On the night my grandfather warned me, I had a dream.

I dreamed that I was standing on the edge of a cliff and that I would fall if I took a step forward. I wanted to turn around, but I couldn't turn around, and it seemed that I could only move forward. I timidly glanced at the bottom of the cliff, which was so high that I would be crushed if I fell. But at the bottom of the cliff is Thrush Village. When I look down from this height, I can see the whole picture of Thrush Village. The tall and low houses looked smaller than matchboxes at this time, and a shiny old silver river was placed in front of the village. The road is as wide and thin as a shoelace, and people walk on it like ants. I couldn't see the faces of the ants, I couldn't tell who they were, I didn't know if there was my grandfather inside. If I could see my grandfather, I wouldn't be so scared and flustered.

I hesitated to jump.

At this moment, I saw a flower growing less than three feet below the cliff. If you look closely, it turns out to be the moon season, which is almost exactly the same as the moon season I raised before.

How did it get here? I thought in my dream.

But I can't reach it at this point. I closed my eyes and prepared to jump from here.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A familiar voice rang in my ears. The voice was also very familiar, it was the voice of a spore ghost.

I hurriedly opened my eyes, and I saw her prostrate in the place where the moon had just been. The moon flower is gone.

"Aren't you leaving?" I asked, a hint of joy in my heart.

She slowly climbed up from below like a gecko. I feared that her hand would loosen and fall from such a high altitude to the thrush village below.

"I've been near you all the time and haven't gone far." Spore Ghost said.

I noticed that she looked better than the last time she left.

She climbed to my place, grabbed my shoulders with both hands, and said, "You lie down." ”

I said, "It's so small here, how do you tell me to lie down?" ”

She smiled and said, "You're lying down right now." ”

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, I felt my body fall backwards. Strangely, the surrounding scenery remained motionless. But when I looked further down, the thrush village was gone, and I saw a starry sky. I'm already lying down. She pressed down on top of me and left me breathless.

Her long hair hung down on my face, tickling and indescribably comfortable.

Maybe it was one of the hairs that got into my nostrils and made me feel the urge to sneeze.

She seemed to see my discomfort and said, "If you want to fight, just hit it." ”

I immediately couldn't help but sneeze. The sneeze was so hard that it smelled of blood in my throat, as if it was about to break my throat.

After a sneeze, I woke up and realized it was a dream.

The next day, I went to Thrush Village again and told my grandfather about my dream.

After hearing this, Grandpa pinched his fingers and calculated, a smile stretched on his wrinkled face, and said inexplicably: "Those who should come will come, and those who should go will also go." You don't have to worry. ”

I should have thought that whether that dream portrayed good or bad, my grandfather would tell me in a very gentle way. He doesn't make me worry or scare about it. But at that time, I thought that since my grandfather said that there was no need to worry, then I should not take it to heart, so I ignored this absurd dream.

Time at home flies. When I was working in Beijing, it seemed like a long wait from clocking in to work and leaving work. And at home in a blink of an eye, several days passed. After the Chinese New Year's Eve, which burned all night, the first day of the new year when I went to every house to pay homage to the New Year, the second day of the first year when I went to the grave mountain to worship my ancestors, and then the third and fourth days of the fourth day of the fifth year when relatives invited each other, the atmosphere of the New Year suddenly became cold.

Many people are busy going out on the sixth day of the new year to go to their respective places of work, and there are only some elderly women and school-going children left in the countryside.

I took a few extra days off to stay at home for a few more days. It was in these extra days that I met another amazing person.

The people left in the countryside may be to liven up the atmosphere, or maybe just to make some money, form a team of threes and threes, two people dance lion, one plays drums, one beats gongs, and goes door to door to sing. The so-called singing color is nothing more than to say some flattering words, praise the children in the family for being smart, talk about this year's crop harvest, talk about the excellent feng shui of the house, and make a fortune and be healthy. The lion danced, the color also sang, and a few people waited for the head of the household to give the money.

There are also rhinoceros dancers, and there are dragon dances.

The dragon dance requires more people, a dragon has at least eight sections, and eight people need to be lifted underneath, plus drums, gongs and singing, at least ten people. In this case, the head of the household will give more money to the dragon dance, after all, so many people are in a big position.

But if there are too many such dragons, the head of the household will also complain a little.

Therefore, this dragon is also known as the "begging dragon".

Whether it is a lion dance, a rhinoceros dance, or a dragon dance, if there is less, it will be popular, and once there are more, it will be disgusted.

There is only one that will not be disgusted, and it is "playing with stories". That amazing person is one of the "playing stories". His unusual approach to "playing with stories" caught my attention.

"Playing with stories" actually includes dragon and lion dances. There are at least two dragons, one is performing at home, and the other is still going from house to house like a rice dragon to beg for money. The lion is sometimes two and sometimes one, the lion can't go door-to-door to ask for money, and the gameplay is much more complicated than the gameplay of three or two, to jump the table, to jump on the bench, to roll, to play vividly, and even to scare children into crying. In addition to dragon and lion dances, there are also colorful boats and clam shell playing. Or how about it "playing with the story".

However, because "playing the story" requires many people and a large number of props, it has almost disappeared in recent years. People are getting lazier and don't want to expend so much energy.

So I didn't expect to encounter "playing stories" this New Year.

That amazing man is one of them who plays with mussel shells. His gameplay was a surprise to all eyes on.

The team of "Playing Stories" came to Changshan Village on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. On the morning of the eighth day of the new year, my mother learned that the storyteller would come, so she hurriedly picked up my grandfather. Grandpa hadn't seen a play story in years. In the past few years, he has been reading and playing stories in his old age. In his time, it was not the Chinese New Year if there was no story, and even the two villages compared each other to see which village had the best lion dance, which village had the most majestic dragon dance, which woman rowed the most moving boat, and which man who played with clam shells was the most funny.

Grandpa used to say that when he was young, two people could step on a narrow bench and dance lions. He danced the lion's head, and the late iron old man danced the lion's tail, so not majestic.

"Others usually dance at the Eight Immortals Table, that place is big. Except for me and the Iron Old Man, no one can dance a lion on the bench. "Every year when Grandpa saw a lone lion rolling in the hall and begging for money, he would say this to me.