At the beginning of late spring, Summer City was already busy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Looking forward to the spring breeze, naturally the best spring cannot be wasted, and the smell of earth has been enveloping the surroundings of Summer City since February. It wasn't until the day of the festival "Huaizi Festival" that the city stopped being busy and rested for a day.

With the close exchange of Echeng, the people of Xiacheng also know that the third day of the first month of March is the Huaizi Festival of Echeng and those tribes in the lower reaches of the Caohe River.

The festival of conceived children, obviously, is a festival about having children and mating. It is said that this is the birthday of the ancestor of the tribes in the lower reaches of the Cao River, who gave birth to more than 40 children, and actually supported them all, and eventually developed into dozens of tribes.

To this day, the tribes that came out of the banks of the great river still worship the pottery statue of this old grandmother, with exaggerated buttocks and breasts, thick thighs and exposed breastfeeding, which is a festival left over from the primitive fertility worship.

At that time, there was no calendar, but the legend says that the old grandmother was born when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and after having the calendar, she chose the third day of March when the peach blossoms were in full bloom on both sides of the river as the Pregnancy Festival.

It was about after those tribes began to burn and plant, and there was another custom on the Huaizi Festival, that is, no fire could be lit on this day.

On the third day of March, corn is about to be planted, and although the fire brings light and warmth to the tribesmen, it is easy to burn down the village and bring disaster in the spring.

Or maybe it was a long time ago on a certain Huaizi Festival, the tribes on both sides of the river lit a fire when they were singing songs, so there is such a custom, but it doesn't matter, no matter what, the result is the same, and the custom has become a link in the cultural circle on both sides of the river.

Since Jian Chen was determined to integrate into the cultural circle that already existed, he also learned these customs from distant cities.

On this day, both men and women will go outing, pick herbs, bathe in the river, and sing love songs in the wild.

Two years ago, the various tribes were also in the mountains at this time, and this custom was easily accepted, and men and women who had held it all winter walked to the river, picked up the cool water, washed their clothes, and jumped into the river to frolick.

"Green grass river, green grass river, green water and no sandbar in spring. Young men and girls, fragrant orchid grass in hand. The girl said, "Go swimming!" The young man said, "I have already swam it; Why don't you go play again? The two walked to the Qingcao River, laughing and saying ......"

Songs like this kind of rejection and welcome drift on the beach with the current, splashing water and playing in the south will wet the clothes, but the body is very hot, the flush on the face is as good as the spring cold, sometimes the heat is tight, it will ignite a different kind of fire.

The word "rejoicing with the people" itself has a very strong sense of class. With the current political system and leader system of Xia City, Chen Jian can't afford to be happy with the people, and he is just a special people, so he enjoys such a festival very much.

Holding the hand of the red fish and walking on the river beach, the two of them would occasionally quarrel a few words, but their hands never let go, the river flooded the straw sandals, watching a pair of clansmen drill into the woods, and simply rowed to the Luo Island in the middle of the river.

However, before they could set foot on the beach in the middle of the river, they heard intermittent wheezing, and the two of them lost interest, and sat on the boat and stared at each other, and couldn't help laughing.

Early in the morning, I ate a bowl of corn porridge left over from yesterday, and I couldn't make a fire today, and I was hungry all the way, so I didn't have the heart to disturb the pairs of people who were busy, and quietly went around to the top of Luoshan from a distance, and sat there basking in the sun.

Chen Jian was lying on the side of Hongyu's lap, Hongyu took a small wooden stick and was plucking out Chen Jian's ears, and said angrily from time to time: "Don't move, I'll deaf you, Yu Qian'er has to eat me." ”

After plucking out his ears, Hongyu combed Chen Jian's hair, listened to the laughter passing through the turbulence on the river beach in the distance, looked at a few children running there from a distance, and sighed involuntarily.

"Ken, I'm not pregnant yet."

"I know. Didn't you just come to that a few days ago? ”

"Yes, I've slept with you for half a year, do you think it's your problem or mine?"

"I don't know."

"Or ...... Do you find a woman who has given birth to a child? If she can give birth, it's my problem. ”

"Why don't you try to find a guy who has had a baby? Why did you let me go? ”

"Then I'm really looking for it......"

Knowing that Jian Chen was deliberately teasing her, he twisted Jian Chen's ears fiercely, but there was some indescribable feeling in his heart.

Chen Jian didn't know whose problem it was, he was afraid that Hongyu would think too much, so he deliberately said something inconsequential to relieve the other party.

Jian Chen did not get angry because of that incident, on the contrary, he liked this cunning woman even more, no longer just because of desire.

Hongyu was distracted by Chen Jian's nonsense, and reached out to touch a cloth bag that Chen Jian was carrying, she looked all the way, she didn't know what it was, and she was very curious.

As soon as his hand reached over, it was opened by Jian Chen, and the red fish snorted, looked at Jian Chen, who was half-closed, and bit him on the chest.

Jian Chen sat up, took the cloth bag, and said with a smile: "Guess what's in it?" ”

"How do I know? You have so many weird things, who knows what? ”

"Well, I didn't want to do this, but the last time you did it with the women at the city convention, I was afraid that one day you would run away, anyway, you didn't want to be a windmill that spun with the wind, and lived without me. Then I want to sleep with you, I have to please you, I wanted to show you after sleeping on Luo Island with you, but the clansmen are the first to climb, and we can't let everyone watch on the top of the mountain......"

Redfish giggled, and said in his heart that I didn't say that because I would leave you one day, you have the tooth marks I left on you, you are mine, and I am yours, but I just don't say it.

The two of them stopped talking, lying side by side on the stones warmed by the spring sun, Hongyu felt a little cold, closed his eyes and habitually drilled into Chen Jian's arms, but he drilled into the air, opened his eyes and found that Chen Jian was looking at himself with a smile with one hand, his heart was flustered, his face was red, and he whispered: "Why don't we go somewhere else." ”

Jian Chen shook his head and said, "I don't want to leave." You close your eyes. ”

Hongyu turned around, one hand covered his eyes, the sun shined through the palm of his hand in the eyes of the flesh red, closed his eyes, but his heart was a little hairy, always worried and hoping that Chen Jian's hand would be broken, straightened up, and did not dare to move.

After waiting for a long time, only the spring breeze blew on his face, and a slender thread suddenly appeared in his free hand, and then the thread pulled slightly.

Feeling a little strange, she quietly opened a slit in the finger covering her eyes, and saw a huge colored fish flying over her head, the strange fish with two tails behind it, a thin twine sticking out of the fish's belly, and the other end of the thread wrapped around her fingers.

Fish flew into the sky?

Her eyes widened, and Jian Chen's hand had reached over and pulled her up, and a ball of tangled thread was in Jian Chen's hand.

"Lift your finger and let it fly higher."

Jian Chen chuckled, and the red fish felt the taut thread in his hand and let go, and the ochre-red fish that flew to the sky immediately jumped upward, as if to jump onto the clouds.

Only then did the red fish see that it was not a fish, but just a mass of silk cloth from Echeng, which was actually a huge diamond-shaped, with a reed rod fixed into a cross underneath, and three thin threads twisted into one where the reeds met.

A fish was drawn with ochre on the diamond-shaped silk cloth, and no matter how the fish flew, it couldn't get around the line in Chen Jian's hand, and with a slight shake, it flew higher, with its long tail swaying in the wind.

It is a simple small kite, made of diamond-shaped silk cloth and reeds, with a slightly forward center of gravity, taking advantage of the wind on the top of the mountain, one person can make it fly very high.

This is a small toy that Chen Jian spent half a day making, compared to the busyness of the whole city, he felt that the half day was worth it, because the red fish looked up at the kite flying in the air and smiled.

At least for the moment, he felt that he was enjoying life, enjoying the feelings that a person should have, not just a builder of a city.

He is trying to let himself feel life, forget his immortal fate, and every time he lives, he should enjoy life without regrets, instead of being like a mechanical puppet.

The red fish was surprised, covering his heart, which was slightly sour and sweet, ran over and stretched out his hand to take the ball of thread in Jian Chen's hand, and kept shaking like Jian Chen, making the fish fly higher.

"It's not a windmill, it's called a kite, like this kite?"

Faced with Jian Chen's question, Hongyu clenched the thread in his hand and did not answer, but asked, "How high can this kite fly?" ”

"As tall as a line."

"Let go of your hand, can it fly to the clouds?"

"It's going to fall to the ground. Look at the cloud, even if it flies on the cloud, one end of the line is still in your hand. Isn't it home to the boundless sky, like kites? ”

The red fish returned the ball of thread to Jian Chen's hands, clasped his hands around his mouth, stood on a high stone, and shouted to the sky: "I like it!" I love this kite! I've always loved it, and I've never thought of flying on the clouds, and you can't let go, or it'll fly away and you'll never find it again. ”

"Then why don't you like windmills?"

"The destination of the windmill is the wind, but one end of the kite is in your hand, that is, there is no wind, the kite can't fly, and it can sleep in the palm of your hand."

The two men looked up at the kite in the sky, giggled like a child, and released the last ball of thread in their hands, tying the end of the thread to the stone at the top of the mountain.

Redfish picked up a sharp stone and carved a few lines on the stone tied to the thread, which seemed to be two people, holding hands.

The figure drawn by the two lines is not standing, but lying flat, and a bulging grave bag is drawn on top of the two line figures...... (To be continued.) )