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It turned out to be a dream, and Ma Ya woke him up.

Wushuang shook his head and sat up. Ma Ya has been sitting beside him and guarding him and he didn't dare to sleep, she wasn't afraid that the two of them would have something...... But after listening to the joke from the countryman's mouth, he was a little scared and couldn't sleep.

"I just had a strange dream, this dream is really tiring, listening to the big opera all night. ”

Ma Ya said: "I'm afraid you're not dreaming, listen carefully." ”

The grassland is empty, and in the spring the wind is very strong, and in the dead of night you can clearly hear the sound of the wind blowing in the distance. The sound of clanging gongs in the wind, the sound of suona...... It really seems that there is a troupe singing in the mountains in the distance, and even Wushuang can clearly hear a Hua Dan's sissy.

The wind is blowing from the east.

Wushuang lifted the curtain of the yurt and walked out, and the sound of singing was clear.

"I'm annoyed, who's singing a big opera in the middle of the night? Don't let people sleep? Besides, what kind of drama is sung on the Mongolian steppe?" Wushuang said impatiently.

"Brother, do you remember the joke that the fellow said? Do you think it will be ......?" Ma Ya stopped when she wanted to speak.

"Go, go and see, I won't believe it!" he said stubbornly. Didn't take the warning of the fellow last night to heart.

The Hulaghundi ranch was silent, and I wondered if they were the only ones who heard the singing, and everyone was closed, even the sheepdog tethered to the yurt was asleep. Wushuang took Ma Ya and followed the voice all the way to the west.

Gradually, at the end of the endless grassland horizon, you see a small hill, which is a typical landform feature of the plains, you don't look much away from it, but if you get closer, the mountain may not be how big it is. Just like the vast ocean, one can clearly see the curvature of the earth, and the end of the arc obscures the other side.

There are no roads on the prairie, and the green shoots that grow in the spring are under your feet, and in a few days they will grow waist-high with the arrival of the rainy season. Walking on the endless prairie, the herdsmen always have a dog with them, or a tree planted within a distance, and this tree is a marker, without which even the herders who live here all year round can easily get lost.

"By the way, what about our little white?" Wushuang suddenly remembered his yellow skin.

Ma Ya said: "I didn't take it, I left it in the mountains, that little thing is getting more and more naughty, if you live in Dong's house, I'm afraid of causing trouble for you." Xing'anling is its home. You can't feed it with White Rabbit toffee, can you?"

"Also, wild animals are wild, let's let it return to the mountains and forests, I hope it can become an immortal as soon as possible. ”

A gust of wind blew, and the grassland echoed with babbling singing, as if the troupe was deliberately singing at night with their throats pulled, and they lost their heads when they sang. In the old society, whoever had a happy event, especially in the Northeast Gada, had to do a big job, and the happy event would not be said.

When the funeral is held, the troupe is usually invited, day and night, and a singing is three days and three nights, and those who can have such a big pomp are all big families. In the mountains or in the countryside, ordinary people lived a simple life, and at that time there were no televisions and no electric boxes, let alone going to the city to watch big dramas. So whoever has a red and white happy event will always be surrounded when they sing on the stage, in fact, what the singers are singing can't understand what they coarse people can't understand, it's all a lively picture.

Different troupes sing different songs for red and white ceremonies, but in the large area of Northeast China and Inner Mongolia, there is a unique opera culture that is popular, and the two turn around. There is no need to introduce the two, everyone has seen it now. But at that time, the two of them were not called this name, they were called Jumping, a man and a woman were playing treasure on the stage, jumping and jumping and getting their names.

So you see that several apprentices in Benshan now, including Song Xiaobao and Xiao Shenyang, always like to bounce on the stage when performing, which is the inheritance of the previous "jumping" left to the two people.

Wushuang and Ma Ya walked farther and farther, seeing that there was no trace of Hulaghun Di Ranch behind them, and they might not be able to find their way even if they went back now.

"Brother, what is this singing? Why haven't I heard it? In the past, we also invited a troupe to get married in the tunzi, but there was no such play?" Ma Ya asked curiously.

The two of them haven't realized the seriousness of the situation yet, in fact, they both want to see the excitement, and it's been a long time since a big family has done this.

"This may not be a two-person turn, maybe it's a Peking opera, right? Listen, isn't that movement that is neither male nor female just Hua Dan? I don't understand, let's just look at it!"

"Brother, usually those who sing big operas at night do white things, do you have any money with you? Do we have to pay tribute?" Inner Mongolia is very close to the northeast, especially the Horqin grassland, which is hundreds of miles away from Changchun, even in Tongliao City, the culture of the two regions is very similar.

In the past, the general big families could come to see the excitement casually when they sang on the big stage, but generally speaking, they basically had to come with the ceremony, whether it was a big gift or a small gift, even if you took two eggs, it was that meaning, there was no empty-handed coming. In particular, doing white things, coming empty-handed is said to heat the blame of the dead.

As I walked, I gradually saw a high mountain appear in front of me, and the closer I went, the bigger the mountain became, which should be the unclean mountain that the villager said.

Wushuang is not an atheist, nor is he a materialist after so many strange adventures. It is easy to give birth to those fox fairies and monsters in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, which is a very normal thing. But after walking so many places, I have also poured a lot of big buckets, and I haven't heard of any goblins who like to sing.

Musou prefers that there may be some mysterious tribe living in the depths of this mountain, and this tribe may have left behind many unknown customs. For example, everyone is fine at night, singing and singing.

This is not Wushuang's nonsense, we do have such a nation in China.

You should know that in addition to the 56 ethnic groups in China, there are actually some ethnic groups whose ethnic names do not appear among the 56 ethnic groups because of their small population and distribution in remote mountainous areas.

Among them, deep in the mountains on the border between Sichuan and Tibet, there lives an ethnic group called "Bangni". The people of the Bunni people have a natural sound, and they use singing to convey their language at any time. Because of the late sunrise in the plateau area, their ethnic group is also accustomed to going to bed late and getting up late, and every night they will light a bonfire in the village, and the whole village will dance together and sing in their own language, and they will spend half a night singing. It can be heard clearly from miles away.