The tradition of the first month is to dance dragons and lions. No matter how poor you are, you must be lively.
The kind of lions and dragons painted in gold and painted, naturally there will be no Yeji here. People tie up cloths that are too worn to be used again, fill them with hay, and hold them up and dance with dignity.
The dragon was crooked and walked unsightly, but there were children shouting after him excitedly.
Without gongs and drums, I grabbed the worn-out utensils in my hands and beat them.
In other places, I always have to burn bamboo and listen to the sound of firecrackers.
But once you come here, you don't grow bamboo, and secondly, you are poor. Bamboo poles are also useful things. Who would be willing to waste them? The white-smoked gun battles set off by the big families in the county town are even more unaffordable, and it is impossible to exorcise evil spirits and seek auspiciousness.
This nondescript voice is neither pleasant nor loud.
People laugh and talk louder than banging.
Mo Li also went out the door, and saw the ugly and mixed-colored dragon, turning crookedly across the alley in front of him.
Meng Qi had been looking under the eaves for a long time. He had a look of disgust at the dragon, but he didn't say anything.
"Dancing pretty well."
"Yes it's alright."
Both of them are talking nonsense with their eyes open. This is not a dragon dance at all, it is just walking around holding a dragon.
This dragon has no flexible limbs made of bamboo strips, and people dare not use force for fear that the dragon will fall apart.
Occasionally the ups and downs are not dragon dancing, but the person holding it waving his arms casually, so from a distance, the dragon's limbs are stiff and twitching indiscriminately.
Obviously none of these people can dance dragons at all.
But what does it matter
Aunt Yin, who had bad eyes, said with a smile how handsome this dragon was. The man on the side of the road insisted that he would do better, rolled up his sleeves, entered the team, took the dragon pole, and left.
When I walked to the street, the person holding the Dragon Ball in front opened his voice:
"Xu Wu's harvest is abundant!"
"May the family be at peace!"
Then came the resounding response, which was not very orderly at first, but after a few breaths, everyone, including the old and the young, spoke in unison.
Someone wiped the tears from their faces and stood alone under the eaves.
Mo Li saw that Qiu Hong was also in the crowd. She was smiling and her eyes were red.
"When I was in Taijing, there was a lantern festival in Shangyuan every year. The dragon balls were painted with bright colors. More than a dozen dragons competed on the stage. There were laughter and applause everywhere. The children were riding on their parents' necks. The window seat of the restaurant cannot be reserved without a month in advance. The dragon's mouth is also equipped with a mechanism, which can breathe out a fire for a short time, and an acrobatic artist can do three beautiful somersaults with a red silk... Extinguished, it’s really beautiful from night to dawn.”
Meng Qi looked melancholy and sighed softly.
The prosperous scene of the Chu Dynasty is already an untraceable past.
"There must be a lantern festival in Taijing now."
"It's not that time." Meng Qi shook his head slightly and said, "After the Qi Dynasty took over the world, there will be no lantern festivals on the Lantern Festival. Even if the emperor lifts the curfew this year, there will be no more singing and playing artists from the south of the Yangtze River. wine and southern pearls.”
The Qi Dynasty could not deter the neighboring vassal states, and it first lost Jiangnan, and then lost Chu.
The people are displaced, and how many skilled folk artists can be seen on the night of the Yuan Dynasty.
"You lived in Taijing for many years?"
"Since I became a national teacher."
Meng Qi paused for a while, and then said: "My memory of the past is very vague, but the lively scenes in the market and temple fairs are very familiar. Just like this wild gathering, the voices heard in the early morning seem to be very familiar. I saw it in a dream."
Mo Li thought to himself that the Taijing dragon veins took many years to transform into shape. Before that, he naturally didn't stay alone in the deep mountains and wild forests like himself. Taijing is the capital of all dynasties. The prosperity of the world used to fall asleep with the dragon veins. The silk and bamboo orchestras are endless, there are countless poems and songs, and there are endless clothes.
How many talents, sing in a low voice.
How many beautiful women, the love is melancholy.
In the end, with the disaster of war, the prosperity was wiped out, and the whole city was crying and wailing.
The winner will step on the blood and enter the imperial city to take the throne.
This is a cycle, and the descendants of tomorrow's winners are the fates of today's losers.
Day after day, year after year, after Taijing Longmai wakes up, what will you think? Could it be that Longmai has no feelings for the people who live above him? Meng Qi and Chu Yuandi pacified the world back then, hoping that the prosperous world would be peaceful. Could it be because of this
"It was agreed to stay for three days, but it ended up being delayed here for a long time. By this time tomorrow, we should leave."
Mo Li looked at the dragon passing by the door of the house, and people came to greet him from time to time.
So I got some miscellaneous items, including half a bowl of steaming dumplings.
The dumplings are made of thick noodles, slightly yellow in color, with no filling in them, and are small floating in the soup.
"What's the taste?" Meng Qi asked while looking at the ink carp.
The ink carp smiled, what flavor can it have, there is no soy sauce or salt in this soup.
"You eat one by yourself, don't you know?" Mo Li held the bowl and gave Meng Qi the spoon in his hand.
It's not that he doesn't want to find another one, but that there is no spoon in the house at all. This bowl of soup dumplings and the spoon were sent by someone else.
Meng Qi carefully held the spoon.
It was too cold, and after getting close to the bowl, the white mist filled the air, and it was almost impossible to see the opposite side.
Meng Qi slowly ate a dumpling, and after a while he said, "It's sweet."
"Sugar is more expensive than salt. If you can't afford it, where can there be sweetness?" Doctor Mo suspected that Meng Qi's taste was wrong.
"Try again, doctor."
Meng Qi naturally scooped one out with a spoon and handed it to Mo Li.
Mo Li was skeptical, thinking that if there is sugar, this bowl of soup dumplings must not be eaten any more, and it must be sent back to others.
He lowered his head and swallowed the gnocchi on the spoon.
... no sweetness
Mo Li looked up suspiciously, and saw a smile in Meng Qi's eyes through the fog, and was immediately stunned.
Is this being played
"Brother Meng, don't be kidding."
"No joke, I'm happy, everything I eat is sweet." Meng Qi stirred the spoon in the bowl and ate two more dumplings, unable to hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth.
Mo Li was not angry, and continued to hold the bowl: "What's the matter with joy?"
"This time, this place, the people I saw, and... you, doctor."
Meng Qi raised his eyes, the fog had dissipated, and the expression on his face made Mo Li froze for a while.
Is this the joy of finding the same kind
wrong.
This look is like a beast in the mountains seeing its prey, Doctor Mo thought to himself.
Eyes gleaming with joy and drooling.
Mo Li blinked, and his eyes turned into pure joy, as if it was his illusion just now.
"Hand out."
"… "
Mo Li did not allow Meng Qi to refuse, and gave him a pulse.
The heartbeat seems to be a little faster, and the inner breath is also a little abnormal, and then carefully identify, this yang qi goes through the inner meridian...
Doctor Mo stood there stiffly, his mind a little dizzy.
He probed again in disbelief, and Meng Qi suddenly pulled his hand back.
The two of you look at me, I look at you, the atmosphere is indescribably awkward.
Meng Qi blurted out because he was ill when he was talking just now, and almost couldn't control his lower body - his mind was buzzing, and he didn't know if it was a serious illness, or if he had such thoughts about the doctor in his heart.
The ink carp thought sluggishly, a certain sign is in humans—well, everything in the world has the desire to reproduce, and does the dragon vein also have it
How can a mountain reproduce
Mo Li's eyes slid down, staring at Meng Qi's lower abdomen. However, even if the martial arts master is motivated, he can forcibly suppress it with internal force, and nothing can be seen from the outside.
"Doctor, I may have gone crazy just now..."
Meng Qi's voice was weak and weak, and Mo Li didn't believe even a single word.
Both of them were thinking hard, but one was racking his brains to turn the page, and the other was pressing the page to death.
"There is no such thing as goofy"
"I fell ill just now, and I haven't taken Ningshen Pill for too long..."
"When you're sick, you just want to kill people, not someone to spend a spring night with." Mo Li said mercilessly.
The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched, and he found a ladder to help him down when there were no steps, but the doctor insisted on taking the ladder away! Is this the doctor? Is there any compassion
Meng Qi wanted to say that he had eaten the wrong thing. He remembered that when he was fighting the world, the army was short of food. Several of their generals and leaders cut down on their food. They were so hungry that they went to the mountains to shoot and hunt for wild vegetables, and ate a meal of venison. The rest of the wild vegetables were brought back to their subordinates for tooth sacrifice. As a result, in the middle of the night, everyone felt like a fire was burning in their hearts, and they had to jump into the river.
After soaking in cold water, I quickly woke up. It's so humiliating that everyone doesn't want to mention it, but there are so many people who have been recruited that they can't hide it from being drunk.
After investigation, the problem was not the venison, but the wild vegetables.
In other words, it's okay to eat it alone, but it will kill you if you add it up.
It's winter now, and I can't find any wild vegetables at all. Besides, the doctor has eaten everything Meng Qi has eaten these days, so there is no excuse at all!
Distraught, Meng Qi lost control again.
"Why would I want to spend a spring night with the doctor..."
Meng Qi bit his tongue sharply, and the pain caused him to instantly regain his senses, and blurted out: "During the Lantern Festival."
"… Oh."
Mo Li nodded, entered the room with the bowl in hand, and slammed the door shut.
Meng Qi, who was holding a spoon, stood there, suddenly realized what he had said, and hurriedly pushed open the door.
Fortunately, the house is broken and there is no bolt.
"Doctor, I didn't mean to celebrate the Lantern Festival... No, that's not what I meant..."
Mo Li put the bowl on the table and said without raising his head, "You don't need to say more, I already understand."
Meng Qi was shocked, he threw the spoon back into the bowl, chased after him and continued, "I can't even figure out what the other one is thinking. How do you know, doctor? You know..."
"You want to spend a spring night with me."
Mo Li said blankly that his ears were a little hot, but his hair was covering it, so no one could see it.
Meng Qi: "..."
It's not just that there are no ladders, it's demolishing the house!