Out of the lion

After Di Xiao left, Di Qingdong sat powerlessly on the ground.

He always felt a sense of trance, as if something separated him from the real world.He lives in this world, but he cannot blend in and is isolated from it.

At this moment, he was probably stunned, and the feeling of trance was even stronger.He remembered when he was a child, he took his mother's hand and went to the field to pick vegetables and leaves.When mom is busy, she will throw a long piece of beans to him as a toy.In the morning in the countryside of Hainan, the sun is slightly warm and there is a very comfortable wind, which is very pleasant.It seems that these unbearable days are all supported by those warm memories.

Di Qingdong's nose was a little sore, he thought, it would be great if he hadn't been selected by Uncle Di Xiao.As soon as this thought came to him, he shook his head again to drive the thought out of his head.If I hadn't followed the lion dance, my mother's medical expenses would have been lost.

Di Qingdong has dreams and has his own ideas about the world. He is not as dull as he looks, but all he can do now is to bow his head and dance the lion.Of course he wanted to leave Di Xiao, leave forever, never see him again, and never want to hear his name again.But what about after leaving?
Like Ah Q, he patted the dust off his body without hesitation, opened the door and went out.

There was that curious senior brother who put his arms around his shoulders and asked him, "It was so scary just now, what did you do?"

"Are you scared to pee? If you want to change someone, you will probably be scared to death."

Di Qingdong didn't care, pushed them away, "Fuck you."

He went back to the dormitory, found a set of clean clothes, took a shower and changed.

He likes to be clean and separates his training from his daily life.No matter how sweaty or dirty he is during training, he will wear clean clothes when he comes back to life.

Just after washing, before he had time to dry his wet hair, he saw Dillon walking towards him.

"Come with me." Dillon just said, and went to drive.

Everyone didn't know what happened, they looked at Di Qingdong curiously.

Di Qingdong was also at a loss, but he didn't think too much, put down the things in his hand, and went to follow Di Long's footsteps.

Behind him, the brothers all speculated that it must be Di Qingdong who caused the catastrophe.

In fact, Di Qingdong knew very well why his uncle was furious before, and even broke his hands and feet so cruelly.Everything is about the notebook.

But he didn't understand why his uncle didn't dare to mention a word about the notebook.

Di Qingdong got into Di Long's car, which was still the same old Mercedes.When the accelerator is stepped on, everything sounds except the horn.

Last time, Lin Xiaoxi put a lot of stinky seafood in the car, which made Di Xiao vomit several times and lost his appetite for several days.Now, the car is cleaned, but it still smells a little.Probably because of this looming strange smell, Di Qingdong felt a little motion sick.

Seeing that he kept his head down and kept silent, Ti Lung was a little annoyed.

"I'm taking you to see Mr. Dai, not asking you to go back to attend your mother's funeral and cheer up!"

Di Qingdong raised his head and glanced at Di Long blankly.

Dillon was annoyed by his oozy attitude, and spat: "Trash."

The car stopped in front of an office building. After thinking for a while, Dillon took the car around to a more remote parking space.

After the car stopped, Di Long tidied up his appearance, and turned around to remind Di Qingdong: "I'll see Mr. Dai later, be smart, speak when you should speak, and don't say a word when you should not. If something happens Wrong, when I get back, I will tear your mouth apart."

Seeing that Di Qingdong didn't respond, he asked angrily, "Did you hear clearly?"

"understood."

Di Qingdong followed Di Long into the office building, and there were already staff waiting there.

The staff brought them to Dai Zhiye.

Dai Zhiye was receiving a guest, and sitting opposite him was an old gentleman with white hair, wearing a Chinese-style white shirt, embroidered with delicate silver dark flowers, elegant like a fairy.

On the table was another person that Di Qingdong knew so well, Di Xiao.

When Di Xiao saw Di Qingdong, his eyes widened in surprise.

Dai Zhiye glanced at Di Xiao with a half-smile, and greeted Di Qingdong: "Are you Di Qingdong?"

Di Qingdong lowered her head, "Yes."

"Sit down, it's just for you to hear if what we old guys are saying is right or not." Dai Zhiye's tone surprised Di Xiao and the others.With Dai Zhiye's status, Di Qingdong is not even qualified to serve him tea, how could he call him here and talk to him in an affectionate and gentle tone?
Di Qingdong glanced at Di Xiao.

Di Xiao frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied that Dai Zhiye called Di Qingdong here.However, on the surface, there was still a thin smile on his face, "Mr. Dai asked you to sit, so you sit."

Di Qingdong sat down very cautiously.

The old man gave a dry laugh, but the expression in his eyes did not have that kind of free and easy fairy energy.

The old man felt uncomfortable because he felt that Dai Zhiye didn't respect him enough.What kind of character is he, a living and breathing antique, in other words, a national treasure.He is the most authoritative person in the study of lion dance.A dumb kid deserves to sit with him?

Di Xiao was more uncomfortable than the old man.

Di Xiao looked down on Di Qingdong from the bottom of his heart, and the reason why he kept Di Qingdong by his side was only because he liked his lion dance talent.

The most important thing is that he is a master, yet he sits on an equal footing with the apprentice at Dai Zhiye's dinner table.In face and psychologically, I can't make it through.

Another point is that he only scolded Di Qingdong before he came here.In a blink of an eye, Di Qingdong was on an equal footing with him?He can't take it.

Dai Zhiye smiled at the old gentleman: "The old gentleman can continue to talk about the art of lion dance. It happens that young people are present, so they can learn more experience and get some inspiration."

The old gentleman glanced at Di Qingdong contemptuously, and said: "I have seen the lion dance performance of the Nine Heavens Lions. It is very talented and has aura. Generally speaking, it is not bad. There is indeed room for improvement."

Dai Zhiye said: "After hearing what you said, old man, I feel at ease."

The old gentleman said: "Lion dance, the movements are very important, and the demeanor is also very important, but these are not the most important."

"Oh? Old sir, you have to talk about the method of this." Dai Zhiye looked modest, studious and serious.

The old man was obsessed with interpreting his understanding of lion dance, and let go of his previous arrogant posture.

After the old man had done his best, he said slowly: "The most important thing is spiritual energy."

"Aura is the soul of the Lions team, its memory point, and its backbone."

"I have studied the blue lion all my life, and I believe that the aura of the blue lion lies in its evil spirit. It has evil spirit, murderous aura, and the aura of gods blocking and killing gods, and Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas. I can see this in the Jiutian Lions team. of."