184. Chapter 184 Beating the drum and spreading the flowers
Author: Lan Jiajia
Chapter 184 Beating the Drum and Passing the Flowers
Some little dolls chased and played together and passed her.
The ladies followed them with their eyes, for fear of falling down and injuring themselves. Moreover, they were also afraid that the children would be too naughty and hit the madam.
The older children, who were over ten years old, all sat around Qing Yi. They knew that Qing Yi knew Kung Fu, and they all pestered him to teach them Kung Fu. They also kept asking him what the world outside the villa was like.
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Qingyi couldn't stand being pestered by them anymore, so he stood up and ran away. The group of children followed him eagerly, like a little tail that he couldn't get rid of.
When Pei Jian saw this, he clenched his fists and arched the muscles on his forearm. He couldn't understand it. He knew kung fu, and his master was the instructor of the Imperial Army! Why didn't you come to him to learn kung fu?
Seeing his unwillingness to admit defeat, Mrs. Pei shook her head helplessly and gave him a meat skewer.
"Eat quickly."
He has an unshaven beard and is as angry as an ox. The kid is willing to play with him. He is a handsome and handsome young man. He speaks and talks like his sister-in-law and brother. He is very polite, not to mention those kids.
Yes, she also liked it when she saw it.
I just don’t know if he is married to the girl’s family. If not, she has a cousin from far away who is just the right age for him. I don’t know if I can take a look at it.
People drank heavily and ate meat, so they were very happy.
Some people suggested that we should have some fun. Su Yuanyuan thought of the drumming and passing flowers she played before, so she suggested it.
Everyone sat in a circle around the bonfire, Su Yuanyuan was no exception. She pulled Jiang Wenzheng to sit in the far north. Jiang Wenzheng's legs still hurt when he squatted, so she took a small stool for him to sit on.
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Pei Jian was also in high spirits, vying to be the drummer. In fact, he was just tapping the wine jar with a chopstick.
The jingling sound rang out, and people's moods became tense with the gradually accelerating rhythm.
The simple ball quickly shuttled through people's hands in the fierce passing. Suddenly, the crisp knocking sound stopped abruptly. Su Yuanyuan was somewhat grateful that the ball was not in her hands.
Others, like Su Yuanyuan, had relaxed faces and stretched their necks to see whose hands the ball fell into.
To the southwest of the crowd, a dark-skinned young man was holding a ball in his hands like a hot potato. His face was illuminated by the fire, and his face was dark and red.
He lowered his head in embarrassment and stood up like a child who had done something wrong.
The people around were all in their thirties and forties, so they were not shy about this. They all shouted, "Stone, come here! Come here!"
At first, it was just the people around him who were booing, pushing him to the center, and then everyone was booing. Even Jiang Wenzheng had a smile on his lips, as if he was also looking forward to the performance of the young man named Shitou.
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Shitou's face was swollen red. She lowered her head and drooped her arms.
His lips moved slightly, and a very soft sound came from his mouth.
The people making noises around suddenly fell silent. In addition to the crackling sound of wood burning in the bonfire, people also heard the slightly off-key singing of the stone.
There were buzzes of insects all around, as if they were accompanying him.
The sound of the stones was extremely quiet, and the sound of burning wood in the bonfire almost drowned him out.
After the song was sung, people were not afraid of this shy young man and applauded him one after another.
But the more he clapped, the redder and redder Shitou's face became, and finally turned into a monkey's butt, and everyone around him burst out laughing.
A new round of drumming and passing flowers began. This time Pei Jian closed his eyes and beat the wine jar faster.
The clanking sound drove the rhythm, and people became nervous and passed the ball in their hands.
Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly, and there was silence all around. People were watching to see whose house the flowers would fall.
At this time, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties stood up. The man lowered his head and smiled shyly. His dark face was full of traces of time.
He stood up, clasped his fists at everyone present, and said, "You're showing off your shame!"
Immediately, the surrounding area became quiet, and everyone focused their attention on the man who was standing and preparing to perform his talent.
The man took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "The mountains are far away, the road is long, the water is long, and love is endless. Bees go to the mountains to collect honey, and brothers only come here for their sisters. There are mountains on one level, water on the other, and thousands of mountains.
The water conditions are constant.”
After he finished his love song, people applauded him one after another, and some of his fellow villagers smiled and asked him if he missed his mother-in-law at home.
The man's face was bright red and bright under the fire, and he smiled shyly and nodded.
A new round of drumming and passing flowers started again with the sound of drumming. People were passing the ball quickly. Su Yuanyuan aimed at the ball, thinking of giving Jiang Wenzheng more time so that he could perform his show, but it never happened.
After taking over, the knocking sound stopped suddenly, and Su Yuanyuan was stunned.
"Ho! It's our lady's turn!"
"Sister Yuanyuan performs a performance!"
Qing Yi, who was sitting among the children, shouted to Su Yuanyuan, looking like he was joining in the fun and it was not a big deal.
It was the first time for Su Yuanyuan to perform in front of so many people. She was still a little nervous. She rubbed her hands and realized that her palms were sweaty.
"Don't be afraid."
Jiang Wenzheng gently whispered in her ear to comfort her. Su Yuanyuan raised her head to look into his bright eyes and nodded.
She stood up and cleared her throat. The people around her suddenly became silent and prepared to listen carefully to Su Yuanyuan's performance.
"I'm riding a white horse through three passes. I'll change into plain clothes and return to the plains. I'll leave Xiliang alone and no one will care about me. I only think about Wang Baochuan."
Su Yuanyuan's soft voice blew people's hearts like a spring breeze. After singing, people were still thinking about it and couldn't extricate themselves for a while.
"Madam, this song is so nice, why haven't we heard it before?"
Su Yuanyuan's face froze, and her brain whirled rapidly, thinking about how to put things right.
"This is what I saw in a drawing notebook."
"What's the picture book and what's its name?"
Lady Pei, who was sitting nearby, was very curious about the song and kept asking questions.
Su Yuanyuan fainted. There were no painting books of Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan in this dynasty!
"Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan, this section is called "Wujia Slope". It is very, very difficult to buy."
Mrs. Pei's eyes dimmed instantly. They only went down to the city once every six months in the mountains, not to mention how they had no spare money to buy any painting books.
Pei Jian, who was standing aside, saw her depressed expression and looked at her, "You can't read, so why are you reading a painting book?"
Mrs. Pei didn't like hearing this, so she immediately became unhappy. She grabbed the gravel at her feet and started to hit Pei Jian. Pei Jian, despite looking at a big and rough man, was a henpecked man. Seeing that Mrs. Pei was angry, he started to hit Pei Jian.
Put on a flattering smile and come closer to Mrs. Pei.
