To say that no matter how dull I am, I haven't noticed the weirdness at this time, it would be really incredible.

But at that time, people seem to have forgotten their inertia when they are braked, and even if we feel that everything is almost over, in the end things are still pushed to keep moving. Later, the days flickered to the first day of the new year.

In the morning, my dad chattered that he would go to the music tomorrow, and I was happy to hear it, and I was good at it, after all, I was a stylish person. Ma Chengcheng was also curious, and asked what score to pose, and his father said, "You don't need to go to worship the music girl." ”

As soon as I heard it, I pondered, this is not right, you don't need a woman to play the score, isn't this just a group of big men playing music together? I'm a little unconfident when I think about it, although I can play the score, but if others don't eat this set, then what can I do? It's not a dry stare, maybe I'm going to get beaten in case I get beaten up, I think about it, and my heart is a little drumming when I think about it.

Ma Chengcheng was a little unhappy, "Why are there still men and women?" It's a big one. ”

My dad couldn't cry or laugh, "This is a worship score, not a score, worship, worship God's worship, worship is the Ma family tree, let the old ancestors take a look at our house and Chenlong, and introduce it to recognize it." ”

Ma Chengcheng's face was not very good-looking, "Then I am not a member of the Ma family?" I don't have to worship? ”

Dad explained to her, "Women don't need to worship music." ”

Ma Chengcheng don't turn his head and stop talking, they have been playing together for 20 years, I understand her like this, that is, she is angry. In fact, I listened to my father's words and probably knew why Ma Chengcheng was angry, the countryside is indeed a bit patriarchal, and we can't help it. Many times if she wins an award or something, her parents will congratulate her on the circle of friends, and the people below will praise me. It's funny to say, because those relatives are too patriarchal, and they always think that I am the one who can make a difference, so a lot of Ma Chengcheng's aura fell on my head.

As soon as my mother explained, my relatives and friends couldn't stop it.

At the beginning, Ma Chengcheng also laughed, and I felt helpless for her after coming and going many times.

Speaking of patriarchy, in fact, I also know through my own experience that it is not men who really prefer sons, but women. This kind of thinking is very deep-rooted, almost every family of the old people say that they must have a son, in fact, if you want me to say, this is now the 21st century, just like seeing the joke on the Internet: every family says that they still want a son, is there any ancestral kung fu secret book in the family that is passed on to men and women? I have a copy of the Sunflower Book Heroes to pick up.

In the evening, Ma Chengcheng told us ghost stories as usual, and it looked the same as usual, but I could still feel that she was a little lost.

The next morning, my father took me to the place where my family had placed my family tree.

I was a little reluctant to get up, and after a morning of driving, I realized that I was still a little late.

The car drove for a while and couldn't go up, we could only take the small road, although I was also a child who grew up in the countryside, but after all, I went to the county to study, and I didn't exercise much, and it was still very difficult for me to go up the mountain, and I complained a little.

I finally made my way out of the woods, and looking at the scene in front of me, I realized that it was indeed too early to complain at the beginning.

The next road is completely crooked by the shape of the stone wall through the side of the cliff, there is a section of the path directly carved from the mountain, the road is very narrow, the left side is completely cliff, it is not deep and bottomless, but if you fall, it is absolutely lifeless.

Watching the person who led the way talk and laugh and walk calmly, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. When it was my turn to go, I swallowed my saliva and realized that people really want to go to the toilet all the time when they are scared. I tried not to look at what was on the outside of the path, and I moved over the rock wall little by little, but fortunately there were not many such paths. By the time we got there, the sun had risen in the center.

When we went, because we couldn't delay a good hour, we had to finish the music before eating.

The crackling sound of firecrackers rang out, and the firecracker debris and flickering firelight and gunsmoke scattered in all directions, and the sound of the cannons was mixed with the hoarse and shrill shouts of an old man.

Welcome box!

I heard him say that the Eagle Puxia was really shocked at the time, and I thought it was wrong, how could this be the Eagle Puxia, and then I asked to know that people were shouting to welcome the spectrum box, and the crowded crowd spread out a road, and the eldest grandson of our Chenzi generation, that is, my eldest cousin, came out with the spectrum box.

The music box is very large, he can only hold it with his hands closed, I don't know what kind of wood this is, it looks dark red, but it reflects some earthy yellow background color under the light, and the center is engraved with four traditional characters 'Ma's genealogy', and the box is engraved with hollow dragons and phoenixes around it. Looking at the music box, I remembered that when our family just moved, my parents bought some hollow wooden dragons and phoenixes to stick on the wooden furniture, and now I saw the dragons and phoenixes on the music box, I really think that those dragons and phoenixes at home can really only be called four-legged snakes and turkeys.

The top of the box is covered with a red cloth, which is lifted from both sides, revealing the shape of the box, which looks like the beaded curtain that the bride lifts up and hangs in her ears.

Before I could take a closer look, my eldest cousin had already carried the music box into the room.

It wasn't long before the owner of the house came out of the room where the box was kept, holding a book that looked a little old. The book was huge, about the size of two A4 sheets of paper side by side, and the old man placed the book on a black lacquered square table in the ashram, and a crowd of people immediately gathered around him.

I stood not too far and tiptoed to see that the pages inside the book were pale yellow and looked a little older. The old man picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and began to write his name. On the left side of the book is my father's name, on the top right side there is a small word '妣', and at the bottom is my mother's name.

I was wondering what it meant, when the crowd became more and more crowded, and I didn't have the heart to look any further, so I squeezed out of the crowd and stood aside rubbing my arms. I squatted on the sidelines and waited boredly until this wave of signatures was over, and then I began to read the score in earnest.

All the Ma family members entered the house where the music box was stored together, because the room was small, and if they couldn't stand it, they would wait outside the door for a while.

I looked at the room.

There are several squares of red paper pasted above the earthen wall facing the door of the house, and in the center is a vertical column of brush characters dragon flying phoenix dance, which is: Heaven and Earth Jun Teacher. On both sides is written in small letters, 'Ma clan' and 'eternal history'. On either side are two columns of couplets. Under these squares of red paper are wooden tables fixed to the wall, and two long candles are symmetrically lit on the narrow wooden tables. Below the wooden case is a shrine, which is covered with yellow cloth, and on top of it is the Ma clan box that the eldest cousin brought in. There are offerings and incense sticks in front of the family box. There is a cloth futon under the shrine.