(2)
It's night, and on the wilderness that should have been replaced by the quiet twilight, there are a few rows of pointed tents sparsely arranged. The lights are brightly lit among them. If you are among them, you can hear singing and dancing. Its excitement is no less than any other feast.
People beat the tambourines and played the pipa, tapping their feet on the lawn and dancing around to the turbulent music. Colorful neon clothes move with you, spinning into circles of dazzling patterns.
Men, women, old and young were all laughing and laughing. It seemed like several families gathered in this station.
The teenagers resorted to bravery and competed in an evenly matched wrestling and sumo match to decide who was more qualified to dance hand in hand with the girl of their dreams and drink and talk happily.
The girls who were still childish sat around the bonfire, silently making eye contact with their favorite beaus.
The stoves and bonfires raised nearby are roasting lamb chops, baking pies, and warming wine, and the aroma is fragrant.
Regardless of whether they are Xianbei people or Han people, have light hair or dark hair, have high nose bridges or short nose bridges, they all swept away the fatigue caused by days of migration and thoroughly enjoyed this lively dinner.
And in the center of the crowd is naturally the protagonist of the banquet.
Zhao Kuo was surrounded by people who took turns toasting in the center. It seemed that everyone wanted to get to know the eldest son of the Yuyi Zhao family, either to express their gratitude or appreciation. All in all, the rich man was so tired that he felt dizzy, but at the same time he was smiling and enjoying himself.
Perhaps this feeling of being surrounded by stars and the moon is so good that it makes Miss Lou, who is sitting nearby and being ignored, envious. Just listen to her murmuring: "It would be great if one day I could be like this..."
Zhao Xiaomei, who was left out in the cold with her, knew the pain of being held in the palm of everyone's hands. She glanced at Ajuan, who was dancing indulgently with others, and the smile on her face suddenly became stronger. Then she waved her pen and said, With the light of the fire curling up, he recorded what he saw and heard in the rolls of mulberry paper on his legs.
"But where has he gone?"
Zhao Xiaomei had this idea in her mind unconsciously, and then she looked around in the crowd.
Among those people holding musical instruments, singing and dancing? Or are you competing with other strong young men in martial arts? Or did he secretly go to the place where the wine is stored and drink to himself?
No, he's not here.
I don’t know who gave the guidance, or she had a tacit understanding, but the little girl soon gradually moved away from that noisy place. She took a lantern, put away the rolls of mulberry paper, and then set off to the hillside where she met Tuoba Guo some time ago.
Sure enough, the young swordsman's proud and tall figure stood on the small grass slope. At this time, he was holding a light in his hand, glancing at the affectionate eyebrows with a slight smile, and looking at the man on the other side who was carefully greeting Tuoba Ruo. A woman.
But Tuoba Guang, this Xianbei warrior whose appearance and body shape were far different from his elder brother Tuoba Yan, was still sitting in the same place, facing the same direction.
"I wonder what's going on?" With a strong curiosity that seemed to be born with her, the little girl lifted up her skirt and pretended to run uphill on the soft ground. When they met, she asked: "Mr. Bai, Sister Murong, why don’t you go eat and drink, we are all so happy to be together!”
"Isn't Miss Zhao here too?" Bai Feng replied, "It's Yan'er. She won't give up until she comes to ask questions clearly."
"Why, Brother Feng still doesn't want to come?" Murong Yan walked slowly to her younger sister and said, "We are here to see A Guang. We are worried that it would not be appropriate to leave him alone as a guard."
"A Guang?" The younger sister was surprised that Murong Yan could take such good care of a boy she didn't know very well, but after a moment she was no longer so surprised. Instead, she felt that it was all expected, otherwise she wouldn't have found it. Come here. She then asked: "Brother Tuoba, are you okay? Is he suffering from any strange illness?"
Murong Yan turned around and glanced at Tuoba Guang, and replied cautiously: "When my mother was alive, I once saw one or two mentally retarded children around her. Some of them were slow in thinking, and some were unable to express themselves. It may be said to be a stubborn disease, but it is not a disease that causes pain to the body.”
"So, there's no cure for this?"
"My mother said they are not sick. They are all very kind children. They are even much kinder than my mother, me, and many, many people in the world. Therefore, there is no need for medical treatment... as long as someone treats each other sincerely. , it will get better naturally.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Feng came to Tuoba Guang's side and said with a smile: "A Guang, what are you looking at? It's dark, why don't we go back to the camp to rest first?"
"No, brother said I can only stay here! Wolves are very cunning, they like to take away lambs while people are sleeping."
"You have been guarding me for a whole day. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it!" Murong Yan came over and said softly like a big sister scolding her younger brother: "Besides, there are not many young warriors among those herdsmen. , why are they not even willing to help?"
"Hahaha, look, the star has fallen again! Hahaha, how interesting!" Tuoba Guang didn't seem to hear Murong Yan's scolding at all. He sat on a small slope watching the sheep and admiring the vast night sky.
The other three people also heard the sound and went away, only to see a few bright meteors streaking across the black curtain above their heads from time to time. It suddenly appeared from the splendid Milky Way with no end, and ended just now at the end of the endless grassland.
The whole process took only a few moments, and soon the sky returned to its previous tranquility. The grassland under the sky is still the roar of the sheep in front of me, and the warmth emanating from the campfire next to me.
At this moment, Tuoba Guang suddenly started humming a little tune: "Ah...ah...hum..." It sounded like he was singing the hymns of Xianbei herdsmen. They were all Xianbei songs that Han people couldn't understand. Old saying. He smiles widely, even though it looks like he's alone, which can be creepy and inexplicable at certain points.
But the familiar tune inevitably attracted the attention of Bai Feng and Murong Yan.
"Isn't this the ballad that Yan'er often sings?" Bai Feng sighed from the bottom of his heart when he saw another Xianbei man's performance.
"Yeah, I thought I was the only one who knew that song, but I never thought that there was someone else who knew how to sing it..."
Murong Yan immediately asked Tuoba Chen what the profound meaning of the song was, and why she could use it to call out the birds. Tuoba Guang didn't seem to understand the second half of the words, so he sang the song again in Chinese: "Chile River, under the Yin Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the wind blows the grass low. See cattle and sheep.”
It turns out that the song was a gift left to me by my ancestors, and it was called my hometown.
