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Chapter 131 Young

In front of the gas station next to the Sanjiang Highway, a wooden bullock cart that looked out of place with the heavily snowed road and the toll booths along the way was slowly moving forward driven by the Miao old man Ji Ge and his grandson Zhuang Zhuang.

There are bacon, white wine, rice noodles, and new clothes for the juniors in the car. The car is full of the wishes of the family for the whole new year.

Jiger, who is 63 years old this year, has been humming cheerfully and cheerfully because of the upcoming New Year festival. The singing voice is not clear, but it is a festival song sung by local Miao and Dong people.

The song sang about a Miao youth who, despite his poor family, still worked hard every day, and finally got the help of the gods in the sky to bring back fresh rice noodles on New Year's Eve.

This is the true portrayal of the past life of the generation of Jiger's ancestors, but the concept of gods has gradually become blurred in today's society. The characters of the grandparents in the family.

As for him, at this age of being a parent, the spiritual wealth that he can occasionally boast about with his grandchildren and grandchildren is that when he was a little guy, he heard it from his grandfather. I have read stories about various mountain gods in the Miao and Dong regions.

"Grandfather, please tell me about the story about Master Ajia going fishing in the ice cave, then slipping into the river and being saved by the Dragon God..."

"Hey, you kid, how many times have you heard this kind of story at home? Why do you still want to hear it?"

"Um...that's what I want to hear, please tell me again, okay...you can tell me one more time... Please, Grandpa..."

The endless begging of the precious grandson made Jiger, who was sitting in front of the bullock cart and smoking a pipe, choose to compromise a little bit, but given the cliché story of the dragon god saving people in the ice cave, he had already said too much. It has been done many times, so this time he simply planned to change to a new trick.

But for a while, he couldn't think of any particularly impressive stories, so the white-haired old man could only squint his eyes for a while, and then the old god began to tell Zhuang Zhuang a story about him. A story that was rarely told to others before.

It's just that the things he mentioned this time are slightly different from the tall image of the dragon god he always mentioned between the lines before, but the Zhuang Zhuang who was originally full of expectations was taken aback for a while. , stared at him with his mouth wide open for a long time but couldn't say anything. After a long time, he whispered with a tangled face,

"Grandfather, you said... the dragons who live in the Dragon Palace are actually very mean and stingy... they love cleanliness and have a bad temper... they get angry at people at every turn... and they are particularly difficult to serve?"

"Um, yes, if you dare to touch his scales with your hands, he might get angry and eat you..."

"But, but didn't you always say that the scales on the dragon's body are beautiful and powerful, that it can fly in the sky, and that it will be kind enough to come down to earth to help people..."

"Well, it actually depends on his mood that day. If he happens to be in a bad mood that day, then maybe...he will stare at you impatiently, and then say with a stinky face, look What do you think, you are a chubby, stupid little brat who looks like a little pig..."

Zhuang Zhuang was stunned by the realistic imitation of Jiger's sudden rough voice and downcast face. After about four or five seconds, the little fat man who was still fine raised his head with red eyes with a 'sad heart' face. Come and cry,

"Oh no, grandpa, you must be lying, woo, my dragon god is not like this ahh, my dragon god is definitely not like this, I want to go back and tell grandma that you lied to me, He also said bad things about the Dragon God..."

Zhuang Zhuang was so stimulated that he broke down and burst into tears, which made Jiger dumbfounded. After all, he just wanted to make a joke at first. The grandson went home one by one and wanted to tell his old lady Jiger that he was also in a panic, so he coughed and covered the kid's crying mouth in a hurry, and muttered helplessly,

"You little bastard, no, didn't you want to hear this in the first place..."

"Wo, Wo wants to hear the story of the dragon god descending to save people..."

"... But dragons are not free every day, how could they have so much time to go down to save people... usually protect the small fish and shrimps in the river, so many villagers on the bank, and take care of the water ghosts in the river by the way It's not easy if you don't make trouble, okay..."

"Then I also don't believe that Dragon God is a cheapskate who loves to bully children and is fierce all day long... You must have lied to me on purpose..."

"Cough...it's really not..."

"Grandpa!!"

The angry yelling from the grandson next to his ear made Jiger stop his mouth so much that he couldn't hold back the headache. After he exchanged glances with his own little fat man, the gray-haired Jiger curled his lips in compromise and said ,

"Oh, it's okay, I really lost to you...You little bastard, wipe off your tears and tell you another one...I promise you like this, but it has nothing to do with us, it's in Many, many years ago, there was a story about another dragon and an unknown boy on the other side of the mountain..."

"What is this, what story?"

"A dragon stays in the world without hesitation and waits for a hundred years in order to find the young man of the Li nationality who once helped him. This is the so-called...①The story of the dragon turning back."

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"Two catties of mushrooms, pork, bamboo shoots, kudzu root, rice wine and cigarettes, totaling 85 yuan. I'll help you put them in a plastic bag and put them in a basket. See if that's right..."

At the annual New Year's Fair in Dongshan County, a large number of people carrying bamboo baskets, with blue baotou wrapped around their heads and wearing earrings on their ears, wandered around the gate of the rice noodle grain and oil store with the portrait of the dragon god and the bustling crowd on the street. Dong people wearing silver ornaments, local people of Miao nationality.

This kind of lively market is a special tradition on the eve of the local New Year’s Eve, because usually tonight most of the families will gather together to have a sumptuous dinner in advance, so come down the mountain to buy some delicious meat and wine to go back It has become a must for celebrating the festival.

However, this has also led to many local people doing small businesses taking the opportunity to sell their own rice, noodles, grains and oils here. It is common to exchange goods with money, copper products, or exchange vegetables and meat with what they need at home. thing.

The middle-aged stall owner who is speaking broken Mandarin is one of them. Over the years, he will appear here on time almost every few days before the festival to sell his own mushrooms, rice wine and bamboo shoots. Seeing his familiar face, people naturally take care of his business.

It's just that when he was about to pack all the things the man in front of him needed quickly and simply, and was about to hand them out, the middle-aged stall owner who had been lowering his head suddenly met the man wearing it on his right wrist. A crude silver bracelet.

To say that this thin silver bracelet is definitely worthless, but it is special in that this dragon-patterned bracelet that should be worn by ordinary Dong girls now appears on a man with obvious male features. adult man hands.

After being obviously taken aback, he quickly raised his head, and then the middle-aged man with a surprised face stared in surprise and disbelief at the tall, thin man with his long hair cut, dusty and dusty, with a bamboo basket on his back, and laughed loudly. road,

"Hey, it's really you, Yang Hua's father. I almost didn't recognize you when you cut your hair suddenly. This time, you came back before the Chinese New Year? Didn't you hear that you went out early?"

"Well, I'm back early."

"This hair doesn't look as good as your previous hair, but it's still pretty. Where did you get it cut?"

"Well, I just passed by the barber shop in front of me and I tidied up my hair by the way... But may I ask, have you seen Yang Hua on the mountain recently?"

"No, Yang Hua has been very good recently, I haven't seen her running around alone for a long time..."

"②Did you hear that something bad happened on the mountain?"

"Not at all, everything is fine, what happened to the family who let the children run around during the Chinese New Year..."

"...Well, that's good, thank you."

Nodding thoughtfully, and squinting his eyes calmly, he responded to the stall owner. The man called Yang Hua’s father actually looked a little old from his facial features, but for some reason, it was difficult for ordinary people to get along with him. His appearance can tell how old he is this year.

And if there is anything special about this adult male face that is so popular that it does not attract any attention at all, only the pair of slightly charming gray eyes give people a slightly different feeling.

But it is undeniable that such a pair of beautiful eyes are not awkward even on the face of a man who is naturally ordinary and not effeminate.

At least the stall owner most of the time, like other people around him, focuses his attention on this man with a somewhat mysterious background, rather than his appearance.

So at this moment, facing the man's polite thanks, the very nice middle-aged stall owner just smiled warmly and hurriedly shook his hands, saying,

"Oh, no thanks, no thanks, thanks to your help in finding herbal medicine on the mountain before, my wife's rheumatism was cured, I haven't had time to thank you for this... Come on, come on, today just happens to be Xiaonian , take these wild bayberries, black persimmons and dried figs back home for Yang Hua to eat and play... She must be very happy to know that you are back home..."

The man did not reject the stall owner's kindness. After thinking for a while and thanking him briefly, he first settled the bills for the New Year's goods and cigarettes he had bought before, and then picked up the basket again and said goodbye to the stall owner. He walked away slowly towards the crowd.

And along the way, it is inevitable to meet all kinds of people who suddenly recognize his face. After relatively passively accepting some meat and pickles that are always prepared during the Chinese New Year, they finally take advantage of the Chinese New Year to go home. At this moment, the man who was finally able to go home to see his daughter found himself in front of Laota, a truck driver who usually smokes outside the market and waits for his business.

"Huh? You came back to celebrate the New Year today... Don't you usually have to wait a few more days?"

As usual, this is the opening remark. After receiving the pack of cigarettes thrown by the man casually, the old tower opened it in a good mood, lit it and smoked one. When he saw that he was sitting in the passenger seat, his complexion was obviously not very good. The man himself did the same After lowering his head and lighting a cigarette, the old man with a cigarette in his mouth added doubtfully,

"Why don't you look in a good mood? It can't be that the matter of finding someone is not going well this time, right?"

"..."

These words made the silent man leaning on the passenger seat silent for a while, and after he looked expressionlessly at the ugly and haggard face reflected in the front mirror of the car, he narrowed his gray eyes. Eyes opened their mouths noncommittally,

"It's never been smooth, and it's nothing or nothing."

These words are actually quite calm, but for some reason it gives people a feeling of discomfort, even depression, and every time I see him, I usually say these words, knowing that he might listen Can't go down, but the old Tata still couldn't bear to say,

"Well, it's actually because you are too persistent. A person you have spent so many years and can't find, the chances of him still existing in this world are very slim..."

"..."

"Think about it, you still have Yang Hua by your side, at least you won't be helpless when you get old, why wait for such a completely hopeless person..."

"..."

"People should treat themselves well. Think about how many places you have been looking for over the years, and you almost went door-to-door to find them one by one. But everything actually depends on fate. In case you and that person This time there is really no fate, there is nothing you can do if you have been unwilling to let go..."

Lao Ta said these words because he really regarded him as a friend in his heart. In the past, he might not have said these unpleasant things, but after listening to him say so much, the man who has been smoking lazily with his head up is There was never a serious response, and just when Laota thought he would not answer himself at all, the man with squinted eyes said in a very calm tone,

"I remember a guy saying the same thing to me 24 years ago."

"..."

"There was also 12 years ago."

"..."

"It was there six years ago, and it seemed to be there five years ago."

"..."

"However, my answer is the same every year. Unless that person shows up in person one day and tells me not to wait for him, I will definitely find him."

"..."

"He said, never leave me alone, I have to ask him personally if he has forgotten this sentence now."

These words made Lao Ta speechless, because he suddenly found that he didn't seem to know how to persuade the stubborn guy next to him, and he was a little moved, and even really wanted to encourage him.

But obviously, a man who is used to such a day-to-day life does not need his encouragement, because his eyes are calm and unwavering from the beginning to the end.

So much so that when Laota sent him to the steep path in front of Fan Village and let him down again like many years before, he watched the man who had cut his long hair slowly prepare to leave when the year was about to pass. , He stopped talking for a long time and still yelled such words to his back.

"Hey, the mountain doesn't seem to be peaceful recently. I passed the chicken coop rock in front of me several times and saw the red moon. You have to take a good look at the poplar flowers. It's best to go to the mountain when you have time. Don't let your stupid What happened to my daughter?"

"..."

"Also, you still look better with long hair. Next time, don't cut it just because you are in a bad mood. Everything will be fine... Also, happy new year, welcome home, Gentiana Qin."

"..."

These words made the man who was walking forward alone with a bamboo basket on his back stop for a while. After thinking about it carefully in his mind, he found that it seemed that he hadn't heard his real name called by his real name for a long time, so he stopped. After stepping towards the old man behind him and waving his hand, he turned his head and said lightly,

"Well, thank you, I wish you a happy new year too, old tower."

The author has something to say: ①Longhuihui: Remember this story, it will appear later, highlight the key points

②Remember this conversation between the stall owner and his aunt, this is a foreshadowing, this is a foreshadowing, this is a foreshadowing