooked neck" first painted a lot of little people at the bottom of the mural, these little people waving stone axes and spears, seem to be chasing... Boars and bison, that is their daily life, that represents them!

Then, "crooked neck" painted a lot of dots on the top of the mural, and there were radiating lines around the dots, which were the things hanging high in the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Finally, "crooked neck" drew many dotted lines from the little people who represented them, leading to the sun, moon and stars in the sky. At the end of the dotted line, many arrows were drawn.

What does this mean? Are they cave dwellers who have just metamorphosed from the mud point able to fly to the sun, moon and stars one day?

Strong arm doesn't know.

He just felt that there were many new concepts, new words, new pictures and bizarre fantasies pouring into his brain, or just pouring out from his brain.

Sun, moon, stars, heaven and earth, universe, flying, exploration... He wants to find a new way to express these concepts to the people, and then work with them to find a way to fly to the sun.

"Strong arm" is submerged by this huge, deep, remote and ever-changing world. Clear tears flow from the corner of his eyes. Standing in the same place, the stone axe falls to the ground unconsciously.

His people, "one more", "no hair", "pig claw"... All are the same.

"Crooked neck" completed the mural, ten fingers have been worn out, the last stroke is completely stained with blood.

He looked back at his stupefied and thoughtful clansman, grinning brightly, pure and peaceful.

While the ethnic people are still in a trance and can't help themselves, "crooked neck" sneaks into the shadow that the torch can't shine on, sticks to the cave wall, bypasses the ethnic people and goes to the cave entrance.

He crept carefully, not wanting to wake the sleeping women and children.

"Crooked neck" pushed away the rock blocking the hole, and blocked the cave again from the outside. Then, one step at a time, he came to the wilderness of dawn.

The sun has not yet risen, but a wave of red awns has risen on the horizon, outlining the steep, majestic and thrilling ridge.

When the river is running, everything wakes up. The roar of beasts and the chirp of birds come from afar, forming an ancient chorus.

"Crooked neck" reluctantly looked at everything, took a deep breath, curled hands licked the saliva, for the last time, carefully combed his hair.

Under the reflection of the morning glow, his hair is full of red color. In the deep red, there are strands of golden awns. It is clearly a weak monkey, but it exudes a breath that can't be covered by heaven and earth.

Suddenly, he stopped combing, carefully fumbled, and twisted a flea out of his hair.

Habitually want to squeeze to death, think about it, or curl up your fingers, will flea bounce out, bounce to the infinite possible field.

The rock blocking the cave behind him was pushed away again, and the "strong arm" and others roared.

"Crooked neck" head does not return, a smile, jump, facing the sunrise, rainbow and go!