Chapter 291

Chapter 291

The dark clouds above were dissipating, indicating a tendency for the weather to clear up. There wouldn't be any more rain. Why hasn't the Divine Child allowed them to leave yet?

The Eldest Senior Brother and the others looked at each other, puzzled.

While they were looking at Han Cheng, Han Cheng was looking at the sky.

The sky had initially become overcast from the northwest. Although the dark clouds overhead had thinned out, the northwest remained heavily clouded.

This indicated that something might be happening over there.

Northwest, the upper reaches of this river, is characterized by many mountains, where rainwater gathers swiftly. At this time, continuing the journey by boat, there's a high likelihood of colliding with the rushing water.

Whether the boat flips or not is uncertain; it's better to avoid such potential dangers if possible.

As the saying goes, a wise man doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. Han Cheng, not exactly a wise man, still tries his best to avoid such situations.

Delaying a bit of time is acceptable if it means ensuring safety.

Han Cheng shared his thoughts with Eldest Senior Brother and others, but they remained skeptical.

Han Cheng couldn't be certain that flooding would occur, but it never hurts to be cautious.

A few faint rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the earth below.

The Eldest Senior Brother and the others looked at the unchanged river water and then at the sky...

However, after this delay, attempting to continue the journey by boat and return before nightfall was now impossible. They had to endure the longing for a home and find firewood and other necessities to stay overnight here.

The rain stopped, so Han Cheng naturally had no reason to continue hugging Milk Tea Sister.

Holding onto someone like this, feeling their warmth, was both comfortable and uncomfortable...

The members of the Green Sparrow Tribe, including the shaman and others, watched the darkening sky and the pouring rain with furrowed brows.

Through the rain curtain, some with good eyesight could vaguely see the rising river...

Next to a Shi Tou, a clay tablet had grids drawn on it, some of which were marked with slashes. Three grids were still empty.

The rain continued for a while before stopping.

Looking towards the small river from the house, they saw that what was once a gentle stream now roared like it had transformed, its muddy waters rushing violently.

Those who used to eagerly await the return of the divine child and the leader today had no hope of their return at this time.

Then, to the strange melody of Han Cheng's "Let's row with double oars," they paddled upstream.

After a while of rowing, the singing from a certain divine child's mouth had turned into "Little sister, you at the bow~"...

The Eldest Senior Brother, Shang, and the others listened quietly, no one speaking.

The strange tones the divine child was spouting at this moment were unheard of by them before. Initially, they found it fresh and strange, but after a while, they found it more pleasant than the usual simple speech.

Milk Tea Sister sat at the boat's bow, looking at Han Cheng with stars in her eyes.

The longing for and pursuit of beautiful things is a characteristic of all species. No race prefers hardship over comfort or ugliness over beauty.

As individuals of this era, surpassing all species in intelligence, the Eldest Senior Brother and the others also yearned for things other than basic needs.

Although it was impossible to compare them with the necessities of life, it didn't stop them from appreciating them at times.

Milk Tea Sister was particularly fascinated by sounds. In the past, when she was in their tribe, whenever she had the chance, she loved shouting towards the mountains and deep valleys, listening to the echoes.

Now, hearing the off-key songs sung by Han Cheng, she felt as if something had suddenly opened up in her heart.

It turned out that besides shouting towards the mountains, she could also use her own voice like this...

During this time, the tall and majestic image that Han Cheng had established in her heart was elevated even higher.

Of course, these alone weren't enough to make her eyes sparkle.

What truly made her eyes sparkle were the lyrics sung by Han Cheng.

She couldn't understand most of the lyrics but understood the word "sister."

Because there was a "sister" in her name.

Such pleasant words, the divine child was saying them to herself...

After Han Cheng sang for a while, much of the excitement about returning to the tribe had been vented out.

As the song stopped, he turned around and saw Milk Tea Sister leaning against the bow of the boat. He thought the song was quite fitting. Apart from his own occasional off-key notes and the lack of a duet partner at the bow, everything else was fine.

Thinking like this, he noticed Milk Tea Sister looking at him, seemingly intoxicated. Han Cheng smiled slightly, but after a while, his gaze became strange again.

Because he suddenly remembered a scene—several years later, he would stand by the bed, head hung low, with a troubled expression.

Milk Tea Sister would sit on the bed, looking at him with a deeply resentful expression, and sing, "Little sister sits by the bed. Why is big brother sweating so profusely..."