Ground Stars / 地上星 · Ch.38 第38章 念力寄往邮徽世界-1
第38章 念力寄往邮徽世界–1
Chapter 38: Psychic Delivery to Yore-Realm-1
杨子藏低头看了眼自己的手，以及手上的火石。
Yang Zicang lowered his head to gaze at his own hand and the flint resting within it.
虽然跟刚进入时一样，但整整十年时间，哪怕是有加速能力，依旧切身经历了近两年的时光。
Though it appeared the same as when he first entered, a full decade had passed—and even with the power of acceleration, he had still lived through nearly two years firsthand.
「虽然这是梦境，但对于其中的你们来说，还是有痛苦有快乐。」
“Though this is a dream, for those within it, there is still pain and joy.”
在离开前，杨子藏想回到几年前最开始遇见的那个小族群，他想看看他们还在不在那里。
Before departing, Yang Zicang wanted to return to the small tribe he first encountered years ago. He wanted to see if they were still there.
[我要进行时间加速，前往半个月以后。]
[I will initiate time acceleration to advance by half a month.]
[我消耗了 15R。]
[I have consumed 15R.]
拄著长矛杖的杨子藏从变得繁茂些的树林中走出。
Yang Zicang, leaning on his long spear-staff, emerged from the now slightly denser forest.
刚下过一场雨，野人们都躲在远处的岩壁凹坑内缕著身上的毛发，或是在一旁用木锤敲打著石块。
It had just rained, and the savages were all huddled in a rocky alcove in the distance, threading through their fur or pounding stones with wooden mallets beside them.
他们在制作相对趁手的岩石工具。
They were crafting relatively handy stone tools.
忽地，这些人此起彼伏的嚷起来，纷纷冲著远处的人影呲牙。
Suddenly, these people erupted in a cacophony of shouts, baring their teeth at a distant figure.
但马上一道声音将他们震慑住。
But instantly, a voice cowed them into silence.
已略微有些老态的魁梧野人站起身来，迟疑地探头看向杨子藏。
A burly savage, already showing signs of age, stood up, hesitantly craning his neck to look at Yang Zicang.
「唔。」
“Mm.”
「唔，唔唔！」
“Mm, mm, mm!”
几只野人吊著手臂半蹲在这直立探头的野人身旁。
A few savages, arms dangling, crouched by the side of this upright, neck-straining savage.
看著那深一片浅一片的毛发，杨子藏脸庞浮现笑意，字正腔圆的道：「小武！」
Beholding the patchwork of hair, both thick and sparse, a smile crept across Yang Zicang’s face as he uttered in clear, well-articulated tones, “Xiao Wu!”
阿武哇地大叫，连滚带爬从坑内跑出来，脚丫子插在淤泥中，脚指缝涌起道道泥浆。
With a startled cry, A-Wu scrambled out of the pit on all fours, his feet plunging into the sludge as rivulets of mud oozed between his toes.
杨子藏含笑看著他跑来蹲在身边。
Yang Zicang watched with a fond smile as the boy scurried over and crouched at his side.
「好久不见，小武。」
“Long time no see, Xiao Wu.”
杨子藏摸了摸他头上油腻的黑发，在此生活两年的杨子藏已经不再嫌弃这些。
Yang Zicang ruffled the greasy, ink-black hair atop A-Wu’s head—after two years in this place, he had long ceased to mind such filth.
有阿武的表率，又有两三名中年或是老年的野人跑来，这些都是当年那只队伍里还活著的人。
Following A-Wu’s lead, two or three middle-aged or elderly savages shuffled over—those were the survivors from that very team years ago.
看著这些变化很大的面孔，哪怕只是梦境，杨子藏内心依旧有些难受。
Gazing upon these faces, so drastically transformed by time, a pang of sorrow still gnawed at Yang Zicang’s heart, even if this was but a dream.
对他们来说，三四十岁就已经很老了，当年十七八岁的硬小伙，如今已经退居二线，在群落里做些磨石摘果的事情。
To them, thirty or forty years marked the threshold of old age; the fierce young lads of seventeen or eighteen had long retreated to the peripheries, now grinding stones and gathering fruit in the tribe.
「对不起，是我的错。」
“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”
阿武当然听不懂他在说什么，只是觉得「无法理解之人」的声音抑扬顿挫，清晰多变，很是神奇。
A-Wu, of course, understood nothing of his words; he simply found the “incomprehensible one’s” voice—rising and falling in rhythm, crisp and multifaceted—utterly fascinating.
阿武故意如猩猩般半蹲著拉起杨子藏的手，想要带他去往旁边。
Affecting a gorilla-like stoop, A-Wu deliberately tugged at Yang Zicang’s hand, eager to lead him somewhere else.
杨子藏疑惑的跟著他而去，众野人也都围在他左右随之前行。 看来阿武依旧还是有些威望。
Yang Zicang followed him with confusion, while the other barbarians clustered around and moved along. It seemed that A-wu still held some authority.
没多久杨子藏来到了堆聚集在一起的树枝堆旁。
Before long, Yang Zicang arrived at a pile of stacked branches.
这堆砌的形状，好像当时自己升的那堆篝火。
The shape of the stack resembled the bonfire he had built earlier.
阿武期待的看著他，用手指指了指自己的嘴，以及身上的烧伤疤痕。
A-wu looked at him expectantly, pointing at his own mouth and the burn scars on his body.
「你们… 好吧。 但这些被雨淋过的木材可点不燃。 跟我来吧，小武。」
“You… fine. But these rain-soaked logs won’t catch fire. Come with me, Xiao-wu.”
接下来半日，杨子藏带著众野人去寻找了相比下较为干燥的木材，在太阳下晒去表面的水泽。
For the next half day, Yang Zicang led the barbarians to search for relatively drier wood, drying the surface moisture under the sun.
又寻了干树枝、干草和被水打湿的草木，他打算接下来用之作生火的对比。 并且杨子藏还用一种类似葫芦的硬果，破开后作为水瓢，从溪畔盛了水来。
He also gathered dry branches, dried grass, and water-drenched vegetation, planning to use them later as a comparison for starting a fire. Yang Zicang also split open a hard fruit resembling a gourd to use as a ladle, scooping water from the stream.
路上，年轻人顺手用弓箭解决了只路过的类似蛮牛的生物，看得众野人头皮发麻。
Along the way, the young man casually took down a passing creature akin to a wild buffalo with his bow and arrows, sending chills down the barbarians’ spines.
众野人再次看他身上那根弯曲「柴火」的时候变得极其畏惧。
When the barbarians looked at the bent “firewood” on him again, they became utterly terrified.
傍晚，新的柴火堆摆好，旁边准备了水，以及另一堆青草。
As evening fell, a new pile of firewood was set up, with water prepared beside it, along with another pile of green grass.
在众野人的好奇目光下，杨子藏从衣兜中掏出火石。
Under the curious gaze of the wild people, Yang Zicang pulled a flint from his pocket.
他蹲下去，先拿出小撮干草放在身前拿火石敲击，四冒的火星吓得众野人哇哇大喊。
He crouched down, first taking a small handful of dry grass, placing it before him, and striking the flint. The scattered sparks made the wild people cry out in alarm.
没几下，这撮干草便燃了起来。
In just a few strikes, the dry grass caught fire.
再次见到火，阿武等小族群的「中老年」野人顿时既欢喜又畏惧得不行。
Seeing fire again, A’wu and the other “middle-aged and elderly” wild people of the small tribe were both overjoyed and deeply fearful.
它很快就烧尽了。
It burned out quickly.
「欸咦？ 呀咦？」众人不解的看著他。
“Eh? Ah? What’s this?” The crowd stared at him, utterly confused.
杨子藏用手比划指著干草与青草的区别，并拿青草作示范，火星四冒却点不燃它，当这次失败后，他又拿干草来点，一下便燃烧了起来。
Gesturing with his hands, Yang Zicang pointed out the difference between dry grass and green grass, then demonstrated with the green grass—sparks flew but it wouldn’t ignite. After this failure, he took the dry grass again, and it burst into flames with a single strike.
「这就叫做‘生火‘，这是‘干‘，这是‘湿‘。」
“This is called ‘starting a fire,‘ this is ‘dry,‘ and this is ‘wet.‘“
杨子藏重复了几次这读音，结果无异于对牛弹琴。
Yang Zicang repeated the sounds several times, but it was like casting pearls before swine.
这小堆火快再次熄灭时，杨子藏往里面丢入了新的柴火，它便再次燃烧起来，一些小野人露出恍然的神色。
Just as the small fire was about to die out again, Yang Zicang tossed in new kindling, and it flared up once more, a look of sudden understanding dawning on some of the younger wild people.
杨子藏又用湿树枝作示范，要好一会儿才会燃。
He then demonstrated with a wet branch—it took a while before it finally caught.
火光映照在众人脸上，阿武沉思的看著它。
The firelight flickered on the faces of the crowd, and A’wu gazed at it in deep thought.
但下一秒，啪地声响。
But in the next second, a crackling sound rang out.
阿武跳到一边，大惊失色的看著杨子藏的动作。
A Wu jumped to the side, utterly horrified as he watched Yang Zicang’s actions.
只见他用水瓢里的清水泼到了火上，这小堆火瞬间被熄灭。
He saw him splash the clean water from the gourd ladle onto the fire, extinguishing the small blaze in an instant.
「啊诶咦？」
“Ah! Eh? Yi?”
杨子藏指了指水，又指了指火，他这才明白，是不是这位存在又发怒了。
Yang Zicang pointed at the water, then at the fire, and it dawned on him: perhaps this being was angry again.
「天色不早了，今晚我们来吃大餐吧。」
“It’s getting late. Tonight, let’s feast.”
被箭矢放倒的野兽当然不可能丢弃，杨子藏从腰间取下半臂长的锋利岩刀，用之将这些东西解剖，看得众野人目瞪口呆。
The beast felled by the arrow couldn’t be left to waste. Yang Zicang took a half-arm-long, sharp rock knife from his waist and skillfully dissected the carcass, leaving the wild men stunned.
他们从未见过如此干净利索就能隔开肉的东西。
They had never seen anything so cleanly slice through flesh.
这神秘存在的身上随便一样都是好宝贝，好些野人露出崇拜目光。
Every single thing on this mysterious being was a valuable treasure, and many savages looked at it with reverence.
夕阳完全沉没，火光噼啪燃烧著。
The setting sun had completely vanished, and the blaze of the bonfire crackled and burned.
黑夜，隐藏无数危机的黑夜，漫长岁月以来的每个夜晚对于众野人来说，都是随时会冒出豺狼虎豹，夺取脆弱生命的危险世界。
The night—a night fraught with countless perils. For these savages, each passing night over the long forgotten years was a dangerous world teeming with sudden attacks from wolves, tigers, and leopards, snatching away their frail lives.
可今晚不一样。
But tonight was different.
火光映照著山壁与远处的树林边缘，烤肉的香味更是让人仿佛开辟了新的大脑区域般，一些路过的野兽瞧见火光立即跑得老远。
The firelight danced across the cliff face and the distant forest’s edge. The aroma of roast meat seemed to carve out new pathways in their primitive minds; any wild beast that caught sight of the flame-wise instantly fled and kept far, far away.
见到火光再现，曾跟随阿武出去的那批野人中，还存世的寥寥几人回忆起当年的恐怖景象，根本不敢再上前。
At the sight of the reappearing flames, the few surviving barbarians who had once followed Awu recalled the terror of that year and dared not approach.
「来吃啊。」 杨子藏指著篝火道。
“Come, eat,” Yang Zicang said, pointing at the bonfire.
后方一个小孩般的猿人藏在老人们身后许久，闻著肉香，吮著手指的他终于鼓足勇气走上前。
Hiding behind the elders for a long time, a childlike ape-man who had been sucking his fingers at the scent of roasted meat finally mustered the courage to step forward.
「这叫火，火。」
“This is—fire, fire.”
「活。」
“Fyre.”
小孩吃力用生涩的口音道。
The child struggled to utter the word in a rough, unnatural accent.
听到这个不太标准的字眼，杨子藏笑著点点头，将手上烤好的一串肉递向那孩子。
Hearing that not-very-standard syllable, Yang Zicang nodded with a smile and handed a skewer of roasted meat toward the child.
阿武咽了口口水看著前方的人。
Awu swallowed hard, watching the crowd before him.
他无时无刻不在怀念当年那一口的地瓜。
In every moment, he longed for that bite of sweet potato from years ago.
在周围数十双蕴含各种情绪的目光中，身材纤细的小男孩咽著口水，迟疑的看著杨子藏举著的手臂，缓慢伸出黢黑小手，将其接过。
Amid dozens of eyes full of mixed emotions, the slender little boy gulped, hesitantly examined Yang Zicang’s outstretched arm, and slowly extended his dark little hand to take it.
小男孩嗅了下，尝试著用牙齿撕下块肉，随后他目光就定住了，仿佛石化般。
The boy sniffed it, tried to tear off a piece of meat with his teeth, and then his gaze froze, as if petrified.
周围的野人们看得紧张无比，两三秒后，这小孩唔嗷一嗓子嚎叫，狼吞虎咽的将烤肉塞进了嘴里。
The surrounding barbarians watched in tense anticipation. Two or three seconds later, the child let out a shriek, devouring the roasted meat wolfishly.
还没嚼完，小孩就目光炯炯、喘著粗气的盯著篝火上其它肉块，眼神仿佛是只锁定目标的小老虎。
Before he had even finished chewing, the child had his eyes fixed intently on the other pieces of meat over the campfire, panting heavily, his gaze like that of a young tiger locking onto its prey.
有了他的示范，更多的人走出，他们吃力的发出「火」这个发音，只要成功的，都得到了杨子藏亲自烤的肉。
Following his lead, more people stepped forward, struggling to utter the sound “fire.” Those who succeeded were rewarded with meat personally roasted by Yang Zicang.
没多久，整个原始族群的众人都跳了起来，仿佛捅了猴窝。 而带来如此「美味」的杨子藏，已经被众人膜拜，他们迫切想要吃到更多这样的东西。
Soon enough, the entire primitive tribe erupted into commotion, as if a monkey nest had been stirred. Yang Zicang, who had brought such “deliciousness,” was now worshipped by all, their yearning for more of this food insatiable.
接下来几天，杨子藏教导著这些人如何生火，以及打磨石刀，以及烤肉。
Over the next few days, Yang Zicang taught these people how to make fire, grind stone knives, and roast meat.
他们已经会用藤蔓作绳索，智商方面并不是不可救药，有人手把手教导，其中一些人终于开始展现出天赋，特别是些小孩，学会了些简单技巧。
They already knew how to use vines as ropes; their intelligence was not beyond hope. With someone guiding them step by step, some of them, especially the children, began to show talent, picking up simple skills.
「以后，这个就给你们了。」
“From now on, this is yours.”
离去前，杨子藏将两块火石放在蹲在前方的阿武毛躁的掌中。
Before leaving, Yang Zicang placed two flints into the rough palm of Awu, who was squatting in front of him.
众野人不可思议的看著这一幕，这个神奇的人居然把能制作「照亮黑夜」的东西给了自己的族人。
The savages stared in disbelief, amazed that this magical being had given their tribesman the ability to create something that “illuminated the darkness.”
「啊呜！」「下啊胡！」「些姆。」「唔武！」
“Ah wqo!” “Xia ah hu!” “Xie mu.” “Wu wu!”
他们学著杨子藏的发音在周围跳唱吼著。
They imitated Yang Zicang’s pronunciation, dancing, singing, and chanting around him.
阿武低头看著手中的石子，他的大脑还未反应来，当他再抬起头时，身前已经失去了那人的踪迹。
Ah Wu lowered his head to look at the stone in his hand, his mind still not yet reacting. When he raised his head again, the figure before him had vanished without a trace.
几年后，杨子藏拄著杖，吊著水壶行走在戈壁沙漠中。
A few years later, Yang Zicang walked through the Gobi Desert, leaning on his staff, with a clay water jug dangling from it.
这陶水壶不是为了自己，而是为了这里的某些人。
This clay water jug was not for himself, but for certain people here.
每当遇到被沙地大蜈蚣追得不知跑到什么地方的人时，他就会为这些因逃命而失去方向的原始人喂上几口壶中清水，补充他们的体力。
Whenever he encountered someone being chased by a giant desert centipede, running they knew not where, he would feed these primitive people who had lost their direction due to their flight a few mouthfuls of clear water from the jug to replenish their strength.
「这里也没有雕像，也没有遗迹。 我是不是真的来错了梦境。」
“There are no statues here, nor any ruins. Have I really come to the wrong dream?”
[我竟然怀疑王庭的实力，太可笑了。]
[How could I have doubted the strength of the royal court? How laughable.]
杨子藏无语的摇摇头。
Yang Zicang shook his head helplessly.
每当自己想要苏醒之时，Moexl就会这样。
Every time he wanted to awaken, this was how Moxel behaved.
「又不让我醒，又不带我去雕像之地。 搞出这么大范围的梦境是来干嘛呢，显示你们的神奇伟力吗？」
“You won’t let me wake up, nor lead me to the lands of the statues. What is the point of conjuring such a vast dreamscape? Is it to showcase your divine marvels?”
杨子藏习惯性的抱怨，不知何时开始，这是他每天都要作的事情。
Yang Zicang complained out of habit. Somehow, this had become his daily routine.
没有回应，他吐了口气坐在烈阳下，看著前方的海市蜃楼。
There was no response. He let out a sigh, sat down under the blazing sun, and stared at the mirage before him.
那里面有著绿洲和溪水的画面。
Amidst it, there was an oasis and the image of a flowing stream.
在这片戈壁沙漠中，类似的幻象多有出现，一般那些方向上都能找到被完全蒸发水分的干尸。
In this Gobi Desert, similar mirages often appear, and in those directions, one usually finds dry corpses drained of all moisture.
谁要信那儿有食物和水，就等著干死吧。
Anyone who believes there is food or water there will just wither and die.
「哈塔！」
“Hatta!”
一道声音从身旁传出。
A voice came from beside him.
杨子藏扭头看去，是个晒得小脸绯红的女孩，她顶著片宽大的绿叶，身上也披著由宽树叶作的简单衣物。
Yang Zicang turned his head and saw a girl with a flushed face from the sun. She was holding a large green leaf over her head, and her body was lightly clothed with simple garments made of broad leaves.
在这样的暴晒下，若是没有东西遮挡身体，会被晒伤的。
Under such scorching sunlight, without something to shield the body, one would get sunburned.
在这里的原始人，大多都会这些技能。
Most of the primitive people here possessed such basic skills.
「是你，居然跟我这么远。」
“It’s you. To think you followed me this far.”
两天前将一个人送回原始人聚落时，见过这个精力旺盛的小家伙。
Two days ago, when he escorted someone back to a primitive settlement, he had met this little bundle of energy.
此刻她扑闪著大眼睛看著杨子藏拄著的木杖，目光在那陶罐水壶上一动不动。
At this moment, she gazed with wide, blinking eyes at the wooden staff Yang Zicang was leaning on, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on the clay pot water vessel hanging from it.
「想要？」
“You want it?”
杨子藏笑著将其取下，晃了晃后递给这孩子。
Yang Zicang smiled as he took it down, shook it a little, and handed it to the child.
「咦？ 阿么？」她指了指自己。
“Eh? For me?” She pointed at herself.
「送给你，小心别搞坏咯喔，它可不经摔。」
“I’m giving it to you. Be careful not to break it, though. It can’t withstand a fall.”
小孩子将绿叶放在一边，拿起沙堆上的水壶抱著晃了下。
The child set her green leaf aside, picked up the water vessel sitting on the sand, and hugged it in her arms, giving it a good shake.