Feng Wuli stopped the car and walked back. The smoke rising from the village made the distant mountains turn into shadows. A row of wild geese flew across the gap between the sunset and the mountains.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, towards evening, women in the village walked out carrying baskets containing pork belly, tea, wine, rice, incense candles, plastic gold bowls, gold cups, and gold chopsticks.
From your own home, you go all the way to the social altar, the ancestral home, various gods and goddesses, then to the ancestral hall, and then go back.
Some people saw Feng Wuli and found that they couldn't recognize whose cub it was, so they took a second look when they passed by him. Some people walked away and suddenly remembered that they told others who the cub was, and it was so big.
Many people go to this road. Sometimes there will be a small statue on the side of the mountain wall or on the roadside, with tributes, burned or half-burned candles and incense placed in front of it.
There is also a simple stone tablet with unclear words. The paper money burned to ashes in front of the stone tablet floats towards the mountains under the sunset.
The woman muttered words while saluting the gods, and the sound of firecrackers sounded at different distances.
There are many customs and ceremonies in the south. People worship from the 30th of the New Year to the 6th day of the Lunar New Year.
Call it ignorance, but that's not necessarily the case. It's hard to say how much they themselves will believe. He remembered that his aunt was very annoyed by these things when he was a child, and she would nag her. But when he came back in recent years, he found that she was silently taking care of all these things, and she didn't see anything. Believing is more like a kind of inheritance, a spiritual inheritance. They are telling the mountains that the descendants of those people are still here, telling the ancestors that their children can run, and telling the forest spirits that they have never forgotten them.
He had just walked to a small stone temple that was half a man tall. He said it was a temple. He used a very disrespectful but very appropriate name to describe the style of the small temple. It was shaped a bit like a doghouse.
Feng Wuli made a long hiss. There were many tributes and incense candles placed in front of this wild ceremony. The problem was that the vague stone statue of a woman in the temple, he actually felt that there was a trace of familiar aura on it.
This made him couldn't help but look at the inscription on the side.
Good guy, why are you here, Aunt Wang?
Feng Wuli couldn't help but take a photo and sent it to Wang Xilou.
Feng Wuli: Pictures
Feng Wuli: Aunt Wang, look
Wang Xilou: /stay
Wang Xilou: Where did you see it?
Feng Wuli: Outside the village
Wang Xilou: Master doesn’t know either/I’m dumbfounded
Wang Xilou: No more talking, I’m busy!
Well, I don’t expect her to know much anymore. This half-toned zombie has lived for so long that he doesn’t even know where someone has set up a longevity tablet. It’s not surprising that the longevity tablet has become a wild sacrifice in a mountain temple.
But what can she be busy with now?
Feng Wuli just silently changed Wang Xilou's note to Aunt Wang, and suddenly felt quite happy.
Before they returned to the entrance of the village, three crows came croaking under the night cover from a distance. Ordinary people would probably be frightened when they saw this scene, but Feng Wuli couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
One landed on his shoulder, one fluttered in the air, and another stepped directly on his head, causing him to shrink his neck and lean forward a few steps.
But he wasn't annoyed at all.
"I just came back and there are no peanuts on me yet," he said with a smile.
"We have it. We can give you two later."
"Where did you get the peanuts?"
"We borrowed them from a squirrel in the mountains. When we saw it going out, the three of us flew into its nest and borrowed a lot."
"But we left half of it. Master Yishan said that if we borrow the whole thing, it won't survive the winter and will die."
Feng Wuli couldn't help but ask: "Will you pay it back in the future?"
"Won't."
"That shouldn't be called borrowing, that's called stealing."
"Really? That's just stealing." They don't have this concept.
"Want to go play in the mountains and ride a wooden dog?" said the crow on the shoulder.
They talk a lot and chatter.
"No."
Feng Wuli recalled the experience of riding that big dog into the mountains with them when he was a child, and couldn't help but laugh: "It sucks your pants when you ride a dog."
The three crows tilted their heads and stared with puzzled eyes.
"By the way, do you know what happened to Aunt Wang?" Feng Wuli asked them to look at the wild priest over there.
"Quaa?"
"Is she the woman who came back with you?"
Ah Huan, who was fluttering in the air, turned to look over there and said, "She came here six hundred years ago. At that time, there was a plague here and everyone was about to die. She asked Master Shengqing to give him medicine and saved many people nearby. Village, you humans built these mountain temples for her.”
The crow on the head also said: "But she didn't take the incense, and they all scattered before she took it."
Feng Wuli suddenly felt very interesting.
He knew that Wang Xilou had been here six hundred years ago, but he didn't know that she also saved the people nearby and his ancestors.
Does that mean that if she hadn't come here or cared about this place, he wouldn't have existed.
Feng Wuli felt that he had a divine connection with Wang Xilou six hundred years ago. He saw her thin figure, her face was as calm as water, and she was far less vivid than she is now.
She was surrounded by villagers wearing linen clothes with dull eyes. She didn't mind the mess. To avoid looting, she handed out the medicine one by one. Her face was cold, her hands were cold, and the medicine was cold. Only her heart was still there. A little hot.
Perhaps when she handed the medicine to a ragged child, she didn't know that the child in front of her was actually her future apprentice, lover, or even the ancestor of her husband. At that moment, Feng Wuli was in the time and space six hundred years later. Zhong became entangled with her fate.
There was an inexplicable feeling of fate, as if she had belonged to him six hundred years ago.
This made Feng Wuli feel a little ashamed.
In other words, Wang Xilou's kindness to the human beings who thrive in this land is almost as great as Nuwa's kindness to the creation of human beings.
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"It's so confusing!"
The little zombie excitedly pushed the cards, realized that he had lost his temper, coughed twice, looked at his second aunt, his third aunt and his unreasonable eldest cousin, and coughed twice again: "Good luck, good luck."
Several people laughed when they saw it.
"Let me see if there is a little husband this time."
"That must be impossible!"
The sound of playing mahjong could be heard in the yard, as well as the sounds of teasing and teasing.
When Feng Wuli came back, he saw this scene and his expression was astonished.
After her death, "Nuwa" played mahjong with her people.
That Wang Xilou, who had a close friendship with her, who was compassionate and kind to save the world six hundred years ago, could no longer be connected with the man in front of her.
The uncle was smoking at the door, and Feng Wuli went over to talk to the old man.
"The younger sister in Xiaolou looks so much like her," the old man said curiously.
"Twins are like this. You can recognize them after seeing them a few times." That's impossible. He still occasionally admits his mistakes.
It doesn't matter if he admits he was wrong.
"Yes, and the little one also looks similar. It's almost the same mold." He still sounded very curious.
Feng Wuli just laughed, "The two of them insist on coming over to play, causing trouble."
"Go! What are you talking about!" My uncle said, "I cleaned up my ancestral house for you this morning. I'm just afraid that you young people won't be used to sleeping in the ditch."
"Won't."
They kept chatting, and the little cousin poured him a bowl of soup from the kitchen and said that dinner would be served soon.
As night fell, the village rang out a few cock crows, mixed with the barking of dogs. The mountains were vast and the barking of dogs seemed to be heard reaching the mountains on the opposite side.
Sure enough, there was a barking response from the hilltop opposite, startling the birds under the night sky. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of firecrackers in the distance, very light and distant, like distracting thoughts beside the pillow.
The younger cousin and eldest aunt were cooking. There were a lot of dishes during the Chinese New Year. Wang Xilou stopped playing mahjong, so he hurried over to help.
Feng Wuli leaned over to help, "Aunt Wang, we're cooking."
Wang Xilou did not dare to speak and only stared at her with his eyes.
The aunt and cousin next to them looked at the two of them and looked at each other.
laugh.
The aunts asked Su Xiaoxin to play mahjong with them, but since Su Xiaoxin knew how to play mahjong, Wang Xilou asked Chifu to teach her. Chifu took the task of teaching his future mother-in-law how to play mahjong extremely seriously.
The two of them looked like a mother and daughter when they sat together.
It's just that the Chifu mahjong technician was trained by Wang Xilou, and he was not in good luck. The tiles were even more fancy, like children stacking blocks. The two of them seemed to be studying the Bagua array seriously.
Feng Wuli felt inexplicably funny looking at it.
Before he came back, Po Nu took his third uncle's youngest son, who was in kindergarten, out to play. Along with him was Su He, a cousin who followed Feng Wuli in high school. He was the boy who fought with Feng Wuli against landlords when his eldest cousin got married. .
When Feng Wuli went out to find them and came back for dinner, Po Nu was fighting with a big yellow dog in the village. From Su He's mouth, she learned that she had just led the two of them to pick dozens of cockleburs and then kept throwing them at the dog.
This man is very annoying.
Finally, the dog became anxious.
Chase her and bite.
Po Nu picked up a stick halfway through and chased after him.
Su He was frightened.
But the little cousin in the kindergarten was very excited.
The four idlers walked back along the cement road. Ponu picked up the stick and danced with a sound of breaking the air. The little cousin kept pestering her and wanted to play with her. The temperature in the mountains and fields became very cold.
On the way back, there were people like them doing nothing around the village, but they were often alone, and their clothes were not like those in mountain villages, and they were incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Some are squatting on the roadside, or walking around idle on the concrete roadside, occasionally looking at the mountains opposite, and occasionally checking their mobile phones.
It looked extremely suspicious at night.
"Why don't you go home at this time?" Su He was confused.
"It can't be a human trafficker, right?" Feng Wuli said.
"Not necessarily." Po Nu suspected: "Maybe he is a son-in-law from out of town."
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