Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

"Uncle? Where are you going, Uncle?" Fu Cheng chased after the door.

Liao Chengming walked into the house, every step was crooked, leaning on the wall and the table, but his steps were firm and he did not look back.Fucheng chased after him, Jiang Bai hesitated while touching the unfamiliar anti-theft door, but still stepped into the house.

He is Fucheng's uncle, that is to say...he is his own uncle?Jiang Bai stood in the living room, the light was not enough in the evening, and the smell of food came from the kitchen on the left, as if something was burnt.

He went to the kitchen and turned off the gas stove, coughing lightly.In the pot are scrambled eggs with leeks.

When he returned to the living room again, all the static furniture came alive, piled up and rolled towards him.They wanted to talk, Jiang Bai finally heard clearly, they said they want to come back, they have been suppressed and burned for many years, and they are ready to see the sun again.

Go back in time and the walls are full of photos.Jiang Bai touched one by one, and there was a black southern lion on the ground, they were waiting for him.

In the photo is Liao Chengming when he was young, and another man with a lion's head on his head. This is... Fucheng's father?There is a beautiful woman next to her, holding a crying child in her arms. This should be Fucheng.

It was ugly crying.Jiang Bai pursed his lips, but he was unhappy again.

Fucheng's mother doesn't want him anymore... The living room is sparsely lit, and Jiang Bai listens to old photos telling stories in a burst of food dust.After a while, he pinched the bank transfer receipt in his trouser pocket, as long as he was here, Fucheng would not be a stray cat.

There are two bedrooms, Liao Chengming is in the big one, but Jiang Bai can only hear Fucheng's voice, as if the TV has been left on for a long time.A gust of wind blew in, and the blue curtain hung on the kitchen door opened and closed. Jiang Bai grabbed a corner of the curtain, and suddenly his eyes were familiar, as if he had played hide-and-seek with someone here when he was a child.

He looked at the photos on the wall again, Fucheng was so small, and Liao Chengming hadn't grown a beard yet.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Fu Chengwei was anxious, "Senior Brother is back, it's really Senior Brother, I didn't force him to come back..."

Liao Chengming looked out the window with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Bai walked in, everything in the room was very strange, Liao Chengming was about the same height as himself, and his back was cold.

"Uncle Master..." Fu Cheng stood in the middle, in a dilemma.Senior brother is back, shouldn't senior uncle be happy?Why don't you want to see me?

Jiang Bai took a few steps forward, saw a cup of transparent yellow tea still brewing on the bedside table, and said dryly. "Uncle."

When Liao Chengming's back moved, the man's shoulders trembled a few times, his bitter mouth turned sweet, and he could only stretch by breathing.

Fucheng couldn't figure it out, his anger descended and split the frozen atmosphere, as if he knew why the uncle turned his back to look out the window, and refused to turn around after saying something.

Jiang Bai guessed, Liao Chengming cried.This scene seemed familiar, that year when he was finally willing to call his parents, Jiang Wenhui and Xiao Yongmu also cried.

I really didn't expect that my own words could draw Liao Chengming's tears.

"Uncle, it's really my senior brother." Fucheng wanted to persuade, "My senior brother said he remembered me, and he remembered me, so I brought him back. My dad was buried the day after tomorrow, and he said he would accompany me."

Liao Chengming has calmed down, but his head is like breaking into a train, buzzing non-stop as it enters and exits the station.The child was 14 years old when he left. He should be in the third year of junior high school. Now he should be in the third year of high school. He is so tall that he hardly recognizes him.But those eyebrows, that nose, and those eyes that have their own ideas in everything are Jiang Bai who he watched growing up, Fu Hong's apprentice who didn't wait to come back, senior brother Fu Cheng.

Fu Hong, you didn't wait to come back.

"Your father's matter...well, it's all arranged?" Liao Chengming talked about him from left to right, waiting for his voice to calm down.

"It's been arranged." Fucheng said behind the uncle's back, not daring to walk over, "The price of the cemetery has increased. The original owner blamed me for not paying the full amount. Go to college."

"You come to me for this matter, how much can your elder brother help you? He also goes to school..." Liao Chengming still didn't turn around, stretched his arms to get the teacup, the tea surface was swaying, "He also goes to school..."

As he said that, he turned around and faced Jiang Bai face to face.

"I'm back." Liao Chengming said in an explanatory tone.

Jiang Bai thought that he was indeed back, and just as he was about to nod, this tall man had already arrived in front of him.He is much older than the handsome young man in the photo, but he has been wasted for only a dozen years. There are a lot of white hair hidden by the temples, and the gray-blue short-sleeved shirt is refreshing.His smile is very similar to that in the photo. Even after so many years, there is full vitality hidden in his eyes and even every wrinkle.

Then he hugged himself hard.Jiang Bai lowered his head, his chest was about to be crushed.

"Just come back." Liao Chengming hugged Jiang Bai, nodded, and nodded again.This nod means not only joy, but also the tacit expectation of him and his partner.Fu Hong, you have seen it, your apprentice did not disappoint you, he is back, and your son brought it back with his own hands, you have seen it.

Jiang Bai remained motionless, and many people tried to wake him up with hugs and touches, even if it was only possible.But none of them made him so sad, obviously it should be a happy thing.

"It's good to be back." Liao Chengming slowly let go of Jiang Bai, his eyes had no tears, "It's good to be back." He patted Jiang Bai's left shoulder, under the skin, the blood was slowly flowing back to his pale fingers in the joint.

Jiang Bai nodded again. After being sad, he finally felt the gushing joy.

"I'm back." He said, and looked at Fucheng again after speaking, "I remember him."

Liao Chengming took a deep sip of tea, and finally regained the feeling of smiling. "Just remember, your junior brother misses you. We... also miss you very much. It's fine when you come back. When you come back... is your injury healed?"

"It's much better." Jiang Bai said. He didn't know what was going on, and he was very greedy for the cup of tea in Liao Chengming's cup. "Just... Occasional headaches, and... I can't remember who I am. The doctor said I might not remember, Even if I remember..."

"Yo, headache, headache is not okay, you have headache at a young age, this is not okay." Liao Chengming put down the teacup, rummaged through the box to find the medicinal wine, "I made this medicinal liquor myself, your junior brother and the others are naughty, throwing arms and legs all day long. It was rubbed with medicinal wine. It’s just that it doesn’t matter if you have a headache? Wait a minute, I know a few good Chinese medicine practitioners, so I’ll call right away, let’s…”

"Uncle!" Fucheng pulled him back, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, brother and I are hungry."

"Hungry?" Liao Chengming patted his head, "Hey, I still have eggs on the pot, it's over, it's over..."

"I turned off the fire." Jiang Bai watched him wandering around the room, "Let's eat first, Fucheng is hungry."

Fucheng smiled and shook his uncle's arm. "Yeah, let's eat first, by the way! I want the banner back!"

"What old man, old man, talk well! Eat, eat." Liao Chengming sat down quietly, and went into the kitchen.

Originally, I didn't want to cook a few dishes, but this leek and egg spread was prepared for Fucheng, and I was afraid that the children would suddenly come over for dinner on Friday.This time another one came, Liao Chengming took his wallet and went out to buy it, and came back with a big bag and a small bag after a while, and bought two extra salty water popsicles.

"You guys eat first, I'll cook." He said.

"Thank you, uncle." Fucheng picked up a shovel, hesitating, hesitating, and continued to talk about the origin of the photo, "Brother, look at that picture, the one carrying the lion's head is my dad."

Jiang Bai took a popsicle and tried to taste it.No taste, I don't understand why Fucheng likes to eat so much. "A lion's head is black?"

"The lion's head is distinguished by color. Black lions are rare. That end was the heaviest one in Fu's class back then. It is still in the uncle's room. It must have fallen into dust." Fucheng said, "How about I take you Have a look?"

Jiang Bai looked across the living room. "This one is..."

"What are you looking at, eat first." Liao Chengming interrupted their conversation.

Jiang Bai had no choice but to take Fucheng to sit first, with a table of vegetarian dishes.While they were eating, they listened to Liao Chengming babbling about Chinese medicine. If this disease was in the hands of a doctor of Chinese medicine, it would have been cured. When they were happy, they would take out a small wine cup.

"Drink with Master Uncle?" Liao Chengming asked.

"I want to drink too." Fucheng went to Erguotou.

"Go, don't make any trouble." Liao Chengming hit his hand with chopsticks, and poured one-third of the wine cup for Jiang Bai, "Take a small sip, and have a drink with Master Uncle. After so many years, someone finally drinks it again."

Jiang Bai was still a little uncomfortable at first, his body relaxed slowly, and he picked up the wine cup.One sip and one gulp.

Liao Chengming drank his cup, poured another cup, stood up and poured it into the incense burner.

After this home-cooked meal, Master Uncle insisted on letting them stay overnight, tidied up the living room and was busy preparing the bedroom, it was obvious that he was really happy.Jiang Bai was always thinking about the lion, and looked at the big house, there was no one.

"Brother, what are you looking for?" Fu Cheng patted his full stomach.

"I didn't find anything." Jiang Bai looked again, "Where is the lion?"

"It's in the cabinet, so there's no one outside." Fu Cheng swaggered in and opened the cabinet door, "Here, Liu Bei's lion is yellow, Guan Yu's is red, black is Zhang Fei's, and Wu's lion is used for fighting lions or kicking lions. Hall challenge, usually offering sacrifices to ward off evil spirits, which is very rare. Not everyone can dance Zhang Feishi, and dancing the black lion with poor skills can make people laugh."

"Zhang Feishi..." Jiang Bai touched it, not wanting to touch a handful of bristles.

"Yes, Zhang Feishi, one of the three holy lions." Fucheng also touched the lion's eyelashes, "Dancing Zhang Feishi, everyone knows how powerful it is. Zhang Feishi represents a word for bravery. The leopard's head is surrounded by eyes. In addition to black, there are only green borders and white lines. Draw a piece of money. The dance should not be too fast, it must be fierce and daunting. Because the black lion represents the hero."

Jiang Bai touched Zhang Feishi's black teeth and short beard, which was very similar to the one in the living room just now, but not that one.

Fucheng polished the lion's head mirror. "Zhang Feishi is here to fight. If a lion hall uses Zhang Fei as a name for competition, it will be provocative and finding fault. If Zhang Feishi is used to fight, there will probably be a fight."

"Cough... this is mine." Liao Chengming came in with a pot of tea, "It's old, it hasn't been used for more than ten years, and it's not soft anymore. I guess the bamboo joints will fall apart if I play it twice, I don't dare Move it. Drink tea."

Jiang Bai took a teacup himself, and waited for Liao Chengming to fill it up for himself.

"You have loved drinking tea since you were a child, and other people's children like to drink a drink. You just chased us for tea." Liao Chengming knew that he was from Chaoshan. "The tea is not very good, and the water in the north is also hard. Let's drink it."

Jiang Bai took a sip. "Very good, I can drink any kind of tea. That is..." He pointed to the other side of the cabinet, which was wrapped in black cloth, "Is it also a lion?"

Fu Cheng glanced at it and stopped talking.

Liao Chengming nodded. "Yes, that's called Ma Chaoshi. It was danced by Fucheng."

"Ma Chaoshi?" Jiang Bai asked.

"Ma Chaoshi is also called Xiaoshi. It is white all over, and it only came out once." Liao Chengming said, "Fucheng gave his father a car, but there was only half of it. Waiting for you to come back. Sigh, don’t mention this, you’re back now, I’ll burn this thing some other day, as an explanation to Fu Hong.”

Liao Chengming was about to close the cabinet door, but he didn't want Jiang Bai to remove the black cloth first. The complete snow-white filial lion was quiet, with his eyes closed.The eyelashes and beard are thick and soft, the lion's horns are sharp, and the lion's eyes are blue.

This is... the filial lion?The filial lion danced in Fucheng.Jiang Bai put his palm on the lion's horns, like touching a sleeping beast. There is no smooth forehead mirror, but only the white cloth that seals the mirror, embroidered with black inscriptions.Touching the lion, he heard the lion crying for Fucheng, crying very fiercely.

"Uncle Master." Jiang Bai touched the founding words, "Can you help me and teach me again from the beginning."