When the thunder fell back to Leihuang Village, it was already evening, and the faint sunset hung in the winter clouds, appearing and disappearing, if there was nothing. Leihuang Village is hidden in a misty landscape, away from the hustle and bustle, out of the world, just like a freehand landscape splashed with ink, exuding a faint hidden wind.

Lei Luo stood at the entrance of the village, looking at this paradise-like village, and couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality for a while, and couldn't help but be stunned. The encounters of these days have completely subverted Lei Luo's world view, making Lei Luo exhausted between the entanglement of two worlds: on one side is the village where he grew up, quiet and distant, quiet and peaceful, and on the other hand, the world of the universe, Jin Ge Iron Horse, full of dangers......

How should these two worlds be trade-off?

A sturdy yellow dog wagged his tail and ran merrily towards Thunderfall - "The Strong" was always the first to know that he was back. Lei Luo squatted down and wrestled with the oncoming dog. The strong man threw Lei Luo to the ground, and kept licking Lei Luo's face with his tongue, Lei Luo laughed and dodged, and kept begging for mercy......

Behind the strong man, Wan Er also appeared, and she looked at Lei Luo, who was still playing with the strong man on the ground, with a warm smile on her face. It's only been two days apart, but Wan'er's thoughts are so turbulent, it is estimated that Wan'er is waiting for his lover to come back at the entrance of the village every day.

When the two hugged each other tightly, the strong man entertained himself "knowingly......

"You're back just in time," Wan Er muttered as he said, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and my mother asked me to help her buy things, and I'm a girl...... I need you to come with me. ”

Lei Luo hugged Wan Er, Leng Bu Ding kissed her on the lips, Guan Er blushed, quickly turned his face to the side, beat Lei Luo's chest, and said shyly: "I hate it, someone ...... it"

"Someone, do you still want me to hug me?" Lei Luo still wanted to be poor, but seeing that Wan'er was really a little angry, he let go of his hand and said with a serious face, "What do you want me to go with you, is it far away?"

Wan Er looked at Lei Luo, his face was still red, and he whispered: "My mother is not in good health and can't go far away, so I have to go, you just have to accompany me, I'm afraid, I'm afraid...... There are bad guys......" When the last few words were spoken, Guan Er's voice was almost inaudible. Clear-eyed people know at a glance that Wan'er just wants to go with his lover, but he is ashamed to say it, so he has to find a reason.

How could Lei Luo not know this, but deliberately said: "Xuanhuang's widow's bloodline, Yun Jin Tianyi is on your body, and you will be afraid of a few bad people......"

"You're still going to make fun of me, aren't you!" Wan Er stomped his foot and glared, "Ignore you again." ”

"Okay, okay, don't say it, don't say it. Lei Luo quietly hugged Wan'er from behind, "Say, where are you going? ”

"That's pretty much it. Guan Er leaned his head back on Lei Luo's broad chest, "The place where my mother told me to go is called Wolongchang! In addition to shopping, I can also ...... We can still go...... I can go and see the lantern ......."

The sunset has only a small half of the face left, and the residual light is like a red silk, densely woven diagonally on the earth, pulling the shadow of thunder and wan'er to the old elders......

As soon as the morning dawned, after greeting his parents, Lei Luo took Guan Er's hand and set off towards Wolong Field. Before leaving, Lei Luo's mother stuffed some money for Lei Luo and advised: "Remember to buy some gifts for other girls, don't look like a wooden fish head......"

This is indeed fate, inescapable, predestined, fate.

When he was far away from the sight of the people in the village, Lei Luo put Guan Er on his back and launched the "Thunder Drama Hexagram Step", and ran forward like thunder under his feet.

In less than half an hour, a towering iron tower appeared in front of me.

This iron tower is called Huilong Tower and is the landmark of Wolongchang. The iron tower is about four stories high, and there is a green dragon around the tower, the shape is realistic, the face is hideous, and there is a posture that wants to ride the wind. Lei Luo pulled Wan'er, admiring the green dragon on the iron tower with great interest, feeling that the green dragon would fly away at any time.

Bypassing the iron tower, he walked into the main street of Wolongchang, and Lei Luo immediately understood why Wan'er was in a hurry to come here - today is the Lantern Festival, Wolongchang, I'm afraid it will be the most lively in all the towns.

Wolongchang is not a big town, but every year during the Lantern Festival, it is the most lively here. There are two reasons for this, one is the fifteenth day of the first month of the calendar year, the market of Taziba in Wolongchang.

Merchants from all over the world have formed a habit, and at this time of year, they will bring many strange things to sell here, and Taziba Taobao has become an important activity for people to make Lantern Festival within a radius of 100 miles.

The second reason is the "dragon dance" in Wolong Field. "There is a family surnamed Long on the Wolong Field, which is a large family, with more than 20 people in the family, all of whom jointly run an ancient business: dragon dance.

This family, young and old, learned dragon making and dragon dancing from a young age, and their skills were naturally exquisite. Whichever shop opens, which one gets married, and even which project of the county government starts, they are willing to invite them to the dragon dance. And their finale, the Fire Dragon Dance, can only be seen on the night of the Lantern Festival. Just this "Fire Dragon Dance", it is difficult to make the Lantern Festival in this Wolong Field not lively.

But Wan'er came in such a hurry, and the most important thing was to help her mother buy things.

Turning a corner on the main street of Wolongchang, it is the well-known Taziba, a large area of open land, businessmen gathered, crowded, so lively. In the face of all kinds of varied, dazzling, and strange goods, Wan Er was unmoved, pulling the thunder and constantly squeezing forward, it seemed that he had already done his homework and came specifically for something.

Passing through the bustling crowd, I finally squeezed into a soaphorn tree, where there was an exotic merchant in a small hat selling something, and there were many people surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. When Wan Er saw it, he exclaimed: "Hurry up, hurry up, Lei Luo squeeze in, it's not sold out yet." ”

Wan Er was afraid that Lei Luo would not be able to squeeze in, so he pushed Lei Luo into it and said, "You will know if you squeeze in." My mother explained to me very clearly, you must buy it, squeeze it...... Squeeze ......"

As long as you are not afraid of being scolded by others, it is really easy for Lei Luo to squeeze in. Squeezed through the crowd, fought his way out, and rushed to the stall of the exotic merchant with Wan'er, the goods that appeared in front of Lei Luo's eyes really surprised Lei Luo. came all the way to the house, squeezed into a stinky sweat, and actually bought a silk scarf.

Lei Luo looked at the bright silk scarf in front of him and said, "I said girl, don't tell me to come all the way here, you just came to help your mother buy this thing!" He no longer paid attention to Lei Luo, and buried his head in the selection with all his heart. Seeing so many people choosing, out of curiosity, Lei Luo also picked up one and touched it, the tentacles were extremely silky, unfolded to see, the colors were bright but not enchanting, full and not complicated, jagged, evacuated but not messy, and there was a pleasing feeling to look at. Then I couldn't help but ask: "What kind of fabric is this, it feels good." Wan Er didn't raise his head, and said while picking: "In the early years, my father bought one for my mother, and my mother couldn't put it down and kept it with her all the time. But just after the Chinese New Year, my mother was about to take out the silk scarf to see the sunshine, but I didn't expect to be ...... by a gust of wind."

Speaking of this, Guan Er's voice was a little choked. It should be when I think of my mother who died early and my mother who is suffering from her life that I will be sad.

By this time, the exotic merchant had already begun to introduce his products in broken Chinese. After listening, Lei Luo learned that this Adelaide silk produced in Hotan, Xinjiang, is really a rare treasure. This ancient dyeing process seems to be going to dress up the lives of many women.

Wan'er carefully chosen, as if she had to find one that was exactly the same as her mother's. Lei Luo quietly took one of his photos, paid quietly, and quietly wrapped it around Wan'er's neck. Wan Er touched the silk scarf around his neck, smiled in surprise, and then understood the meaning of Lei Luo.

Wan Er suddenly turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the thunderous cheek like a dragonfly, and his cheeks immediately turned crimson, and he quickly turned around and concentrated on picking it up.

A young couple, in this lively and bustling Wolong Field, wandered until the evening, and the merchants closed their stalls and refused to go home. Suddenly, the rapid gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and Taziba, which had already seemed deserted, suddenly became active again. The stalls of the merchants have been evacuated in an orderly manner, and an empty dam the size of three acres of land has been vacated in the middle of the Tazi Dam. As soon as the gong sounded, someone began to clean up with a long broom, and the crowd of people who were idle around gathered around, and after a while, the field of "fire dragon dance" was pulled up.

Wan'er and Lei Luo were even more reluctant to leave - who would want to miss such a wonderful performance?

As the sun sets, night falls, and the world gradually darkens. Lei Luo pulled Wan'er, chose a good position, and quietly waited for the wonderful opening. According to the elders, the "Fire Dragon Dance" of the Lantern Festival in Wolongchang has existed since ancient times and has been lively until now. A large family once sent an invitation to invite the "Fire Dragon Dance" to perform at their own manor during the Lantern Festival, but was refused. The words of the old lady surnamed Long were very resolute: "Dragon dance, you can go out to perform, but the 'Fire Dragon Dance' only belongs to the Wolong Field." ”

The more this is the case, the more appealing it becomes. Looking at the crowds of people around you, you can imagine how wonderful this "Fire Dragon Dance" is. It's a pity that for so many years, Lei Luo and Wan'er haven't seen each other once.

Lei Luo chatted with the people around him and learned some about the history of the "Fire Dragon Dance". There are many places to dance dragons, but there are not many who can dance the fire dragon, and the reason is that this "fire dragon dance" is very dangerous. The dragon used in the "Fire Dragon Dance" of Wolong Field is not a paper dragon, but a cloth dragon, this dragon is about 30 meters long, 20 dragon dancers, plus a total of 21 people dancing hydrangea, I don't know what to pay attention to. The reason why the "Fire Dragon Dance" is wonderful is not in the word "dragon", not in the word "dance", but in the word "fire". This "fire dragon dance" is divided into three stages, the first stage is the general dragon dance, the dragon flips and moves under the guidance of the hydrangea, making a variety of difficult movements, making you dazzled. But this is not attractive enough, and in the second stage, it starts to be exciting. In the second stage, the image of the dragon will undergo some changes, first the dragon's mouth will open, revealing the dragon teeth inside, and then many dragon claws will grow on the body, and the body will also extend many small holes, each small hole will burst out of the blazing flame, and the whole dragon will become a fire dragon with teeth and claws, blazing. Where those fires came from, why they were so blazing, why they burned for so long, and why they were not afraid to burn the dragon, no one could tell. I'm afraid that the secret is only known to people with the surname Long.

It's exciting enough to see a fire dragon with such teeth and claws, but if you still don't feel like it's enjoyable, then you can wait for the third stage. The second phase ends with a long tongue of fire erupting from the dragon's mouth, after which the dragon stops for a moment. When the seven gongs sound, the hydrangea that had just guided the dragon dance would burn, and the dragon would dance again, this time not breathing fire, but many colorful cold fireworks. The most exciting and exciting thing is that the onlookers can interact with the "fire dragon".

This interaction is actually that onlookers light firecrackers and throw them on the fire dragon to blow up the fire dragon. Those "fire dragon dancers", don't care about the power of firecrackers, the more you lose more, the more the fire dragon will get closer to you, the cold smoke on the fire dragon will force you to run away, everyone just keeps throwing firecrackers, keep dodging the cold fireworks in the panic, a "fire dragon dance" down, the firecrackers in the entire Wolong field can always be sold.

In fact, the cold fireworks are not dangerous at all, but those who dance the fire dragon, naked and barefoot, sway freely in the string of firecracker explosions, I don't know if they are really not afraid of explosions, or if there is some trick.

A crisp gong ...... pierced the night sky, and Hydrangea entered with Bulong. A tall and sturdy man danced with a dragon head, with the more than 30-meter-long cloth dragon, circled around the huge field, and then curled up to the center of the field and fell to the ground. At this time, all the lights were extinguished, and only the flames on the four pillars in the field were beating. The surroundings were very quiet, although there were crowds, but they all held their breath and did not dare to come out. Suddenly, an old man with white hair walked into the field, looking afraid that he was 100 years old, but he was in good spirits, full of red light, steady steps, and faintly had a compelling momentum.

The old man came straight to Bron, who had been curled up before, and now slowly stretched out his dragon head to the old man. The old man's hands were behind his back, but at this moment he stretched out a right hand and pressed it against Naburon's forehead. Three clear whistles, one higher than the other, came out of the old man's mouth, the sound moved Kyushu, and the sound curbed the clouds, which made people have an illusion, not the old man was whistling, but the Bulong was whispering.