I really found that the problem was serious in the summer of 1977, when Baozi's mother, who was picking vegetables on the porch, saw the six-year-old Baozi talking to the black hole warehouse, her expression was very serious, and her voice was sweet and crisp, so she casually asked, "Bao smashed, who are you talking to", Baozi turned back with a smile, "And a long-haired aunt!" ”

Baozi's mother was so frightened that she dropped the vegetable pot on the ground, "Baozi!" What nonsense?"

Baozi was a little aggrieved, "I'm not talking nonsense, my aunt said she was cold and wanted to borrow a dress from you to wear." ”

Baozi's mother just picked up the vegetable pot, her legs were weak in fright, and she sat on the ground with her ass, "You.. You.. Let her out! Baozi's mother looked at the warehouse where the winter vegetables were stored, and the black hole was like a monster's mouth.

Baozi nodded, "Auntie, come out, Auntie..." Baozi was stunned for a moment, as if listening to someone, and then slowly turned around, "Auntie said it was too bright outside"

That night, Baozi's mother was seriously ill, Baozi's father came home, and after listening to the narration, he gave Baozi a big ear thunder, and Baozi cried, so his mother cried, his sister persuaded him, and his younger brother made trouble. Only Baozi didn't care about his father's slap, and continued to stare blankly at the air above his mother's head, motionless. Li Guangxia, a doctor from the community hospital, entered the door with a medicine box, she skillfully measured her temperature, tested sensitivity, and injected injections, and after all the operations were completed, she said to Baozi's father, "My sister-in-law should have a cold, I guess I am tired in the past few days." ”

Baozi suddenly ran to the table, picked up the big fan and ran back to the bed, and fanned it towards his mother. Baozi's father said angrily, "Your mother hurt the wind, and you still fanned the wind!" ”

Baozi looked at his father innocently, and then at Dr. Li.

Li Guangxia lovingly stroked the head of the bun, "Bao smashed, your mother is not hot, your mother..."

"But that auntie keeps blowing wind on my mother's neck!"

What the? The whole family looked at the bun in a daze, so quiet that they could hear the sound of the clock moving its hands.

The two-year-old brother tried to stir up the atmosphere, but was quickly shocked by the solemn atmosphere and did not dare to toss anymore. Li Guangxia asked Baozi very seriously, "What aunt?" Baozi pointed to his mother's head and said, an aunt, half body, just like that, flying in the air and blowing on her mother's neck.

Everyone invariably looked at Baozi's mother's head, except for the wall calendar paper on the wall of "Workers, Farmers, Merchants, Soldiers, and Running Together for the Four Modernizations", which was empty. The group of people in the painting who were high-spirited and holding hammer-headed steel guns and satellites, and people from all walks of life, smiled warmly and strangely.

Baozi asked into the air, "Auntie, don't blow it, my mom, she's not hot." ”

The atmosphere became more solemn, Li Guangxia turned around and said to Bao Zi's father, "Although the Cultural Revolution has just passed, we still have to be materialistic, right?" ”

"The child is small and ignorant," Baozi's father explained awkwardly. He knows that a child can see through someone's belly.

"Maybe he wasn't lying?" Li Guangxia glanced at Baozi's father strangely.

Baozi's father looked at Li Guangxia sideways and whispered, "We are old classmates, you can tell me what you think." ”

Li Guangxia looked at Baozi, then at Baozi's mother, and pulled Baozi's father out of the house. "Jianguo, I heard that some children have clean eyes and can see dirty things that adults can't see, you know, how did our family home come from? I heard that it used to be a mass grave, and we don't know how many lonely souls and wild ghosts are stepping on under our feet, old Maozi, little devils, Kuomintang, Communist Party, starvation, death, martial arts, how much? ”

Baozi's father opened his eyes wide: "How do you know everything?" Didn't you graduate from the Guardian School? Also studying history? ”

Li Guangxia said quite confidently, "You forget, before liberation, my grandmother jumped over the gods, my uncle was a monk, my aunt set up a stall and drew lots, and she also came out of the scholarly family, if not, I will... Let my grandma come over and have a look? ”

Baozi's father looked at Li Guangxia in a daze, "You want to recruit her old man's soul."

Li Guangxia glared at Baozi's father, "I'm sorry, she's an old man!" Two steamed buns for one meal! ”

Baozi's father looked at his neighbors vigilantly, and nodded, "I still have to keep it secret, it's not a trivial matter to engage in feudal superstition, this movement, I don't know which gust of wind can blow back." ”

Originating from the shamanic witchcraft culture in the black soil of Northeast China, the Dancing God is a way of communicating between the living and the dead and evil spirits, which is full of mysterious and grotesque colors. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, such rituals were attributed to feudal superstition. After the Cultural Revolution began, shamans and shamans were suppressed, and many were even killed in the streets, and shamanic culture was devastated. Even when I was a child, as long as I heard the three words "Dancing God", my mind was full of criticism of feudal superstition, and when I grew up, I learned that Dancing God is a product of the pantheistic era, and it is also one of the few ancient communication modes between man and nature that has been preserved to this day.

In the Northeast, the great god of dancing must be done by two people, one is the great god and the other is the two gods. The great god is the object of the soul's possession, and the two gods are the assistant and the interpreter. In the process of dancing the great god, the great god keeps dancing, and the two gods hold the deerskin bone and beat the words according to the rhythm, and the singing words are "please gods", the words are not read dryly, but sung, and the tune is "please gods". Please Shen tune is also included in the two-person performance system as a compulsory subject for actors. One of the characteristics that distinguishes shamanic witchcraft from many witchcraft is that the gods invited are uncertain, and what gods are invited must speak to which gods.

Li Guangxia's grandmother is a flag man, who is 70 years old this year, but her body is quite strong. When she was thirteen years old, she suddenly became enlightened and instantly enlightened, and she could read more than 100 kinds of words to please God overnight, which became a big news in the local area. In fact, the inheritance of the real shaman is by sudden enlightenment and word of mouth, there are no written books, no apprentices worship the master, only the master looking for apprentices, one-on-one, VIP. This transmission is very similar to the lineage of the singers of King Gesar in Tibet, 3,000 kilometers away. When Li Guangxia's grandmother became enlightened, the local great shaman taught her the mantle and bowl, and three days later drove the crane west.

During the puppet Manchu period, the shaman's grandmother went to prison because she did not give divination to the Japanese, and after liberation, she also went to prison several times because she gave divination to others.

Early the next morning, the shaman's grandmother took her son, Li Guangxia's second uncle, to Baozi's house by appointment. As soon as Fang entered the door, the old lady and the six-year-old bun took a look, the old man's smiling face immediately froze, and then turned into a happy laugh, she and the bun looked at each other for a long time, stretched out her rough hand and rubbed the bun's face a few times, brushed the bun's eyelids with her thumb, nodded, and sat down upright.

Baozi's father hurriedly picked up a lot of peanuts and fruit candy and put them in Li Guangxia's uncle's bag, and beckoned the children to "Quick, call grandma, call uncle"

The shaman's grandmother sat on the Taishi stool, her eyes slightly closed, and her hand waved slightly, "Other people can call it, but your second boy can't call it." ”

Baozi's father didn't know why Grandma Li looked at Baozi, and wondered, "You are the ancestor of this town, how can this stuffy boy not call you." ”

The shaman's grandmother didn't answer, looked around at the structure of the house, took out a large box of matches, pulled out one, Baozi's father hurriedly handed over a cigarette, grandma waved her hand, just lit the match, with a stabbing sound, it turned out to be a blue flame, the flame burned for three or four seconds, it suddenly lost its arrogance, shrunk into a blue round bean, and then extinguished.