40,000 Years of Cultivation

"Strong Arm" was awakened by a sound of "ding-ding".

This is the beginning of the chaos and the beginning of the new era. The world is dim. There are volcanic eruptions and black smoke everywhere. While the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking, it also brings rich nutrients. The jungle grows freely, and the birds and beasts gallop freely. , And gave birth to the "Strong Arm", the spirit of all things with initial intelligence and sociality, and a caveman who is rumored and drinking blood.

"Strong Arms" are the leaders of the twenty or thirty cavemen in this cave-as distant relatives of early humans, they are sturdy, with their faces and shoulders developing horizontally, with long hair all over their bodies, and their hands and feet wrapped in developed muscles. , Not so much a human being, more like an upright gorilla.

The caveman’s forehead is tilted back, but the lower jaw is protruding forward. This skull structure not only gives them a strong bite, but also limits their brain capacity and the development of wisdom, so they have not yet learned to polish too delicate tools. , Let alone learn to plant and animal husbandry, just build rough stone axes, wooden spears and bone sticks, chase prey and gather fruits every day.

Chasing prey requires a lot of energy. A sleepy-eyed person may be run away by a plump prey, or forget to distinguish the footprints of beasts, resulting in unimaginable consequences. As the leader of the caveman, the sleep of the "strong arm" is a matter of life and death for the entire race. event.

Therefore, when he was awakened before it was lighted, the "Strong Arm" accumulated a bellyful of fire, and was full of high vigilance. The hair all over his body stood up like a chimpanzee, and the sound of "snoring" deep in the chest. .

The other men in the cave, or the male cavemen, were also awakened by this strange sound.

"No hair", "one more", "pig paw", the men looked at each other, and cast their muddy eyes at the leader, gesturing with their fingers, and using gestures to ask the "strong arm"-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, it was faint, still shining with a faint fire light!

This cave is warm, rugged, long and narrow, and is the best habitat for cave dwellers.

But the cave slopes downward, sinking deeper and deeper, but there is nothing at the end. It is not suitable for survival, and it is even more unlikely that the "sacred tree" was struck by lightning and ignited.

These cavemen are still exploring the mystery of making fires, and have instinctive curiosity and awe for flames.

Although it was a faint flame, it was enough to stimulate the pupils of all cavemen, shrinking to the size of a needle.

"Strong Arm" rubbed the sharp canine teeth, picked up a slightly polished stone axe, gestured, and crawled towards the end of the cave with the male caveman.

Soon, they saw a torch made of pine cones, animal oil and bone sticks that was extremely exquisite in workmanship. It was far beyond the era. It burned forever, almost no smoke, and gave out a very good smell. .

The flame stabbed their eyes, causing their pores to contract, their muscles stiffened, and it was difficult to breathe. Even the strongest and boldest leader, "Strong Arm", almost screamed and scrambled with his head.

But what surprised them even more was the thin and small figure under the swaying flame.

"It's a "crooked neck"!"

The "one more" with six fingers on his right hand danced and gestured to the "strong arm", alleviating each other's tension.

These early cavemen did not have the ability to master language. Their rough throats could only make strange roars, forming short syllables, and the flames of their teeth and claws sealed their throats tightly, and they did not dare to make any noises. .

There is no need to say "one more", "strong arm" can also be recognized.

"Crooked Neck" is the thinnest caveman in this small cave.

If other cavemen are chimpanzees, and "Strong Arm" himself is a gorilla, then "Crooked Neck" is simply a hairless monkey.

Such a thin caveman didn't have the right to survive in the cruel predicament.

But although he is thin and weak, he runs very fast. He is also good at polishing stone axes, making stone spears and all kinds of weird things. In many cases, he can smell the breath of beasts to prevent the hunting team from being wiped out. Reluctantly kept him.

In addition to being thin and weak, there is another problem with "crooked neck" that is not a problem-every night, he rarely sleeps, but likes to run outside, in the wilderness where he can't see his fingers, tilting his neck, looking up at the stars, and watching With the sky full of brilliant stars, I fell into long thoughts.

Outside the cave, under the dark night, is the world of beasts, saber-toothed tigers, long-haired lions, and omnipresent wolves and giant ancient pigs. I don't know how the crooked neck escaped the invasion of many beasts.

Fortunately, this early caveman tribe has not yet developed a primitive religion. Otherwise, aliens like "crooked necks" must be regarded as "demons" by the tribe, and thrown under the cliffs to please the gods.

In fact, according to the caveman's nomenclature, "crooked neck" should be called "look at the stars".

However, these cavemen’s barren brains still can’t understand the concept of heaven and earth, let alone what it is that flashes in the sky whenever the night sky comes. In their opinion, they are just meaningless. It's just a small light spot.

Their short syllables and the arrangement and combination of ten fingers could not describe the inscrutable concept of "stars", so they had to use their habitual actions to call this thin and thin kind "crooked neck".

Including "Strong Arms", all cavemen know that "Crooked Neck" is a strange species in the ethnic group, but no one thought that "Crooked Neck" would be so weird—he was doing it under the light of the fire. There is something that no one has seen, cannot describe, and cannot understand.

He is painting.

He first used a sharp stone spear to excavate rough lines on the limestone, and then used various minerals to grind and add water, blood and grease to paint on them. It was primitive, crude, rough and full. The murals of life tension appeared before the eyes of many cave dwellers.

In the dark and chaotic sea of ​​thinking of cavemen, there is still no room for art, religion and imagination to gallop. As a leader, the "strong arm" should immediately stop the absurdity of the "crooked neck", but his throat is strong and powerful. Both of his arms were firmly grasped by an invisible force, unable to yell or wave his arms, and could only stare blankly.

Looking at it, a ray of wisdom was like clear spring water, as if pouring from the fingers of "Crooked Neck" into the narrow brain ventricle of "Strong Arm", making him vaguely understand the meaning of this mural.

"Crooked Neck" first painted a lot of little people under the mural. These little people wield stone axes and spears, seeming to be chasing... the wild boar and the bison, that, that is their daily life, that represents them!

Then, "Crooked Neck" drew many small dots on the top of the mural. Around the small dots, there are constantly spreading radiation lines, which are things hanging high in the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Finally, "Crooked Neck" pulled a lot of dotted lines out of the little man 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? Is it saying that these cavemen who have just morphed from the mud spot can fly above the sun, moon and stars one day?

"Strong Arm" doesn't know.

He just felt that there were a lot of new concepts, new vocabulary, new pictures, and bizarre fantasies, pouring into the depths of his brain, or simply pouring out from the depths of his brain.

Sun, moon, stars, heaven and earth, universe, flying, exploration... He really wants to find a new way of expression, tell all these concepts to the people, and then look for them with the people and find a way to fly to the sun. .

"Strong Arm" was overwhelmed by this huge, deep, remote, and endlessly changing world. Clear tears flowed from the corners of the muddy eyes, standing still on the spot, and the stone axe fell to the ground unknowingly.

His people, "one more", "hairless", "pig paw"... all of them are the same.

"Crooked Neck" completed the mural, the ten fingers have been worn out, and the last stroke was completely stained with blood.

He turned his head, looked at his dazed and thoughtful tribe, grinned, the smile was extremely brilliant, pure and peaceful.

While the tribesmen were still in a trance, unable to themselves, "crooked necks" quietly sank into the shadow that the torches could not illuminate, pressed against the cave wall, bypassed the tribesmen, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

He tiptoed and walked carefully, not wanting to wake up the sleeping women and children.

"Crooked Neck" pushed open the rock blocking the cave entrance, and re-blocked the cave from the outside. Only then did it step by step and came to the wilderness of dawn.

The sun has not yet risen, but waves of red light have risen above the horizon, delineating steep, majestic, and thrilling ridges.

The river rushes, everything awakens, and the roar of the beast and the chirping of the birds gradually come from afar, forming an ancient chorus.

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

Under the reflection of the morning glow, his whole body hair exudes a glowing red color, and in the depths of the red, there are faint strands of golden light. It is obviously a weak monkey, but it exudes a moving heart, and the world is impossible. The veiled breath.

Suddenly, he stopped combing, groping carefully, and twisted out a flea from between the hairs.

Habitually wanted to squeeze to death, after thinking about it, he curled up his fingers and bounced the fleas out into the wilderness of endless possibilities.

The rock blocking the cave behind him was pushed aside again, and there was a rapid roar from "Strong Arm" and others.

"Crooked Neck" didn't turn his head, smiled slightly, and jumped forward, facing the morning sun and turning into a rainbow!