Mo Lingfeng handed in the blank paper majestically, Cheng Ting made it up in fear, and Wu Jin filled it in uneasily.
After class, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief and made an appointment to meet at Yuhua Street in the afternoon.
The days were getting warmer and longer, and even before the hour of the day arrived, Yuhua Street was already filled with singers Zhong Haohao and Luo Qi Yingying. The three of them arrived at the colorful shed where the malong dance was held. The crowd was already so crowded that there was no room to buy a seat.
Cheng Ting heard the sound of gongs and drums and the sound of raindrops inside, and he immediately stamped his feet in hatred - Ma Long had never been watched by so many people before.
He jumped a few times and looked around to see someone he knew. He immediately squeezed in to find his friends and give up a few seats: "Wait for me here!"
When he sharpened his head and got in, the sound of copper bells suddenly rang out in the noisy colorful shed, coming from several places, tinkling, suppressing the noise of the crowd.
Wu Jin raised his head and looked up, but all he saw was the black head. Suddenly someone pulled hard on his sleeve, making him bend down and look at Mo Yefeng: "Get out?"
Mo Lingfeng stretched out a finger and pointed it downward: "Squat down! Quick."
Wu Jin didn't know what she was going to do, so he squatted down as instructed, but saw Mo Lingfeng take a step forward and walk around behind him.
"back……"
Wu Jin was just about to say that he couldn't see even if he carried it on his back, when his shoulders suddenly sank. Mo Lingfeng had already put one leg up, hugged his head with both hands, and rode up with the other leg: "Get up, hurry up."
Wu Jin didn't have time to think too much, he quickly went to hold her legs with both hands, and used the posture of a shoulder pancake cage to hunch her up steadily.
Mo Lingfeng rode on his neck lively, and when he looked inside, he saw that all seventeen people dancing the dragon had already left the stage, with flower sticks and colorful satin flying in unison. The people watching were dazzled, and they immediately shouted "Hello"
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In front of Wu Jin, there were only people rubbing shoulders and heels, and he could not see the dragon dance. In his ears, he could hear the sounds of gongs, drums, copper bells, and iron rings intertwined. It was a mess. However, when he heard Mo Lingfeng cheering, he didn't know why.
I am also happy in my heart.
The soft satin on his fingertips, the incense pouring into the tip of his nose, and the delicate little hand holding his chin formed a soft, delicate, little sister-like Mo Lingfeng.
In less than a moment, Cheng Ting came out again, with a smile all over his face: "Come in! Three leaders! If I say treat you, please do it. Don't be too pretentious, the leaders can make the dragon dance for you.
On the face!”
Mo Lingfeng immediately said: "Come down."
Wu Jin squatted down and put Mo Lingfeng down. The three of them almost squeezed into a piece of paper before they went inside and sat down.
What Cheng Ting said was true. Before Wu Jin could sit down, his beard swept over his face.
He had never seen a Ma Long before. When the Ma Long brushed by, he subconsciously reached out to grab it. Seeing the man standing on stilts, he stopped abruptly and stood there for a moment. His eyes were red with tears as the Ma Long thorns flew by.
He drummed it out involuntarily.
Sitting down with blurred vision, he wiped away his tears and blinked his eyes hard a few times. The surrounding people were filled with enthusiastic cheers, but no one noticed his gaffe.
He also went to see the Malong Dance. Since he had never seen it before, he watched it with gusto. He thought it was just the Malong Dance, but he didn't expect that after the dance, there were tambourines.
The one who plays the tambourine is an Erma girl. She is dressed coolly. She holds a gold-painted tambourine and dances all over the place amidst the melodious music. Her figure is graceful and soft, which attracts people's attention.
Most of the people in the venue came to see this young girl from Elma.
Mo Lingfeng immediately fell in love with the tambourine in the girl's hand. He stared at it intently and couldn't help but lean forward. When the girl finished flying around, she also cheered along with her.
After seeing the Malong and the tambourine, the colorful shed was about to be replaced by a small song. It seemed to be singing "Nine Ugly". Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting were not interested in such cheerful little songs at all, so they cuddled up to each other.
Following Wu Jin, they all retreated.
After leaving Yuhua Street, Cheng Ting rambled about arranging tomorrow's holiday - because of this beating, he had a large amount of money in his hand, and he could invite them to go horse racing at the racecourse tomorrow.
Just when Wu Jin wanted to say that he was going to sell cakes, Mo Lingfeng loudly announced that the Mo family would order all his cakes tomorrow.
As soon as these words came out, the three people with very different personalities couldn't help laughing, and a feeling of intimacy suddenly arose in their hearts.
After passing a fork in the road, Cheng Ting said goodbye first and headed back home, while Wu Jin continued to see Mo Lingfeng home.
The closer you get to Mo Mansion, the more the night reveals its true colors. The moon is bright and the wind is clear, the light and shadow are flowing with the wind, whirling and dancing, and there are occasional crows, which makes people feel more and more lonely.
Mo Lingfeng was full of energy and chattered to Wu Jin. First she said she wanted to eat fresh cherries, but she didn't know if her brother had bought them. Then she said she still wanted to eat cherries mixed with cheese, but now her brother listened to Uncle Zhao and let her eat.
It was sweet, and thinking of my own teeth, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick the tips of my newly grown teeth.
Under the bright moonlight, Wu Jin stared at the little black shadow jumping on the ground. Somehow, she felt that there was lonely starlight in Mo Lingfeng's eyes - her world was too small.
He heard Mo Lingfeng ask himself: "Do you like sweets?"
Wu Jin nodded: "When I was an apprentice, I specifically learned how to make sugar cookies."
"When I grow up, I will go to Shuzhong," Mo Lingfeng raised his face, "My brother said that the sugar in Shuzhong is the best in the world. There are hundreds of kinds of sugar sold in the market, and only 10 kinds of sugar candies are sold in the market.
Sichuan does the best."
Wu Jin smiled and said: "But Sichuan is also very spicy."
Mo Lingfeng replied fearlessly: "I can eat it too, and I will bring you a lot of candies when the time comes."
The two were talking when suddenly a group of people came towards them, riding horses on the moon. Surrounded by a fat and fair middle-aged man, his face was ordinary, but he was dressed richly, wearing a soft gauze Tang scarf and an embroidered blue dress.
He was wearing a robe, with sachets, jade pendants, fans and other items hung around his waist. When he saw Wu and Jin, he reined in his horse.
"Brother, where are you going to the horse farm?" the middle-aged man asked Wu Jin, but his eyes swept over Mo Lingfeng and the gold necklace on her body.
Mo Lingfeng let him look at him, his eyes passing by the blue robe on the middle-aged man.
Wu Jin pointed in the direction and sent Mo Lingfeng home before he hurried home.
As soon as Mo Lingfeng entered Mo Mansion, Mo Mansion lit up its lights, and the desolate and lonely scene was swept away. People came and went from everywhere, bringing tea and water, and spreading smoked clothes and quilts.
Mo Lingfeng is like a master.
Mo Lingfeng changed his clothes and went to look for Mo Qianlan - Mo Qianlan was hiding in the middle hall and lazing around, instead of going to the backyard to say hello to his aunts.
Mo Lingfeng took a bite of cheese cherry and said to Mo Qianlan: "Ma Long is so long——"
She stretched her arms as hard as she could: "The beard was so long that it even touched Wu Jin's face. He shed a lot of tears."
She reached for the silver spoon and took another spoonful. She swallowed it in one gulp: "Brother, why not iced cheese? I want to eat iced cheese."
Mo Qianlan was dressed in regular clothes. After listening to Mo Lingfeng's words, he answered and took a dry handkerchief from the plate to wipe her hair. Her hair was dark and thick, and it was heavy and heavy in her hands.
Grandma looks like him, and his hair was as dark as when he was little - he thought to himself.