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Chapter Five 2. Mai Huang's Dance

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    When it was about to dawn, at about five in the morning, Wang Ying was found on the embankment of the Nanming River towards the outskirts of the city by a sanitation worker with two braids and humming to work.

    The young girl thought he had fallen asleep by the river¡ª¡ªas it often happens, bums, or drunk men, enjoy sleeping by the river.  Especially the Miao man who came to the city, with his romantic and unrestrained national character, after using herbs or furs to exchange the city's mellow liquor, he casually grabs a stranger who is close to him and gets drunk, and then spends the long night  Walk and fall down wherever you go, and sleep there.

    In the past, Wang Ying was often caught drinking by a certain Miao man after get off work late at night.  The wine is packed in a gourd, and when it is shaken, it makes a mysterious and chaotic sound. The man takes a big sip and forces him to take a big sip too, then shakes the gourd and sings a love song from the mountains until he is very excited. Wang Ying also plays the saxophone  Although they took it out, the two played and sang together on the streets of the city where the street lights were dim and empty, each in its own tune, but also weird and harmonious.  In the end, the wine was full of joy, and I didn't know where to break up or where to fall.

    The young girl has seen too many drunks like this.  Almost all summer, mountain people can be seen sleeping with wine on the banks of the river, in the shade of trees and in the grass. Their coarse clothes are thick and heavy, their faces and chests are as shiny as bronze, their noses are high and their eyes are vertical.  prestige.  Once, in her early years, one of her senior sisters woke up a sleeping Miao man when she went to work in the early morning. The two fell in love at first sight. He followed her back and stayed in the city to be her husband.

    In this city, similar romantic stories can happen everywhere.  This young sanitation worker, a young girl, went to work in the early hours of the morning singing the Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs she had just learned last night.  On the embankment, if they don't get up in time, they may fall down with rheumatism.

    She saw the bright and fashionable clothes of the man stretching his long legs and arms on the slope, he didn't look like a man in the mountains, she felt strange, people in the city would not sleep in the open like this, and sleep so dead!  Angrily, she stepped forward to stab him with the long forked bamboo broom in her hand, but when she looked up, she saw his curly hair was disheveled and his head was resting in a pool of blood.  She screamed, staggered and almost fell into the river.

    The commissions for the Baihua Theater and the Provincial Song and Dance Troupe had already been paid, but the two masters of ceremonies hired from the TV station were still bargaining, which made Li Yao very unhappy.  The rehearsal on the 18th was scheduled, but Aha and Wang Ying were not in place.  The sudden disappearance of the two escalated Li Yao's unhappiness to anger, and he insisted that they were playing with him.  If the two of them were still gone the next day, he would ask a friend from the underworld to come forward.

    The sky has been raining lightly since morning.  On rainy days, the mountain city is foggy, and all the yellow mud roads on the streets will be flooded with mud, and most people in Yungui stay at home.  There were few people on the street, and there were no guests in the Fire Palace.  Li Yao stayed in the office, a little idle, like a trapped animal.  He still put his slender legs on the table, leaned against the high-backed leather executive chair and took a nap, flapping his thinned nostrils to inhale the fragrance of acacia flowers in the sky.  The pagoda tree flowers had almost fallen, and when it rained, the last few shriveled flowers also fell to the ground. What he smelled was the smell of damp moss.

    This breath made him feel hungry. Thinking about it, he hadn't eaten anything for most of the day.  The bodyguards were sent out, and there was no one on the third floor.  He yelled a few times, but no one came forward to serve him, so he had to go to the kitchen on the first floor by himself.

    In the kitchen, a master was making pork shredded pork noodles with mustard mustard for the only guest. He was even more hungry when he smelled the noodle soup, so he took the noodles as soon as they were served.  Turning his head, he saw Aha squatting on the terrace facing the river in costume.  He was startled, almost dropped the noodle bowl, hurriedly stepped forward, took her shoulders, and stared at her, but it was wheat yellow with a sallow complexion.

    "why you?"

    Mai Huang gave him a flattering smile, and then continued to throw stones into the river.

    Li Yao frowned.  Mai Huang is a young man, but he always pretends to be innocent like a little girl, which makes people's teeth sore.  He asked angrily, "Why are you wearing Ahha's clothes? That's what she's going to use tonight!"

    Seeing that she was still the same and ignored him, he couldn't help turning his anger on her and pulling her up.

    Li Yao was thin, but he was quite strong. With this pull, Mai Huang spun a few times in his hand like a top.

    He was surprised that she wasn't angry, because she had always been a calculative person, and often clashed with the waiters just because they didn't show special respect, and even he wanted to give her a little bit.

    He stared at her, but she smiled coquettishly, and danced and sang on the terrace.

    Li Yao called: "Crazy! Crazy!"

    Mai Huang still laughsRaised in bed, right?  "

    Of course Wang Ying didn't move, not even his breathing fluctuated.  As he spoke, he fiddled with Wang Ying's arm that was exposed outside the quilt.  "It's so hairy, people say you're a foreigner, it's not a lie."

    Wang Ying's fingers are slender and delicate, like the hands of a young man, with bluish veins hidden in the whiteness.  In contrast, Li Yao's hands were thick and black, with long nails on the thumb and little finger.  He withdrew his hand a little ashamedly: "Look at this hand, your buddy really doesn't work."

    He wanted to wait, maybe Aha would appear suddenly.

    "Brother, if you want to wake up quickly, or don't wake up, please"

    "Why do you talk like that?" The nurse accused Li Yao while changing the dressing, "Our hospital has been paying his expenses in advance, and we didn't curse him. You are his friend, and you are still like this!"

    "Fee?" Li Yao became alert when the fee was mentioned.

    "Yeah. He doesn't seem to be a local. You are his friend. Do you want to help"

    Li Yao hurriedly said: "Well, let's discuss it again, and then discuss it."

    "Just be quicker!"

    "Ah, I'll discuss it after I've said it. Go out first, little girl, and I'll accompany him by myself."

    The nurse pouted and went out.  It was already dark, and she didn't turn on the light before she left, deliberately letting this thin and stingy man stay in the dark with the unconscious patient.

    "Hey, Eagle, you and Aha have caused me a lot of loss this time!"

    He still wanted to say something, but a red light flashed outside the window, he raised his head, and saw the sky reddened by the fire light outside the window.

    He rushed to the window with an ominous premonition in his heart.

    "It's the Fire Palace!" Li Yao howled and rushed out of the ward.

    In the corridor, doctors, nurses, and some patients walking around were watching and said to each other, "Yes, it's the Palace of Fire."

    Li Yao yelled heart-piercingly: "Firefighter, Mai Huang!" He rushed up Chaoyang Bridge.

    On the other side of the river not far away, the Fire Palace was burning.  On the terrace on the third floor, a figure of a woman in a huge evening dress dances and spins on the volcano, and the firelight illuminates her as if she is transparent.  A row of windows on this side of the river was opened, revealing several telescopes.  In fact, her waist and face, as well as her palace-style hairstyle, can be seen clearly without binoculars.  Her face is transparent, bright and beautiful, showing the magnificence before Nirvana.

    Many people gathered on the river bank to watch.

    "Madman, it was the lunatic who ignited the fire!" People said to each other.

    At the peak of the fire, Mai Huang danced and sang, but in the crackling of the burning building and the occasional explosion, her singing became more and more faint, only her dancing posture was not overwhelmed by the huge evening dress.  The fetters are spinning in the reflection of the ever-increasingly larger flames, as exciting and exaggerated as on a charming stage.

    That night, the Fire Palace turned into a flaming mountain, scorching the water of Nanming River scorching hot, and turning half of the city's sky red.  The fire burned down the row of nearly hundred-year-old locust trees in front of the Huogong Palace, and the black and bald branches froze in midair like ink paintings, never sprouting and blooming again.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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