After dinner, there is the famous cauldron.

He Wan'er, who played in the afternoon, smiled politely and politely when the boys and girls invited her to dance, and pointed to his legs: "I froze my legs last night, it's not very convenient, you can dance." ”

Probably because of the wine, Mo Chunshan's originally deep and cold eyes were extremely bright at this time, he glanced at her unexpectedly and asked, "Lame?"

He Guan'er pretended not to hear, and looked at the Guozhuang team gathered not far away, quietly like a well-fed cat.

Anyway, she won't jump anyway.

"Hehe, I won't let you appreciate my graceful dancing!"

still couldn't help but say a word to him, and secretly rolled his eyes in the direction of Mo Chunshan, and continued to look at his nose and heart.

A bonfire was lit in the middle of the meadow, the music was deafening, and the pot village danced in full swing, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

Although He Wan'er was still sitting at the table, his heart had already flown away, and he kept looking towards the bonfire, his neck stretched out, and his hands subconsciously beat to the music.

Mo Chunshan saw her restless appearance in his eyes, took a sip of butter tea, and said slowly: "You drink less coffee." ”

"What?" He Wan'er obviously didn't understand.

"Normal people will refresh themselves when they drink coffee, but ADHD patients will feel sleepy after drinking coffee, I see that you are distracted, too active, and weak self-control, consider going for a check-up?"

He Wan'er: "......"

What kind of ADHD, isn't it ADHD? Mo Chunshan turned around and cursed again, why is this mouth so annoying? Can you borrow someone's tool to nail him up?

He Guan'er knew that he couldn't talk about him, and he didn't dare to argue, so he endured it and endured it, and finally glared at him hatefully, got up and picked up his camera, which had not been charged for a few minutes, and squeezed into the crowd.

Mo Chunshan looked at her and no longer hid the smile on the corner of his lips.

The bonfire was blazing, and the atmosphere became more enthusiastic, and Lazhen, a girl who had played with her in the afternoon and was almost as tall as her, came out of the tent with a set of clothes she had saved and let He Wan'er try it.

This dress is their dress, rich and heavy, He Wan'er can't take his eyes off it.

She had no resistance at all, and changed into a robe and leather boots, and wore strings of red agate, and although she did not have time to braid her hair like Rajan, she also wore a headdress full of dzi and turquoise, and a fine silver tassel on her forehead, which was extraordinarily exquisite.

"Beautiful!

Lazhen pulled He Wan'er to show off everywhere, it seemed that He Wan'er was dressed beautifully, and she was more proud than she wore it herself.

He Wan'er was also happy in his heart, shook his long water sleeves, and finally couldn't help but pull Zhen's kind invitation, and jumped up with the team.

Uncle Wangdui looked at her extremely uncoordinated dance steps, and laughed, not to laugh at her, but to say, "Is this right, just be happy." ”

After speaking, he came over to pull Mo Chunshan again: "Young man, together." ”

Mo Chunshan naturally refused, euphemistically rejected the uncle's kindness, and smiled politely and modestly.

He Wan'er happened to pass by him, and when he saw his calm expression, he suddenly remembered the new hatred and old hatred, and he was angry.

She couldn't help but say more: "Hypocrisy!"

Mo Chunshan heard it clearly, looking at the messy dance steps under her feet, her dark eyes smiled faintly: "Graceful dancing, can you stand firm?"

Facing Mo Chunshan's dark and smiling eyes, He Waner was angry.

She can't be blamed either, the motor cells are developed, and the art cells are dead. I heard that when I was a child, I was still the backbone of the school's literature and art, but after a car accident, I became a weak chicken in literature and art who couldn't dance and sing.

Usually she knows how to hide clumsy, but this time after the catastrophe in the snow, after drinking, and being infected by Uncle Wangdui's warmth and hospitality, she couldn't help but be unrestrained, but she forgot that there were Mo Chunshan onlookers.

Really, he's everywhere!

He Wan'er had already drunk wine, but at this time, his interest was high, and he was splashed with cold water by Mo Chunshan, and his brain fever went back for a while.

"I can stand up, but Mr. Mo, you have drunk so much, this place is full of potholes, don't stand still and fall and get half of your body unsuccessful. ”

Mo Chunshan smiled faintly: "I'm sorry, the fortune teller said that I only have a big hurdle when I am one hundred and twenty years old, and I don't care about the usual hurdles." ”

"One hundred and twenty years old?" He Wan'er said twice, "Isn't it what happened to your piece of land?" It seems that the Earthquake Bureau will be able to recruit fortune tellers in the future. ”

It took Mo Chunshan a few seconds to understand the meaning of her words, and his face changed significantly.

He Wan'er snorted triumphantly, turned around and joined the carnival crowd again, leaving him with the back of his head.

Mo Chunshan stood in place, his eyes on the tall back of the crowd in front of him, and the corners of his mouth gradually raised.

The national costume here, with a large placket, wide waist, and long sleeves, her already slender waist is more graceful, her back is straight, and her thick hair hangs down to her waist and flutters in the wind.

It's really bad to jump, not only with the same hands and feet, but also often in the opposite direction of the team, several times I didn't keep up with the rhythm of others and almost fell, but I also relied on the coordination ability trained the day after tomorrow, barely standing firm.

This woman, stubborn and rude, really doesn't match her name at all.

However, this character is really a bit like the tenacious saltgrass growing in the Gobi, gray-green and inconspicuous, but vigorous, and can secretly climb the entire foot of the mountain in one summer.

Thinking of the name that had long since passed away for no reason, Mo Chunshan's eyes tightened, the faint smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, but his heartbeat became faster and faster.

He shook his head a little drowsy, and understood that it was the barley wine he drank just now that had come up, and fortunately, he could still hold on to the low content of those wines.

It's just that because of the effect of alcohol, the world in front of him seems to be blurred, and the tall figure that makes him involuntarily fall on it,

Mo Chunshan looked at He Wan'er's side face in the firelight drawing, and only felt that the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it, especially when she laughed.

I don't have the impression that Xiaocao smiled much, but whenever she smiled shyly at him, her eyes seemed to be filled with stars, bright and dazzling.

He only felt a blur, the two shadows in reality and memory were about to coincide, but suddenly he heard a thick and long singing voice in his ears.

The one who sang was one person first, and then a dozen or so people sang a ballad that Mo Chunshan had never heard before, and after a while, the people around them all started singing, and the music of the pot village also stopped.

The noisy and boiling grassland just now was suddenly immersed in the long and beautiful shallow singing and chanting of everyone, without accompaniment, but with its own natural and harmonious rhyme.

Mo Chunshan unconsciously listened to his mind, and inadvertently turned his head, but found that He Wan'er, who was a few meters away, was also humming this tune with the people in the village, as if he could sing it a long time ago.

A few minutes later, when it was over, the music of the pot village sounded again, but He Wan'er withdrew from the big team, and his expression was not as excited as before.

Uncle Wangdui was already half drunk, and walked up to grab He Wan'er: "Little fairy, this is an ancient song that has been circulated in our village for hundreds of years, how can you sing it?"

He Wan'er stuck out his tongue: "I listen to my dad sing a lot." ”

"Your dad?" Uncle Wangdui was surprised, "how could your dad?"

He Wan'er pursed his lips and replied proudly and happily: "My father was born in the Nine Whiskers Sea. ”

Uncle Wangdui was even more surprised: "What's the matter? I know all the people in this village, who is your father?"

"He Shaoyang," Speaking of her father's name, her starry eyes dimmed a little, but she regained her vigor in an instant, "Uncle Wangdui is impressed?"

"It's him! I remember, I remember. Uncle Wangdui patted his thigh, "Back then, we came here with two cadres from Tibet, one surnamed He and the other surnamed Shao, who lived on the edge of our village for more than three years and taught us how to grow barley and treat our livestock. One winter, the two of them went up the mountain and encountered an avalanche and were buried in the mountain, but no one has been found. I remember that their child was named He Shaoyang, and he was later picked up by the county. ”

"That's right!" He Wan'er nodded vigorously, "That's my dad, it was my grandparents who died in the line of duty, my dad went to primary school in the county, and then went to middle school in the state, and later became a policeman." ”

Uncle Wangdui nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, your father used to come back to see us often, but now it's good, he hasn't come back for many years." Is he okay? With a beautiful girl like you, he must have a beautiful wife, right?"

He Wan'er pursed his lips and smiled, and nodded: "Well, my mother is indeed very beautiful." ”

Mo Chunshan, who was a few meters away, frowned slightly.

He still remembered that Meng Qianyang said that He Guan'er's father had passed away for ten years, and at this time she replied evasively, obviously not wanting to inform this group of old people about her father's death.

Uncle Wangdui is still reminiscing about the past: "I remember the last time I came back, Shao Yang said that he was an anti-narcotics policeman in Nanjiang, and the task was very heavy. ”

"Uncle, I'm afraid you're mistaken," He Wan'er corrected him with a smile, "My dad is not an anti-narcotics policeman, he has always been a criminal policeman, and he has never served in Nanjiang." ”

"Really?" Uncle Wangdui yawned as soon as he got drunk, "People are old and have a bad memory." Little fairy, even if your dad doesn't come, you'll have to stay here for a few more days. In a few days, there will be a phone signal here, you can call your dad, and I will have to talk to him. ”

"Hmm! play a few more days!" He Wan'er nodded vigorously, his voice was very cheerful, but Mo Chunshan noticed that there seemed to be a little bit of water flashing in her eyes.

He was silent, and his eyes, which were still a little drunk just now, became brighter and more sober at this time.

He should have drunk too much just now, or how could he think of He Wan'er, who was close at hand, as her who had already returned to the dust?

Of course it can't be her, isn't that something that's been determined for a long time?

He quietly turned around and paced slowly in the opposite direction of the campfire. The hustle and bustle behind him grew farther and farther away, and the night in front of him was dark, gradually passing over his lonely back.

Only the half-round solitary moon above the head, the color is cold and white, and there is a star on the tip of the moon, half light and half dark, as if it is about to go out.