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On the way to Chabai Song Festival, Aha looked at the mountains outside the car window in a trance. On a June day in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, the sky is bright, the distant green hills are rolling and undulating, and the forests are like green clouds, covering the hills. The figures of brightly dressed Miao women kept passing by the car windows, like colorful butterflies.
"Daughter, in this season, all kinds of flowers in Jinzhu Dazhai are blooming, that's really beautiful!"
"Bumo, the road to heaven is too far away, Ahha doesn't know if he can make it. But I know, I can't go back to Dazhai again."
"My dear girl, it hurts my heart again when you say this. How can a woman's family be intact all her life? She will always go through some things before she can change from a girl to a woman, become a mother, and have her own children , to reproduce for her nation. The past, you can't oppress your heart, and let the sky be filled with dark clouds. The most important thing is, you have to find your own happiness. Aha was originally a happy bird , don¡¯t hide your wonderful singing voice. Chalang and Baimei are the most worshiped singers of the Buyi people, and your voice is even more beautiful than Baimei!"
The closer Xingyi got, Ahha's mood sank again.
Once upon a time, happiness was a string of golden wind chimes, and the slightest wind would make it ring. Happiness never stops in Ahha's heart. But now she seems to have not recovered from a serious illness, and all the beautiful scenery brings her melancholy and sentimentality.
After getting off the long-distance bus, Bumo got a carriage from somewhere, and drove Ahha to Dingxiao Town. The sound of horseshoes striking, crisp and dense, resounded through the mountains.
The carriage soon came under a big mountain.
Buyi people from all directions have gathered in Dingxiao, and a green and vast hillside is full of young men and women dressed in Buyi costumes. The grand song party has already started in the afternoon. This song will not only commemorate Chalang and Baimei, but also an occasion for young Buyi men and women to seek and pour out their love. Look, groups of young men are bravely approaching the place where the girls are standing. Singing brought them courage, they sang beautiful ballads, and in the festival of this song, they tried to attract the attention of the girls¡ªtheir eyes were slightly shy but joyful, encouraging the boys enthusiastically.
Aha looked at the group of young men and young women who were singing in anticipation, their singing came and went, drifting from the hillside to the downhill. Aha suddenly felt that she no longer had the pure joy of adolescence and their mysterious expectation of love, and she was really far away from them.
On a big blue stone, there was a handsome young man waiting and watching. The coarse cloth clothes on his body are brand new, the cloth on his head is solid and stylish, even the straw sandals on his feet are woven with the toughest rushes, and there are a pair of red wool balls on them given to him by his married sister. It was prepared for the happiness he was looking forward to, for his good luck. He was only nineteen years old, and he hadn't been squeezed by heavy farm work or disturbed by sad things, so he was extraordinarily tall and straight, with a delicate face and a hint of shyness. He is from Huaxi Swan Li Village, the descendant surnamed Wang who is good at playing the flute and especially singing. At this time, he was holding the bamboo flute in his hand, with a sliver of dead grass inadvertently sticking to his turban, frowning slightly, and after looking at the crowds coming from everywhere, he sat on the stone and watched nervously and anxiously all the people from the downhill to the uphill. road.
More and more people are climbing up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain. They are wearing festive costumes. The men wear new blue clothes and headscarves. roses, roses and peonies. Regardless of men and women, the cloth bags hanging on their shoulders are equally gorgeous, which are embroidered stitch by stitch by Bouyei women. Therefore, all people can only distinguish between men and women. Men and women look the same, and they don't know who is who. They came from all directions, rushing up the mountain from all the paths at the foot of the mountain, and the hillside immediately became a sea of ??flowers.
The young man surnamed Wang was waiting for his sweetheart, Aha, who hadn't shown up for a long time, and his face turned red because of nervousness.
Aha actually arrived early, but she hid in Boomer's baggy clothes and refused to show her face.
"That's him." Bumo whispered to her. They stood on a high place behind a group of people, just in time to see clearly the actions of the young man surnamed Wang.
"When he was a child, he came to Jinzhu Dazhai to pay New Year's greetings. He hid on the wall of the village all day long and watched you kick your feet."
"I do not know how?"
"Of course you don't know, my wife is not allowed to tell."
The hillside began to be noisy, and the men and women in the circles of the crowd sang one after another.
A thick male voice sang:
Hey, there is a river in front of my sister's house,
The willow leaves by the river are like scissors.
Deliberately sing a song for my sister,
 Her delicate face and neck are finely carved, leaving her beautiful figure in the blue sky at dusk.
Turning around, she saw the other side of the hillside, close to the edge of the town, and there happened to be a train neighing. It came from Yunnan and Guizhou in the distance, and it was going all the way south, and it would soon cross the provincial border and go to Guangdong in the south. The train went into the tunnel of the mountain like a long dragon, and the earth under her feet, the towering mountain, trembled for a long time
After the sun sets, groups of stars appear in the dark blue night sky like a porcelain basin.
A group of girls in the west are singing and dancing to the accompaniment of Konoha, flute, and suona. They will dance until the long night passes, and the east turns pale. The beef soup pot in the east has been boiled, and the soup pot meat with medicinal materials is extraordinarily fragrant. People are so hungry that their saliva is about to flow down.
Someone handed Bumo a large bowl of broth. He wanted to give it to Aha, but when he found that Aha was missing, he just smoked a pot of tobacco leaves! With big strides, he opened his eagle-like steel eyes, searching among the bright and joyful girls. However, there was no sign of Aha at all the campfires.
"Girl! Aha¡ª"
"Aha¡ª¡ª" the descendants surnamed Wang found Bumo, but before he could be happy, Bumo told him that Ahha was gone, and his dark face showed uncontrollable anxiety and heaviness.
"Aha, my daughter!"
"Sister Aha¡ª" the call of the young man surnamed Wang was more urgent than Bumo, echoing at the edge of the crowd.
The mountain wind whirred, and quickly blew their calls to pieces, and the people's laughter and laughter hid the fragments of those calls. The beef soup pot was eaten up, the rice wine brewed by the Buyi people was also drunk, and the bonfire lit up all the faces. The night in the forest rolls thickly, rolls over the canyons, rolls over the mountains. Where the night rolled by, the bonfire was more colorful, and the dancing posture of the Buyi girl was more crazy and light, and the firelight reflected the smiling faces of the girls and the boys. The night is extremely vast. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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