Chapter 2: Wedges (2)

(2) My name

My father's name to me was 11 words: Warivaru A. Nata Hei Zhima.

First of all, the sound of the first word "tile" is a little more similar to "wo". None of the others can be written in homophonic Chinese characters, all of them are just relatively approximate pronunciations. "Warivaru" is my family name, "A" is my father's surname, and "Nata Hei Mi Zhima" is my first name.

The meaning of the name is even more unreasonable, it is "the daughter of the sea god of the left sea".

My father said that Zuosuohai is Lugu Lake. That's not worthy of the name, it's the daughter of the lake, take the name of the sea, no wonder I will have so many disasters!

Like the names of my two younger brothers, you will not find Chinese characters, they are the sons of the mountain gods of Gongga Mountain and Pulang Mountain. They are called Gonggaro and Purangro. Simple and loud.

The altitude of Gongga Mountain is more than 7,000 meters, and the snow-covered peaks are often reflected in the burning clouds. Mount Prang is the mountain where the ancestral treasure is buried, and it should be in some fold of the Hengduan Mountains. When someone tries to dig it, it causes earthquakes and tsunamis. Buried 30 kilometers below the surface of the earth, near the silicon-magnesium layer of the mantle, there was a night pearl in it that shone like a fluorescent lamp, illuminating me as I flipped through the books my ancestors had read.

I was able to climb into that hole only when I weighed less than forty kilograms, and fell like a feather to the edge of the mantle.

When I got tired of reading, I crawled on the book and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in front of the pile of used books in a Chinese bookstore. There was a book that shimmered with gold. When I pulled it out, it looked like it was the book of my ancestors I had just read.

(3) The source of the story

I met the only Dabo in their village in Miyan Village, and I didn't rashly ask him to give me a paragraph, for I was afraid that it would be unlucky. The whole village was gathered around the campfire, and I sounded like I was worried that old Dabo would die and their souls would not be able to return home.

That night I stayed in a house of 26 people, and I was not allowed to eat until 10 o'clock the next day, and I was so hungry that I wanted to cry. Only then did they begin to make cakes: put a flat stone slab on the iron tripod, shovel the wood ash from the fire pit with sparks on the stone slab and brush it down, and after repeating this three times, they poured the buckwheat flour mixed into a thick paste on the stone slab and baked it into cakes.

There were five fish in an antimony iron basin, respectively from Litang River, Chongtian River, Xiaojin River, Ding Dong Haizi, and Mengzong Haizi. At half past ten, Nagamiko's fish was also delivered.

By the time I drank the fish soup and ate the cakes, I was completely dizzy and dizzy. I was still dizzy on horseback as the midday sun scorched over my head. As the brown horse swayed me up the hill, I saw the white poisonous sun hanging high in front of my forehead. The white hat on my head fell from the horse's eyes, and the horse galloped......