Konoha Feige

"I miss you too." Meng Xiaolu murmured, burying her head tightly in Zhao Shuqin's arms.

The two lingered in the bathroom for a while, then went out to the yard and fed the ducks as if nothing had happened.

When I was young, a middle-aged man came into the yard carrying a large piece of pork.But it was Meng Xiaolu’s father, Meng Zhenggang.

Zhao Shuqin hurriedly greeted him. "Uncle is back!" Zhao Shuqin smiled enthusiastically.

"Shu Qin is here!" the middle-aged man said loudly.He was ready to put the pork down.

Zhao Shuqin quickly stepped forward to assist.The two of them worked together to unload the pork on the table nearby.Meng Zhenggang wiped the sweat from his head and asked Meng Xiaolu to get a basin of water to wash his face.Meng Xiaolu brought a basin of water.Meng Zhenggang wiped his face hastily and arranged for lunch.

"Shuqin, you came at the right time. Today the village holds a Tuwang Festival Dong Song Competition. Many friends came to watch the competition. I killed two ducks and planned to entertain them, but they didn't come. It's better not to come, we two. Done." Meng Zhenggang said cheerfully, and while instructing Meng Xiaolu to light the stove fire, he took out the killed duck and chopped it into small pieces.

Only then did Zhao Shuqin realize that today was the sixth day of the first lunar month, the annual Tuwang Festival in their Zaixi Dong village.Every day on this day, their village holds a Dong singing competition, inviting singers from all over the country to compete on the same stage and show off their singing voices.

"Is the business good today, uncle?" Zhao Shuqin asked.

"Not bad. I slaughtered three pigs today and almost sold them all. The village has reserved the remaining pigs for a banquet for guests." Meng Zhenggang said happily.

Meng Zhenggang is the village butcher and an expert in breeding.Zhao Shuqin has been engaged in pig slaughtering and selling business in the village for more than ten years since he can remember. He is a veritable pork king in the village.Relying on the pork business, Meng Zhenggang allowed his family to live a life without worries about food and clothing. Although they were not rich, they were still well-off.

At that moment, Meng Zheng had just fried a pot of plasma duck, a plate of pork loin and a plate of pork belly, put the wine on the table, and was about to have a drink with Zhao Shuqin.At first, Zhao Shuqin didn't want to drink.Helplessly, Meng Zhenggang insisted on letting him drink, saying that he had graduated from high school and was about to go to college, so he could drink appropriately. He also kept emphasizing that not drinking would mean looking down on him as an uncle. Zhao Shuqin had no choice but to accompany him with beer.Meng Xiaolu drank tea instead of wine and sat aside to accompany them.

After a few glasses of wine, Zhao Shuqin and Meng Zhenggang both became red-faced and intoxicated.Zhao Shuqin rarely drank alcohol, but now he had drank several glasses of beer and was already a little drunk.Meng Xiaolu quickly made him a cup of tea.

Meng Zhenggang's voice gradually became louder.

"Baby, you have to come to uncle's place more often in the future. Don't imitate your father. I've asked you countless times, but you can't get it." Meng Zhenggang complained.However, it can be seen that Meng Zhenggang still loves Zhao Shuqin very much.Otherwise, he would not treat Zhao Shuqin with pork belly.In Zaixi Dong Village, using pork belly to entertain guests has always been considered a sign that the host respects the guests and that the guests are more distinguished.

"Maybe he is a little busy, and he is worried that he will trouble you again when he comes here." Zhao Shuqin said with a smile.

"Then what's the trouble? Although our family is not as good as yours, there is still no shortage of food and wine. Take care of it, take care of it!" Meng Zhenggang said with great pride.The sound also went up a few decibels.

"Dad, keep your voice down!" Meng Xiaolu reminded her father in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of? We don't steal or rob, and we have the confidence to be human." Meng Zhenggang said nonchalantly, picked up the wine glass, and drank the remaining wine in one gulp.

Zhao Shuqin also picked up the wine glass and prepared to drink up the beer in the glass.Meng Xiaolu quietly tapped his arm with her elbow to remind him to drink less.Zhao Shuqin naturally understood, so he took a sip and put it down.

"Baby, I just met your dad." Meng Zhenggang continued to speak loudly and burped.

"My dad is here too." Zhao Shuqin was slightly surprised.

"Here we come. Your father also sponsored this event. The village specially invited him to be a guest." Meng Zhenggang lit up a cigarette and took two puffs. "Mr. Shang, the King of Songs, is here too. He seems to be here with your father."

"The King of Singing is here too! Let's go and see it later and listen to the King of Singing singing." Meng Xiaolu said enthusiastically.

"If you want to go, go quickly. They may have to go back to Tiantong later. The big boss is busy with business, so he won't be able to stay long." Meng Zhenggang was so drunk that he began to feel drunk.

"Okay! Okay! Let's go over now. Let's continue drinking with dad in the evening." Meng Xiaolu said happily, grabbed Zhao Shuqin, and ran out in a hurry.

Looking at the intimate figures of the two young people, Meng Zhenggang's intoxicated face showed a happy smile.

Zhao Shuqin and Meng Xiaolu came to the ancient singing venue located in Shangzhai, Zaixi Dong Village.

This is a song venue about the size of a football field.There are many towering old trees growing densely around the singing venue.The ancient branches are lush and dense, covering the singing venue into a deep and solemn place.

There is a tall stage built on the south side of the song venue.In the center of the stage sits a small and exquisite singing fairy pavilion.

At this moment, the singing on the stage was melodious and the people off the stage were buzzing.The dark audience packed the singing venue.Even the branches of the ancient trees around the singing venue that were suitable for people to sit on were occupied without exception.

Zhao Shuqin and Meng Xiaolu tried their best to squeeze into the crowd, found a place right in front of the stage and relatively close to the stage to settle down, and listened quietly to the singers on the stage.Although the audience was noisy, the singers' lyrics could still be heard clearly due to the powerful audio equipment in the venue.

At this time, the person standing in the Singing Fairy Pavilion singing was a middle-aged female singer.She is tall, powerful, and has a loud voice.It's just that in terms of the connection of the lyrics, it's not handled very well. It's a bit abrupt, incoherent, less mellow, and lacks the smooth beauty of being completed in one go.

After the female singer finished singing, the host came out and asked the judges in the audience to give their scores.Zhao Shuqin stood on tiptoe and browsed through the judges' table signs, and suddenly found two familiar names: Shang Wenrong and Zhao Deyin.The two were still next to each other.Behind his father, Zhao Deyin, stood a woman in gorgeous clothes.Judging by her body shape, she must be the woman who was with his father last night.Zhao Shuqin felt very uncomfortable when his father openly brought his mistress to his hometown.This shows that the father no longer cares about other people's opinions and has reached a state of unscrupulousness in engaging in extramarital affairs.He felt sad for his mother's kindness and dedication.

Just when Zhao Shuqin was feeling sad, the audience suddenly burst into warm applause.He came back to his senses and looked up at the stage, only to see Shang Wenrong already standing in the Singing Fairy Pavilion.He first briefly introduced himself and then sang Dong songs for everyone.

Shang Wenrong is indeed a generational king of singers, and he stunned the audience as soon as he opened his mouth.The entire singing venue suddenly fell silent and there was no sound.His singing is like an ancient sweet spring, flowing slowly through the deep river of history, delicately moistening the dry land in everyone's heart, clear, distant, exciting and shocking:

Being young is like the rising sun rising over the East China Sea

Time is like water, I am used to watching the flowers fall and bloom

Take advantage of the time to whip up the horse and gallop around the world

Wait for the time to sing again and go to the Phoenix Stage

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