Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The tradition of the first lunar month is to dance dragons and lions, no matter how poor you are, you must have fun.

The kind of gold-painted lions and dragons naturally don't exist here in Yeji.People tied up the worn out cloth that could no longer be used, stuffed it with hay, and held it up to dance decently.

The dragon was crooked and walked very ugly, but a child followed behind excitedly and shouted.

If there are no gongs and drums, just hold the worn-out utensils in your hands and beat them.

If you change to another place, you have to burn bamboo and listen to the sound of firecrackers at this time.

But firstly, there is no bamboo growing here, and secondly, people are poor. Bamboo poles are also useful things, who is willing to waste them?The white-smoke firecrackers set off by rich families in the county town are even more unaffordable. It is impossible to drive out evil spirits and make auspicious things, so we simply work together and take out our belongings to beat them together.

This nondescript voice is neither pleasant nor loud.

People's laughter and talking are louder than knocking.

Mo Li also went out, seeing the ugly and mottled dragon turning crookedly across the alley in front of him.

Meng Qi had been looking around under the eaves for a long time, he had a look of disgust for that dragon, but he didn't say anything.

"Dancing well."

"It's okay."

Both of them are talking nonsense with their eyes open. This is not a dragon dance at all, but walking around holding a dragon.

This dragon has no flexible limbs made of bamboo strips, and people dare not use force for fear that the dragon will fall apart.

Occasionally, the ups and downs are not a dragon dance, but the person holding it is waving its arms casually, so from a distance, the dragon's limbs are stiff and twitching randomly.

Apparently none of these people could dance a dragon at all.

But what does it matter?

Aunt Yin, who had bad eyesight, smiled and said how handsome the dragon was. The men on the side of the road insisted that they were better, rolled up their sleeves, entered the team, took the dragon dance pole, and left. They yelled to beat the people in front.

Walking to the street, the person holding the dragon ball in front opened his voice:

"Maybe the grain will be plentiful!"

"May every family be peaceful!"

Then there was a loud response, at first it was not very orderly, after a few breaths of time, including the old and the young, they all spoke in unison.

Someone wiped away the tears from his face and stood alone under the eaves.

When Mo Li saw that Qiu Hong was also in the crowd, she was smiling, her eyes flushed.

"When I was in Taijing, there was a Lantern Festival every year in Shangyuan. The dragon balls were painted with fluorescent colors, and more than a dozen big dragons competed on the stage. There were laughter and applause everywhere. The children were riding on the necks of their parents. The seat by the window of the restaurant can’t be booked unless it’s a month in advance. The dragon’s mouth is equipped with a mechanism, which can spray fire for a short time, and the acrobat artist can pull a piece of red silk and make three beautiful somersaults... Lantern It doesn't go out, it lasts until dawn, it's really beautiful."

Meng Qi looked melancholy and sighed softly.

The prosperity of the Chu Dynasty is an untraceable past.

"There must be a lantern festival in Taijing now."

"It's not that time anymore." Meng Qi shook his head slightly and said, "After the Qi Dynasty conquered the world, there will be no more lantern festivals on the night of the Yuan Dynasty. Even if the emperor lifts the curfew this year, there will be no more singers from the south of the Yangtze River. fine wines and southern Xinjiang pearls.”

The Qi Dynasty could not deter the surrounding vassal states, so it lost Jiangnan first, and then lost Chu.

The people were displaced, and how many skilled folk artists could be seen on the night of Shangyuan.

"Have you lived in Taijing for many years?"

"Since I became a national teacher."

Meng Qi paused, and then said: "My memories of the past are very vague, but the bustling scenes in the market and at the temple fair are very familiar. Just like this wild market, the voices heard in the early morning are as if I saw it in a dream."

Mo Li thought to himself, it took many years for the Taijing Dragon Vein to take shape. Before that, he naturally didn't stay alone like he stayed in the deep mountains and wild forests.Taijing has been the capital of all dynasties. The prosperity of the world used to fall asleep with the dragon veins, the silk and bamboo orchestras were endless, there were countless poems and songs, and there were endless romantic clothes.

How many talents, singing lightly.

How many beauties, feeling melancholy.

In the end, the disaster of war came together, the prosperity was wiped out, and the whole city wept and wailed.

The winner will step on blood and enter the imperial city to ascend to the throne.

This is a reincarnation, and the offspring of tomorrow's winner will be the fate of today's loser.

Day after day, year after year, what kind of thoughts will you have after the Taijing dragon veins wake up?Could it be that Longmai has no feelings for the people who live above him?Could it be because of this that Meng Qi pacified the world with Emperor Chu Yuan and hoped for peace in the prosperous age?

"It was agreed to stay for three days, but it ended up being delayed here for a long time. By this time tomorrow, we should leave."

Mo Li looked at the dragon passing by the door of the house, and people came to greet him from time to time.

So I got some miscellaneous items, including half a bowl of steaming gnocchi.

The glutinous rice balls are made of thick noodles, slightly yellow in color, with no filling inside, and the small floating soup is full of ups and downs.

"What's the smell?" Meng Qi looked at Mo Li and asked.

Mo Li smiled, what flavor could it have? There is no soy sauce or salt in this soup.

"Eat one yourself, don't you know?" Mo Li held the bowl and gave the spoon in his hand to Meng Qi.

It wasn't that he didn't want to find another one, but that there was no spoon in the room at all, and this bowl of gnocchi and the spoon were sent by others.

Meng Qi held the spoon carefully.

It was too cold, and after getting close to the bowl, the white mist filled the air, and it was almost impossible to see the opposite side.

Meng Qi ate a dumpling slowly, and after a while he said, "It's sweet."

"Sugar is more expensive than salt, if you can't afford it, where can there be sweetness?" Dr. Mo suspected that there was something wrong with Meng Qi's sense of taste.

"Doctor, try again."

Meng Qi naturally scooped one up with a spoon and handed it to Mo Li's eyes.

Mo Li was dubious, thinking that if sugar was added, this bowl of glutinous rice balls would never be eaten again, and had to be sent back to someone else, maybe the family members were reluctant to eat it themselves, so they gave it all to this side.

He lowered his head and swallowed the gnocchi on the spoon.

...No sweetness?

Mo Li raised his head suspiciously, saw a smile in Meng Qi's eyes through the mist, and was stunned.

Is this a trick?

"Brother Meng, stop joking."

"It's not a joke. I'm happy. Everything I eat is sweet." Meng Qi stirred the spoon in the bowl and ate two more gnocchi. The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

Mo Li was not angry either, and continued to hold the bowl: "What's the matter?"

"At this time, here, the people I saw, and... you, doctor."

Meng Qi raised his eyes, the fog had cleared, and the look on his face made Mo Li dazed for a while.

Is this the joy of finding the same kind?

wrong.

This look is like that of a beast in the mountains seeing its prey, Doctor Mo thought to himself.

Eyes brightened with joy, salivating.

Mo Li flickered, and his eyes turned into pure joy again, as if it was his illusion just now.

"Hand out."

"..."

Mo Li couldn't bear Meng Qi's refusal, and gave him his pulse forcefully.

The heartbeat seems to be a little faster, and the internal breath is also a little abnormal. After careful identification, this yang energy goes through the internal meridian...

Doctor Mo stood there stiffly, his mind a little dazed.

He probed again in disbelief, and Meng Qi suddenly withdrew his hand.

The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, the atmosphere was indescribably awkward.

Meng Qi blurted out because of his illness when he was talking just now, and almost couldn't control his lower body - his mind was buzzing, and he didn't know if it was a serious illness, or he actually had such thoughts about the doctor in his heart.

The ink carp thought dully, a certain sign is in human beings—well, everything in the world has the desire to reproduce, do dragon veins also have it?

How does a mountain reproduce?

Mo Li's eyes slid down, staring at Meng Qi's lower abdomen, but even if a martial arts master has desire, he can force it down with internal force, it's not obvious from the outside.

"Doctor, I might have gone mad just now..."

Meng Qi's voice was weak and weak, but Mo Li didn't even believe a word.

Both of them were thinking hard, but one was racking his brains trying to turn this page, and the other was holding on to this page.

“No such obsessions”

"I just got sick, and I haven't taken Ningshen Pill for a long time..."

"When you got sick, you just wanted to kill people, not to spend the spring with someone." Mo Li said mercilessly.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched. There were no steps, so he found a ladder to help him down, but the doctor insisted on taking the ladder away!Is this the doctor?Is there any compassion left?

Meng Qi wanted to say that he ate the wrong food. He remembered that when the army was short of food when they were fighting in the world, several of their generals took the lead in cutting down on food. They were so hungry that they went to the mountains to shoot and hunt wild vegetables and ate a meal of boiled venison. The wild vegetables were left over and brought back to his subordinates for a tooth sacrifice. As a result, in the middle of the night, everyone felt like a fire was burning in their hearts, and they had no choice but to jump into the river.

After soaking in cold water, I quickly woke up.This matter is so embarrassing that no one wants to mention it, but there are too many people who have been recruited, and some people can't hide their leaks when they are drunk.

After investigation, the problem is not the venison, but the wild vegetables.

In other words, it’s okay to eat alone, but it will kill you if you add it up.

It's winter now, and there's no way to find wild vegetables. Besides, the doctor has eaten what Meng Qi eats these days, so it can't be an excuse at all!

Distraught, Meng Qi lost control again.

"What kind of spring night, why would I want to spend time with the doctor..."

Meng Qi bit his tongue violently, the pain brought him back to his senses instantly, and he blurted out: "During the Lantern Festival."

"……Oh."

Mo Li nodded, took the bowl and entered the room, and closed the door heavily.

Meng Qi, holding the spoon, stood where he was, suddenly realized what he had said, and hurriedly pushed the door open.

Fortunately, the house is broken and there is no latch.

"Doctor, I didn't mean to spend the Lantern Festival... No, that's not what I meant..."

Mo Li put the bowl on the table and said without raising his head, "You don't need to say more, I already understand."

Shocked, Meng Qi threw the spoon back into the bowl, chased after him and continued, "I can't even figure out what the other self is thinking, doctor, how do you know? You know..."

"You want to spend the spring evening with me."

Mo Li said blankly that his ears were a little hot, but his hair covered it, so no one could see it.

Meng Qi: "..."

It's not just that there is no ladder, it's demolishing the house!