Mrs. Bai is a person who likes fun and doesn't follow many rules. She set up the stage in the outer courtyard so that everyone can watch.
Every day the stage is crowded with people.
In addition to Mrs. Bai and the relatives of Mr. and Mrs. Bai, there are also people in the town, vendors on the street, and even some people who look like handymen helping the cooks. For example, a man holding a big spoon in his hand also stood in the crowd and watched.
You have to laugh.
People are still coming.
The newcomers stood on tiptoe and looked towards the stage. The gongs and drums were banging, and there was a man standing on the stage, bending over his desk and splashing ink.
Why?
"What kind of show is this?" the newcomer asked in confusion, "Why don't you do somersaults?"
"This is a birthday message for the old lady." The person next to me explained.
The newcomers stared: "What's so interesting about this? We can't read."
"You'll know after you take a look." The person next to him comforted him, "Don't worry, don't worry."
Having said this, the person on the stage finished writing and showed the paper on the desk.
"Jiangling Yanhua gave a birthday message to Mrs. Bai." He announced his name loudly and read out the content.
Although they didn't understand it, the melody was ups and downs, and the gongs and drums on the stage were replaced by flutes, flutes, and pipas, with a crisp and clear accompaniment. The newcomers couldn't help but laugh.
"Although it's not as lively as somersaults, it's no worse than singing opera lyrics, and it's pretty nice to listen to," he commented.
For people who don't read or read, the highest evaluation is that it sounds nice. People who are read and literate need to give more detailed comments, from words to content to rhythm.
"Good, good, good." Mrs. Bai also praised without hesitation.
The person sitting next to her waved his hand in front of his eyes.
"Grandma, don't say yes just to meet someone." Gao Xiaoliu said, "You haven't looked at me yet."
Madam Bai laughed: "Okay, okay, look at our Xiaoliu."
Gao Xiaoliu stood up and jumped directly from the bottom of the stage to the high platform.
"Come here, get pen, ink, paper and inkstone." He shouted loudly.
Amei pulled Qixing over and saw pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and two pieces of paper hanging on the shelf.
"Ah, no luck, it's not somersaults." Amei said with regret, but looked at the people on the stage and laughed with Qixing again, "But this person is better looking than somersaults, don't you think, Axiu?"
Qixing looked at Gao Xiaoliu on the high platform in the distance, who was walking around like a peacock with his golden sleeves rolled up and a pen in each hand.
"Grandma, let me show you what is really good." He shouted loudly.
It sounded like she was talking to her grandmother, but the shouting was so loud that everyone in front of the stage could hear her.
Qixing smiled slightly, and whispered to A-Mei, "It's very beautiful."
The good-looking person on the stage started to write with his pen, and the adults and children who were doing somersaults and were not interested at first discovered what they found, and exclaimed, "Look, he can write with both hands at the same time!"
It’s not unusual for someone to be able to write with their left hand. What’s strange is that they can write with both hands together.
"The handwriting on his left and right hands is different——"
That’s even more amazing!
The children began to push forward, and the people standing behind were embarrassed to squeeze, so they looked for anything they could stand on tiptoe.
My sister also stretched out her hands to sign.
"I can't do it," she said. "I can't draw a square with one hand or a circle with one hand. What about you, Axiu?"
Qixing stretched out his hands and made gestures each.
Amei’s eyes widened and she exclaimed: “You are so awesome, you can draw it like this.”
Qixing smiled: "My hands are more skillful."
My sister also laughed: "But I just don't know how to fish."
Qixing also smiled: "I will learn it as soon as possible after I get home. When the time comes, I will catch a lot of fish for you."
Amidst the applause, Gao Xiaoliu and Feifei Wu finished writing the last stroke with both hands.
He threw away the pen and pointed at a few musicians on the side.
The musicians immediately shook their heads and started playing.
Accompanied by the sound of music, Gao Xiaoliu wrote two words of his own and recited them loudly.
Illiterate people still don't understand, but they laugh happier.
"It sounds even better than before!" He clapped and praised.
The applause from all over the courtyard proved that he was not the only one who thought so. Mrs. Bai sitting in the front row was laughing from ear to ear.
"My precious grandson is really amazing," she said repeatedly.
Gao Xiaoliu was very proud and raised his eyebrows at the previous scholar and smiled: "You don't need to tell others who is more powerful, you know it yourself, right?"
The scholar from before looked slightly stiff, raised his hand and saluted: "Young Master Gao is even better."
Gao Xiaoliu did not give up, and said with a smile: "Then you can see clearly, this is because I am good, not because my grandmother dotes on me. Don't be unconvinced and slander me in your heart for bullying others based on my status."
Although he seemed to be talking about Mrs. Bai, the scholars and many people who knew the inside story knew very well what Gao Xiaoliu really meant. He was saying that Gao Xiaoliu was better than others, not because of the son of Elder Gao.
identity of.
It was almost done. He kept chattering, and the scholar raised his hand and shook it down hard.
"Don't worry, Mr. Gao." He said coldly, "I'm not that petty."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Gao Xiaoliu laughed from behind: "That's good. Gentlemen are magnanimous. We don't want to be mean people without ambition."
This kid is really talkative. When he becomes the leader in the future, he will also be an unpleasant leader. Mr. Bai couldn't stand it any longer. He glared and shouted in a low voice, "Come down quickly."
Gao Xiaoliu raised his hands again to the surroundings, eliciting cheers, and then jumped down from the stage.
"Your father can't teach you to take care of you, so he sent you here as soon as possible." Mr. Bai scolded in a low voice.
Gao Xiaoliu smiled at him: "Uncle, people are born to be great, it doesn't matter who teaches them, otherwise, how come your cousins are just mediocre?"
Mr. Bai's face turned red with anger. If he wanted to say something, Gao Xiaoliu had already pounced on Mrs. Bai.
"Grandma--uncle scolded me again," he said.
Mr. Bai said angrily: "How can I not!"
Mrs. Bai didn't care and glared at Mr. Bai: "Go and do your business. The child will be raised without you taking care of it."
Mr. Bai had no choice but to say nothing more, while Gao Xiaoliu was very proud.
As he stepped off the stage, several actors began to do somersaults to the sound of gongs and drums, and the stage became lively. The writing competition just now seemed to be just an intermission. The public did not think there was anything wrong and continued to watch the opera.
Mrs. Bai was still sitting in the front row, watching happily.
Gao Xiaoliu leaned beside her and asked again: "Grandma, am I great?"
Mrs. Bai nodded: "It's awesome, our Xiaoliu is really awesome."
Gao Xiaoliu sighed softly, raised his head and looked around, with regret on his face: "What a pity."
"What's the pity?" Mrs. Bai asked, stroking his shoulder.
"It's a pity that a friend hasn't come yet and hasn't been able to see my awesome scene." Gao Xiaoliu said.
As he spoke, he looked around again and frowned slightly.
Why hasn't she come yet?
Didn't the old man in the west hall say she would definitely come?
The gongs and drums were banging, and the shouts and cheers were loud and clear, which made people feel uneasy. Wei Dongjia was sitting indoors, holding the carving knife firmly in his hand.
The lantern on the table gradually became crystal clear after being carved with a carving knife.
"I haven't seen your craftsmanship in many years." Shopkeeper Lu looked at it and sighed.
Mr. Wei snorted: "It's all old Duan's trick to torment us."
At this point, his voice dropped again. The former teacher was no longer there, and now he was finally able to regain his strength, but the passionate young junior was suddenly surrounded and killed without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Wei Dongjia suddenly stood up.
Shopkeeper Lu was startled: "What are you doing?" He quickly advised, "Don't be impulsive."
Making a fuss at this moment will not only mess up the minds of everyone in Momen, but also bring danger to everyone.
Mr. Wei glared at him: "Go and give Mrs. Bai a birthday gift." After saying that, he picked up the lantern on the table and walked out while rocking the wheelbarrow.
There were a lot of people on the stage, and there were also a lot of people on the flowing seats.
Amei took Qixing and came to eat on the flowing water mat while the stage was taking a break.
The two of them had a lively meal, and heard the gongs and drums beating again on the other side of the stage.
"I don't know what's next." Amei said, putting a few snacks into her mouth hastily, "Axiu, let's go get a seat quickly."
Qixing said from the side: "I won't go."
Amei was stunned for a moment: "Why? These stages are so beautiful. There are so many interesting things besides somersaults."
Qixing smiled and said: "It's very beautiful, but it's time for me to go home."
A-mei held her hand with great reluctance: "You can come and play with me when you have time in the future."
Qixing nodded and gently stroked the girl's temples: "Don't be playful and go back early so that your family won't worry about you."
Amei nodded, Qixing smiled at her, turned and walked away.
