Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

"My senior brother likes to do whatever he likes to do. He eats chicken but not yours." Fucheng was fully awake, and his foot lightly poked at the root of senior senior's thigh, "No, no, no, Lion Zhang is useless, and you can't find him if you look for anyone... Qing Let your idea be too outrageous."

"Let's not talk about whether to find him or not. It's not certain whether he will be a lion or not." Qiu Li lay down, "Rang Rang, your proposal is quite ruthless. Lion Zhang sees Fu's class, so he probably can use it." Bamboo sticks stab us to death!"

Jiang Bai rubbed Fucheng's wrists, ankles, and heels again and again. "Who is Lion Zhang? Why did you have a feud with us?"

"This is... something that happened when we were very young." Qing Rang dared not say it.

Fu Cheng reluctantly opened his mouth. "Let me tell you. In the north, most of the northern lion dances are done. There are very few craftsmen who make southern lions. My dad can do it because he learned it from his grandfather and great-grandfather. He made a first-hand Foshan lion. The bamboo strips are all I cut it by myself. Lion Zhang lives over the bridge and is quite a famous craftsman. He can do all kinds of lions, and he is especially good at making East Sea lions. East Sea lions look similar to Foshan Dancing Lions, but their origins are much worse. The mirror in front of the forehead There are 3..."

"Then why did he have a festival with us?" Jiang Bai asked.

Xu Jun also pricked up his ears to listen. After all, he was a non-staff of the Fu family class.

"Just one year, we were still young, when I was about 6 years old..." Fucheng grabbed the side of the pajama pants with his left hand and lifted them up to cover two small red walnuts. In a show of pomp, someone pointed at his Donghai lion and said that his Donghai lion was a foreign product, not as good-looking as the Foshan lion made by my father. My father is young and energetic, and has always been proud of the Foshan lion. After all, Foshan produces lions, so it should be We made up a few words. Shizizhang was also very angry at that time, and left the field with the lion's head in his hand, and said that in the future, where there is Fujiaban, he will not have Shizizhang."

Qiu Li was outraged. "The East Sea Lion is originally a foreign product. It came from Malaysia to Hong Kong, and then spread to the north. To see the lion dance, you still have to look at the local. Let me say that the pattern of the East Sea Lion is not good-looking."

"Shut up, my dad said that lions come from the same family, there is no good or bad." Fucheng said, "Of course, this is also the truth that my dad only understood after he matured. He was more stubborn than me when he was young, let alone the East Sea lion. , Qilin lion, Fengye lion, he even looked down on the Heshan lion, saying that he didn't have the demeanor of a big beast and danced like a cat. Anyway, it was just that one time, and the lion Zhang was completely pissed off."

"It's been a long time since I've heard of him..." Qing Rang thought for a while, "He won't really wash his hands in the golden basin, right?"

"I don't know." Fu Cheng was frustrated, "There was Fu's class without his lion Zhang... Later, the team gradually failed, and no one held the lion show. Who remembers the scenery of those masters 20 years ago. Everyone... Everyone is gone."

Qiu Li and Qing Rang stopped talking to each other, and every year was no different, just like the extinction of species, some things disappear in seconds.

"Brother?" Seeing that Jiang Bai didn't speak, Fu Cheng pushed him with his knee.

"Oh...it's nothing." Jiang Bai came back to his senses, he seemed to have seen something just now, he pulled a little boy to bed and let him sleep on his side.The boy seemed to be sick, he slumped silently, and obediently curled up in his bed, occupying only a little space.

It must have been frozen, and he poked the boy's face with his fingers. It was cold, and the boy shuddered and opened his eyes, which were black and bright, and stared at him quietly.

It was Fucheng when I was a child.Jiang Bai desperately remembered the picture that flashed in his mind just now: "Ah? What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything." Fu Cheng huddled under the quilt, "Brother, give me a kiss, and I'll go to sleep after the kiss."

"Why would I kiss you? I hit and kicked people again. You let your ex-senior brother kiss you. He is so kind. He doesn't scold you and he still spoils you." Jiang Bai put away the medicine oil, "What about Lion Zhang?" I'll try it, it's not a problem."

"It's not a big problem? Who doesn't sleep at night? Are you so energetic?" Several flashlights shone into the room at the same time, and the lights in the dormitory flicked on, clearly and transparently illuminating the five people who hadn't had time to lie down. .

At the front was Hu Yihu, then Zhang Lin, and the director of the Teaching Office.Behind them are the group leaders of all grades in high school, obviously a random check of the dormitory.

Everyone has stolen goods, and there is no way to quibble.That night, all members of dormitory 239 put on winter school uniforms and ran 3000 meters in the indoor hall to make a warning.

At noon the next day, Fu Cheng rubbed his butt that had been swung to report to Hu Yihu, and got the opportunity to perform in exchange for his butt.On Saturday, the Fujia class is still training intensively, the rhythm is not fast or slow, there is no Shangshi approval, and it is still handstand.

"During the Cao Wei period, the embryonic form of lion dance appeared in China." Liao Chengming was baking a small stove in the courtyard. "There is a Meng Kang, who also wrote it in "Hanshu. Lion dance, for example, Li Bai, the Li Bai who often recited his poems when you were in school, and... Bai Juyi, all wrote it."

While listening, Jiang Bai quietly blew in the direction of the incense burner, fearing that Fucheng would not be able to hold it.Liao Chengming turned one eye and closed the other, he was used to seeing Jiang Bai cheating on Fu boy, so he didn't mention him.

After a while, Fucheng stood on his head and said, "Uncle Shi, we have something to discuss with you."

"There are still a few minutes, let's talk after standing this incense stick." Liao Chengming looked at the incense burner.

"We want to find Lion Zhang." Fu Cheng couldn't hide his words, "Be a lion."

Liao Chengming looked at Xiang, didn't say a word, got up and left after coughing a few times.Gao Ang took Li Cong to wipe all the high and low piles, and these upside-down ones were still sticking on the bench, and no one dared to come down.

The last sparks were extinguished in the thick incense ash, and they were turned over one by one.

"Hey, are you done with your acrobatics?" Li Cong scolded dirtyly, "Do you need to put a basin on the ground and let me throw a few yuan coins?"

"Brother, can I beat you up?" Fu Cheng turned his face away.

"Wait a little longer." Jiang Bai pressed the bloody callus on his palm, "I'll go see my uncle."

Liao Chengming was writing in the room when he heard a group of people come in. "Sit down first, take a breath, and let me tell you about Shizizhang."

A group of people huh-la-la looking for a place to sit, Fu Cheng simply sat on the ground, and was picked up by his elder brother and pushed into the chair.Jiang Bai closed the door, leaving only the window, and put two pots of daffodils next to the small stove: "Speak, let's listen."

Liao Chengming dipped his pen in ink. "Don't put the narcissus too close, it will be burnt... Tianqiao lion Zhang, formerly known as Zhang Yiliu. His family lived on the side of the bridge for generations. I heard that when he was born, a big willow tree at the gate of the courtyard was pulled down by urban planning. It was him. The family has raised a big willow tree for more than ten years, so they got this name. But everyone doesn’t call him Zhang Yiliu, they all call him Lion Zhang.”

"He and my dad...are having a bad time." Fu Cheng said, thinking about going to buy popsicles for a while.

"Craftsmen are proud and high-minded. Your father is similar to you. He doesn't talk too much. When he was in his 20s, he wanted to shout all over the street. If you want me to say, it's because your grandfather didn't teach him well. One, I can’t stand anything else.” Liao Chengming took away a piece of paper and re-wrote, “But more than ten years ago, Lion Zhang stopped doing it. It’s difficult for you to hire him.”

Jiang Bai brought the kettle over. "Why not?"

"He has a high character and can't bear the slightest grievance." Liao Chengming made tea for everyone, "A second generation ancestor from the south came to the north to look for him to be a lion more than ten years ago, and he gave him a lot of money. As for the lion Zhang, he will do things after receiving the money. , I got more than a dozen big lions out in half a year, right? I’m happy, I’m done, and I’m waiting for the people over there to pick up the lions. Even the lion batches were sewn by him, not sloppy at all.”

"And then?" Fu Cheng listened anxiously.

"Stay safe and learn from your elder brother!" Liao Chengming sighed straight away. Boy Fu's temper is exactly the same as that of Fu Hongzheng. It's fine if he dances the lion's head more lively, but he can throw the lion's head out when he is a lion's tail. It’s a big business, and I just forgot about the lion’s order. The lion’s heart is straight, and the courtyard is full of lions. It’s full of lions, waiting for someone to drive to pick them up. It’s really like waiting until it’s dark before dawn.”

"This..." Jiang Bai felt pain in his heart, as if being grabbed by the 15-year-old Jiang Bai, the person in his body wanted to speak.The hard-working southern lions are filled with joy and joy waiting for knowledgeable people to pick them up, but they can't wait in the courtyard.

Fucheng has been with the Southern Lion since he was a child, as if he was in the scene, he slapped the stool and exploded. "Damn chicken, which bastard did something immoral? The family is rushing to the grave or..."

"Nonsense, what are you talking about?" Liao Chengming raised his wrist and wrote again, "At that time, many people went to his courtyard to watch jokes, but Shizizhang didn't care. The gate of the courtyard was just wide open, and Shizizhang didn't accept it. The next day, came A pitch-black rainstorm, half of Beijing seemed to have turned off the lights. It was so dark at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. The guy who lived next door was anxious and wanted to help Lion Zhang tidy up, but Zhang Yiliu, a stubborn man, closed the courtyard door , all let the lions drench, and all rotted."

After the story was told, no one answered, as if they were all drenched in the rain.

"Then... if we go to him, is he still willing to be a lion?" Fu Yu asked, hearing such a thrilling story for the first time.Although I haven't been in this business for a long time, and I don't know how to go to lion dances, girls are probably easier to empathize with, and I feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Go and try it. Whether he is willing to help you or not is your luck." Liao Chengming lightly laid down his hair, and finished writing on the two pieces of paper, "This is my name card. You frame it and take it with you." Please Zhang Yiliu. This is his address, and I don’t know if he has moved or not.”

Jiang Bai stood up and was about to take it when he suddenly remembered something, turned around to wash his hands, and then put away the teacher's uncle's name card.

Liao Hengming smiled, Xiaobai is a kid who can quickly remember things he has forgotten, and his head is so good. "Have a rest for half an hour, and take a quick step."

"Zha..." Fucheng was very tired, but he was also happy in his heart.The master uncle is going to practice their Zhuang Gong, and it is not far from the real lion batch.

In the afternoon, the members of Fujiaban, including Li Cong who had never practiced handstands, all stood upright.One hour for boys and half an hour for girls. Come back on Sunday, and you will come in with the door at the threshold of the courtyard.

Fortunately, the amount of homework in the martial arts school is not much. If you are a Pugao student, you really can't stand the time-consuming.Jiang Bai has always wanted to go to the lion batch to try, but the uncle just didn't say anything, and asked them to practice basic skills honestly.Until noon, the South Lion Drum, which hadn't been played for a long time, was moved to the courtyard, as if a magic vessel was invited to let the drum face bask in the sun.

"Single lions and lions follow drums, group lions and drums follow lions..." Liao Chengming touched the edge of the drums, "I will start teaching the lion team to listen to the drums in the afternoon. Gao Gao, you have experience, take them with you. The helmet of the big head Buddha is also old, so you have to Find a master to draw a new one."

"What about us?" Jiang Bai was in a state of anxiety. In a blink of an eye, the end of the year was coming, and the competition started in February, and he only had one month left.

"Aren't you looking for Shizizhang?" Liao Chengming boiled water without raising his head, "It's cold, drink this pot, and go when it's warm."

Jiang Bai's eyes lit up, and he was finally able to meet this stubborn craftsman.