Located in the ancient northern Laos, it still houses a primitive human civilization. Its name is Fengshali.

On a mountain that is more handsome than the clouds, in the clouds that are more extended than the mountains, the ancient mountain village follows the slash-and-burn farmland. The straightforward and warm Aka people believe that everything has spirits.

It is not easy to go to Fengshali, although from the map, it only exists outside the border south of the colorful clouds. However, when you want to get close to it, you will find that there are countless mountains and ridges between you. The process of industrialization and modern civilization are also isolated from the universe by them.

On the road, I met a few explorers from France. Before sunrise, I found the entrance to Tianshan along the road map drawn by the hotel owner for everyone, and walked into the jungle where I couldn't see my fingers. You will be willing to hear the friction between the soles of your shoes and the fallen leaves. In the boundless darkness, that may be the only perception of the objective world. Try to move upwards and don't look back, so as not to be swallowed by loneliness and fear.

The climbing journey was painful and happy. Along the way, the guide introduced various plants to everyone. At first, Johnson was still very excited, but later, all the doubts were left to tell him that he would persist and come soon.

Four hours later, he stopped beside a big rock. The guide used tricks to take out lunch from the bag, then went to the side to chop a banana leaf as a plate, took a sucking each food, recited it in his mouth and then spread it to the earth: they       fyir   the       spirit.

Until you see a statue of Buddha on the top of the mountain at dawn, your fear will suddenly disappear. When you look up at its smiling face under the glimmer of light, you may understand why people need it and rely on it.

The houses in the town were just covered with the first ray of sunshine in the morning, and clouds rushed up from the valley and covered the entire town with a thick white quilt. I don’t know if the clouds were playing with the roof or it was racing against the sun.

Located on a mountain with an altitude of 1,700 meters, as the temperature rises, the clouds slowly disperse, the continuous mountains reveal the outline of its top, and the town also reveals its true appearance.

The waves in Yungu are still surging. Starting from the Fengshali Town Highlands and heading to any direction is like driving into the sea and heading to the depths of the sea to explore the mystery of the sea.

There are many mountain villages scattered around them, hiding deep in the mountains, and there is still no road to drive to connect with the outside world. These villages are called isolated homes. If it were several years ago, such words would have no selling point for the Chinese people. However, in today's industrialization, it is probably not just a road from a city to a countryside, but two eras with completely different ways of existence.

The first section of the road is a waterway. A lonely boat, several benches, a side of quiet water, and a few stacks of onion mountains. Johnson looked blankly at the blue sky in the water, staying silent and enjoying intoxication. Suddenly, he remembered that before many religious rituals, people needed to bathe. Perhaps water not only cleanses people's bodies, but also calms people's minds.

After about half an hour's journey, the boat landed. The road ahead finally had to rely on its own steps. The first section of the road was flat and wide, just uphill, without any cover. A three-hour trek requires sufficient physical fitness and continuous struggle against the noon summer heat.

When I met a few centipedes and earthworms, I could hardly see people along the way. When I smelled a trace of fireworks on earth, I had already arrived at the first small mountain village on the way.

The middle-aged woman and a little girl on the road at the entrance of the village ran away quickly when they saw us?

The village is located on a relatively flat plot on the mountain, with about dozens of families. From the clothes, it can be seen that they are the mysterious Aka people.

Although the Lao flag is hung on the house in the middle of the village, it is difficult for you to associate it with the typical countryside, let alone those out of reach cities.

There are only more than one hundred people in the village, and the largest house is the family of the patriarch. The village lives almost self-sufficiently, and all food is grown by oneself. Even oil is extracted from a plant that it grows itself.

The Aka tribe has many different branches, and the Aka tribe whom the guide comes from is the same as this branch. For every family, buffaloes are an important property. Each house is hung up like the Dai tribe. People live upstairs, and buffaloes are fenced downstairs to keep buffaloes in captivity. They will also store the original tools for processing and harvested rice and stone mills for grinding cornmeal on the first floor.

When visiting a family, the atmosphere seemed a little nervous. In this isolated village, the villagers may not be used to getting along with the outside world. Fortunately, the French girl Judy is a sister with great communication skills and love, so her image in the eyes of the children soon turned from an intruder to a friend.

The sun was about to set, and I visited the village for a while. In the more than a dozen thatched houses halfway up the mountain, the cute little heads of the children were always quietly exposed. Finally, a cheerful girl opened her silent and said to us in body language: Come with me and take you to the hillside to watch the sunset.

After climbing the small hill behind the mountain, other children followed us quietly. They were no longer afraid of us, but they still seemed a little shy.

The sunset blurs you and me. At this moment, we can't tell each other, and there is no need for language between us.

Life on the mountains is simple and boring, monotonous and barren. People are filled with endless work all day long. The place where they spend the night is a family in the neighboring village. Of course, the so-called neighbor here still needs to walk the mountain road for more than an hour in the dark, until they hear the gurgling sound of the stream, they feel at ease.

The first time I take a bath in the river, don’t worry about exposing you. You can’t see anything except the stars. When washing away the dust of the day, what you are most unaccustomed to is not the cold river water, but the one you look up at is not the ceiling of the bathhouse, but the stars hanging in the night sky full of the sky.

There was no electricity in the village, and it was all night long. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the house and bed where I slept yesterday.

The older children went to school, and the remaining children played carefreely in the village. There was a small house with a fence on the hill next to it, which was the only school here.

I went to the classroom to communicate with the students for a while, and saw the children's innocent eyes and desire for the future, and felt that their eyes were wet.

I realized that all the assumptions of the previous place of life have been reset to zero here. We, who are already accustomed to the rhythm of Laos, are no longer surprised by these unexpected surprises.

After the two-day hike, everyone said goodbye in the moonlight. There were still many stars in the sky, but without the care of darkness, the night sky was no longer so dazzling.
Chapter completed!