dance like a butterfly

Before Lao Han could speak, a person walked out behind Zhang Dehai.

This man's height can only reach Zhang Dehai's tall shoulders, his waist is a bit stooped, his complexion is fair and ruddy, his hair is short, but it has been stained with silver frost, and the thick bags under his eyes are surrounded like two erected semi-brackets. Eyes, lips thin but rare rosy.He raised his hand with throbbing veins and stretched it out towards Old Han. He looked up at Zhang Dehai, and asked in a half-local and half-foreign Guanzhong dialect, "Is this Mr. Village Chief Han?"

Zhang Dehai nodded, then turned his face and said to Lao Han courteously: "This is my broken dad, who just came back from Taiwan yesterday!"

People from both committees gathered around.

Lao Han held the old man's hand and smiled all over his face: "Uncle, Happy Chinese New Year!"

A group of people handed over cigarettes, wine, cakes, etc., and Zhang Dehai's family members caught them.

The old man's complexion became more and more rosy, and the hand holding Lao Han trembled slightly, and he was reluctant to let it go, "Happy New Year, Happy New Year! Thanks to the government for remembering Dehai's efforts and coming to express condolences during the Spring Festival. I heard from Dehai that your father is Han Sanping. Back then, I played with him naked. I was not yet 20 years old when I retreated with the National Army in [-]. It has been so many years in a flash. I really deserved it. Sentence, "Young and small leave home and the boss returns, the local accent has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded" ah!"

Zhang Dehai's face was full of smiles, "Brother Han, come in and tell me, come in and tell me, leave me here for lunch today, everyone don't leave, my broken dad wants to have a good chat with you."

Old Han declined, "I can't do it today. Everyone is exhausted all morning, and everyone has to go elsewhere in the afternoon. Wait for another day. I will be the host on another day, please uncle."

The old man said: "Then you come at night, I will wait for you at home, and I have to discuss something with you!" He still held on to Old Han's hand.

Old Han hesitated for a moment, and agreed: "Okay, I'll come over tonight, uncle, if you have something to say, if you can help, I will definitely help."

Seeing that Old Han agreed, the old man let go.

Zhang Dehai's dilapidated three-room, three-storey house really looked very shabby in a village in the city, and it didn't match the old man's clothing style in front of him.

When I got back to the old house, I asked Lao Han if I should go with him to pay New Year greetings to the company in the afternoon, and Lao Han said, "Forget it, let Zhang Wenqing run these things, and you rest."

As he was talking, he saw Lao Han's nephews coming to pay New Year's greetings with big and small bags.

Old Han stepped forward to greet him.

I smiled and asked Haohao: "Did you stay at home all morning and didn't go out to play with your classmates?"

Haohao said: "How can it be? My dad asked me to go with my sister to pay New Year's greetings to my uncle, my uncle and my aunt in the morning. Oh, I'm so exhausted. Three relatives left in one morning!"

"Then when are you going to your uncle's house?"

Haohao has no mother at such a young age, but he must go to his uncle's house, and he must not go back and forth hastily like today.

"Tomorrow!" Haohao's expression turned cold.

I hugged his shoulders and patted him lightly, not saying anything else.It seems that tomorrow I can only stay at home alone.

In Hua County, we generally don’t visit relatives on the first day of the new year.Young people go hiking with friends and companions, burn incense and kowtow in temples, pray for good luck for a year, and hope for a good fortune.This is the rule passed down by the ancestors.Now with Lao Han, although there is no excitement of young people playing and playing together, it can be regarded as a solid morning.

Before it got dark, Lao Han was dragged away by Zhang Dehai.It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening when he came back to my room.

Seeing that Lao Han's face was rosy and smelled of alcohol, I got up and handed him a wet towel, made a cup of hot tea and put it in his hand, "Why do you drink so much wine?"

"No way, he kept persuading." Old Han must be referring to the old man when he said him.After wiping his face and giving me the towel, Lao Han sat down on the sofa.Even though I wasn't at the banquet, I could still imagine who were sitting beside the old man, and I could imagine the lively scene of drinking and drinking.

Before he could sit still, Xueping called.

Lao Han stood up again and went to the window to pick him up. His voice was not loud, and I couldn't hear what he said clearly.

I don't care.I never cared about Lao Han and Xueping talking about their business affairs.I deeply understand that with people like Lao Han who has a public position, I can't ask everything, and I can't have to find out everything.

After putting hot water in the bathtub for Lao Han, I sat back, picked up "White Deer Plain" on the bedside, and flipped through it aimlessly.

Bai Jiaxuan and Lu Zilin's decades of open and secret struggles are quietly unfolding in the text that I can't read.

In the next few days, Lao Han was busy.

From the second day to the fifth day, there are many people who come to pay New Year's greetings, more than I imagined.Most were not relatives, but people I didn't know.Either they are people from some enterprises on the ground in the village, or the builders who have cooperated with Lao Han, or the contractors in the market, and some people who behave in a smooth manner.

There are often all kinds of cars parked in front of Lao Han's house.

The guests who came seldom stayed for dinner, they often brought high-end cigarettes and alcohol, and then sat down for a while, giving Haohao some lucky money.As for the lucky money, it ranges from five hundred to one or two thousand, and some even give five thousand.Haohao seemed to be used to this kind of scene, thanked him, turned around and left.

Lao Han also often goes out in his free time, and these free time are often at night.I knew it without asking, he was also busy going out to give New Year greetings.With Lao Han's personality, he would not take gifts from others in vain, and he would give out as much or even twice as much as he got back.Many times before going out, he politely asked me if I wanted to go with him, but I politely declined with a smile.Entertainment is indispensable, but this kind of entertainment more or less makes me uneasy.I would rather watch TV or play computer games with Haohao and Meimei at home.

Fortunately, I haven't seen Lin Wenlong and Chen Hanzhang for a while, so I don't bother to ask Lao Han.

After the fifth day of the new year, Lao Han was busy discussing with Xueping and the others about setting up a stage to sing in the village.Lao Han has said it many times, since the northern outskirts of the city have been developed a little bit, the village has to sing big plays every year. Not less, the first, second and third runners-up winners of the "Voice of Qin" column on TV every time are naturally indispensable.Spending money is not a big deal, the word-of-mouth of the masses and enriching the cultural life of the masses are the last word.

A long time ago, Chi Zhiqiang's Prison Song was sung on the street, and Dao Lang was popular later, but in recent years, it has been Shang Fanghui, a newcomer to the Qin Opera that the masses never tire of listening to.This is the case with the Street Fighter List. I will take the trouble to follow the trend of any popular song you play, and it will be louder and crazier than yours.

Ma Youxian, Li Aiqin, Liu Ruhui, Chen Miaohua, Ding Liangsheng, Sun Cundie, Li Maigang, Li Xiaofeng, Zhang Ning, Shang Fanghui, there must be one of them.Of course, Howe was also invited.

Sometimes, I also follow Lao Han's ass and visit these theaters or actors' homes.Most of the time, the performance of these actors is just to contact the foreign affairs team.

Because they are familiar with the road, and because they have said hello earlier, the famous performers agreed to come, regardless of whether they have a schedule or not, because Yinshuifang sings big plays from the tenth to the sixteenth day of the new year, and they can fully arrange the appearance time in Yinshuifang , reputation is still very important to them.

On the morning of the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, Xueping suddenly called me and asked me if I would go with her to burn incense at Xiangji Temple.

I don't know Xiangji Temple, and I enter Yunfeng within a few miles.

Where is the clock in the mountains and the ancient woods without people.

The sound of the spring swallows the dangerous stone, and the sun is cold and green.

Twilight in the empty pool, Anchan makes the poisonous dragon.

This is a well-known ancient poem by Wang Wei, which is both scenery and Zen, and it describes this thousand-year-old Xiangji Temple.

Xiangji Temple is located on Shenheyuan, southwest of Weiqu Town, in the southern suburbs of the city, 17 kilometers south of Xi'an.It was built by the disciples of the Jingzong of Buddhism for the burial and worship of his second patriarch, Shandao. It has a history of nearly 1400 years and the incense is extremely strong.

I said I'm afraid it won't work, uncle Haohao's family is going to pay respects today.According to the local customs, for 13-year-old children, the uncle’s family will give them lanterns for the last time. As the saying goes, “End the lanterns”, I have to help Meimei entertain them.

Xueping smiled and said, "Forget it, I'll tell Lao Han that it's a day off for you. They can do it themselves or order takeaway outside, so as not to make you feel awkward at home."

Am I awkward at home?

Xueping is a quick-talking person. When she said such thoughtless words, could it be that she has already seen through the relationship between me and Lao Han?So, did the people around Lao Han also start gossip about our relationship?

I couldn't help but panicked.