After walking through the prosperous modern civilization and embracing the primitive fireworks of the world, Lu Beicen wanted to experience in depth the so-called local atmosphere and the smell of fireworks.
She can no longer remember how many years ago she was immersed in the smell of books at dusk like this. She studied in the evening self-study in high school, in the library in college, and even during her internship year, she mostly spent time on the computer.
forward.
In high school, she had just entered an aristocratic school from an ordinary suburban middle school. Even the exquisite school uniform could not hide her inner fear. She could only wrap herself with a layer of coldness. For three years, she was alone.
He lives alone and is incompatible with the well-off classmates around him. His only friends are books and his only good results are his grades.
After crossing the bridge, I got off the car. When I looked up, I saw the huge neon sign of Qianyang Taste. Lu Beicen was stunned. He thought of the old man he met in the afternoon and how plain and simple he looked. Look at this again.
The shiny signboard seems a bit out of place and weird.
I was just dazed for a moment when I heard cheers coming from the riverside, followed by a rhythmic dance music. As far as the eye could see, a large group of young people formed a circle and sang along to the rhythm.
Some danced wildly, some just watched, and occasionally shouted cheers such as "Hello, beautiful" and so on.
Further forward, it is obvious that a group of aunts are dancing in the square. It seems that since the Olympic Games in the first year, square dancing, a sport with a strong mass base, has blown from the capital to all parts of the country like a gust of wind, and has also brought great benefits to cities.
The dusk adds infinite vitality and excitement.
Lu Beicen's footsteps involuntarily moved toward the area that was even larger than the square dance aunt. He slowly squeezed to a slightly higher place under a magnolia tree, and finally saw clearly through the gaps in the crowd.
The people inside are dancing a dynamic and hot dance to the rhythmic music. Is this a hip-hop dance?
Lu Beicen suddenly became more curious about the city of Qianyang. You must know that at this time, in prefecture-level cities like this, young people generally choose to go out to study and then stay in first-tier cities to work hard, or do not work in first-tier cities.
I went out to work early when I was able to go to college.
But in a city like Qianyang, there is also a group of young people who are leading the trend of the times. They are in sharp contrast with the square dancing ladies next to them, but without delaying their respective joy, the corners of Lu Beicen's mouth slightly raised.
Living freely in a place seems to be a very beautiful and warm thing.
While Lu Beicen was in a trance, everyone was cheering, as if he had been waiting for a long time. A young man wearing a white shirt, dark trousers, and a very formal tie walked into the field.
, smiled and greeted everyone, then casually stuffed the tie into the gap in the shirt on his chest, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and a burst of restless music came out.
The man actually started dancing, quite gently at first. As the rhythm became faster and faster, the power of the music became stronger and stronger, and the man's movements also became larger and larger. His body should be very restrained.
The formal attire did not seem to bring him any inconvenience. There was a series of movements that, in Lu Beicen's opinion, were like juggling, or maybe they could only be performed by those gymnasts he had seen on TV...
At the end of the song, the man raised his hand in greeting amidst the cheers and cheers from the crowd and asked for another song. While taking off his tie, he said slowly: "You guys are playing, I haven't eaten yet, so change."
Come again tomorrow."
The man stuffed his tie into the pocket of his trousers, shook the sweat off his forehead, and walked out of the crowd. In this direction, he was getting closer and closer to Lu Beicen.
Several young people next to Lu Beicen said hello to the person approaching, called Brother Qi, and made way for him. The man went around and went to the magnolia grandiflora behind Lu Beicen. Lu Beicen then
She noticed that at some point, a suit jacket and a briefcase had been hung on the tree behind her. Under the flickering lights, the briefcase exuded the luster of being well-made and well-maintained.
The man stood under the tree outside the crowd and waved his hands to get the bag and suit, but more sweat poured out of his forehead, and he was a little embarrassed to wipe the sweat that almost flowed into his eyes and mouth.
, there was a helpless smile on his face, but there was a young man next to him who knew him. He seemed to see his predicament and shouted to the people nearby: "Tissues, who brought tissues?"
The people around had obviously eaten dinner, packed lightly, and were ready to dance. Most of them had towels wrapped around their hands to wipe sweat. Such an extremely personal thing, even covered with sweat, was obviously not suitable.
In order to give it to the great god in their eyes, Lu Beicen took out a pack of wet wipes from the side pocket of the backpack hanging in front of him and handed it to the great god quietly.
The master was stunned for a moment, glanced at Lu Beicen, then smiled and reached out to take it, and thanked him very politely. Some of the young people next to him shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," and some started to boo, Lu Beicen's mouth squeezed.
He smiled, waved his hands, walked straight from the back of the crowd, passed through the extremely orderly dance formation of the square dancers, and walked slowly along the river embankment.
A cool river breeze blew by, and Lu Beicen crossed the crosswalk. Further ahead, there are cultural landscapes and natural landscapes. There are no people at night. There are bright lights and streets full of tourists.
Strolling around freely, Lu Beicen enjoyed watching the bustling city life with cold eyes.
Turning out of the last alley, there was a faint aroma of coffee floating in the air. To the right was a small cold drink shop. Lu Beicen couldn't help but look inside. It turned out to be a quite sentimental coffee shop with a wooden color.
The bar counter and the professional coffee machine behind the bar made Lu Beicen feel refreshed. He was a little thirsty at the moment and had to work overtime at night to catch up on manuscripts. A cup of coffee seemed to be a good choice.
When Lu Beicen bought coffee from the coffee shop and continued walking towards the bridge with the coffee, she realized that the row from the left side of the street to the bridge was actually the boundary of the Qianyang Flavor Restaurant, which made her unable to help herself.
I also think of the inheritor of traditional sculpture skills.
What an interesting person, Lu Beicen's mouth curled up, and he couldn't help but think to himself, it seems like he can get whatever he wants, and he saw the old man sitting at a table on the street, looking at him with a smile.
Own.
At this time, dinner time has passed and the night market has not yet started. There are only two or three tables sitting at the endless tables on the street. In front of the old man is a bottle of what seems to be a local liquor in Qianyang called Qianyang.
Small burnt, 2-and-a-half bottle, half drunk.
There is a large bowl, two plates, three dishes on the table, and there is a person on the side who is engrossed in eating.
The old man smiled and said to Lu Beicen: "Little girl, why are you wandering around alone at night?"
Hearing the old man's sudden voice, the man eating next to him also raised his head. Lu Beicen's overflowing smile froze. The man was obviously a little surprised, but in just a moment, he put down the rice bowl and chopsticks in his hands and rushed
Lu Beicen smiled: "Thank you just now."
Lu Beicen looked at the master in front of him who had changed into a very casual T-shirt and shorts, smiled and waved his free hand, and then answered the old man's question a little shyly: "The teacher has something to do, I will come out on my own."
Just wander around."
The old man looked at the young man next to him, then at Lu Beicen, and greeted with a smile: "If you are tired from walking, why don't you just sit here and take a rest?"
Lu Beicen was already very interested in the old man, and he was such a unique hip-hop master, so he nodded obediently, pulled out the stool, sat down and said, "Thank you, I won't delay your business."
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The old man took a sip of his wine, shook his head with a smile and said, "It's just a guest appearance. Besides, it's not the time to welcome guests."
The old man looked at the half-bowl of rice in front of him and said without any embarrassment, "Have you seen it before?"
Just as the great god was about to explain, Lu Beicen smiled and said, "It's just a casual relationship. I just saw the great god doing hip-hop."
The old man laughed and said: "What a great man! This is my son. When he comes back from get off work every day, the first thing he does is join in the fun of those young people."
Seeing the complacency in the old man's eyes and the modesty on his lips, Lu Beicen smiled and said, "Isn't this also a kind of guest appearance? The key is you two. Even guest appearances can make you a god, but it's not that simple." The old man
Both the hip-hop master and the hip-hop master were stunned by Lu Beicen's words, and then one burst into laughter and the other smiled brightly.
After the old man finished laughing, he said: "You little girl is really good at talking. These days, it's rare to see little girls like you who can talk as well as you do at such a good level. Is the little girl studying in college?"
Lu Beicen couldn't help but laugh. After living for more than twenty years, this was the first time someone praised him for his ability to speak, but he just smiled and shook his head and said, "I graduated and am already working."
"So you are also in the television industry?" the old man asked with a smile.
Lu Beicen looked at the old man in surprise. The old man was still smiling: "Your teacher this afternoon seemed familiar to me at the time. But then I remembered that he seemed to be a cameraman who used to take pictures of my workshop."
A little video later, but he was still young at that time, and now he has become a teacher. It will be five or six years ago."
"The old man has a really good memory. What kind of videos did you take before?" Lu Beicen asked.
"It was at that time that it was necessary to apply for World Heritage and take some video materials. It was quite troublesome. Just setting up the lights took an hour or two."
"Then the specifications of your video shooting are quite high. To set up the lights for an hour or two, you need at least four or five light sources."
"Then I, an old man, don't quite understand. Anyway, the light made me sweat. We also cooperated and actively cooperated. It is not easy for this traditional handicraft to be passed down. Look at me, when I was young,...
It is difficult to support a family with this craft, so I can only make a living by relying on this guest appearance." When every old man talks about it, it seems to be a book with different contents. Those who have never read it feel curious, but they have read it over and over again.