Comprehensive comic: The story of the growth of a boy controlled by his brother

Jingguang boy followed Mr. Hua Lao and took a plane to Yunnan, the south of Caiyun.

After leaving Changshui Airport, Mr. Hua and Jingguang took small suitcases and got into the car that came to pick them up.

The black car is unpretentious, sitting on it and looking out of the window, through the glass, you can also see the bustling crowds on both sides, as well as the lively various "meetings".

Temple fairs, village fairs, market fairs, etc., are all things that he only saw when he came to the vast and rich China.

Mr. Hua is an old man who likes to join in the fun, every time he goes to a place, he will always ask the people around him about the time of the temple fair and the market,

and whenever he arrives at that time, he will take the scenery early in the morning, and when the sky is still bright, he will go on foot to participate.

Occasionally, I met enthusiastic fellows, who drove a rack car or tricycle, and would enthusiastically take them for a ride.

When I came to Yunnan, it was just as lively here

, but unlike the simple Guanzhong area, Jingguang didn't understand what the people said here.

He

heard a medicine farmer outside talking to another person, who looked like a businessman, talking about something

, muttering a lot, gesturing with his hands,

"....... Ziken..."(How much money means, transliteration of Yi dialect.)

"

Nitiba, please!" (Thank you.) Yi dialect transliteration.

In the rickety car, Jingguang kept staring at the two men until the car turned around the corner and was out of sight.

"What are you looking at?" The old man asked curiously.

“...... Are they speaking Chinese?

Jingguang was silent for a while, half guessing and half sure.

Looking at the tangled and inquisitive child, who has been together for so long, the old man can naturally see the child's bottom thoughts.

He laughed and said

, "This is Yunnan, there are 52 ethnic minorities, and most of them speak ethnic dialects, so naturally you can't understand them."

So, it's not your problem.

I don't understand the old man.

"Do you understand?"

Thinking like this, Jingguang suddenly asked, his eyes staring directly at the master.

“...... Ahem, you think, 52 ethnic groups, Yi, Bai, Dai and so on each ethnic dialect is different, and I am a native of Guanzhong, so..."

Jing Guang was clear, and without waiting for the master to come up with an excuse, he said bluntly.

"It's true, but what's the disappointment in your kid's eyes?"

"Master, you don't understand what they say, how do you know if you will be slaughtered when you buy medicine?"

Especially the old man's favorite favorite "antique" little things on the market and temple fairs...

I can't persuade myself, I can be called an "old naughty boy"!

"That's naturally because, the old man has friends all over the world~ Otherwise, who do you think will pick us up?"

Old Man Hua proudly touched his long beard and glanced at the little cub arrogantly.

"Oh."

But you didn't get the desired response from someone, just a bland "oh"?

"Light boy, shouldn't you worship me and ask where we're going?"

Jingguang retracted his gaze to observe the outside world, glanced at the unhappy teacher indifferently, tilted his head a little puzzled, and cast a "What are you talking about?" Looks.

Mr. Hua: "..."

Jingguang knew that the teacher was unhappy again, and

he had some doubts in his heart: Didn't you say that menopause is generally between 40 and 65 years old? Do men have it too? Maybe the ceiling is higher than for women?

“...... Stinky boy, are you thinking of something rude? Mr

. Hua guessed a little when he looked at him like that.

"I want to ask..."

"Stop, no, you don't want to. Look outside, we're almost there!

Old Man Hua directly interrupted the young man's doubts and pointed outside.

According to the relationship for so long, with the toes without thinking, I know that the kid's problem must not be a serious problem.

After getting out of the car, a smiling, broad-hearted and fat old gentleman greeted

him, followed by several young people, dressed in different costumes, with shiny silver pieces on them and silver daggers hanging from their waists.

"Lao Hua, you old boy, you haven't seen you for ten years, have you?"

The old gentleman walked with his hands outstretched and smiling.

Mr. Hua didn't even bring a salute, and walked straight to the old man

, "Yes, Lao Lin, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?"

"Okay, good, how can I be bad, my apprentices are all well-behaved and obedient, look at how handsome they look."

I don't want your big apprentice, how many layers of folds are there on your face, right?

"Hahaha, let's take a look at my little apprentice, the closed disciple I just accepted the year before last, he is extremely talented, I have to say, it's this!"

Old man Hua gave a thumbs up without admitting defeat.

"Huh?"

That old Mr. Lin's name is Lin Ying, and he is an old friend of Old Man Hua when he was young, and he has adventured around together.

He looked at the young man scrutinically, and a hint of surprise crossed his eyes.

Old Man Hua turned a blind eye, looked at the little boy who was dragging his suitcase and was self-sufficient, and introduced

, "Xiaoguang, this is Mr. Lin Yinglin, just call him Uncle Lin."

"Hello Uncle Lin."

The Mandarin characters are round, and there is no indication that he is a foreigner.

But the hair...

This hair color, it shouldn't be Chinese, right?

His doubts were interrupted by Mr. Hua

, "Okay, Lao Lin, I want to rest for a while, you won't even have a cup of tea, will you?"

"How so? Come in quickly, Lao Hua, ten years later, you are still so old and strong?

"Aren't you the same with each other, Lao Lin?"

The two old men, who were close to one hundred and fifty years old together, put their arms around each other's shoulders and approached the retro courtyard with a big grin.

When he was on the plane, Mr. Hua introduced the architecture here to Jingguang.

Yunnan is a place with developed economy and rich cultural accumulation

, and the culture of ethnic minorities such as Bai, Yi and Naxi is integrated with the culture of the Han nationality, forming a civil structure building in the form of "one positive and two ears", "three rooms and one wall", "four courtyards and five patios" and "one seal".

"One is two ears" is a two-story building with two bungalows hanging on the side;

The plane of "three rooms and one wall" is a combination of three two-storey buildings perpendicular to each other, and a wall, with the door open next to the wall;

The "four-in-five patio" is a vertical arrangement of four two-storey buildings, enclosing a large patio, and a small patio enclosing the junction of the two buildings, with a pavilion attached, for a total of five patios. The foundation of the house is generally made of ashlar, which is stable and solid. The doors and windows are mostly decorated with wood carvings and color paintings, with beautiful images and exquisite skills.

The architectural style of the house in front of me is the last one,

but...

It seems to be a little different from what the book says.

Mr. Hua, who was walking in front, didn't look back to talk to his old friend, but he seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he knew the doubts in the back of his head very well, so he suddenly changed the topic and said loudly: "Lao Lin, your house is really good, you changed the four-in-five patio yourself?"

"Not really, this is what I found someone to copy, referring to the design of the combination of the four-in-five patio and the horse tower in Bixi, Mojiang, how about it?" Isn't it this?

Old Man Lin smiled and proudly gave a thumbs up to himself.

"Not bad, not bad."

Old Man Hua also praised the situation, although it sounded a little perfunctory.

Jingguang silently wrote it down.

"Embi's house goes to Munu." (Hello, transliteration of the Naxi language.)

The girl who greeted her with her right hand attached to her chest, smiled with a smile, and bowed slightly to Old Man Hua to show respect.

"This is my granddaughter, Moonlitansi, you can call her Moon."

After Mr. Lin introduced, he said something to the girl, but Jingguang didn't understand it.

I only knew that after the young lady glanced at the master, she turned her head to look at herself.

This time, she changed to "Han Mandarin" with a slightly peculiar accent: "Hello, Xiaoguang, I'm Moon, you can call me Sister Moon."

"Is this generation messed up?"

Old Man Hua glanced at someone and asked.

Lao Lin's son is one of his apprentices, and his granddaughter should be regarded as an apprentice grandson, and his little apprentice is called his apprentice grandsister, which does not mean that he is a generation higher than himself???

I don't look at my age, why are I still so naïve?

"Hahaha..."

The childish careful thinking was exposed, and the old man Lin smiled, and then said: "Each has its own opinion, each has its own opinion, and besides, Moon is also an apprentice when he studies medicine with me." "

It's just nominally a grandson.

Old Man Hua saw someone's weakness at a glance, rolled his eyes, and let go of this stubble.

Seeing that the master didn't say anything, Jingguang thanked him obediently: "Thank you, sister."

Moon took Jingguang and Mr. Lin's other apprentices to help bring the old man's salute into a guest room on the second floor.

There are two beds in it, one of which is fixed there, and the other looks relatively new.

This night, Jingguang went back to the house to rest after eating their special food, and

the rest of the time belonged to them.

After all, food and wine, that's the world of adults.

The husband and drinker are hot and poisonous, and the smell is yang, and it is an invisible thing.

Wine can be used in medicine, and the "Famous Doctor's Directory" lists wine as "medium grade": "bitter, sweet and spicy, hot, and poisonous." The main medicine is powerful, killing the evil qi. "

However, wine is also a daily drinker, and there has been no shortage of good drinkers since ancient times.

In order to prevent Jingguang from becoming an alcoholic, Mr. Hua deliberately emphasized and ordered him to learn the dangers of alcohol.

The first question of the Yellow Emperor in the "Neijing" is why the ancient people could be more than 100 years old, and the current people are more than half a hundred years old? In Qi Bo's answer, one of the reasons why people today are dying when they are more than half a hundred years old is that they "use wine as a pulp", which hurts from excessive drinking.

Li Shizhen said in the "Compendium of Materia Medica": "Wine, the beauty of the sky." The wine of the noodle curvature, if you drink less, you will be in harmony with the blood, strengthen the gods and keep out the cold, and dispel sorrow and rejuvenation; Drinking painfully will hurt the nerves and consume blood, damage the stomach and sperm, and produce phlegm and fire.

Therefore, although Jingguang is also learning to have a general understanding of the production process of wine, he is mainly preparing for learning the production of medicinal wine in the future.

At night, through the wooden window, looking at the starry sky outside

, the stars are dotted, the moon is light, and the scenery can even see some familiar constellations...

It was as if I had returned to that night, by the river, and my

brother's finger pointed to the stars in the sky, introducing the familiar constellations little by little.

Brother....

Guangguang misses you.

There are also mom and dad, grandparents, housekeeper Ita, Uncle Yamamoto...

A trace of a meteor crossed the sky, and Jingguang remembered that when he lived in the village before, the neighbor's children told him that if he made a wish on a meteor, his dream would come true...

Jingguang clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and thought reverently: Meteor, meteor, if I can, I hope to meet my brother in my dream tonight.

The meteor in the sky flashed away, and the corners of the little boy's lips were slightly hooked, and he obediently covered the thin quilt, closing his eyes, and not being affected by the lively sound in the yard at all.

When Old Man Hua came back, he could only see the child's sleeping face clearly through the faint moonlight.

That face was no longer cold in the daylight, but with a hint of smile and satisfaction on the corner of his mouth.

"Ni-chan... Wait for me..."

"You brother control the little cub, didn't you just finish the phone call two days ago~"

The old man muttered funny

, looking at the silver pocket watch hanging on his chest exposed by the young man's neck, which was a photo of the two brothers,

and then shook his head and went to sleep.