The sky is getting dark and the moon is rising.
With the help of Xiaobao and others, Dingzhou gradually regained its vitality.
Human beings are such a tenacious and determined species. As long as there is a little bit of vitality, they can quickly come out of the disaster of extinction.
Xiaobao gathered all the healthy people in the city who could still walk in front of the stage in Dingzhou. This was the widest place in the whole city of Dingzhou. There used to be a prosperous market here and there were dramas all night long. , there are also bustling crowds coming and going, and vegetable vendors hawking along the streets. This was also the most prosperous place in Dingzhou.
But now the place is deserted, with no lights, no troupes, and no crowds.
There is a traditional festival in Dingzhou called the Torch Festival, and it also has a nice name, called 'Xinghui Festival'.
Legend has it that there was a war between the gods in ancient times, and God was furious and sent a large number of locusts to the earth to eat crops. The ancestors here in Dingzhou saw that people were about to starve to death, so they cut down many pine branches and wild mugwort branches and tied them into torches, and led the people to light them. Go to the fields and burn the insects.
This day is the Torch Festival.
In order to commemorate the departed hero, Dingzhou people will light torches on this night, party all night long, and use songs and dances to tell their ancestors that they are living a good life now and don't worry about them.
But now they have decided to change the Torch Festival a few months later to today. From today on, they will no longer light torches for the departed hero. They will give the Torch Festival to the one who saved the entire Dingzhou this time. Sister Xiaobao.
Yes, Xiaobao now is not just Xiaobao, but Xiaobao’s sister in Dingzhou. They call her sister affectionately, as if they are the closest family members.
They said that Sister Xiaobao is their star, and the Star Festival should be held for Sister Xiaobao.
Just when the name "Sister Xiaobao" spread, Xiaobao could feel a steady stream of golden shimmer particles rising slowly from the entire city and integrating into his body.
The road to cultivating immortality and becoming a god has opened up in front of Xiaobao. From now on, as long as she manages her followers well, she will be able to gain a steady stream of power of faith. Maybe one day there will really be someone called Sister Xiaobao in heaven. A god from Dingzhou on earth.
Today, Xiaobao put on the most gorgeous white dress with rainbow stripes that she had prepared for Wang Xiaotai before Changsheng, and a gold star crown on her head. She stood on the stage and looked at the crowd of people below, with a smile on her face and raised her hand. He drank the wine glass in one gulp, then smashed the wine glass to the ground, "Send away the souls of the dead!"
Then, amidst the exclamations of everyone, she jumped down from the high stage, holding the palm of her hand while singing.
'The wind picked up, the rain started, and I had to go.
It's dusk, it's dark, and I feel uneasy.
The white mist has not dissipated, and the distant mountains look like reflections. '
This is a folk song passed down orally by the people of Dingzhou. I don’t know where or when it originated, but the melody of this song is catchy and everyone can sing it.
Everyone in the audience also sang along with their trusted sister Xiaobao, "The rootless water quietly fell to the ground, and all things were washed away." '
'A person's life is filled with three months of cuckoo.
The soul's destination, a safe place.
The stars accompany you and protect you devoutly. '
Thousands of songs gather together to form a power that is completely different from the ordinary power of faith. Bathed in it, it is as gentle and soft as a spring breeze.
The sky turned completely dark, a little light flickered in the darkness, and then the light suddenly spread out. No one paid attention to the moon anymore. The fire ignited by humans was enough to put the moon to shame.
All the people held hands and danced around the bonfire, singing and dancing.
They sang in a language that Wang Xiaodai had never heard before. It was like the whisper of the mountains or the cry of the wind. The melody was simple but went straight into people's hearts, shocking people's deepest souls.
This was not a formation, nor did they want to take any pills. All the people spontaneously held hands and danced, singing praises of a beautiful life and praying for a better tomorrow.
She had never seen anything like this.
One hand held Wang Xiaotai, who was watching in fascination, and joined the team that celebrated the departure of illness and disaster with joy and laughter.
Wang Xiaoti was infected by the atmosphere and grabbed the hand of someone around her. Although she couldn't sing their songs, she laughed and danced with them.
The moonlight shrouded the fire, and in the distance, it seemed that there were ancient gods watching their descendants celebrate.
After finishing the round, Wang Xiaotai took the wine handed to her by the person next to her and drank most of the bottle in one gulp. She let out a long breath from her chest and turned around with a smile. She knew that there was only one person who could hold her back in this environment. Only immortality.
But she suddenly let go of the hand she had been holding, as if her hand had been burned by a spark.
After taking a closer look, the person on her left was indeed Changsheng, and the person holding her right hand turned out to be Xiaoyu.
Unexpectedly, Yu put on a red dress and black boots tonight, with a thin silver chain wrapped around the black boots. His calves were straight and slender, his eyes were as bright as stars, as tall as jade trees, and he looked at Wang Xiaomo intently.
"You..." Wang Xiaotao frowned and looked at him.
Yuzhidao tilted his head slightly towards her, smiled brightly, put his finger in the center of his lips, making a 'shush' gesture, then took a few steps back and disappeared into the crowd, as if he had never appeared before.
His appearance was like a dream. If it weren't for the warmth of him still remaining in the palm of his hand, Wang Xiaomo would really think that this was an illusory dream.
"Xiao Moss, what's wrong?"
Behind him, Changsheng held a wine glass in one hand and patted Wang Xiaotai on the shoulder.
"Nothing, I just saw a fat mouse running past."
Wang Xiaotai waved her hand and cast a cleaning technique on her right hand to remove the temperature and traces left by Yu Zhi. She had no intention of telling Changsheng what Yu didn't know.
She also stood with Changsheng holding a wine glass and looked at the crowd dancing and dancing around the bonfire in front of her. While drinking and watching, she felt in a rare relaxed mood.
"Rat? You are going to become a god. Are you afraid of rats?
"I still don't understand why you want to give up on the believers here," Chang Sheng pointed at these people from a distance with the hand holding the wine glass, "We have obviously spent money and effort, and the power of faith should be ours. !”
Seeing the extremely pure power of faith in front of him constantly flowing to Xiaobao who was singing and dancing in the crowd, Changsheng felt that his heart was bleeding.
It’s all money! It’s all the power of faith!
It hurts to give up like that!
Changsheng took another sip of wine, as if he was drunk but not drunk, and patted Wang Xiaomo's arm, "But it's rare for you to be so happy. I have never seen you so happy. Xiaomo, sister, I think it's worth it." Got it!
"Isn't it just the power of faith? We don't want it anymore! Just be happy, right?"
Wang Xiaotai looked at Changsheng who was a little drunk, and suddenly her eyes became hot. She drank the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp. Instead, she pulled the confused Changsheng into the dancing crowd again, and then pulled the people around her to dance together. .
Her dancing is not graceful, or even smooth enough. If she is not dancing with the crowd, it can be said to be chaotic, just following everyone's movements.
Even Chang Sheng, who had drunk too much, danced better than Wang Xiao Tai.
But she danced freely, vigorously and sweatily.
I held hands with Wang Xiaotai tonight, and those who danced with her will have good fortune for a hundred years. Her sweat dripped on the ground to form golden seals. These seals from Fuyao, the God of Wealth, can make this vast square It will become the financial center of Dingzhou and even the entire state.
Delicious wine, simple dances, bright bonfires, and healthy tribesmen.
People in Dingzhou can celebrate this event until the early hours of the morning.
Wang Xiaotai indeed felt happier than ever before here. She seemed to have never laughed like this in her life. She never thought that she could still laugh so happily now.
There is a kind of heartless happiness, but Wang Xiaotai feels that she can stay here for another hundred years.
It would be great if Bailian could come here too.
She must also like this kind of scene very much.
Even in this simple dance, she can dance better than anyone else.
The lyrics of the ballads in this chapter are partly based on the folk songs of the Yi ethnic group. You can search for them. Many of the songs are very nice and very picturesque. A song from Amway: Hearing Liangshan, the melody is catchy and super nice!
Once again, I swear no C P! I will never commit fraud! There is a reason why the little fish behaves this way! Now everyone can regard him as Xiao Tai’s Du Wei! If they were CP, I would stand on my head and drink water! There is really a purpose in writing this!
(End of chapter)
