bit stealing game

Chapter 86
A little snow fell in the unnamed mountains of Guizhou, heralding the new year.

The mountains here are high and stretching, with undulating peaks and ridges, and are shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.There are only a few steps up and down the mountain, and there may be a bright sun above the head and white snow on the feet.Countless stockades have been built in the embrace of mountains from countless times ago, generation after generation, undisturbed by time and worldly affairs.

The winter moon has just arrived, and people are already busy.The door of every household is covered with cured meat, and the stove is smoking, preparing for the coming Miao Nian.

There is only one family that did not buy it, that is a pair of grandparents.

These fathers and sons are not locals, and they celebrate the Spring Festival of the Han people.The old man came to the village decades ago. He is taciturn, but he has some skills. He helped the people in the village see their patients, reminded those who went hunting in the mountains about the upcoming weather, and told stories for the curious children who came over. We talked a little bit.So even though he doesn't interact with people very much, everyone still regards him as one of them over time.

The little grandson was taken over two years ago, and Long Ri followed the children's team across the mountains and ridges to "cross villages", knocking on doors and eating hundreds of meals.This is the tradition of the Miao Nian Festival. Children come to the house to have fun, and the next year will be prosperous.

Unlike other children who chattered, this white boy was quiet and patient.Birds are embroidered on the boy's clothes and pants, and he also wears silver ornaments.He would laugh with the children, sing folk songs together, say auspicious words and beg for candy together, but he always went home alone.

People in the village also liked the grandpa and grandson very much, but they couldn't help saying behind their backs, "It's a pity."

The boy has good eyes and ears, but he often just smiles and pretends not to hear.As early as when he was sent here by his parents, he no longer felt wronged.

The lights in the village are always bright.

Every Spring Festival, the village distributes things to the villages, and gradually the people here take it seriously.But the only ones who are sincerely in the Spring Festival are the old people who have always been out of place.

It is said that it is the Spring Festival, and the other family still eats local traditional food, but grandpa said that they have to drink and eat dumplings during the New Year.That is a habit brought from the Northeast.The wine is brewed by himself, from Wuliangye to burning knives, without him and his father.

But it was difficult to make dumplings.

So the young man took over from his grandfather, went to the mountains early in the morning to try his luck, and got something so that he could exchange faces with others.

He found a litter of rabbits.Having lived in the mountains for a long time, with a natural aura on his body, and enough patience, the Jiutu family didn't even notice him.

This is not a common luck.

Carrying the herbs dug from the mountains, the boy went to a family.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw an unfamiliar animal tied under the table.It has thick feathers, its back is facing the door, but it turned its head directly, and stared at the person with a pair of sharp cat-like pupils.

The boy often walked in the mountains in the past two years, but his grandfather never let him go into the mountains at night, so he never saw this thing.He also stared at the novel animal.The person who came in with him was startled, took two steps back and stumbled on the threshold.Only then did the young man look away, walked to the table and said in local words: "I dug it under the baby fish stream, change some noodles."

Everyone saw his appearance, and it was inevitable that they were a little bit guilty at this time.A woman randomly packed a bag of noodles and handed it to him. After he went out, she said: "Don't come here again."

The boy paused, nodded, and went home with his bag.In fact, he was a little scared when he saw an owl.All these years he has disliked the dark.It's just that the gaze of that life shocked him more than being afraid.

The boy stepped on the bluestone slabs, poked the dewdrops, stepped on the mist and turned over the winding mountains, surrounded by clouds.Along the way, I was thinking about who to go to next year to change noodles and go back to make dumplings.

But in the next year, something happened in the village, and the person who insisted on the customs of his hometown was gone.There is only the boy himself left in the world.He has no home, and always rushes into the mountains.He is like the gullies of the mountains, the wetness of the water, the waves of the clouds, and the faintness of the night.His favorite is the moon.How good is the moon, wherever he goes, the moon will follow him.Afraid that he would be lonely, he had to change his appearance from time to time.Like a silent and tolerant friend.

Since then, there are thousands of lights in the world, and he always has a moon.

Waiting to eat dumplings again will be in a foreign country more than ten years later.How can an archaeological team full of northerners not have dumplings during the New Year and holidays.Among these stable people, there is one who yells, "After Laba, it will be a new year."

This time he is a young archaeologist who is tolerated and doted on by the elders in the institute, how could he not like dumplings.When rolling the leather, everyone praised his craftsmanship, and he himself was a little surprised.What was originally thought to be unfamiliar, has long been engraved in the habit.

The dumplings on the table were white and fat, and there was a whole plate dyed with vegetable juice, which looked green.It takes a lot of effort to make dumplings, but it is the most labor-saving to eat.

As soon as the dumplings were on the table, he habitually ate fast and plentiful as he did during this time, thinking about what to do and how to hide in the room and do a hundred more push-ups.Someone kept staring at him.He had a better appetite and ate a few more.

In addition to 279 on Laba day, people from the Yin family also came.This is also an artist.Knowing that there will be no good end in the desert, but still flirting with people calmly.Should it be said that birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups?As an archaeologist, she was involved in an operation like 279, and her childhood sweetheart had more and more secrets, but she was still able to bury her head in grabbing dumplings.I don't know if it is transparent or missing a string.

Such a carefree person will definitely make arrangements for the home during the Chinese New Year.Relying on his long arms, he grabbed the last dumpling from the plate in front of her.

If she can go home for the New Year.

The moon these days is not his friend.The desert does not recognize the moon, nor does it recognize them.Before everyone could react, he jumped onto the tree root that was cut off by the big snake.He didn't know what these ancient Egyptian legends were alluding to, and he didn't care too much.He just needs to make sure things get done.But the unlucky guy who was cheated along the way didn't hesitate to save him.

If you can let her go home for the New Year.he thought.If he is lucky enough, he can go back.I have to visit my grandfather's hometown.He hadn't been to the Northeast yet, so he climbed Changbai Mountain to see if he could find a silly roe deer and pat that fluffy white butt.The Siberian tiger also wants to touch it.

If she could go home for the New Year, it would not be too much to ask for a bite of dumplings.

But now I have to lie to her again.

"Wang Yu, I didn't expect you to be so unwilling to doubt me."

　Happy Chinese New Year everyone, Happy Year of the Tiger

　　There are some super nice place names in Guizhou: Yuping, Sinan, Guanling, Wangmo

　　Of course, the scenery is also first-class
　　Wangmo has preserved the customs of the Miao nationality very well, maybe the place where Lou Shiqi grew up can be brought here~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)