Huaxi Chronicle

The two of them had dinner, and it was just getting dark.

The three brothers and sisters of the Bao family moved the wooden table and the leftover food back to the courtyard, and the food was left outside for a whole day, but there was not much food left.

Xun Feibai saw a few people, and asked aloud: "This food, can we set it up again tomorrow?"

Bao Yi walked in the front, she smiled and said: "Eating is only for the first day, there will be a lot of things to do tomorrow, and there is not much time for eating."

Xun Feibai asked curiously, "Then what else is there to do tomorrow?"

Bao Yi thought for a while and said: "Tomorrow morning, we will meet the stove fire first, and then there will be wrestling and wine fighting competitions. At Shenshi, we will welcome our ancestors back to the ancestral temple first, and then we will sing to each other on the mountain, and we will sing all the way when it is dark Go to the bonfire, then sing and dance around the bonfire, and finally celebrate."

Hearing that there are indeed a lot of things to be busy, Xun Feibai knew that the three siblings hadn't had dinner yet, so he didn't ask any other questions to delay the three of them eating.

Xun Feibai sat with Yan Cong'an in the courtyard for a while, she didn't rest during the day, and now she felt a little sleepy, so she washed up early and went to bed to rest.

When Yan Cong'an entered the room, Xun Feibai had already fallen into a deep sleep. She slowed down, blew on the lamp and then relaxed her movements, and slowly got into bed.It's just that instead of sleeping on the back like yesterday, she gently lay down on Xun Feibai's side, and slowly leaned into Xun Feibai's arms, before she closed her eyes and went to sleep contentedly.

The next day.

When Xun Feibai woke up, what he saw was still the same scene as yesterday.

Yan Cong An's bright eyes were tightly closed in his arms, his vermilion lips were slightly raised, his delicate nostrils trembled slightly with his breathing, and a few strands of black hair scattered on his temples, his appearance was very peaceful and peaceful.

With a faint fragrance lingering in his nose, Xun Feibai looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, his face was blushing, he was embarrassed and at a loss, thinking to himself why he was so dishonest in his sleep, he hugged her into his arms.She slowly withdrew her hand, got off the bed lightly and went out.

time.

The sun is rising and the sky is bright.

On the round platform outside the Baojia courtyard, drums and music rang together.More than a dozen villagers in dark clothes and special masks.The sacrificial dance of the ancient and modern Qiang people is performed to the sound of drums. The sacrificial dance first performs the scenes of worshiping the ancestors, offering sacrifices to the gods of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, etc., and then shows the hardworking daily life of the Qiang people in ancient and modern times. The posture of planting seedlings is shown, and then the knees are half bent, the hands are raised above the head, and the face is turned to the sky to make a gesture of praying for rain. Finally, it rains heavily, and the Qiang people in ancient and modern times have a good harvest.

After the sacrificial dance was over, the patriarch Lao Muma stood on the round platform, still saying this in the ancient and modern language of the Qiang people.After the mother finished speaking, the villagers picked up the torches from the bonfire and walked to their homes. They took the torches on the round platform back to their homes and put them in the stove.

The successful completion of this set of ceremonies symbolizes that the villagers have successfully exorcised evil spirits and eliminated disasters. In this year, the weather will be smooth, the livestock will prosper, and the grain will be plentiful.Then, as Bao Yi said, the villagers gathered around the round platform again, and there would be wrestling and wine fighting competitions on the round platform.

Around the time of Shen, the villagers sent the clay sculptures of their ancestors back to the ancestral temple on the mountain just like yesterday.So far, the ancestor worship ceremony has come to a successful conclusion, but the bonfire festival has not ended. The most lively moment of the bonfire festival has just begun at sunset.

As the sun sets, the last ray of light in the sky disappears in Yulong Mountain, and the melodious sound of silk and bamboo can be heard.

Hearing the sound, Bao Yi walked to the gate of the courtyard and looked out, then he raised his hands to Xun Feibai and Yan Cong'an who were enjoying the shade in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "The most interesting time for the Bonfire Festival is here, Miss Xun and San Niangzi Let's take a look together."

Boom, boom, boom boom boom boom.

The moment Bao Yi spoke, the sound of silk and bamboo stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of drums, followed by cheers one after another.

Xun Feibai looked sideways at Yan Cong'an, Yan Cong'an didn't say anything, just nodded slightly at her, and then they got up and walked out of the courtyard together.

When the two walked out of the courtyard, the sound of drums gradually stopped, and the sound of silk and bamboo began again.

Outside the gate of Bao Family Courtyard, there was a surge of people.At this time, the bonfire on the round platform was in full swing, and the boys and girls in Baoshanzhai came to the bonfire wearing the most beautiful ancient Jing Qiang clothes and carrying the garland they exchanged yesterday.

Among the crowd, two girls walked onto the round stage holding hands, and the sound of silk and bamboo changed from a melodious tune to a cheerful minor tune.Accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo, the two danced lightly. They were smiling, holding hands, or facing each other, constantly changing their movements and spinning around the campfire.

As the two took the lead, the remaining boys and girls walked to the round platform and danced along with them.

The boys and girls dancing on the round platform are all in pairs, and each pair wears two garlands on their hands. The garlands on their wrists are exactly the same as those of the dancers. There was a touch of intimacy, and when the four eyes met, they were even more tender.

Seeing this, Xun Feibai suddenly realized that the wreath was for such a purpose.

Unmarried boys and girls of the Qiang nationality in ancient and modern times will weave garlands by themselves on the day of the Bonfire Festival. The girls put the garlands they made on the table. Put it on one side, if the girl is also the one who is happy to replace the wreath, she will accept the wreath left on the side of the table and keep it in her hand. The person is carrying a pair of identical garlands.

Conversely, if the two garlands on someone's hand are not the same as the one you love, it means that the one you like is not connected with you, but belongs to you.

At this time, the dancers had already occupied the entire round platform, and the people in the open space also began to dance to the music.Looking at the couples dancing in pairs, Xun Feibai was infected by the cheerful atmosphere. She inadvertently turned her head to look at Yan Cong'an beside her, and at this time Yan Cong'an was also looking up at her slightly.

There was a little bit of fire in the black eyes of the two of them, and there was only a smile on each other's faces.

The moment Xun Feibai looked at each other, she felt that all the noise around her had completely disappeared, except for the people around her, she couldn't see anything in her eyes, her heart was full, only this smiling face.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand, pulling Yan Cong'an to the dancing crowd, and dancing with the crowd.

Xun Fei stared intently at the person who danced with him.

This man's smiling eyebrows, slightly upturned mouth corners, the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his soft and warm hands all touched his thoughts.

Every time he raised his eyes, it was reflected in Xun Feibai's spiritual eyes, and every step was like stepping on the tip of Xun Feibai's heart.

Xun Feibai couldn't help but hold Yan Cong'an's hand tightly, and every time she moved away, he gently pulled it into his arms.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of silk and bamboo changed its tune and became soothing and tender.Those who danced passionately just now slowed down their dance steps, held each other's hands, and swayed gently to the music.

Xun Feibai also came back to his senses in deep thoughts. Against the background of the bonfire, Yan Cong'an's complexion was extraordinarily rosy, and his forehead was dripping with sweat from the dance just now.

Xun Feibai took out the silk handkerchief from his bosom, but found that Yan Cong'an was doing the same thing.

One person raised his eyes, the other lowered his eyebrows, and they both raised their hands and reached out to each other's forehead.Immediately, the two eyes met, saw each other's movements, and smiled at each other.

The sound of silk and bamboo gradually stopped, and the dancing people left together.Xun Feibai and Yan Cong'an had already finished washing and went back to rest in the house.

When Xun Feibai entered the room, Yan Cong'an was resting on the bed with half-closed eyes. Hearing Xun Feibai's footsteps, she opened her eyes slightly, looked at her with a faint smile and said, "I was a little tired from dancing just now. Let's lie down and rest earlier."

Xun Feibai looked at her smiling face and remembered how she looked before the campfire just now.

It was the corners of the eyebrows that were flying like this, and there was a little bit of fire in the eyes, which were extraordinarily crystal clear, looking straight into Xun Feibai's heart.

Xun Fei's pale face was reddish, and he quickly blew out the candle.

Perhaps because of the bonfire that had been burning for two days, Xun Feibai felt that the Baoshan village was extremely hot tonight, so she lifted off the thin quilt and just covered her stomach in a vague way.As soon as he lay down, the faint fragrance of jasmine lingered at the tip of his nose.

Looking along the scent, I saw two garlands hanging on the railing at the head of the bed, which were exactly the two garlands she made yesterday, and Yan Cong'an hung them on the head of the bed at some point.Thinking of the ancient and modern Qiang tradition of exchanging wreaths as a token of love, Xun Fei became even more popular.

At this moment, Yan Cong'an's slightly smiling voice came from the side: "Is Fei Bai giving me this wreath because he admires Cong'an and wants to have a stable relationship with Cong'an?"

Xun Feibai was taken aback when he heard the words, and didn't know how to answer for a moment. After thinking for a while, he answered truthfully with a little shame: "I really like the garland made of the smell of jasmine. You and I are already engaged. Where, where? Do you still need a relationship?"

Hearing this, Yan Cong'an smiled softly, and said coquettishly, "Why don't you need to make an appointment after getting engaged? Some people will get engaged because of love first, and there are also people who will make an appointment first and then make an appointment, whether it is Make love first or get married first, as long as there are lovers who finally get married, they are all consummated. Of course, there are people who have made love but can’t get married, and then they will be separated.

Xun Feibai heard the words, carefully chewed what Yan Cong'an said, and felt that it was true.Originally, she only thought that the two of them got engaged, and that after marriage, they would love each other, go hand in hand, and spend the rest of their lives together, which would be perfection.But now that I think about it, if the two of you are ruthless in your hearts, just doing the things that should be done in the marriage contract for that piece of paper, raising eyebrows every day and respecting each other like guests, it seems that it is really a bit dull and too boring.

Xun Feibai thought of his heart beating like a drum when he hugged Yan Cong'an yesterday.When the two of them danced together today, Yan Cong'an's every frown and smile, every look up, every turn around, touched every chord of my heart, and I felt that my heart and eyes were filled with this beautiful woman who raised her brows and danced gracefully.

She wanted to hold Yan Cong'an all the time, wanted to hold her in her arms, and didn't want to be separated from her.

At this moment, Xun Fei's mind came up with a poem that he had seen countless times in the book, and he had memorized it backwards, but never understood it.

Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river. A gentle lady, a gentleman is so charming.

Staggered Nymphaea, left and right.Fair lady, I long for it.

poo.Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Pick it from left to right.A beautiful lady, a friend of the piano.

Staggered Nymphoides, left and right.A beautiful lady, the bell and the drum.

Xun Feibai's heart moved slightly, but before he opened his mouth, Yan Cong'an whispered in his ear: "You can know Feibai, I am happy with Feibai."

The author has something to say:

Author: I thought about it and should publish another chapter, it seems that it would be more interesting to stop here.