Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Next, after confirming the custom-made lion head, Jiang Bai's heart also calmed down, and the time was spent on reviewing and practicing.It is not easy to be admitted to a key university, especially if my current grades are far worse than before.

In the past, the only thing I was superior to now was that 15-year-old Jiang Bai was a top student.

Now, even if I can remember it, there is no time to study science... not to mention the risk of deterioration.Jiang Bai took out his notebook, which was filled with things he didn't want to forget.From his name Jiang Bai, his acquaintance with Fucheng, to the footwork of the lion dance, the idea of ​​Fujia class's class uniform...everything he could remember, he wrote it down.

What is it called?Jiang Bai didn't know what it was called.If you don't get worse, this is your memo.If once it deteriorates and the memory declines severely, this is the "suicide note" left by the current self, and it will be given to the next Jiang Bai.The version update iteration, the current one will disappear.

It is equivalent to the complete "death" of the current self.

He is not afraid that the current self will disappear, maybe the next Jiang Bai will also envy and envy the previous one. What Jiang Bai is afraid of is that the next idiot version will still not be able to remember Fucheng.

Explaining who he is to the person he likes twice in a row, he doesn't want Fucheng to go through this pain again.What's more, there are many things that are hard to say, what if the next one doesn't like Fucheng?

No, I fucking don't agree, if the next version dares to break up my love, I will kill him if I lose my soul.Jiang Bai picked up the pen with a pale face, and rewrote the next line: You like Fucheng very much, you can't change.

On Thursday, it’s still acupuncture.On the way back to school, Jiang Bai called his grandparents and grandma respectively to report that he was safe.Although he was in a stalemate with his parents, these things had nothing to do with the elderly, and he couldn't let them worry anymore.

On Friday, accompany Fucheng to buy small dried fish, then go home and feed the king.The king lived quite comfortably at his uncle's house. He scratched the sofa, pulled the curtains every day, and scraped cat litter everywhere.

"Brother, try it." Fucheng fed the king with his hands, "Look, it still licks my palm. The king is very obedient, he never bites anyone."

"Don't try." Jiang Bai stood tall, only buying snacks, not responsible for feeding.

"Believe me." Fucheng had light in his eyes, "When the king picked it up, it was only as big as my hand and very thin. I didn't have pocket money at that time, so I asked Qiu Li and Qing Rang to borrow it for the king. I bought a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat from the breakfast stall. I thought it wouldn’t drink, but ended up drinking it all in two gulps.”

"Cats can drink porridge?" Jiang Bai squatted down, still keeping a distance.

"It's probably very hungry, and two big bloody mouths were torn on his stomach, bleeding profusely." Fu Cheng was still in a lingering fear.

Jiang Bai touched Fucheng's neck, the part where the cervical spine connects to the back of the head was shaved very short, and the slope was easy to touch. "Then what?"

"And then you came." Fucheng posted to the side, "You have pocket money, take me to the pet hospital, and treat the king. I had never seen the world at that time, and I practiced martial arts in the courtyard all day, so I didn't know There is even a hospital that treats animals specially. Senior brother, you can feed them and try.”

Just try it.Jiang Bai raised his hand.

After eating the dried fish in Fucheng's hand, the king raised his head, his two big black eyes narrowed dangerously, and the tips of his ears were turned back.

"Forget it, this cat is not well-behaved, not familiar with it, so bury it another day." Jiang Bai stood up, "Go to bed early tonight, and tomorrow I'm going to work as a coolie for Lion Zhang, don't worry, senior brother will accompany you. "

Fu Cheng nodded and went to take a shower.When flushing, lather lather, hit the armpits and start to feel uncomfortable. "Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

Jiang Bai walked over holding his index finger. "What's wrong? Did you fall?"

"Do you still keep that...scraper from school last time?" Fu Cheng pointed at his armpits, "It grows out a little, and it makes me itchy. It's better to shave it off. What's wrong with your hands?"

Jiang Bai held on tightly. "It's nothing, I knocked it accidentally. I'll get it for you later."

"Okay, I'll wait." Fucheng closed the door, if it wasn't for the uncle's presence, the two of them could actually wash together.However, a small scraper master has been kept until now, it seems that he has calculated that it is uncomfortable to grow armpit hair, so he has to use it again.Senior Brother is Senior Senior Brother, he has thought of everything.

Waking up early on Saturday, before dawn, Jiang Bai took Fucheng to Tianqiao, had breakfast at the porridge shop, and then went to find Zhang Yiliu.I thought Lion Zhang might not wake up so early, but unexpectedly the door was open.

"Come here now? Don't you Fujia class practice early skills?" Zhang Yiliu stood in the courtyard, holding a bucket in his hand.

"Morning, Master Zhang." Jiang Bai looked around before coming in, "Where is Wangcai?"

"What Wangcai? Those are my rhubarb and Erbai!" Zhang Yiliu was wearing only cotton clothes, but he was full of air, "Son Fu Hong, hurry up and help me, don't think that coming to my place is delicious!"

Jiang Bai rubbed Fucheng's hands. "Go, I will accompany you."

"I'm not afraid of him." Fucheng followed Lion Zhang into the West Room, and suddenly recognized the scent he smelled last time, "Glutinous rice! Are you making glutinous rice milk?"

"Nonsense, how do you fix the bamboo strips if you don't boil the pulp yourself?" Liao Chengming threw a machete to Fucheng, "The frame made of the bamboo strips is the bones of the lion's head. If the bones are not fixed well, most of the lions are useless. You can do it again. Didn’t your dad teach you? Say it first, I’m not responsible for hurting your hand, you can figure it out.”

Fu Cheng held the knife and shook his head. "My dad didn't have time to finish teaching, so he left."

"Master Zhang, don't always mention my master in front of my junior brother, he..." Jiang Bai interrupted abruptly, "He feels uncomfortable."

"Hey, you won't let me talk about your junior brother feeling uncomfortable? I just said it!" Zhang Yiliu threw him a basket full of sequins, each one the size of a small fingernail, "Red, yellow, black, lion Come and sieve flashes of batches and trousers, see that basket by the wall?"

Jiang Bai looked in the direction he pointed.

"Each basket is full, and it needs to be a whole piece." Zhang Yiliu made up his mind to show his anger in the past, "Don't be careless. In the future, these flash materials will be used on you, picking out the wrong color, size If it’s not enough, don’t blame me for not having strong stitches.”

"What if I can't pick the wrong one?" Jiang Bai pinched the basket.

"Huh." Zhang Yiliu has the style of a craftsman, "You are not wrong, I guarantee the name of Tianqiao Lion Zhang, as long as you don't tear it, the sequins will never break!"

"Okay, it's a deal." Jiang Bai carried a basket and walked towards the hill-like pile of flash materials, "Master Zhang, my junior brother is going to dance the lion head in the future, you can let him do the work, but don't let him hurt his hands. "

Zhang Yiliu was unkempt, like a born lunatic. "What if I hurt him?"

"Hurt him?" Jiang Bai smiled indifferently, "Hurt him, don't even think about keeping the willow tree pit at your door."

"You!" Zhang Yiliu trembled with anger, "You!"

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Bai found a chair, sat down and picked out flashes, "I lost my memory, I can't remember anything, if you want to blame you, blame Jiang Bai."

Zhang Yiliu was too angry to say anything. "Okay, you can do it, this is the good apprentice Fu Hong has taken in. You! Fucheng! Start cutting bamboo!"

Wow, senior brother was playing a rascal just now, it's so cool.Fu Cheng couldn't take his eyes off him. When he was a child, he only thought that his senior brother was very nice. It turned out that he was such a bastard when he grew up, and he could still make Zhang Yiliu angry to death.But my father did offend someone, so Fucheng didn't hold back, went to Xiao Mazha, sat down properly, and started to fight.

Zhang Yiliu was about to explode in anger, and came back after walking dozens of laps in the courtyard, washed his hands clean, and began to pick bamboo sticks from Fucheng. "This won't work! It's too thick!"

In a word, Fucheng's ten minutes of work just now was for nothing.

"Re-cut!" Zhang Yiliu was very strict, "I even cut the length of the bamboo for you, and you can't even cut it? You need your hands for a fart!"

Fucheng threw down this side angrily, and started again.

"The width is 4 cm, the thickness is 4 mm, and there is no difference." Zhang Yiliu was very happy, "Didn't your father say that Foshan lions are the best? Okay, I will make traditional Foshan lions for you, and you continue to cut them." , don't stop under your hands."

Fucheng cuts one by one, it doesn't feel boring, but he will get tired soon.In the past, my father also cut bamboo like this, and compared each bamboo strip by himself.Two hours later, Zhang Yiliu managed to pick out a few handfuls, and then went to check on Jiang Bai. Half of the basket had already been picked out of golden glitter.

"How about it? Are you still planing my willow tree pit?" Zhang Yiliu asked.

Jiang Bai closed his eyes, his eyes were bright and dark, and everything he saw was golden. "I don't plan, but one day your pit will be gone, and it will be done by the former Jiang Bai."

When Zhang Yiliu heard this, he was so angry that he walked around the courtyard dozens of times.

After Fucheng finished the task of cutting bamboo, he started to cook the paste in a big pot again.The paste is all ready-made rice and glutinous rice, very sweet and fragrant.After boiling the paste, I went to cut the tough paper for the lion Zhang, and was almost crushed by the cutter several times on my fingertips.

"Get rolling." Zhang Yiliu told him to get out of the way, mainly because he was afraid that his willow tree pit would be gone, "It's so tall, it's useless, your dad didn't even teach you how to be a lion head, and still wants you to be the team leader?"

Fucheng didn't speak, but smelled the paste, and his stomach grumbled.

At this time, someone knocked on the courtyard door that hadn't been knocked for a long time, and Zhang Yiliu stood up excitedly. "Why is there another person here? Also a lion?"

"Takeaway!" shouted at the door, "No. 18 in the alley is your home, right? Your KFC is here!"

"Oh, mine." Jiang Bai put away his phone calmly, "It's time, my junior brother gets hungry easily."

Zhang Yiliu was so angry that he went out for dozens of laps.

There are still two family barrels, Jiang Bai gave one to Fucheng, and the other to Lion Zhang. "Do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat!" Zhang Yiliu pointed to the yard, "If you eat this greasy and meaty food, go outside and eat it clean, wash your hands before coming in, this is being a lion, not a joke!"

Having said that, Jiang Bai didn't stay any longer, and took his junior brother to eat chicken in the yard.Wangcai and Wangcai circled around them, they ate and fed the dog at the same time, cleaned up the two family buckets, and developed a relationship with the dog, probably next time they climb over the wall and won't be bitten.

After this meal, Jiang Bai went to fetch water, preparing to wash his hands for his junior.Fucheng sneaked into the West Room, Zhang Yiliu had already started piercing the lion's head, his movements were fast, his hands were like some kind of beautiful dance, it didn't look like a job done by a big and thick man.

It's so fast, it's so good!He is so good at it!Fucheng got so carried away, he even leaned in front of Zhang Yiliu regardless of his grievances, watching him stabbing him fascinatedly.

"Get out." Zhang Yiliu didn't even lift his eyelids. First, he used the bamboo strips that he had just cut in Fucheng, fixed them with tough paper according to the specified size and size, and tied them into a circle frame. Then he cut 2 mm thick bamboo strips and tied them together. Out of the arched dome.

The next step is to test the kung fu, pinch the fixed part with one hand, and dip the tough paper with the paste with the other hand. It must be soaked thoroughly, and the cross shape is glued to stretch the dome and stick it firmly.The lion frame is made out, but the eyes and ears can be moved.

Fucheng looked dumbfounded, this is... a lion head customized according to the width of his shoulders, with a big frame coming out.

"Don't yell about hard work, let your senior brother know that you have smashed my nest." Zhang Yiliu's subordinates were getting faster and faster, with some elements of showmanship, and began to bandage the lion's horns, "You do the work for me, and I will do it for you." Spend some pocket money, so you don't have to say that I bullied you."

"Pocket money?" Fucheng became interested in an instant, "Give me the money? If you give me the money, I will do anything."

"Lack of money?" Zhang Yiliu looked at him sideways, "The team is down, can't you afford food?"

"No." Fucheng was so fascinated by the sight that he couldn't bear to blink, "I want to save money to buy my senior brother a birthday present. He said he would give it to me before, but then... something happened to him, so I probably won't think about it in the future Get up. It's not a big problem, he won't send me off, I will send him off."

Zhang Yiliu's men stopped, and started working quickly again. "It's really a kind and righteous species..."