Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

The cicadas are singing loudly, the solar terms have just passed, and the Fu family class is doing funerals.

The wooden piles in the courtyard were scattered high and low, and it was too late to collect them.The white gauze wrapped the small square courtyard like a barbaric fog.The lion hall is arranged as a mourning hall, filled with chrysanthemums.Outside the hall, two snow-white filial lions, with their heads facing outward, lay dormant on the straw mat.

The sun is scorching.

After noon, the lame man in white clothes and black trousers had to enter the mourning hall, first lit candles and incense, and held a large bowl filled with clean water to worship three times.He turned around and picked up the grapefruit leaves, and bowed to the tablet three more times with the man behind him holding the white silk.Once out of the mourning hall, he tied the white silk to the horns of the filial lion.

The two horses and lions closed their eyelids, straightened the lions, and remained motionless.

"Father, what are they doing?" Outside the courtyard, the little girl was lying in the arms of the adults, braided.

The man hissed and said softly: "This is for the lion to consecrate. The lion cannot be used without consecration. No one dares to make an exception."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lame man shouted loudly in the courtyard: "Bai Hua Gui Jiao, heaven knows!"

After exhaling, he sprinkled pomelo leaves dipped in water on the mirrors in front of the foreheads of the two filial lions, then the lions' heads and faces, ears, eyes and tongues, then their backs, lions' tails, and finally their front and rear feet.

"One sprinkling mirror shows filial piety, two sprinkling the head and tail shows sincerity, three sprinkling the front paws to protect the Ming Lord, four sprinkling the rear feet to climb the lotus platform!" After the lame man finished four sprinkling, he returned to the front of the lion head, dipped the pomelo leaves in the end Sprinkle a handful of water on the left, right, and middle of the filial lion.

The water drops and sinks into the soil. "Xiong-lion-rise!"

"But this is not a real lion, it's all fake." The little girl asked again.

The man sighed: "This is called a southern lion, not a real lion, but better than a real lion."

"Southern lion... what is a southern lion?" She looked in hard, and all the white lions sleeping on the straw mat just now opened their eyes, but the one on the left had only one lion head, and its tail dragged pitifully on the ground. , like half of the body is missing.

The one on the right is not like this, there are two people under the lion's back. "Father, what does it mean to be better than a real lion?"

The man said in the sound of gongs and drums: "Because the lion dance is a martial art, there are so many rules. Now this is called a filial lion in the courtyard, which is rarely seen. The dance method is completely different from the usual lion dance. If you don't train, you won't be able to dance." Rehearsal, no special study, only word of mouth.”

The girl asked innocently: "Why don't you rehearse?"

"Because when the filial lion comes out, someone must pass away, so you can't show the lion's body easily." The man said, "The filial lion is also called Ma Chao lion. It has white eyebrows and beard, black eyes half closed, and the lion's head should be placed on the straw mat. The consecration must be led into the mourning hall by the family members of the deceased. People do not move, and it does not move easily. Listen, the sound of the drum is also monotonous, and the drumsticks cannot be knocked on the side. Only those who are highly respected are worthy of the lion and the filial lion. The filial lion Once the dance is over, it will be burned and cannot be kept.”

At this moment, the two lions in the courtyard are already kneeling outside the mourning hall, waiting to be led in. They are neither lively nor aggressive, but kneeling tremblingly, with each leg and knee digging into the ground.The lion's eyes were half opened and closed, slowly raised its head with the sound of gongs and drums, and then hung down haggardly.The sound of the drum is dignified, and the mirror on its forehead reflects the light.

The lame man went to burn incense, the lion head stared at the spiritual tablet, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, as if he had penetrated human nature, really visible.

"Dad, look, there is a word behind the lion's head, what is the word?" She pointed.

The man quickly took back her little hand. "That character is pronounced Fu. Usually, the back of the lion's head must be named, write Master, and write the name of the lion hall, because the rules of lion walking are more than your nine-nine multiplication table."

"is it?"

"Yes, if two lions who are not from the same family meet each other on a narrow road, they must beat the drum and dance to each other. They must respectfully worship each other three times. They must not blink or kick their legs, and they must not raise their heads to provoke. At the end, they must hand out a name card, with the lion's head on top of the lion's head. The other party’s own background. If they are disrespectful, the two teams of lions will fight. The filial lions are different, and only write the surname of the funeral.”

"So many rules...it's boring." She was tired of listening, the drums were monotonous and not lively at all, the two lions seemed to be crying, and their big eyes seemed to be filled with tears.

"As long as there is a serious gym name and surname behind the lion head, even if the lion dancer is as big as you, even if there is only half a lion left, then the martial arts gym opposite will worship the lions to show respect. Because lions walk The most taboo is ignorance of etiquette, integrity and shame, and misbehavior." The man looked into the hall.

The filial lion kneeled and walked to the front of the tablet, and the lion's head did not dare to exceed the height of the spiritual tablet. "Girl, look at the big banner in the courtyard. The gold characters on the purple background depict Beijing Fujiaban. The two flags next to it are written with martial arts virtues and lion virtues on the other. The big characters in the martial arts hall read Zheng. just."

She couldn't read it, she just felt bored. "That flag is so big, it's taller than both of them, so it must be very heavy, right?"

"Heavy, that's the class flag, it's the face of the Fujiaban, but now it's a fake, the real flag is lost in another hall. In the past, the Fujiaban was beautiful, and there were more than 20 lions in its heyday. Now..." the man Choked up.

It happened that the filial lion knelt and walked to the left side of the spiritual seat.He felt sore: "This is the last pair of southern lions in the Fu family class, and half of them were lost."

The daughter blinked: "Father, how do you know so much?"

"Because Dad liked this very much when he was your age. He practiced with the head of the Fujia class for a few months, and ran here after class. Lion dance is best practiced at an early age, and the brothers and sisters hold together as a group. It will last for a long time to see the kung fu. There is a tacit understanding. Once on the 6-meter-high pile, the lion head will hand over his life to the lion tail. If something happens, it will depend on the lion tail to save him."

"Then do you still practice later?"

"Later...Later, Dad was beaten home with a big stick by your grandfather, and he didn't get out of bed until he was raised for half a month. He never dared to enter this courtyard again."

"Ah?" She shook her head in disbelief, "Why did Grandpa beat you?"

"Because of Lion Walking... now you don't make any money after practicing." The man wiped the corner of his eyes, "Fujiaban is completely ruined."

The fire was raised in the courtyard, ready to burn the lion.The crackling sparks seem to compare the scorching sun.Suddenly, the half-headed filial lion dragging the lion rod stood up, raised its head high, and then slowly took it off.The one next to him followed closely behind, and the three shirtless boys in black pants knelt down towards the mourning hall, all refusing to cry, their shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

One of the round-inch boys was kneeling right under the inauguration. He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with sweat and tears streaming down his back.

Three years later.

click.Fu Cheng heard the sound of the camera shutter and opened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the subject of the photo was not really asleep. The two little girls put away their phones in a hurry, not daring to look up.

Fu Cheng clutched his stomach and sat up straight. He learned to stand like a pine and sit like a bell since he was a child, but he couldn't bear the stomach pain.I don't even know how to deal with it.

Embarrassed.Growing up in the lion hall, the worldly sophistication of the society is blinding.It's okay if the guy is secretly taking pictures, but the girl... Forget it, just pretend not to know.

The bus wobbled and continued on its way, Fucheng put on the hood of his school uniform and continued to pretend to be asleep, his teeth chattering from stomachache.Half of the cold face is exposed, the edge of the jaw is drawn quickly and steeply, the middle of the person is deeply concave, and the side face is thin and stubborn.

There is a pierced earlobe in the right earlobe, and the position is not found properly, it is too low, which is considered a miss.

There were still two stops, Fucheng bit his lips subconsciously.When he arrived at the stop, he jumped down lightly, stepped on his toes, jumped out of the car without a sound, and walked like a gust of wind.Go through the complex and arrive at the mental illness clinic.

In the past two years, apart from going home, he is most familiar with this place.

After all, he has been cured of sexual orientation choice disorder for three years.It's just that the ordinary patient was tied up by his parents sadly, and he was sent here with the mood of provoking his mother.

Damn chicken, if I can cure it, I lose, I can do it very well.

Walking into the gate of the clinic, Fu Cheng skillfully turned the corner and jumped onto the free measuring instrument first.He took off his hat, waited for his height to be measured, and a few seconds later the stiff plastic plate touched the top of his skull and bounced back.

With a beep, he looked back at the digital version, and his first reaction was to feel sorry for Dad.

1 meters, if my father knew about it, he might be so angry that he would be able to amputate his legs again.

Lion walking pays attention to balance, and there are gains and losses in martial arts.Especially the juniors who carry the lion's head are about 1 meters tall.Dad and grandpa both sacrificed their height for the lion dance. During puberty, they tried their best to control their food intake before reaching 7 meters.Because waking up a lion is dangerous, if the body is too high, the center of gravity will be unstable, and if the weight is too heavy, the tail of the lion cannot be lifted.

The net weight of a lion head is 10 to 15 catties, plus the weight of a person. If one is not careful, the two of them fell upside down together until hemiplegia.

Therefore, Fucheng has been a vegetarian since he was a child, and when he was adolescence, the family only gave him half-full food.Originally planned well, it only grew to 1 meters, and then my father passed away, and no one restricted myself from eating.Stomach pain has been a problem since I was a child, and my personality is too strong. I practice somersaults after eating, and now I am back with full retribution.

Fucheng went to register. I really didn't feel that I had been eating nonsense for the past two years, at most eating three meals a day as usual.How did it grow so fast?

Don't grow any longer, if you grow taller, it's time for the uncle to saw his legs.After getting the registration form, Fucheng looked at the two legs, only wishing that he was smaller.

The second floor is a psychological consultation room, and the third floor is a drip and temporary ward.The course of treatment is coming to an end, Fucheng no longer needs to receive injections, he just needs to have a heart-to-heart talk with the psychiatrist on time.

He would rather have an IV than a heart-to-heart talk, because no one would bother him with the IV, and he accidentally met a patient who had been on water for two years.

Spend some time on drips, talk about how to fight from time to time, and then talk about which barber shop has a handsome shave.

But thinking of this person, Fucheng wanted to blow up his mother again.His acquaintance is a few years older than himself, and he is considered a brother. He usually cooperates with the treatment extremely, and persuades himself to recognize the reality early and turn to the shore.Not long after, the brother said that he was cured, and turned around and took his boyfriend to the clinic for a walk.

dog people!So fucking dog.Sooner or later, revenge will come back.

Fu Cheng tilted his head back, Yuan Cun leaned against the wall and waited for the number, his face was painful and unhealthy.The indigo martial arts school uniform is particularly eye-catching, with narrowed sleeves covering the forearms, exposing two flat and wide wrist bones.Wide flat shoulders can't wait to get out of puberty, and the prototype of a beautiful adult is about to freeze.

It's just that there are two horizontal scars on the left wrist, both of which are cuts.One is shallow, the other is deep and wide, covered by black English tattoos, as if the wound was covered with an exclusive stamp.

The shallow scar was cut when he was sent to the clinic. He didn't want to die, he just wanted to scare people.Shen Scar really wanted to die, and he raised the knife without hesitation.

Blood is seen with a single cut.

Helpless, I don't have a high level of education, and my physique is too good but I don't know the essentials.Feeling dizzy for a while, Fucheng thought he was cold, and the wound was already congealed when he woke up after sleeping.

Is this scar not going away?Fucheng touched the tattoo.He still has three holes on his body. He wears studs on his right earlobe. An implant-grade titanium alloy stud seat is buried under the concave of his collarbone. He doesn't need to take it out after heals the wound. He wears two shiny studs for the rest of his life.

But compared to the pain of ear piercing and collarbone nailing and tattooing, tattooing JB is more painful.