It's the Dragon Boat Festival again.
Yi Mo was very reluctant to shut himself in the house and refused to go out. No matter how much Liuyan knocked on the door, he didn't want to pay attention to him. He sat by the window and looked through the crack in the courtyard, looking at the fiery red pomegranate tree. . Last year, it produced a lot of fruit, but it didn't even make enough wine. Which idiot missed his pomegranate
Yi Mo recalled carefully, when the Zhang family next door married a wife, Liu Yan picked a basket and gave it away; on the day the school in the town opened for classes, Liu Yan also gave a basket; I have to grab a few of his big red pomegranates... A pomegranate tree that has been so long and full of fruits was given away by Liu Yan, and I didn't remember to leave a little bit for him to brew pomegranate wine. It's really disgusting.
How can there be such an unreasonable person who has missed his pomegranate and dragged him out for the festival.
The more Yi Mo thought about it, the more unhappy he became, he snorted and closed all the gaps in the window lattice.
"Are you really ignoring me?" The voice outside the door was habitually helpless, it was just asking, and there was no intention of waiting for his response. Just pacing back and forth outside the door, still waiting for his change of heart. The footsteps were much slower than in memory, with the slowness of old age, but still at a leisurely pace.
After waiting for a while, the footsteps became lighter, slowly getting lighter and farther away.
It just went away.
Yi Mo was furious, and just as he walked over and opened the door, a large bunch of wormwood hanging on the lintel fell wildly from the sky, scattered all over the place and blossomed. He frowned all of a sudden, the unpleasant smell all over his body made him dizzy. At this time, there was movement from the back room, and he hurried over to see that the window that he had just closed was already wide open, and a little old man with white hair stepped in with a swiftness that didn't suit his skill.
The midsummer noon sun was just right, and his white hair was as clear and clean as silk, shimmering. He just stood there, patting the dust off his sleeves, smiling like an urchin, and suddenly frowned: "I'm twisting my waist."
He can really toss.
Yi Mo stared, "If you don't walk through the door, you have to climb the window. Since when have you become so young?"
"I don't know which temper kept me outside and refused to answer the door." The old man retorted, rubbing his old waist while walking over and tugging at his sleeves: "I've all come in, the whole room is full of You don't like the smell of wormwood, why don't we go out and be stubborn?"
The older he gets, the worse he gets, and he resorted to such deceitful tricks. Yi Mo thought that if he didn't go out again, realgar powder would fly all over the room.
I had no choice but to agree reluctantly, and asked again: "Does your waist hurt anymore?"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
"No realgar wine."
"No no no."
"Don't eat zongzi."
"One?"
"No, it's just your useless stomach."
"half each?"
"Take a bite."
"...Two mouthfuls?"
They bargained slowly, while rummaging through clothes for traveling.
"Hair." Liu Yan said.
Yi Mo sat solemnly in front of the bronze mirror, let the old man stand behind him, and used a rhinoceros horn comb to comb his long, messy hair. His long hair gradually became white, strands mixed with black, and his temples turned gray. many. Withered hands dexterously rolled up those gray hairs, combed them properly, the last one didn't hurt him, and tied his crown firmly.
Liu Yan stared at the well-groomed person in the bronze mirror for a while. It's still the same sentence.
"You are so pretty."
After so many years, this sentence is not tired of hearing it at all. Yi Mo curled up his lips and smiled, he was in a good mood and didn't bother with him about the pomegranate that was ignorant last year, he took his hand and stepped out of the room, and went to this Duanyang Festival together.
Although there is nothing good about it, even though he is already a human being, he doesn't like this festival. Realgar wine, wormwood and calamus are all things he doesn't like. However, there is someone he likes by his side, which offsets all his dislikes.
"Dragon boat!" Liu Yan raised his finger and pointed to the brightly colored wooden boats on the river, and then pointed to the mighty flow of people along the river: "I don't want to squeeze my old bones, you take me to a high place to see."
"I want to take you to fly to see." Yi Mo looked down at his hands: "But I am also an old bone."
As he spoke, he became unhappy again, and looked at his mottled hands with a gloomy face. Yi Mo also knew that this was wrong, but the older he got, the more eccentricities he had, and his temper was not under his control.
"Then go and squeeze." Liu Yan grabbed his arm and dragged him away without waiting for his reaction.
The beauty of the good days is so short, how can he be allowed to mourn the spring and the autumn. The two old men rushed into the crowd with one dragging the other, which frightened the others. The neighbors have been in the village for decades, and no one knows them. Afraid that the two of them would collide badly, they couldn't dodge immediately, stepped on and pushed each other, and made way for the two of them in embarrassment.
"Mr. Liu, slow down!" The young man couldn't stand being pushed, and shouted, "There is a place for the two of you on the high platform, why don't you squeeze in here?"
"Huh?" Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, then stopped and asked Yi Mo: "Have you accepted the post?"
Yi Mo thought for a long time before he remembered such a thing, so he nodded and said, "Maybe."
"Then shall we go to the high platform?"
"No." Yi Mo looked around and suddenly changed his decision: "Just squeeze!"
He said so, and Liu Yan naturally followed suit, so the two well-dressed old men, holding each other tightly, rushed through a sea of people, screaming and killing the surrounding people, and rushed to the front of the river in one breath. A few sailors on the dragon boat saw the situation was funny, and shouted: "You two elders just get on the boat and make a fortune for us, okay?"
Liu Yan looked back at Yi Mo again, but Yi Mo didn't answer, and dragged him to climb onto the boat. The two of them climbed up and sat in the center. A group of strong young men next to them were extremely happy, eagerly preparing for it. .
"Draw well," Yi Mo said, "I'll invite you to drink if you win, and each of you can choose one piece of jade from my jade shop."
The young man looked at him and then at Liu Yan. Seeing Mr. Liu nodded, he immediately shouted. Sure enough, when the racing order sounded, the boat was rowed more bravely than any other boat, and rushed out invincibly.
No suspense took the first place.
What a day of joy.
Everyone in the town was overjoyed, especially the group of sailors who had earned the top spot. Sure enough, each of them picked out a piece of jade that he liked, and none of them took the best stuff. .
Yi Mo even drank three glasses of realgar wine, and allowed Liu Yan to eat a whole big rice dumpling.
"The two elders will come to take my boat again next year." The young man patted his chest and promised: "I will earn you the first place next year."
"it is good."
Liu Yan came down and turned to look at Yi Mo with joyful smiles.
They didn't wait for the two old men to board their dragon boat the next year.
Before the dragon boat race started, their only son closed the jade shop and told them that the two old men were gone.
Instead, they left a small jade-carved dragon boat for each of them.
It is said to be a gift carved by the two of them.