Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Fucheng wanted to laugh when he saw the hard-bodied class in the shape of a monk.Looking again, the boys in the back were carrying something, and couldn't laugh.

Damn, move all the drums, as for?Isn't it just a dress rehearsal?Fucheng looked at the big drum with a diameter of up to 1 meters, and felt the drum in his heart. Could it be possible to go up and do somersaults tonight?

"How is it? Do you still have the strength to do somersaults?" Luo Qiang asked.

Afraid of what would happen, Fucheng's legs couldn't be controlled, and he stood up barely straight.Turning over a few times, Lao Tzu's legs are now anarchic. If the upper body is not still connected, the legs have already run back to the dormitory to sleep.

But want to return to think, dare not say.Fucheng looked at the drum with great vigor.So many people came to find one for me, so I didn't want to be arrogant. "Okay, today I..."

"He can't." Jiang Bai blocked him, "I'm too harsh on the training, I can't tonight."

Fuck, the heart of a man in Fucheng immediately boiled, a real man can't say no. "I'll do it, let's go, turn over 50 of them tonight, and show you!"

Jiang Bai turned around to look at him and smiled. "It seems that the practice is not hard enough."

Qiu Li and Qing Rang withdrew one after another, staying away from the weird relationship between Jiang Bai and Fu Cheng. You quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. Just rub your stomach after fighting each other. Don't harm other juniors.

Senior Brother smiled, Fu Cheng's legs softened. "Ruthless, ruthless enough, I won't flip over."

"Hehe, you still listen to your senior brother, you can't tell, you're still a good boy?" Luo Qiang didn't believe it, this stubborn head can be activated at any time, "Really don't practice?"

Fucheng's head shook back and forth like a rattle. "I don't practice, but I can look at the field with you. Today I did a half-day horse stance, and I practiced the group routine just now. It's really not good."

"Well, yes." Luo Qiang said, looking at Fucheng's face, he seemed to be exhausted, "Let's go, let's go to the training platform and try."

"I'll go too." Jiang Bai bent down to pick up the school uniform, and went with his juniors.

Xu Jun also joined in the fun with a drum score, muttering, thumping, thumping, as if chanting scriptures. "Let's go and see together."

"You don't play drums, what score do you recite?" Jiang Bai asked.

"Oh, it's not... just memorize it casually, Fu Yu will help you play the gong. I always want to know what the lion drum team is. I thought it would be like a taiko master, and it would be fine if the drumsticks swayed and left afterimages. I didn't expect It's so complicated." Xu Jun rubbed his wrist and said, "Have you learned it before?"

It's time for the leader's stage, Fucheng followed the hard-qi squad to step on the stage, and Jiang Bai waited below. "I must have learned."

"Have you really learned it?" Xu Jun was curious.

"Master uncle said that if you can't play the lion drum well, you will never let you touch the lion. The former Jiang Bai must have learned it. Who knows what he learned, it is probably not very good..." Jiang Bai stared at Fucheng, "Daddy!" How tall is the stage at the show?"

"It's very high, very high." Xu Jun sighed for a while. Drum music is very difficult. There are 9 types of symbols for the percussion of the lion drum alone. If you can play it, memorize it, and hear it, it will not happen overnight. .How much you should like it, so that 4 or 5-year-old children can calm down and memorize these things. Anyway, I can’t do it myself. When I was young, I played endlessly with the game console.

"Hey, let me ask you, you and Fu Yu have known each other since childhood, what kind of boys does she like..." Xu Jun was talking.

"Where's Fucheng?" Jiang Bai couldn't see anyone, and threw the school uniform in his arms to Xu Jun, "Help me get it, I'll find him."

Xu Jun was holding a sheet music and some wet clothes, dazed.I had no choice but to shout to the official staff of Fujiaban who was sitting and resting not far away: "Can you come over and claim your clothes?"

"I can't." Qiu Li couldn't even walk a step. Jiang Bai used to order them, and finally a newcomer was finally liberated. It's cool.

Fucheng took the stage with the hard-qi class, but he didn't expect the drum stand to be so high. "Brother? Brother! Is the stage of the extravaganza the same as this...?"

"Of course it's different." The students in the tough class put on their Shaolin costumes, "it's higher than this. Whether you can do it or not, let me tell you. Just like you, let's catch one in the hard class!"

"Get out, I can do it very well." Fu Cheng looked at the big drum, his palms were full of sweat.

Fear of heights has always been Fucheng's heart disease.It's not just that I'm afraid of heights, but I'm prone to dizziness. My dad used to say that his cerebellum was not well developed. When he stood at a high place, he looked down, and he was dizzy.When I went to the cinema, I put on the 3D glasses, and I fainted again.Qiu Li often laughed at himself, because of this problem, he almost failed to learn lion dance.

The development of the lion dance competition in the past few years has been like crazy. No matter how thrilling it is, one by one has practiced light skills, floating on the water, flying over the eaves and walls.From the day Fucheng picked up the toy lion head, he knew that he would have to eat on the pile in the future. How can a lion dance not climb high?

Mang is done.

As a result, the first time I put on the pile, I was so dizzy that I didn't dare to come down.Dad lost his temper and trained himself, but the elder brother took a piece of plum blossom cake from Daoxiang Village underneath and coaxed himself to jump down, saying that he would give the cake to eat when he jumped into his arms.

I jumped down with my eyes closed, thinking that my senior brother could catch it, but my senior brother was only 5 years old at that time, not only failed to catch it, but the two of them knocked their front teeth together, causing Fucheng to cry in pain.

Just this fall became one of the three major regrets of senior brother.The other two regrets are that one was practicing high-pile picking by myself, the other was a head-down movement that the teacher failed to catch, and his head landed on the mat, and the other was a friendly match with other lions. The No. 2 pile fell, and the senior brother had to give up himself in order to get the lion's head.

Now that I have grown up, I am the leader of the small team, and I am almost an adult, and no one will coax me under the pile anymore.Fucheng climbed up the ladder, but he didn't stand still. Mom, he wanted to kill someone.

The big drum is placed on the drum stand, the red surface is shiny, and there are 10 hard class boys under it, each 1 meters tall, tall and vigorous, carrying the drum.

"No, isn't it placed on flat ground?" Fu Cheng asked.

"We can't fall on you. But are you a little too tall, how many pounds?" One of the boys asked, and when he looked up, he was the substitute who was chatting in the hard air class that day.

"You don't care how much I weigh, I can't saw my legs." Fucheng instantly returned to his childhood, stepped on the drum head and dared not look down, and stepped on it timidly, "You... can you do it? Can you be steady?" some?"

The substitute pats the drum. "See, there are bars and handrails here, and you weigh 120 catties?"

The Fucheng monster didn't want to admit it. "Ah... yes, 139 catties."

"Fuck!" the substitute yelled.

"You are calling fart! My height is 1 meters, and 83 pounds is not considered fat. I... I am thin, and my senior brother said that I am thin." Fucheng squatted on the drum, and one by one with the boys next to him Get closer, "Brothers, hello, I'm in class 139, I practice routines, but I think you guys are also good at hard qigong, you guys... Hold on tight, is this drum strong?"

All 10 boys looked up at him, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

Fucheng swallowed his saliva. "There haven't been any accidents before, have you?"

"Yeah, I flipped over with my back hand, and I flipped over and fell my head to the ground." One of them threatened him, "Be careful, we won't be able to catch you when you flip down!"

Fu Chengtian was not afraid of anything, looked at the height of the three-story platform, and his ankles felt a little weak. "real or fake?"

"Of course it's fake!" The substitute raised his left shoulder, "Stop teasing him, he's not from our class, it really scares Luo Qiang to fight with our old class. Don't tease you, don't tease you, 10 people can't handle it Hold you and the drum? Try flipping over one, it may be a little bumpy when you carry it, but it will definitely not fall you."

"I won't try it anymore, I will try again when there is a safety rope." Fu Cheng wiped off his sweat, and he is not stupid, he will never fall over without hanging the rope.

Luo Qiang, Hu Yihu and the leader were all at the bottom. This was the finale of the big show. Dozens of boys shouted at the same time on the stage.There are 3 floors on the top, and 10 people hold drums at the highest place, and the backhand flip pulls the extravaganza to its climax.

"Okay, let's adjust the position today. Everyone, take it easy in your practice recently and don't get hurt." Hu Yihu expressed his satisfaction and allowed the dissolution.

Fucheng sat on the drum with his legs crossed all the time, and when he heard that he could disband, he got up faster than anyone else.The boy holding the drum first placed the drum on the 1-meter-high drum stand and left.Fucheng stayed on the spot alone, trying to find a handsome pose to play the drum.

Just jump down, don't dare.I really dare not, people who are not afraid of heights and dizziness will not understand this feeling, the soles of the feet are cold, and the buttocks are cold.Let the two legs hang down first, it looks like a little girl, and the posture is like swinging.

After thinking about it, Fucheng hung his left leg down and started to sway, trying to sway to the plane of the high platform. 1 meters is not high, but his mother's shelf is high. When I looked down, I was dizzy.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Bai stood where the headlights couldn't reach.Everyone left, only Fucheng was left.

Fucheng felt like seeing a savior. "Brother!"

"Here it is, what's the matter?" Jiang Bai climbed to the highest point two or three times, and grabbed Fu Cheng's left ankle.

"I... my legs are sore." Fu Cheng still shook his legs, "When did you come?"

"Just here." Jiang Bai pinched his ankle, hard and round.

"Just come, just come." Fu Cheng was relieved, if his senior brother saw him holding his legs and not daring to move, he would be a complete idiot.

Jiang Bai opened his trouser legs, rolled on the floor mat several times, the white socks turned gray, and his feet were dirty. "Come down, I'll take you back to the dormitory to sleep."

Fucheng dared to jump down by stepping on his senior brother's hand because of his sore legs. When he jumped, he didn't dare to stand off the stage, so he caught Jiang Bai in one go. "Come down, come down, let's go to sleep!"

"Let's go." Jiang Bai led him down, and suddenly turned his head incredulously, watching Fucheng stop and go.

"What's wrong?" Fu Cheng asked.

Jiang Bai shook his head. "It's okay, let's go."

The big show is coming soon, time is tight, Fucheng has to be dragged to the venue every day to step on the spot, private practice is to use a thick cloth to wrap the pier, and Luo Qiang will firmly guard it.Each member of the Lion Drum Team held a sheet music and memorized it until their brains exploded.Only Jiang Bai was the most leisurely. He had an acupuncture treatment and met Zhang Yan once.

Zhang Yan still visited him for his parents and asked if the money was enough.But there was no mention of apologizing to Fu Cheng at all.They didn't mention it, pretending to be stupid, and Jiang Bai didn't take the initiative to mention it, until they realized their mistake.

On Friday, Zhang Lin finally gave the good news that the opening lion dance was approved by the leader, but the time is limited, about 50 seconds, just a cutscene.This made Fucheng so happy, he dragged his brother to the team early on Saturday morning, and almost fell when he entered the door.

Liao Chengming came half an hour late, and when he entered the room, he almost couldn't hold back his tears.Fu Hong's lion was placed in the middle of the courtyard, and Fu Hong's son was teaching his elder brother how to get on the lion.

The man is gone, but the lion is still there.Liao Chengming entered slowly.

"Morning uncle." Jiang Bai immediately put down the lion.The uncle has been asking them to consolidate their basic skills. The masters in the lion hall do not speak, and no one dares to touch the lion.

"The school told us to put on a show!" Fucheng was sewing a lion's eyelids, and lost half a palm-sized piece of gold, his heart ached. "In just 50 seconds, we plan to show two lions, and we'll just have an opening."

"Why, do you want to practice lions? Are you impatient?" Liao Chengming asked, holding a purple clay pot.

Jiang Bai rubbed the scar on his right index finger, deliberately not looking at it. "No, just try it casually, I'm not in a hurry."

Yo, can you hold back like this?Liao Chengming stopped probing and waved his right hand. "Fucheng! Take your senior brother to the lion batch, come to work!"