During this period, Mu ger had been interacting with Wang Jin and the other gers, and now he got along quite well with everyone. Seeing Wang Jin looking utterly defeated, Mu ger found it both amusing and pitiful. He stepped in and led the others to his own home, sparing Wang Jin from further disturbance.
Wang Jin lay sprawled for a while before finally regaining his composure. Yuan Heng had also returned early, and Wang Jin looked up at him with a questioning gaze. Yuan Heng shook his head in response.
He had searched the entire hunting grounds of the Danmu tribe but couldn’t find what Wang Jin had asked for.
This time, the man had brought back some bamboo, intending to make another bamboo recliner. The ger seemed to love lying on it, but the one he had made earlier was a bit too small. He wanted to make a larger one so that, when he had free time, he could also lie on it with the little ger nestled in his arms.
As if imagining a delightful scene, Yuan Heng’s ears turned slightly red. He set the bamboo aside and sat down in front of the little ger, about to start working.
Suddenly, the ger reached out and grabbed his wrist, his slender and soft fingers brushing against the cool bamboo.
Wang Jin had just thought of something new to teach the other gers!
Moreover this thing would definitely keep them busy for a while.
Wang Jin asked Yuan Heng to cut a section of the bamboo for him and then marked a few spots for him to drill holes.
In no time, in the man’s eyes, a peculiar bamboo stick appeared. But in Wang Jin’s eyes, it was a simple bamboo flute.
Wang Jin took the bamboo flute from the man’s hands, placed it under his lips, and tested the sound.
Under the man’s curious gaze, Wang Jin’s eyes sparkled with brilliance as a melodious tune flowed from the bamboo flute.
The man was slightly stunned, his eyes widening in surprise. He couldn’t name the tune, but it sounded soothing and beautiful, like the soft, sweet voice of the little ger, conveying affection through the melody. The emotions in the music resonated deeply in the man’s heart, making it beat faster.
The little ger’s eyes were fixed on him, filled with a captivating allure that made the man’s heart itch.
When the tune ended, Wang Jin lowered the bamboo flute and looked at the man with bright eyes. “How was it? Do you think it sounds good? Do you think the other gers will like it?”
“…” Will the other gers like it…
This sentence felt like a bucket of ice water pouring over Yuan Heng from head to toe. Did the ger make this thing and play such a tune for those gers?!
Yuan Heng grabbed Wang Jin’s hand, his grip so tight that it hurt a little.
“You… are my ger!”
He said it again, and Wang Jin suddenly realized what was going on. He couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated. He tried to pull his hand away but couldn’t break free from Yuan Heng’s grip, so he explained patiently, “You’ve misunderstood. Those gers have been pestering me every day to teach them something. I’ve already taught them everything I know, and I’ve run out of ideas.”
“So… I thought of this bamboo flute. They’ve never played it before, so it’ll take them some time to learn. That way, they’ll have something to do, and they won’t keep bothering me all the time.” Wang Jin explained carefully.
Yuan Heng stared at Wang Jin’s face for a long time, as if trying to detect any hidden motives. Seeing the honesty in Wang Jin’s eyes and confirming there was no deception, he finally let go of his hand, though he still seemed displeased.
“No, you can only play for me. You can’t teach them,” Yuan Heng said, pursing his lips.
Wang Jin blinked, looking at the man with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Was this really Yuan Heng speaking? Such a possessive tone!
“You’re being too domineering!” Wang Jin pouted.
Yuan Heng gritted his teeth and insisted, “No means no.”
The way the little ger looked while playing the flute was like a seductive spirit from the forest, capable of enchanting anyone who saw him. How could Yuan Heng allow the ger to appear like that in front of others?
Even if those people were also gers like Wang Jin, it was still unacceptable!
“…” Wang Jin’s eyebrow twitched. “Fine, if I don’t teach them this, then what should I teach them?”
“…” Yuan Heng couldn’t come up with an answer. Finally, he clenched his teeth and said, “Just tell them not to come anymore!”
Wang Jin sighed. “You’re saying that again. You know we need to integrate into the tribe. Don’t you want the Danmu tribe to carry on the legacy of the Winged White Tiger clan? If I hold you back, how can that happen?”
Yuan Heng paused at this and looked at Wang Jin.
Wang Jin suddenly realized he had let something slip and quickly covered his mouth. He hadn’t intended to tell the man that part of his reason for getting close to the other gers was for Yuan Heng’s sake.
Yuan Heng’s heart softened as if a kitten had just nuzzled against it.
So, this is why the ger has been so eager to befriend those gers, it turns out for my sake.
The anger in his heart dissipated like smoke, vanishing without a trace.
Yuan Heng reached out and pulled Wang Jin into his arms, explaining, “I didn’t have such a deliberate plan. When I was born, only my father and I were left in the clan. I don’t even know what legacy The Winged White Tiger clan has. Integrating into the Danmu tribe was just to let them pay respects to my ancestors. They’re already doing that now, so there’s nothing left to pass on.”
“I see…” Wang Jin was stunned for a moment. “But it’s still true that we need to integrate.”
Yuan Heng nodded, then added, “The tribe already likes you a lot, so we’ve pretty much integrated. If there’s nothing left to teach, then just stop teaching!”
The man said this lightly, as if a weight had finally been lifted from his heart.
Wang Jin couldn’t help but laugh.
Originally, it was supposed to be him who grew tired of the other gers…
But in the end, it was Yuan Heng who couldn’t take it anymore.
Actually, those gers were quite endearing. They were very grateful by nature. After being taught something, they would proactively bring the best cuts of tender meat from their homes, gift him the finest cloths they had woven, and thought of him first if they had any new toys.
Wang Jin initially didn’t understand why Yuan Heng had chosen the Danmu tribe and joined their group, but now he was starting to get it.
The Danmu tribe had no fixed settlement and urgently needed a place to settle down. Most of the people in the tribe understood gratitude, and although the tribe was weak, it was the most suitable choice…
Thinking this, Wang Jin pondered for a moment and then said, “We’ll see. If anyone comes asking for guidance, it wouldn’t hurt to teach them a little.”
He meant this sincerely… When Yuan Heng heard this, although he wasn’t pleased, he didn’t say anything in the end. He simply tightened his arms around the little ger in his embrace.
In the end, Wang Jin still didn’t get to teach the other gers how to play the flute.
The Danmu tribe’s matching couple Festival was approaching.
Matching couple Festival was a matchmaking banquet in the Danmu tribe. During this event, unmarried gers would prepare performances to showcase in front of the entire tribe. Unmarried beastmen and gers could publicly express their affection for one another on this day.
If two people were compatible, they would decide on a wedding date on the spot and soon marry…
It was the most anticipated festival of the year for unmarried beastmen and gers.
The unmarried gers would start early, selecting their favorite clothes and accessories, carefully preparing their performances to present to the entire tribe on the day of the festival.
This festival was not only for matchmaking but also for competitions.
The title of “Most Beautiful Ger in the Tribe,” which Yue ger held, was determined at this annual matching couple Festival.
According to Mu ger’s explanation to Wang Jin, Yue ger received declarations of love from many beastmen every year. He was good-looking, and his performances were always outstanding…
Over time, the title of “Most Beautiful Ger” became widely recognized.
This year, after what had happened between Wang Jin and Yuan Heng, it was uncertain whether Yue ger would be able to participate in the festival properly and successfully choose a beastman for himself.
Wang Jin listened to all this but didn’t pay much attention.
The only thing he knew was that soon, he would get to see many performances!
Because of the festival, the number of gers visiting Wang Jin the next day decreased by two-thirds.
Some were unmarried, while others were married and had gone back to help their friends or sons prepare.
Those who remained with Wang Jin were the more laid-back ones, who didn’t compete, didn’t rush, and didn’t like to join in the hustle and bustle.
As a result, Wang Jin’s courtyard became unusually quiet. Although the gers stayed with Wang Jin, they, like Mu ger, sat quietly and diligently at their seats, weaving and sewing.
When they spoke, it was only in whispers…
Wang Jin relaxed for a few days, and finally, matching couple Festival arrived…
On the day of the festival, many gers dressed up extravagantly, their faces painted with red clay, their heads and bodies adorned with various ornaments, looking as if they were ready to marry at any moment.
Wang Jin spent the morning strolling around with Mu ger. Today, whether married or unmarried, beastmen and gers had to separate for the festivities.
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