Saturday, February 6, 2016, the day before Chinese New Year's Eve. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, it is almost early spring, and the days are getting warmer day by day, and the whole village of Changcun is preparing for Chinese New Year's Eve and Spring Festival. Changcun is an ancient village, and those two days will be the biggest festival of the year in Changcun.

Teenagers under the age of 20 wear brightly colored sacrificial robes and masks, and follow the village chief through the long village of more than 800 households, worshipping for a while at each temple.

Adults cook at home, waiting for the children to return, like catching the wind and washing the dust, "washing" away the "obscurity" of the year, and "picking" up for the "luck" of the next year.

At night, fireworks will bloom in the sky in their most brilliant beauty. At that time, some people set up their stalls in the village early, like a market, and the annual market in Changcun will be as lively as ever.

It's like a new society, living a different year from the city and the outside world.

I'm a person who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but the festival in Nagamura is very fun, and the sacrificial clothes are also very good-looking, and I can only wear them for two days a year. I haven't been back here in nine years, and I'm still looking forward to tomorrow's Chinese New Year's Eve.

And my mother also bought us a sacrificial garment today, and the six-year-old sacrificial garment has long been unable to wear.

The sacrificial garments of Changcun are made by the people who make them in Changcun, and the sacrificial garments can only be sold in Changcun.

Su Xing, this guy, told me that there was something to do tomorrow night, let me play by myself. Before that, Zhang Tan, Xiang Wen, and Su Su had come to him, but I don't know what they said, because I wasn't at home at the time, and I hadn't seen Zhang Tan and Xiang Wen at this age, let alone what they talked about.

Yes, on February 3rd, Zhang Tan came back from a part-time job.

If Su Xing has something to do tomorrow night, it must be to solve their childhood.

I proposed to follow, but Su Xing said that I should go to the cat temple at the foot of Dushan to solve the mystery of my sudden coma and nonsense that day.

Okay, okay, it's okay to divide the soldiers into two ways.

However, I told Su Xing in advance, Zhang Tan and they really didn't push me down the river, so he must not mess around. Su Xing nodded yes, I felt that he was perfunctory to me, so I threatened him that if he didn't do it, I would tell my parents everything he did to me.

Su Xing just shrugged his shoulders at this, and the birds didn't bird me.

I'm miserable.

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At twelve o'clock in the morning, Chinese New Year's Eve came, and the sound of firecrackers sounded.

At five o'clock in the morning, most of the people in Changcun had already gotten up.

At six o'clock, the sun rises, and the golden glow warms the sun.

At eight o'clock, even Su Xing and I, who had a habit of sleeping lazily, had already gotten up and changed into sacrificial clothes. Su Xing is quite handsome. Needless to say, the beauty of the school flower level is even more glamorous when she wears a red sacrificial dress embroidered with flowers.

At ten o'clock in the morning, my parents put food and wine for my ancestors in front of the "ancestors board", and lit purple incense and red candles. When my father burned the paper, my brother and sister knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Around twelve o'clock in the afternoon, a crisp and pleasant sound of bells was heard. At that time, Su Xing and I had already put on our masks, standing in front of the house, and saw not far away, the old village chief was carrying a bell, muttering something, and came over with more than 20 teenagers, children and more than a dozen middle-aged people, they were holding a red long flag with lines, floating in the wind.

The boys are the protagonists of this sacrifice. The old village chief was the presiding officer, and he shook the bell in his hand every once in a while. Some of the dozen middle-aged people held candles, incense sticks, and some fruits, as waiters, and some of them. According to legend, hundreds of years ago, Changcun used pig blood for sacrifice, and later thought that Chinese New Year's Eve was a festive celebration, so it was replaced by fruit.

The group of about 30 people walked slowly, and every family on the side of the road was already standing there quietly waiting for them to pass. Although there are very few people to worship, there will be villagers quietly watching from the sidelines along the way.

When they came to the door of my house, according to custom, Su Xing and I bowed to the village chief, and the old village chief nodded slightly, and his eyes that were almost covered with wrinkles showed a hint of love.

The old village chief stopped unexpectedly, put away the bell, smiled, and said to me hoarsely: "Wuhui, are you back?" ”

I was stunned, I was wearing a rabbit mask, and I hadn't been back to the village for nine years, so my appearance had changed a long time ago, how could the old village chief recognize me?

Su Xing, who was wearing a lion mask, also looked at me strangely, and then looked at the village chief.

I nodded, not disrespectful to the village chief, and said, "I'm back." ”

"Are you still leaving?" The village chief said kindly.

"I'll leave the day after tomorrow, and I'll go back to school."

"Study hard." The old village chief handed me and Su Xing a long red flag.

I nodded, took it with both hands, and walked to the end of the line with Su Xing.

The other teenagers who participated in the sacrifice looked at us suspiciously. Normally, during the sacrificial procession, the village chief just handed out the flag, and would not stop, let alone speak. But this sacrifice made an exception, so these teenagers had such a reaction.

The bell continued to ring, and the team continued to move forward, holding a one-meter flagpole in our hands and letting the long flag flutter.

A 1.7-meter-tall man wearing a pig's head mask next to me said, "Hey, whose family are you, why would the village chief stop?" "The person who listens to the voice should be very mature, estimated to be between eighteen or nineteen years old, and a little familiar.

"I don't know why the village chief stopped. Has this happened during the sacrifice in the past few years? "Through the mask, I said.

"Don't you know? This is the first time this has happened. Eh, wait, why is your voice so unfamiliar? Little sister, where are you? ”

However, I did not reply, but walked and pondered why the village chief was like this. After thinking about it, the village chief's reaction had no beginning or end, and he really couldn't guess the reason just now.

Then, one afternoon, we marched through the village and bowed down to several temples.

When it was my turn to the cat temple at the foot of Dushan, I reacted, I can actually solve the mystery of talking nonsense at that time now, and I can go with Su Xing to meet Su Su and them at night.

I see, Su Xing just wants to break me up and solve it by himself.

The cat temple at the foot of Dushan is as small as other temples, only three square meters in size, and two meters in height, so that even people can't enter. In the center of the small temple is an old stone sculpture of a cat, and under the sculpture is a stone platform for placing sacrifices.

We knelt neatly, the village chief muttered something, rang the bell once, and we bowed.

During this period, I secretly said to Su Xing behind me: "Brother, help me observe and observe, can you find anything abnormal." ”

"Well, I'm watching."

As a result, when the worship was over, nothing strange happened. We continued the march until the sun was about to set, and it was not really over.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and the soul of the two-tailed cat in my body said that I wanted to go there, but today I went, but I didn't gain anything. What's going on?

ps: These two days of monthly exams, one more forgive me. (To be continued.) )