Dad's Pastoral Life

Chapter 224 Fighting

Cheng Xinxin also looked over and said, "It's really nice."

Cheng He also learned the flute for a while before, but then he stopped, and then he was busy. Now when he listened to it, he suddenly remembered the time when he was learning the flute.

Anyway, he had a lot of time, so he bought one and learned how to blow it when he got back.

In the mountain village, you are not afraid of disturbing the people, just go to any mountain and sit and watch Yun Shu Yunjuan, then you can practice flute.

In his imagination, the melodious sound of the flute and the oriole coming out of the valley are the most beautiful sights.

Cheng Xinxin took the flute from her father and asked, "Dad, what is this?"

"Flute."

"Can Daddy blow?"

"know a little."

Cheng Xinxin nodded.I think so, my father is omnipotent, how could he not blow it?

I also saw a shop selling kebabs, with smoke flying around and the aroma filling the air. It was a stall set up by a foreigner here.

The fragrance is so strong, naturally it also attracts many people to come to see it.

Cheng Xinxin said again, "Father, I want to eat that."

Well, I should have snatched her fried tofu earlier.Otherwise, she just wants to eat now, and her stomach has no capacity.

Thinking about it this way, he didn't think there was anything wrong with eating the child's snacks, and he felt relieved for a while, so Cheng He went to buy some kebabs of mutton.

Walking all the way, I want to eat this one, and I also want to eat that one, which is not the topic of the temple fair yet.

At the entrance of Fuxing Park, except for some uniformed security guards patrolling there, there is no toll point, and you can go in directly.

There are also a lot of people, and they all go to the left.

And to the right, there is a relatively empty place, where there is a pavilion, and there are more than a dozen old people sitting in the pavilion, all dressed in theater costumes, singing local operas.

Only some elderly people like to stand nearby and watch, so this place is relatively empty.

The opera troupe was invited by the city, and they were all lovers of local opera. The average age was over 65, and they sang very hard.

Of course, today's temple fair is purely for fun and there is no charge.

But even if there is no charge, not many people come to see it.Young people can't stand this slow pace.

These people who sing local opera don't care whether there are many people who come to listen.Probably for them, it is very rare to be able to get together today's theater troupe and complete a play in its entirety.

For the next temple fair, who knows how many people will come here?

In the simple pavilion, there is no stage, and everyone sits in a circle in front of the stage and behind the scenes. Those who play the erhu play the erhu, those who knock on the clapper, and those who beat the gong.

The older Huadan is not full of energy anymore, and she has to exert all her strength to sing her lines louder and more mellowly, so the blue veins on her forehead have already suffocated.

"...First buy gold cups and jade cups, then green plates and green vases. The master built the south building and the north tower, and then built a Baihua Pavilion. Wang Ba bustard was too cruel, and counted nine cold days to drive him out of the courtyard..."

The slightly hoarse singing voice, although I have tried my best to sing and try my best to sing and compose well, but I can't achieve the voice and charm of my youth.

But there is no way, they are only a troupe that can be scraped together.

Now no one is willing to take the effort to learn this kind of opera.

Even, no one is willing to take the time to sit down and listen to this kind of slow singing.

In general, this line of business has a taste of the sun's waning days.

Cheng He held the child in his arms and looked at it for a while, but he didn't quite understand it, and he didn't listen for long, so he carried the child and went with the flow.

Recalling the thick veins on the forehead when the old Huadan sang, and the serious and serious expressions of the old soundtrack musicians who played the erhu and drums for her, I feel a little uncomfortable.

An industry, watching it slowly decline, the taste is really not so good.

But maybe it's just the way things are going.

On the other side of the trend, there are many activities for young people to play.There are also some for children to play with.

When Cheng Xinxin saw a sandbag picking game, she refused to leave, she had to stand there and watch.

Cheng He put her on his shoulders and asked her to sit higher so that she could see more clearly.

This is an activity organized by a business, similar to a parent-child game, a type of strength competition.The father carried a load of unknown things and carried the child to the destination together.

Winners get rewards.

Cheng Xinxin watched other fathers carrying their children on their backs and picking up loads of things, running to the finish line, which made her laugh out loud.

Some people don't know how to tie their pockets, and they run halfway carrying the load, but the mouth of the bag falls apart and the things fall out. Naturally, they cannot complete the game, and they are considered a loser.

Some, before going on stage, tied their shoelaces, tightened their belts, and took off their jackets. They stretched their posture so much that they were thrown far away.

The winner gets a gift from a merchant—just to amuse the kids and advertise the product.

Cheng Xinxin was overwhelmed with joy, and shouted, "Father, we want to play too. I want to play too."

Cheng He said: "Honey, let's not play that one, let's go and see something else, okay?"

"No, no, I want to play with that..." Cheng Xinxin sat on her father's shoulder and squirmed to show her position.

Well, those who celebrate Chinese New Year, let’s satisfy the children.

Cheng He said, "All right, let's see where to sign up."

In fact, there is no need to look, there are already a bunch of families waiting there with their children.There's a table next to it, and that's where the registration must be.

Cheng He signed up and waited there with his children.

The game is two families in one group, so it will take a while before it's their turn.

Every time they saw something going on in the game, they would laugh loudly, and the people watching the game also laughed.

It seems that this game is still quite popular.

Cheng He held the child's hand, and the two of them slowly gnawed on a skewer of kebabs, with exactly the same movements.

Cheng He taught his children that when eating mutton skewers, they can only bite sideways, and they cannot hold the tip of the bamboo stick to their mouths, otherwise their mouths will be stabbed if they are hit by someone.

Therefore, both father and daughter are now eating mutton skewers.

Next to her was a boy who was about her age, smelling the smell of kebabs, turned his head and looked at her.

Cheng Xinxin ate comfortably, not noticing that others were looking at her, let alone knowing that others had quietly swallowed her saliva several times.

The boy was probably out of jealousy. He got angry when he didn't have anything to eat. He opened his mouth and spit towards the sky.

"Pa..." landed on the trouser leg of a parent who was waiting in line.

The parent is probably a grandfather, who is a bit older.He was holding the child and watching the game, so he didn't notice it.

The girl who was led shook his hand and whispered: "Grandpa, on your pants..."

Grandpa looked down, damn it, it's so dirty!

The little granddaughter was too young to speak, so she just pointed at the boy.

Grandpa took out a handkerchief and wiped his pants, and said towards this side: "I don't care about the child! You are such a big man, spit at others!"

The people around saw that it was the brat who did something bad, so they shook their heads helplessly and laughed along with it.

But the old man called out, but no parent stood up. There was no adult standing next to the little boy who spat. It is estimated that his adult left temporarily.

Hey, this tutor!
The old man had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, thinking he was unlucky.

The child is so young, and there is no adult around, it is difficult for him to teach him a lesson.

He muttered twice in dissatisfaction, and then fell silent.

"Pa..." The boy spat out again.

This time, it almost landed on the grandfather's trousers again. Fortunately, he saw it, and dodged to the side.

This time I don't have such a good temper.

He said loudly: "What's the matter with this kid! Why are you spitting so much on so many people! Is there no adult in charge? There is no tutoring at all. He's a Chinese New Year kid, why do you want me to scold you?"

He looked around anxiously, and his voice became louder.

Unfortunately, no adults showed up.

The people around laughed harder, half laughing, half helpless.

Generally speaking, this is the case with bear children, and it is not easy for them to teach themselves a lesson.But it's really annoying to be so disgusting.

The old man was very angry, but he couldn't hit him. He grabbed the bear's clothes and pushed him away: "Go, find your master, don't make trouble here."

"Pa..." The brat turned his head and spat out again.

This time he tilted his head, no matter where he vomited.

Cheng He was closer, jumped lightly, and avoided it.The result was good, and it landed on a child next to him.

"Wow..." The child cried in response.

Suddenly there was a voice of condemnation all around, saying that the adults in that family didn't care about the children.

The brat saw that everyone was looking at him, and then everyone had nothing to do with him. He felt that he was his world now, it was so fun, "Pa, pa, pa", he vomited one mouthful after another.

The people around immediately backed away like a tide, and they didn't want to touch this bad luck.

Whose brat?Why don't you take care of it personally?
At this time, no one wanted to be a villain, but they hoped that someone would come out and vent their anger on their behalf.

Just when there was nothing to do, I saw a little girl in a new red down jacket, broke free from her father's hand, and slapped the boy suddenly.

That palm was really fast and accurate.

The sound of "pia" is loud and crisp.

The crowd laughed immediately.

There is no way for them adults to teach children a lesson, so it is really appropriate for children to take action.

The brat, relying on no one dared to hit him, was throwing up, when he slapped him suddenly, knocking him dumbfounded.

Looking again, it was a girl about his age who glared at him and said, "You vomited on my lamb skewers."

It's just a girl, so the bear boy didn't give in, and was about to spit at her again.

"Pa..." Before he could spit it out, Cheng Xinxin slapped him again, knocking back his saliva.

After being slapped twice, it hurt a little, and the bear cried.

"I'm sorry to spit on me, so don't cry!" The girl pointed at the brat and taught him a serious lesson.

The voice is milky.

"Hahaha..." The people around suddenly laughed again, this girl is quite courageous.

However, when a child hits a child, the force is limited and will not cause any injuries, so no one persuades them to fight.

Cheng He felt a little embarrassed and wanted to pull the child back.

"Don't worry about it, the child's affairs will be resolved by the child."

"That's right, the children are playing around, there's nothing to worry about."

"Hey, this girl belongs to your family? Not bad, the child is not cowardly, good job."

The brat got hit twice, started to cry, and immediately looked around, but there was no one to help him, and his lord was not here either.

He cried and reached out to push Cheng Xinxin. He wanted to push her to the ground with a palm, but he was grabbed by the collar instead.

(End of this chapter)