Chapter Twenty-Nine: Swinging with the Song
We rested for a while and then prepared to set off, but it was already dark, and only a ray of sunset was still hanging on the distant mountain. I heard Ling Xin say that the party is basically once a week, that is, everyone gets together, has a picnic and barbecue together, and someone performs a few shows to cheer up. We went to Miss Yin's house first, she doesn't usually go to this kind of activity herself, and only goes back when someone looks for her. After a while, Miss Yin picked out a beautiful light blue cotton jacket from the wardrobe and put it on her body, turned around happily and asked us, "Is it beautiful?" ”
"You're not afraid of freezing." Ling Xin glanced at it and turned his head away.
"I'd love to." Miss Yin pouted and walked out. Ling Xin and I followed her, and after walking for a while, the misty clouds were blown away by the cold wind, and a chill also hit my face, and I couldn't help but wrap my coat tightly. Miss Yin also seemed to be a little cold, so she just cared about looking good, so she wore a relatively thin dress. Ling Xin sighed and took off her coat and put it on her, Miss Yin just wanted to say something, Ling Xin waved her hand to signal that she didn't need to say more, Miss Yin had to turn her smiling red face and lowered her head shyly.
The meeting place was quite lively, and everyone sat around the campfire, eating baked food and chatting about family life. Ling Xin brought a jar of wine and sat next to me, giving me a man's look, and I took out the small bowl I had brought from home and placed it on the ground. At the same time, he opened the wine and poured it in.
"Okay, you guys," Miss Yin turned her head when she heard the sound of pouring wine and said, "Xiao Yi, didn't I tell you that you are sick and can't drink?" Then he looked at Ling Xin: "And you, just drink it yourself, and bring my brother to drink it together." ”
Ling Xin frowned and pursed her lips and said, "Don't you think that men are so fragile, okay?" Also, when did he become your brother? If it's a matter of knowing each other sooner or later, then he should also be my brother. Ling Xin said and handed another bowl to me, I shyly took it and said to Miss Yin:
"Sister Yin, I'll drink a little."
"Drink, drink, I can't control you." After saying that, he pouted and turned his head back.
Soon the bonfire party began, and the residents of the village began to actively perform their newly learned skills, whether it was a love song or a dance. Everyone is scrambling to act, the show is very rough, either the singing runs away or the trick is a gang. But the atmosphere is getting more and more lively, no one cares whether the show is good or bad, if it is good, everyone will enjoy it quietly, and if it is bad, everyone will make jokes.
I picked up the wine bowl next to me and drank the wine inside, and the more cheerful the atmosphere, the more it reminded me of the past: I don't know how Cher is, I don't know if Dr. Luo is good, and I don't know if the camellia girl I have always dreamed of will still sit by the river and enjoy the bright moonlight because she remembers someone.
"Yo, isn't this Miss Yin?" An uncle next to her saw her and smiled and said, "You haven't been here for a long time?" How about singing a song to everyone? ”
Miss Yin blushed and waved her hand: "Forget it, I can't sing well." ”
"What's bad, it's all from the villagers, don't be modest," the man stood up and said loudly to everyone: "Come on, come on, let's welcome Yin Die'er to sing a song for everyone!" ”
The villagers also began to applaud and cheer while talking left and right: "Butterfly is here too?" It's been a long time. "yes, she's a pretty good singer."
Miss Yin stood up shyly, walked to the bonfire, bit her lip and thought about it and said, "Hmm... Today is my good friend's return from the outside world," she looked at me and said, "Then I'll give him a song." ”
Everyone also turned their heads to look at me, laughing and applauding, Ling Xin shook his head with a smile on the side, and took another sip of wine. Miss Yin opened her mouth and sang, her voice was like the gurgling water in the mountains, but there was a little more tenderness; It's like a cluster of flowers in the forest, but with a little more firmness. The clear sound pushed me into a long memory, and it was not until the warm eyes dripped into the wine bowl that I suddenly realized that the old people in those thoughts were gone.
Ling Xin put his hand on my shoulder, and for some reason his eyes were red, I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and then picked up a guitar not far away and played it. The elegant sound of the piano accompanied by the soft singing voice hovers over the village...
I took a deep breath and looked up at the hazy moon, I sang the song I learned for the first time, I thought that every time I sang it, I could go back to the past and re-experience those gentle and sad things. Everyone clapped their hands neatly below, shook their heads gently to the rhythm, and drifted across the ocean and crossed the mountains and rivers with my singing...
At the end of the song, I bowed, looked at the guitar in my hand, and put him back. Miss Yin and Ling Xin smiled and applauded me, and I sat back in the middle of them.
"You're singing so well." Miss Yin clapped her hands and said, while Ling Xin hugged me and looked at her proudly and said, "See? Worthy of my brother. ”
"What does it have to do with you?" Miss Yin rolled her eyes at him, and then said, "By the way, I just remembered that my dad read your recipe today, and said that he had a lot of ideas, and he made a cup of it himself, and he said that he would make it for the residents in a few days." ”
"Is it good?" Ling Xin leaned over and asked, "Bring me a bowl first." ”
"It's not delicious, it's bitter." I turned my head and smiled.
"You don't have to pay attention to him," Miss Yin pulled me back, "Can you come and help me then, I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower," and then said to me, "By the way, bring that rascal with you." ”
"Hey, who do you say is a hooligan?" Ling Xin leaned into my ear and heard Miss Yin scolding him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Hey, I can't clean you up yet."
Ling Xin ran after Miss Yin, and the hearty laughter was accompanied by the gust of evening breeze, and I poured myself another glass of wine, and then drank it all. I can't remember what happened later, but I remember that Miss Yin was also poured a few bowls by Ling Xin, and several people said things that they didn't understand each other. It wasn't until the bonfire was extinguished and the villagers went home one by one that we supported each other and staggered back.