"Did your grandfather tell you this?" Ai Wen thought to herself, how old are you as a broken child, "emotional things can't be forced", how did he understand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Grandpa, I don't need to say it, I can guess it. Chiffon said matter-of-factly.

"But, you don't live in the village, so don't you play with other children?" Ai Wen felt that living in isolation may be an escape from the world and a peace for Hong's predecessors, but for growing children, after all, there will be a lack of playmates of the same age, and such a childhood will always be a little lonely.

"I have a good friend named Soul Yi, but we always see each other once in a long time, and I occasionally go to the stockade to look for him. "Chiffon Road.

"You and Grandpa live the life of hermits. ”

Chiffon asked, "What is a hermit?"

"Hermit....... It is a person who is free and easy, but asks about the world and lives in seclusion. ”

"I still don't understand, maybe we are hermits, but grandpa is the hero of the stockade. Chi Feng's pride was self-evident, and he continued: "So in the past, many people came to ask grandpa to teach them kung fu every day, but there were too many people to be clean. ”

"Grandpa Hong's kung fu is very good. ”

"Of course. ”

"Tell me about Grandpa's heroic story. Ai Wen pleaded.

"I can't finish that whole day........."

Ai Wen likes chiffon very much, he is very smart, very wise, sensible beyond his age, sometimes what worries Ai Wen is that it is his "sensible" that will make him lose the joy of being a child.

Behind a tall bush, rows of boat-shaped, stacked houses leap into view, and a busy stream of people flows endlessly. Buying, selling, bargaining, and chatting nonsense, different from the days when there were only five people staring at each other, made Ai Wen's eyes light up, and she seemed to breathe the air and the popularity here.

"Chifeng, who is this beautiful woman next to you? Such beautiful, it can't be your daughter-in-law, hehe. The woman at the steamed bun stall said.

Chiffon pushed and said, "Go, go, this is my sister." ”

He skillfully grabbed a bun, and the proprietress scolded with a smile: "Eat without washing your hands." ”

Chiffon smiled earnestly and said, "I'm for my sister." ”

"Where's your grandfather?" the man asked.

"I'm still asleep. ”

"Didn't you drink again last night? ”

"Wine, grandpa drinks it every day, but not every day. Chi Feng said, stuffed the bun into Ai Wen's hand, and said, "There are many people who like grandpa, and they often like to ask about grandpa from me." ”

Ai Wen smiled and said, "It seems that Senior Hong is a heartthrob. ”

"No, it's just that Grandpa doesn't like them very much. His proud little luck rippled on his face, and it seemed that he had met him as Hong Yifei's grandson, and many people would like him when he grew up, such a future.

"Then your grandfather, what kind of girl do you like?" Ai Wen asked curiously.

Chifeng didn't think about it, and said, "Of course it's my grandmother's like that." ”

"Have you seen your grandmother?"

"Nope. Chiffon replied: "But I heard my grandfather talk about it a few times, and he said that grandma is the most beautiful woman in the world, just like the feeling of the left-wing sister in Chifeng's heart." ”

"Little ghost. ”

Chi Feng suddenly pulled Ai Wen to his side and said in a low voice: "Sister Zuoyi, you can give me some face in a while, don't call me a little ghost, okay?"

"Okay. I promise you. ”

Chiffon just counted his fingers and muttered to himself, "Well, that's right, it's today." “

"What's wrong? what's today?" Ai Wen wondered.

"Sister Zuo, we are here at the right time today, and today we are going to choose the boy of 'Mrs. Zu' in the village. ”

"What do you mean by Madame Zu's seated boy?"

"This is the most important festival of the year in the village, called the 'Dancing Spirit Festival', on this day everyone will gather together, and then the dancer of the village will choose a person as the 'Zu Lady' seat boy among the many people in the village. ”

"Is Mrs. Zu from the stockade?" Ai Wen asked.

"Of course, but in the past, 'Madame Zu' has passed away for a long time. I heard that a long time ago, there were foreign enemies who came to attack the stockade, burning, killing, plundering, and doing all kinds of evil. The people in the village can hardly live a normal life. Seeing this situation, Mrs. Zu was furious, so she organized everyone to resist the persecution, and led the people in the stockade to resist the strong enemy, bravely killed the enemy, and finally drove the enemy out of the stockade and did not dare to commit it again. Therefore, in order to commemorate this great ancestor, every year on the birthday of Mrs. Zu, everyone will be organized to hold a feast to celebrate Mrs. Zu's birthday, which is the Dance Spirit Festival. ”

"Oh . . . What does that boy mean?"

"Well, in fact, it is to select the descendants who can abbot the Dance Spirit Festival from the clan, generation after generation. Chiffon took the trouble to explain every question that Ai Wen raised.

As they spoke, Ai Wen and Chiffon heard the sound of drums at the same time, and the crowd was boiling.

"Here we go, Sister Left, here, let's go. ”

Ai Wen followed this chiffle to the crowd of onlookers, he scurried into the crowd, like a nimble little fish in the sea of people freely, Ai Wen followed him closely, and soon squeezed close to the stage.

"What are they doing?" Ai Wen saw that on both sides of the stage, which was about 6 meters long, there were several flags, fluttering in the wind, and the patterns on the chess pieces, Ai Wen didn't understand at all, like a text, and like a painting of the sun and people entangled. Under the banner of each tree stood a person, their expression not sad or happy, unremarkable. Closer to the stage, there was a fire altar on each of the two pillars, but there was no fire, and in broad daylight, there was no need for it.

The dark purple stage, as well as the pink-purple stage background, are also painted with totems as incomprehensible as the flag.

There are two drummers on either side of the stage, with a red scarf tied to their foreheads, and in the middle of the stage, a man with a totem mask, dressed in a heavy bizarre costume, holds a strange tool in his hand, like two daggers spliced together, wearing many rings in the middle, interlocking, with the rhythmic swing of the mask person's hand, making a regular and crisp sound.

At this time, I saw two people put a small sedan chair on the stage, the sedan chair could not sit on people, only about fifty centimeters high, Ai Wen looked carefully, and found that there was a stone statue in the small sedan chair, and vaguely saw that the side face of the stone statue was like a woman, with long hair. (To be continued.) )