Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

There are few people in the Fujia class, but the drums on the opposite side are in accordance with the standard of filial lions, no longer surging and loud, but monotonous and dignified.Even numbers are missing, only odd numbers are left.

After all, the opposite team is Ma Chaoshi, who has both filial piety and righteousness.

The filial lion currently chooses turquoise blue, mourning like tears, Fucheng manipulates the crossbar, and the lion's eyes are half-closed, as if sleeping but not sleeping.The pace is also calm and slow, full of mourning.The last time I was the only one who carried the lion's head, this time I made up for it all, and there was someone behind me.Jiang Bai grabbed both sides of the lion, and his body hung down naturally, he still remembers.

Lion halls on both sides began to meet lions, and the lions moved forward solemnly.

"Brother, come with me." Fu Cheng took Jiang Bai and said softly, "There are nine taboos in meeting a lion."

Jiang Bai's shoulders were relaxed, acting as the back half of a southern lion, and Fu Cheng's left foot followed naturally with his left leg. "you say."

"One avoids blinking, two avoids kicking, three avoids chasing buttocks, four avoids lion wagging its tail. Remember these." Fucheng moved forward slowly, "Let's go."

Jiang Bai nodded, thinking that Fucheng couldn't see his actions and expressions now, so he hummed.He walked when Fucheng was moving forward, and he stopped when Fucheng stopped. I have seen the lion dance with its tail soaring, it seems that these are not difficult.

There is only one lion in Fujiaban.There is no big head Buddha leading the way, and it is not lively.

The battle on the opposite side is strong, but the momentum is weak. First, this road is dominated by other lions. This is Beijing, and I am a guest. Second, they can see the word "Fu" on the back of the filial lion and know that this is not a wild lion. , is a filial lion with a name and a surname, and a standard specification. It comes to lay a memorial service and dances to death.Among all etiquette, the lion is the biggest, and the dead is the biggest.

If you have the upper hand over the filial lion, you will be ashamed.

The drum beat gave off a vicissitudes of life, and Liao Chengming limped forward, walking on the right side of the lion's head, and raised his hand to salute.

But the lion team on the opposite side didn't mean to stop, and Qiu Li and Qing Rang didn't mean to come to help, because Liao Chengming was the master of the lion team, and it was his natural responsibility to lead the lions to the lions.

Step forward with a left step, grab the moon with both hands and gather in front of your chest, then step forward with a right step, and perform the lion ceremony.

Respect the heaven and clear the sky nine times.

The second is to respect the gods of heaven, earth, all directions and four connections.

Three respects to the heroes of the Southern Lions from all walks of life.

The filial lions around them walked lowly and walked in front of the red lions. At the same time, both sides lowered the lions, retreated away, and retreated respectfully to show the respect of both parties.

The red and white southern lions retreated to a distance of about 20 meters and stopped.Liao Chengming and the person in charge of the opposite lion hall held each other and stood up. The man was young, about 30 years old, so his knees were slightly bent, and he was always half head lower than Liao Chengming.

There are many rules in lion walking, so the lion must go first in the lion meeting. If the lion team has many people, the armed team with knives, guns and sticks will be behind the lion, and then the master.Master is next to the lion head, followed by the gong, drum and cymbal team, and at the end is the grand banner team and members.

But the red lion obviously paid respects to the filial lion, and he stepped back and worshiped three times.

It was the first time for Fucheng to use filial lions to meet lions. I don’t know if this is a spirit from heaven. Let Ma Chaoshi, who is about to be burned to his father, lead Fu’s family to meet with his colleagues. Lions never die.

The uncle got up, and the filial lion worshiped the lion three times.

Fucheng lifted the lion's head and bowed to the left first. The lion's head was lowered deeply, eyes still closed, and then he stepped back. He bowed to the right and walked forward step by step.Through the lion's mouth, you can see the opposite flag, hunting with wind.And behind him, Qiu Li and Qing Rang unfurled the dilapidated class banner of Fujia class.

The flag is torn, but the words are embroidered for decades.

Finally, Fucheng stretched out his right leg for a handshake, and the other side also stretched out his right leg for a handshake towards him. The red and white lions were headed together, and Fucheng stretched out his hand from the lion's mouth to catch the name card handed up by the other side.

Take a look at the lion's head, Guangzhou, Foshan, a lion hall.It's from Foshan!It's from my grandfather's hometown!Fucheng was so happy that he wanted to raise his head to look at the opposite flag, but Liao Chengming slapped it down, so the lion's head hung obediently.

"Don't look up." Jiang Bai said, even if he didn't remember the number of ways to dance the lion, he could guess from Fucheng's excited body reaction just now that he was raising the lion's head, "Didn't you say there are nine taboos? Be good."

"Senior brother, senior brother, look." Fucheng supported the lion's head with one hand, and passed his right hand back, "The famous post is from Foshan, the master of the Yishi Hall, my great-grandfather is from Foshan, and now Foshan is actually There is such a big lion team!"

Jiang Bai pinched Fucheng's waist. "Don't talk yet."

"Cough." Liao Chengming reminded Fucheng, "Beijing, Fujiaban." He took out a red envelope from his pocket, which contained the official name card of Fujiaban.

Fucheng took it solemnly, and handed it out from the lion's mouth, with two lions' heads touching each other.Even if he doesn't leave the lion, the uncle will carry a famous card with him, and he is afraid of today's situation.When I really met a fellow lion walker, I couldn't get a famous post or say a name.

The famous post is written in block letters by the uncle himself. It used to be Fu Hong, the head of the Fujia class of the Beijing Fujia Martial Arts Lions Team, and now it is Fucheng, the head of the Fujia class of the Beijing Fujia Martial Arts Lions team.

Exchanging name posts is considered the end of the Lions Club.There is no drum team in Fujiaban, and according to the rules, the guest lions should play the drums first, and Fucheng is the main lion, and the lions will only start when their drums sound.

"Young people, please mourn, you can't come back to life after death, you have to live a good life." The old man in the opposite lion hall said, "Northern lion dance, how old do you start practicing?"

"I practiced it since I was a child. My great-grandfather, grandpa, and father all practiced lion dance." Fucheng raised his lion head and smiled, and because the dance was a filial lion, his smile was a little sad, "My father taught me, My great-grandfather is also from Foshan...your team is so big."

"He's also from Foshan?" The old man nodded, "If you have a chance, go back to Foshan and find a lion hall. Do you dare to go to the battle lion armor next year?"

Fu Cheng glanced at the senior uncle, his waist suddenly tightened, it was the senior senior's hand. "Dare, when I really make it to the semi-finals and can go to Foshan, I will find you with a name card!"

Liao Chengming smiled and said nothing, Jiang Bai came back, and Fu boy's heart was also wild.

Because it is a filial lion, the lion halls on both sides did not talk too much, and they dispersed after the lion meeting.Liao Chengming walked into the courtyard, opened the door and windows, and planted the lion dance flag of the Fu family class.

Tall and big, dignified and upright, standing in the middle of the house.Qiu Li and Qing Rang stood outside the door with their hands drooping behind their backs, waiting for Xiaoshi to come in.

The filial lion has to kneel on the straw mat and wait until the family of the deceased informs him before he can be brought into the house.In a hurry today, there was no straw mat, Liao Chengming came forward to bring Fu Cheng and Jiang Bai in, as if it happened yesterday.It's just that this lion is finally complete, and it no longer drags the half-shrunken lion.

"You didn't bring your father's memorial tablet, so please pray to the class flag. He can see it." Liao Chengming said.

So Fucheng knelt down, his knees were cold, and there was a soft fall behind him, and the senior brother helped him steady.

Jiang Bai couldn't think of Fu Hong, he only knew that he was in the photo of Liao Chengming's house, and he didn't look strange.But when Fucheng knelt down like this, it seemed that even his body was connected with him, and his height was also lowered.

It is sadness, it is sorrow, it is the despair of the teenager who burned everything.The Fucheng he touched was the one from last time, and he knelt here alone, dragging the lion and weeping.An instinct drove Jiang Bai to bend down and straighten his back.He followed Fu Cheng on his knees, stretching out his hand to gently stroke Fu Cheng's trembling back.

"Stop crying." He persuaded. The 15-year-old Jiang Bai probably wanted to say the same when he was in a coma, otherwise he would not have tried his best to come back.

"Stop crying." He said for his former self.

Fucheng sniffed. "I didn't cry." Then he wiped his tears again, "Brother, please don't tell Uncle Shi that I'm crying again, I'm very capable, I'm the head of the small class, I can't cry."

Jiang Bai nodded, and circled Fu Cheng's waist from behind.

The filial lion bowed three times to the class flag, and Liao Chengming took out a bottle of old wine and poured it in front of the lion's head.Jiang Bai followed Fucheng to unload the lion batch, and suddenly asked, "Why is it called Ma Chaoshi?"

Fucheng looked at the white linen strip on the sharp corner: "Legend, Ma Teng was killed by Cao Cao during the Three Kingdoms period, and his son Ma Chao led 20 soldiers and horses in white armor to wear filial piety. In the end, Cao Cao was defeated and fled. Dance with Ma Chaoshi, filial piety is known to everyone The dance is not taught to others, it is only passed on by word of mouth, and as soon as a filial lion is born, someone dies."

According to word of mouth, probably these are what Fucheng's father told him.Jiang Bai recalled in a trance, Liao Chengming lit three sticks of incense and gave them to him.

"You come." Liao Chengming said, "You are Fu Hong's great apprentice, so you should come."

Jiang Bai took the incense, bowed respectfully and lit it.The dusty Ma Chaoshi finally ushered in its tragic heroic end, and was turned into a pile of ashes with the fire.The green smoke rises straight up, swallowing the sorrows of the world.

After finishing all this, Liao Chengming picked up the class flag, folded it and gave it to Fucheng. "Here, let's bury it with your father. The class flag is torn, and it was sewn by your father himself in the past. In the future, you will use a new flag and start from scratch to prop up the Fu family class."

Fu Cheng took it and hummed heavily.

The road to the funeral home was very long, and Fucheng resisted in his heart, unwilling to go.He didn't dare to think about it all these years, and always deceived himself and others. As long as he didn't go, his father would not leave.But this time I really have to face it.

Qiu Li, Qing Rang and the uncle were in the taxi behind, and Jiang Bai accompanied him, seeing Fu Cheng's nervousness: "It's okay, I've made arrangements."

"I'm not nervous. On the day of my father's funeral, I was the one who held the portrait and watched my father go into the cremation furnace. It was I who came out holding the ashes with my own hands. Today he was buried. It's a good thing. When you come back...he must be happy." Fucheng stopped barking his teeth and claws, and his heart settled down.

When they arrived at the funeral home, the car Jiang Bai had arranged had already arrived, and a 7-seater SUV was sent directly to the cemetery.Qiu Li, Qing Rang and Liao Chengming stayed outside and waited, counting the auspicious time for their burial.

"Uncle, we can't just wait, do you want to go in and help?" Qiu Li asked, mainly because he was afraid that Fucheng would cry.

Liao Chengming shook his head. "Jiang Bai said that he has arranged it, so it is arranged, don't make trouble. Just now a lion hall mentioned the lion awakening competition, what do you think?"

"We also want to try." Qing Rang said, "Fucheng..."

"He must want to go, but the timing is not right." Liao Chengming looked at his watch, "What's the matter, they still haven't come out?"

Qiu Li looked towards the gate of the funeral home. "How about... Let's go in and have a look. To collect Master's ashes, do we only need Fucheng's ID card and the funeral home's certificate? What else do we need?"

"There are a lot of things I need." Liao Chengming said, "I don't know if your senior brother is prepared enough, he is still a child..."

As he said that, two tall teenagers walked out of the main entrance of the funeral parlor, and they were close to each other.One was holding an urn, and the big-leaf red sandalwood was tightly wrapped in red cloth, while the other was holding the shoulder next to it, holding a huge black umbrella with his left hand to block the sun.

Fu Cheng's hands trembled slightly, and the whites of his eyes were red.

"Let's go." Jiang Bai embraced Fucheng, "Don't look back, look forward."

Liao Chengming saw the corners of his eyes wet from a distance, Fu Hong, we met again.