mountain god dance

The rain gradually stopped, and the bamboo windows fell down to stay water droplets.

Baigu's face was terrified, his eyes were full of pain and fear when he looked at Jiuzhen, just like the north wind blowing peach blossom snow from the other side of the mountain, hitting the spring buds, and the young shoots froze to death in just one night.

He just asked with this face that was blown cold by the snow: "Jiu Zhen is a god, what punishment will he give me?"

After hearing this, Jiuzhen stared at him silently.

I haven't seen each other for two years, Baigu's greenness gradually fades away, and in exchange for a pair of eyes like hibiscus flying catkins, a pair of willows are painted on the eyebrows, the exhaustion in the illness is better than the colorful clouds and the moon, and the wind that has been swallowed has softened, who is it? Let such a person kneel in the snow for a day, blind ass.

Baigu also looked at him, but he didn't expect that his elder brother who picked tea together at the beginning became a god, why is he not high above, why is he in front of him.

"Hundred valleys,"

Jiu Zhen lowered his head and said with some frustration, "Who can you harm? You can only harm your brother. This sentence will kill my heart."

Baigu didn't dare to make a sound, and sat with his head muffled, his strength still leaning on Jiuzhen's body, the two of them overlapped their wrists, and after a while he felt his brother's pulse, the gods also have hearts, they were beating.

Jiuzhen carried Baigu off the bed, helped the young man walk slowly, and asked him to practice to recover his strength.After leaving the courtyard gate, it is overwhelmingly elegant, with light clouds and rain gradually dividing into rosy clouds, fresh tea grows hair, half of the eyes are green and half are pink.

"Baiyun came and went to Qingshan, just when you and I met for the first time." Jiu Zhen looked into the distance and asked him, "Do you remember Baigu?"

"I remember." Baigu replied: "When I was five years old, I saw you while catching shrimps in the stream. If you hadn't pulled them, maybe the mountains and rivers would have washed away."

Dacheng, upstream of Baishuizhai, has set up gates, and floods are often released after the rainy season is full. The seemingly clear and shallow stream is not safe and reliable.That day, the upstream water was like a wild beast about to engulf the playful Baigu, and it was Jiuzhen who picked him up to escape.After his father knew about it, he often asked Jiu Zhen to come over for dinner.

"I was an ordinary child raised by grandma. After grandma died, I lived with you."

The mountain wind was suddenly strong, and Jiu Zhen helped him block the wind and smoothed his messy long hair: "People who know me from now on will not know who I am, only you know, Bai Gu, you put the life of brother Hold it in your hand."

"Jiu Zhen..." Bai Gu took a step towards him, with aggrieved expression: "But I did something wrong."

"Although you are not the strongest, you don't like to be sick. You have been lively and healthy since you were a child. This time, you were injured and got a poison that I can't cure. I feel uncomfortable—I can't explain to your father, nor can I Confess to yourself. But you are asking me at this moment, do you want to punish you?"

Jiuzhen looked at him, and Xiuzheng's gentle eyes burst into flames: "I know, I blame us for being apart for too long, making you look down on me."

"How can..."

Baigu was forced by his eyes so that he couldn't look directly at him, his feelings were too hot and touching, the slightest touch seemed to melt.Baigu held the top of a tea plant, borrowed a drop of Qingming from the leftover water in the veins of the leaves, did he think of himself this way before?It seems that...every time he looked at him before, Jiu Zhen had already looked at himself first.

The water ice is in the palm of the hand, but the back is like scorching heat.

Jiuzhen held his face up so that he couldn't avoid it: "Baigu, I'm going to ask you three questions, come back and forth with me, okay?"

Baigu nodded.

"Okay, when you said you were useless just now, you meant that you couldn't help me, didn't you? If you can't help me, how can you have the strength to destroy the village?"

Baigu: "Because of me, I didn't do it myself..."

"Okay, then there's the second question." Jiu Zhen continued, "From the beginning to the end, you don't want anyone to be hurt, don't you?"

"Yes...but even if you don't want to, disaster has happened..."

Jiuzhen interrupted him: "The third question, everything that Baigu faces is out of his control, and there are others blocking him, right?"

Baigu nodded emphatically this time.

"I understand." Jiuzhen said, and led him forward again: "This matter is powerless, unintentional, and impossible for you, so Baigu should not blame himself for all the crimes. In this way, Instead, he forgave the real villain."

The bald heads in the distant mountains flicker, the smoke from the cooking pot slowly rises in the world, the evening sun comes in the thin clouds, and pours out to the tea garden, which makes Baigu's heart suddenly relieved, like this weather.

Jiuzhen is indeed the smartest and the most sensible.

"Brother Jiuzhen, I'm sorry for you," Baigu said honestly, "but I offended a big shot, and I don't want you to be implicated as well."

"Baigu, if I can't help you, this fairy is not willing to do it."

Seeing that the young man was panting heavily, he should not walk more on the first day after waking up, so he carried him back to the hut and said, "Don't worry, Baigu, think about this matter carefully, and tell me after you figure it out. Rest now Your body matters."

Baigu lay down on the bed, clung to his shoulders and did not let go: "Brother Jiuzhen, I'm really afraid of getting into trouble again, and..."

What's more, Jindian was arrested. I don't know what kind of inhuman torture he was suffering. When I think about it, I feel extremely anxious. However, I am exhausted. The mountain is extremely cold and snowy, and the snow is falling all day. The wind is raging, and I will fall to the ground within a few miles. Great.

"Baigu." Jiu Zhen lowered his head, and the tip of their noses almost touched, "You have to trust me."

His long hair hangs down, like making the night into silk and falls on the side of Baigu's face, he said affectionately: "It's not Xin Shanya, it's Xin Jiuzhen, I believe your brother will love you."

Baigu wanted to cry again, his throat and eyes hurt, and he spoke in a nasal voice: "Maybe it's not worth it."

"We grew up together, sometimes you can't see yourself clearly, but I can see clearly." Jiu Zhen put his hands on his face, "I can't see you climbing such a tall tea tree every day, I can't see you getting dirty when you wrestle After taking off the clothes, I went to the trial of the old fairy."

A tear slipped from the corner of Baigu's eyes, but he touched his face with a smile: "That's great, Jiuzhen, why are you so kind to me."

He was like a cocooned caterpillar, and people waited on him back and forth. Jiuzhen helped him undress, wiped his face, covered him with a quilt, pressed his temples with both hands, and slowly rubbed them apart.

"Go to sleep." Jiuzhen said, "Take care of your body, brother will take you to play."

The big copper pot for boiling Pu'er is already cooked, and the spout of the pot spouts thick water vapor, dispelling the vast coldness after sunset in the mountains. Baigu breathes in the fragrance of tea and gradually breathes steadily, with a peaceful pulse. He stretched his brows and stretched his body. Like a child, she put down all her defenses and lay beside Jiu Zhen.

He is like a flower.

Seeing that Baigu was fast asleep, Jiuzhen took a thin golden branch from the sachet around his waist, with a glass bud growing on one end, the whole body was full of golden light, and the soul of pearls and jade bones.

The tea god Shan Mi, who had just ascended the throne, made a formula in his hand to attract the south wind, and the golden branch suddenly released several branches of flowers, which bloomed layer upon layer with a flick, and the flower stamens scattered into Baigu's forehead as golden powder, and disappeared.

I have Luomenghua, which sneaks into dreams with the wind.

Tomorrow it was just sunny, and it was raining again.

At this time, the rain loses its tone and becomes more oily and soapy. The fragrance is greasy and mixed with the dust. The dust is also frivolous, rolling in the air and being smashed down by the rain.

There is also agarwood and gold leaf mixed with the burning incense of the brain, which is the tribute incense of worship.

Looking back from the side of the couch, Jiuzhen is behind a red-painted and yellow-tiled Lanruo Courtyard, in which the gods who traveled across the ocean are worshipped. It has drooping eyelids and twenty arms outstretched. The skulls are strung together into necklaces and earrings, and when they step on the villains, it is impossible to distinguish between good and evil.

It doesn't talk to Jiuzhen, it's made of wood, and its twenty hands are racks, which provide a good idea for how to dry more clothes.

Jiuzhen squinted his eyes and snorted softly, then turned around, and the lying Baigu was gone, and instead standing in front of him was a five-story tall wine shop, named "Changfeng Wanli Tall Building", with eight corrugated corners on each floor. A wide red belt hangs down, the wind is blowing, and the red building is about to fall.

What came out of the building was a drunk young man in brocade clothes, yelling nonsense after drinking, if he couldn't get up, the white horse couldn't shake the golden whip, so he could only ask someone to help him on the road, and there were many small sedan chairs with four people parked at the door. The officials in blue and green clothes, the people who carried the sedan chair were soaked, they patted their clothes and wiped the water all over their faces.

At the door, there was a waiter warmly greeted to find a seat, Jiu Zhen followed them into the building, shouting loudly, the fish cooking and the wine cups had a sour smell of fermentation, one table of scholars was playing Fei Hualing, and refused to drink, the other table The soldiers on duty raised their heads and applauded. A semi-circular viewing platform was set up on the second floor. Beautiful women played the bombs and sang the new lyrics and music of the poet. The railings on other floors were also full of visitors. They scattered the petals in their hands, and the multi-colored peonies were scattered in the hundred-foot courtyard.

From this point of view, the singer should be a famous actress.

Jiuzhen glanced at it, only to feel that his eyebrows were too thick, and the surroundings were noisy. He looked around in the rushing crowd, and Baigu's figure flashed past.

He is so easy to find, he walks carefully, keeps looking around, and has a jerky that can never match this city.

Every floor is full of cups and cups, every pavilion is full of feasts and laughter, only Baigu is quiet, and he brings the deep mountain's response to the noisy crowd - silence.

Jiu Zhen followed and saw that he was serving dishes with a tray, with a corner of his short jacket still tied in his waist, probably stuffed in it while working, and he forgot to put it back now.

Jiuzhen wanted to straighten him, but stretched out his hand, but it intertwined with his body out of thin air.

This is Baigu's dream, his memory, Jiuzhen can't interfere.

The guests eat in the big room of Tiangang, the pavilion name is "Sitting alone in the secluded Huangli", and the lattice windows are carved with bamboo leaves.Baigu turned a corner, suddenly startled by the black shadow on the ground, almost spilled the fish soup.

"What are you doing Xiaohe, I almost stepped on you!"

"Shh!" The girl squatting on the ground gestured with her fingers, her head trembling back and forth, "Hush your voice, I don't want to go in."

Baigu peeked through the crack of the door, there were about four or five dark figures in the room, but no one could be identified.

Baigu quietly asked her: "Why don't you want to go in, don't you want to dance?"

"Where is it just dancing?!" Xiaohe sat on the ground, pouted: "Baigu has no experience, so he is so naive. It's better to be a helper to be happy and not have to suffer."

"Then..." Bai Gu was also worried: "Since the guest has ordered you, if you don't go, wouldn't it be worse to blame you?"

Xiao He was thinking: "They only ordered someone to dance, but they didn't say who it was, so I'll stay here first, and when they're full and leave soon, I'll..."

She thought well, the door suddenly opened, and a man yelled: "Who is sneaking around outside!"

Baigu quickly took out the plate: "Here, West Lake Vinegar Fish, what you want..."

The man pushed him aside and found the woman on the ground: "Who is this?"

"Ah, her." Baigu hurriedly received: "She twisted her foot when she passed by here, and she couldn't stand up. I said to bring her medicine..."

"Hmm..." The man looked at Xiaohe suspiciously, then looked at Baigu with eyes that provoked Jiuzhen's temper, and then patted his butt: "Go and serve."

Jiuzhen glared at the man without any threat, and also entered the room.

Baigu didn't know who was present, so he just lowered his head and served the dishes. Fish was usually the last dish, which meant the end of the meal.The man sitting at the top watched him pack up and said, "Xiaoer, when will the dancer I called come?"

The dancer was right outside the door. She sprained her ankle, and it stands to reason that she couldn't get up until the wound medicine arrived.

"This... hasn't arrived yet."

Baigu was a little flustered, he is not used to lying: "I will help you to remind me."

"No need." The man's accent was strange, and his tongue seemed to be dull: "If you delay for another hour, you will be sleepy. Why are you interested in watching people go around in circles?"

Baigu looked up at him rejoicingly, and found that the man had a tall nose and deep eyes, blond hair and blue eyes, just like a porcelain statue sold in the market, I don't know if it was a cannibal or a Persian, he was hugging the man sitting on his lap Boy, give me a kiss every now and then.Those who sat at the table together were all disciples of Wuling who were famous for being domineering, dressed in beautiful clothes and jade crowns. At this time, they were all eating about the same, so they all twisted their chopsticks and looked at him.

Baigu lowered his head again: "Then, I wish you all a good meal..."

"Where are you from?" Someone asked, "Come closer."

Jiu Zhen saw them with ruffian and frivolous smiles, filled with anger, remembering everyone's faces.

Baigu answered honestly, and someone immediately responded with an "oh": "Isn't that the place where my useless third uncle was punished to take care of him? Three packs of tea leaves, it’s not shameful to throw them away, my Aunt’s face is turning green.”

He asked Baigu, "What does your family do?"

Baigu said honestly: "Grow tea and cultivate land."

"Sure enough!"

They laughed so much that even the blue-eyed one couldn't help it, and the boy on his lap pursed his lips appropriately, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Another person asked Baigu: "It has always been heard that the residents of the Southwest are good at singing and dancing, but today the dancer is not here, so please ask Xiao Er to perform for us?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone booed, Baigu's face was flushed, he was very uncomfortable, and even wanted to run out.

A young man blocked the door and started teasing him again, so Baigu had no choice but to agree.

"I only know one kind of dance," he said in a low voice, "I have only danced this kind of dance since I was a child, and it is used for sacrifice."

"Huh?" The young man raised his chin: "Danced for the dead? A Nuo dance for exorcising ghosts?"

"No!" Baigu quickly corrected, "The dance is for the mountain god. Every year, we raise the village to celebrate the mountain god's day. We offer sacrifices, burn meat, pray and pray at the tree of the mountain god."

"Oh..." They turned to the foreign visitor, "Look?"

"We also chant and dance for our god," the man held out his hand. "Please, let me see your god."

Coarse cloth and short clothes are inconvenient, since the prayer dance must be more formal, even in the eastern capital thousands of miles away, in front of people who have never heard the name of Daiye.

Baigu took off his waist belt and shoes, and only wore a white undershirt. He untied his hair from the bun, tied it up again, and let it hang down behind him.

At that moment, he turned his back to the guests and posed in a dancing pose. He was not a kitchen assistant or waiter in a wine shop. Stupidity, the measure of the world has disappeared.

The foreign guest picked up the bamboo chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the table: "Pa."

As if it was the beginning message, Baigu turned his body on tiptoes, twirling and undulating flexibly, instantly the black hair scattered, and the wind was ecstasy, like a sparrow in the sea, a white goose in Liquan, flew in front of everyone.

When it falls, Yuying withers and the spring is gone, and when it jumps, begonias are chased by the wind and colorful clouds.When it is fast, it makes shadows and chaos, and when it is slow, it stretches, like a man watching clouds.

"Ask where you come from, and speak from the middle of the water..." A man whispered in the ear of another friend: "The waist is so soft."

"It's a mistake, my friend." He replied, "Isn't it more sad to go back today?"

Although the limbs are soft, the dancing posture of a hundred valleys does not look like a woman's powerless and delicate posture. When floating for seven weeks, it is like a mountain dangling and startling a dragon. In the mangosteen screen behind him, there are golden partridges, lush flowers and ever-changing looks, reflecting a banquet in a room.

When he prayed and danced, he seemed to be a god in the silent celestial music, unable to be contaminated by smoke and dust.

So pure white, itchy in the heart, the blond foreigner picked up the actor beside him, stared at Baigu's waist that was exposed from the clothes from time to time, rubbed his mouth and nose against the boy's neck, licked and bit him fiercely , causing him to groan.

The sons and brothers hit the festival with their palms and chopsticks, accompanied Baigu, and asked each other: "The beauty dances like a lotus flower, and the world should have seen it. Isn't it? Is that so?"

Baigu walked with his sleeves hanging down, slowly looked into the distance and sat on the ground, looking up at the high mountain.After the dance, several guests praised: "Not bad, the tea farmers in the mountains dance like this."

"The real people in the Li Palace are nothing more than this."

"Hey, watch your tongue."

Mixed with these voices were louder and louder screams. When the young masters turned their heads, they saw that the boy had been completely stripped off, and he couldn't stop shaking while hugging the foreigner's neck.

"Hey, can't help it anymore." The young masters smiled and asked Baigu again: "Little brother, stay and serve us at the banquet. I will give you the money. Don't tell others, they won't ask you for it."

As he spoke, he put a whole silver ingot on the table.

Bai Gu was panting from jumping, picked up his clothes and backed away: "Many, thank you for your appreciation, the kitchen wants me to go to work."

"What's there to stay there, you have to wait until spring to enjoy yourself," a man grabbed Baigu's wrist, "come here and sit in brother's arms."

Seeing this, Jiuzhen couldn't help but want to break the man's arm.

Baigu kept struggling, but was dragged to the table forcefully by two or three people.

"Come on, watch." The young masters pressed Baigu's shoulders, letting him watch how the actor was bullied and became dizzy.

"Did you see clearly?"

Their hands slid all the way to the junction between the boy's buttocks and the foreigner's body: "Here, can you understand?"

The surrounding scene became blurred, Baigu's consciousness was shaking, the surrounding walls kept rumbling, and there were spider web-like cracks all over the walls.The beams of the house finally couldn't support it, and the sound of huge water waves came from beyond the sky, smashing the restaurant like a hammer, and all the earth, wood, silk, satin, and hundreds of flowers and gold tinns were stirred into the turbulent vortex.

"Baigu..." At the end of the dream, Jiuzhen heard a man's low voice: "Are you comfortable?"

God can't see dreams related to God, and Jiu Zhen is still unclear.

Broken dream.

The moon has risen, and Yinghuo looks at each other, pouring water like clear water in the tea garden.

Like cold water poured on Jiu Zhen's body.

His fists were clenched tightly, trembling slightly, he didn't know whether it was to comfort the sleeping Baigu, or to induce himself.

"Don't be afraid... Baigu, brother will go to Luoyang again for you, brother...

Kill them all..."

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