sun and moon return

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the new year, and I had to go out for a few days.

On Dongyue 29, according to the custom of Xiaojiawan, freshly killed pigs, cattle, sheep and other livestock are taken, and a large iron pot is set up to prepare newly brewed sorghum wine. Each household prepares different dishes and picks a whole Luokung, when the sun goes down at night, a fire is lit, and seven or eight families gather in a yard to have a feast of slaughtering pigs.

This year it was the turn of a family surnamed Zhang. In an old village more than ten minutes away from Xiaojiawan, Xiao's father and Xiao's mother brought their two daughters, Lu Hezhe, Zheli, and Feidao, and prepared various preparations. Chinese food ingredients, closed the shop at dusk, and hit the road.

When the sun goes down, a courtyard is very lively, with torches lit on all sides. The adults warn the children to play carefully, and the young and strong men chop pigs, cows, and sheep into large pieces of [-] to [-] catties, and throw them into iron pots. He brought a few more jars of wine, and poured out forty bowls out of the simplest yellow porcelain bowls.

The women helped wash the dishes, picked up the cooked meat, cut it into palm-sized pieces while it was hot, filled a dozen pots, threw the bones to the dogs running around in the crowd, and gave them to the greedy children. One piece, tell him to eat next to him.

After cooking the big vegetables, pour out the water in the pot, pour in the cooked spicy soup, put in some sliced ​​meat, potatoes, cabbage, cucumber, various mushrooms... the vegetables brought by each family → Pour it in.

"Let's open!" Someone in the crowd yelled, and there was the sound of clinking dishes and chopsticks.

"Come on, drink!" Everyone picked up the wine bowls, raised their heads and drank the spirits. They didn't use their chopsticks very much. They grabbed the slices of meat, rolled them in the prepared miso, or wrapped them with a few cloves of garlic, Throw it straight into your mouth.

Zheli, Feidao, and Lu Hezhe were not considered locals, so they sat around a little far away. There was also a large bowl of sliced ​​meat and miso in front of them, and there were chili noodles and garlic next to them. Father Xiao and mother Xiao didn't care about them. So Er helped to look after him, got a cup, poured some wine, and drank half of the cup first, it was so hot that he stuck out his tongue.

Lu Hezhe was like a starving ghost, he was a familiar man, he couldn't drink too much, so he scooped up well water, pretended it was wine, and went around eating and drinking. The first hot dish cooked in the pot, he The first one rushed up to taste it, and ate everything, scurrying around like a monkey.

He ran away, and Xi'er stayed beside Zheli and Feidao. Maybe it was because of drinking, or maybe it was because the two of them were completely immersed in their own world. She stood up and fanned the face of the flying red cloud, and said angrily : "I'm a bit redundant, I'll go find my parents."

"..." Zheli couldn't figure it out, so he watched her go away.

Lu Hezhe was like a fish, he carried a fat chicken leg with his chopsticks and ran back in a hurry, yelling to burn it, while throwing the chicken leg into the chili plate.

He skillfully picked up a large piece of meat, wrapped the leaves of an unknown vegetable that he just brought back together, added garlic and chili noodles, and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite.

Looking at his big mouth like a dumpling skin with a folded dress, he made a difficult chewing movement, with both hands still holding his mouth, probably because he was afraid that his mouth would burst.

Seeing Zheli looking at himself with a complicated face, he whimpered and didn't know what he was talking about, his eyes widened like a fish about to choke to death.

After a while, Lu Hezhe swallowed some food. He picked up the pot of wine and poured it into his mouth. After taking a sip, he seemed to think it was not bad, so he simply swallowed the rest of the food along with the wine.

Zheli gave him a thumbs up.

He sucked his index finger and looked at the two with disgust: "You two don't eat or drink, what are you doing here?" He picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in miso sauce and handed it to Zheli, "Taste it, it's good Eat it. Absolutely authentic!"

Zheli has actually eaten several pieces, and it is really delicious, fresh, simple, and full of wildness.

Out of politeness, he took the piece of meat, and Lu Hezhe pointed to the basket over there: "There are still vegetable leaves in the basket, add chili noodles and wrap some garlic, it will be more delicious."

Singing began around the center of the fire. Lu Hezhe was gnawing on his chicken leg, stretched his neck and slipped past as if he had heard some order.

Zheli ate the piece of meat, imitating their method, wrapping garlic with the piece of meat, and handing it to Feidao.

Feidao glanced at the piece of meat, and then at Zheli, with a delicate expression.

"Master, life is about trying, how can you accept it if you don't try it?" Zheli said earnestly "seduce".

Feidao glanced at him, stretched out his hand and picked up a small handful of chili noodles, and threw it on the garlic-wrapped center: "I'll just have a taste."

He took a bite with Zheli's hand, the spicy taste was mixed with the fresh slices of meat, and the fat came out from the meat, accompanied by a slight fishy smell, which was quickly covered by the smell of garlic.

It felt odd, but for someone who had not eaten much, or at most bland food, for decades, it was a little irritating.

He poured out a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it.

The wine enters the abdomen along the throat, like a fire burning along the way, a wave of heat rises from the dantian.

Zheli ate the leftover meat, observed Fei who was still tasting: "Master, are you okay?"

Feidao nodded and coughed lightly.

Applause erupted from the crowd, and the younger generation of several families gathered around the center, singing and dancing, while the people on the periphery sang songs and tapped their bowls with chopsticks to beat the beat, celebrating the bumper harvest of the year.

Lu Hezhe clapped his hands, ran to the dancers, and started dancing with them.

"That's great." Zheli sighed, holding chopsticks and beating along with the crowd, his body shaking with the rhythm.

In the ancient and unrestrained melody, there are tenacious and optimistic people's gratitude for the harvest, love for life, expectation for the coming year, and the simplest expression of happiness.

"Master, I was thinking before, if my parents were still there, would they be as warm, warm and at ease as Uncle Xiao and the others..."

Before she could express her heartfelt emotion, Xi'er rushed out from the crowd: "Ah Li, come dance with me."

Zhe Li was still in a daze, but Xi'er grabbed her wrist. She was like an elf, with enthusiasm and unrestrained eyes, and a flowery smile. She pulled Zhe Li up, and pulled him with a bit of cunning. into the center of the crowd.

"I...I won't..." The young man stood awkwardly among the crowd dancing with the singing, showing a bit of helplessness and pain.

"It's very simple, you see," Xi'er pointed at Lu Hezhe, "just like He Zhe, just dance with me."

At least to carry this song to the end, Zheli had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Xi'er's movements.

He didn't see Feidao's expression, and Feidao was glad that he didn't see it. He laughed at himself, poured another glass of wine, and drank it with his head raised.

The young man in the crowd smiled again, as if he had found some ways to make himself look less stiff, he smiled openly, and devoted himself to this simple joy.

After the dinner, I don't know which one brought out two sacks of melon seeds and peanuts, and everyone sat around and chatted again.

When Xi'er turned her head, she saw that Zheli had already gone in the wrong direction, and she couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

Zheli went back to Feidao and sat down, stretched out his hand to brush away the hair sticking to his face, he was sweating slightly, took off the gown, turned his head, and saw Feidao's eyes were as bright as transparent glass.

He was stunned.

Feidao's expression is also very weird, it seems to be the same as usual, but there is an inexplicable aura.soft?mystery?hollow?confused?Again it was like these emotions were mixed together.

"Master..." As soon as he called out, he smelled the smell of alcohol from Feidao's body, and shook the little flagon that was left, and he figured it out, the master was probably drunk.

Feidao looked at him calmly, with a little wine still on his lower lip, reflecting the firelight, it was very attractive.

Zheli stared blankly, then raised his eyes blankly, as if a stone had been thrown into a lake, those eyes made him unable to look away.

"Bang." With a strong force on the back of his head, Zheli almost bumped into Feidao.

Behind him came Lu Hezhe's exaggerated laughter like a big goose. He leaned on Zheli's back, laughing like someone had tapped his acupoint, and shouted while laughing, "Drink...I can still drink..."

Another drunk...

Zhe Li touched the back of his aching head, felt the weight of Lu Hezhe's reed pole, its weight like a pig, his face gradually became distorted, and he saw the non-dao hand slightly lifted, and made a gesture of opening with a calm expression.

Soon, Lu Hezhe was ruthlessly thrown to the ground like a quilt.

Zhe Li was stunned, and he turned his head to look back. Luckily, Lu Hezhe should be the kind of person who can take a beating, that is, lying on the ground and continuing to laugh... Laughing like his chest is cramping...

Turning around, Feidao smiled and looked at him coldly, showing a trace of disgust, and exhaled alcohol from his nasal cavity, which was probably a cold snort.

After another period of time, the banquet was almost over.Xi'er and Xing'er supported Lu Hezhe, Zhe Li supported Feidao, and the family packed up their things and walked back.

In fact, it is not considered to be supporting the wrong way.

Feidao refused to let him be helped at all, his steps were steady and his expression was the same as usual, but every time he walked a certain distance, he would suddenly stand in place in a daze, so he fell behind.

Zheli simply walked and stopped with him.

It was pitch black in the middle of the night, and suddenly there was snow again in the sky.Feidao stopped where he was and looked up.

Where did they come from and where will they go.

Is it flying freely, or being coerced by the cold wind, helpless.

He stretched out his hand and watched the crystal snowflakes melt into water in his palm.

"Master?" Zheli reached out his hand in concern and shook it in front of his eyes.

Feidao looked at him sideways, with an invisible smile, raised his hand to hold him, and disappeared into the snow.

The two landed steadily on the top of the mountain where they practiced before, Feidao sat facing the cliff, his back was straight, and his eyes fell into the endless darkness in front of him.

Zhe Li also sat down beside him: "Master, actually, I haven't finished what I just said."

"For so many years, you have been the closest person to me. I have no parents, but I still have you. You are my family and the most important person to me." Zhe Li said with a smile.

As if snow had drifted into his eyes, Fei Dao's eyelashes moved, and he sighed softly and long.

"Since you're here, let's practice those two pieces."

The wind was too loud, and Zheli suddenly felt that it was his own auditory hallucinations. He hesitated and tilted his head: "...what?"

Feidao handed him the jade flute that had been cut off.

"..."

Zheli held the jade flute, sobbing in his heart: How could it be, shouldn't it be a warm scene... How could it be like this...