golden escape

Lying on the bed, Fang You recalled his journey of escaping from the ground. He sighed a little. From Tianhai to Wuyang, he fled home before he experienced the escapism. Going to Guangdong is his true escape.

The beautiful scenery in the mountains, all kinds of rare animals, and what happened to Xiaoli's family, the tomb robbers in the valley, the poachers, the fight between rhubarb and black bear, it can be said that Fang Youda grew up a lot These are the insights that he has never encountered in his ordinary life.

Tossing and turning unable to sleep, Fang You pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the movement next door. On his right was his mother's room, while on the left was the room where his sister Fang Qian lived before. Now, Ye lived in it. The language is clear.

At first, Ye Yuqing seemed a little uncomfortable, the sound of tossing and turning came from the room, but gradually, it disappeared, leaving only the sound of slow and peaceful breathing.

Fang You smiled, locked the door, and then escaped into the land, heading all the way to the wine cellar. The wine cellar is now his second home. After more than ten days away, he naturally wants to check it now some.

Under the ground, observing life in the world above is sometimes an interesting thing, but this interesting thing is a painful thing after seeing a big man forcefully facing the bed board Yes, Fang You shook his head helplessly, then quickly fled to the outskirts, turned around, turned 360 degrees, and arrived in the wine cellar.

Turn on the powerful lighting, the flickering light made Fang You take a few shots, and then he recovered. It must be because the wine cellar was too humid. After a general look, everything was as if he was walking. The scene in the altar The Buddha statue is still looking forward with a benevolent face, and the jasper-like glaze of the Longquan kiln next to it looks extremely beautiful under the light.

These things seemed to bring some warmth to a cold wine cellar. Looking at the wallpaper of stars and moons on the wall, Fang You smiled. This childish wallpaper formed a sharp contrast with these antiques that were at least a hundred years old. contrast.

After staying in the wine cellar for a while, after taking a few sips of Huadiao wine, Fang You carried two jars of Huadiao wine and headed towards the ground. There were only a few jars of Huadiao wine left. The inside is almost full of Huadiao wine in large vats, and next time I come back, I will pour it in with an empty wine jug.

Back home, Fang You put one jar of Huadiao wine under the bed, and another jar of Huadiao wine into the ground. When he escaped from the ground, he touched his pocket, with a smile on his face, and put a piece of thousand-year-old ginseng into the ground. Put it into the Huadiao wine, shake it slightly, then seal the lid of the altar and place it in the ground.

With a little drunkenness, Fang You lay down on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, Fang You got up and practiced Tai Chi in the yard. As Tai Chi swayed, the little bit of gray air in his body became more and more familiar with him, as if it had truly become a part of his body. Some of them are average, and the other gray airflow has also increased a little, but it is far less obvious than this little airflow.

After practicing Tai Chi, looking back, Ye Yuqing looked at him with a smile, "Little wanderer, Auntie is cooking, come in and eat."

Today is the first day of junior high school, after dinner, and after visiting Elder Chu first, Fang You took Ye Yuqing and Xiao Yiyi to Wuyang Street to visit the temple fair.

In today's big cities, perhaps the temple fairs belong to the old times, and are gradually far away from people's sight, but in Wuyang, a not-so-famous inland city, the temple fairs are still held on the first and fifteenth day of every month. Held without interruption, it can be said that these are the most lively two days in a month.

The temple fairs in other cities may only retain a custom with an ornamental nature, but the temple fair in Wuyang can be said to be authentic.

On the street where the temple fair is held, there is a century-old Town God's Temple. On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, devout men and women from far away villages come to the Town God's Temple to offer incense, ask questions about their inner doubts, or ask for the blessing of the City God.

Ye Yuqing, who was born in Hong Kong since she was a child, is used to seeing high-rise buildings in big cities, which are fashionable and glamorous. She is very curious about this temple fair where there are all kinds of small stalls selling all kinds of common or uncommon things. With a strong interest in my heart, I took Xiao Yiyi and turned eastward and westward.

At this time, Ye Yuqing seemed to have seen something interesting again, she pulled Xiao Yiyi, and Xiao Yiyi pulled Fang You, and rushed over. As soon as she passed, Ye Yuqing asked the price.

Fang You looked up and almost fell to the ground. Ye Yuqing was pointing at a sugar figure in the shape of Monkey King, asking the price.

A dark-skinned middle-aged man saw the girl rushing towards her like a fairy descending from the mortal world, and was immediately frightened. He stretched out a finger, but he was speechless.

"One hundred, isn't it? It's too expensive." Ye Yuqing said hesitantly.

Fang You was a little dumbfounded, one hundred, one hundred can be bought together with the stall, "Sister, I used to eat it when I went to the temple fair with my grandma, it cost one yuan each, but my teeth are stained." Xiao Yiyi's immature voice couldn't help but let Fang You was a little relieved.

"Yeah, girl, this little girl is right, one yuan each, I can make anything you want." The middle-aged uncle opened his mouth and smiled, showing two rows of white teeth.

Xiao Yiyi smiled, "Uncle, I want a Monkey King, a beautiful bird for my sister, and a Zhu Bajie for my bad uncle."

"Okay, little girl knows a lot." The middle-aged man smiled, picked up the syrup in the bowl, and blew it. After a while, a fresh Monkey King blew out. Then, the middle-aged man The man began to blow a peacock again.

Ye Yuqing looked at the middle-aged man in surprise, without blinking her eyes, Fang You smiled, this sugar man was the best playmate of many little kids when he was a child, even playing until the sugar syrup was hard, still Refuse to eat it.

Looking at the middle-aged man's bowl of syrup, Fang You couldn't help thinking of the fun story of stealing syrup with Wang Hao. They didn't think it was enough for a sugar man. At that time, Fang You, a big fool who loved to lie to children about children's books , acted as a bait, and kept fooling the sugar man master, while Wang Hao took advantage of his unpreparedness, picked up a bowl of syrup and prepared to run away.

But he was directly caught by the sugar man master, "Little boy, I have been staring at you for a long time, you are just staring at my syrup bowl, you are almost drooling, you think I don't know what you are hitting?" What idea, get out of here, let me see you next time, just put a bowl of syrup on your head, let you eat your fill."

Talking to Ye Yuqing about this interesting incident, she couldn't help laughing profusely. Suddenly, Fang You watched and shifted his eyes from the syrup in the bowl to the bowl.

The bowl that this master used to hold syrup was not the usual copper bowl, but a porcelain bowl, with blue and white flowers slightly showing on the bright white bowl.

Fang You shrank his eyes. He may be dissatisfied with other antiques, but he filled a bottle with porcelain. effort.

This porcelain bowl is exactly blue and white porcelain with white ground, but it is covered with traces of syrup and looks dirty. Most people will never notice it. Fang You squatted on the ground and looked at it for a while. Green and emerald blue, clear and gorgeous, and the blue and white lines are rough, which can be said to be the typical characteristics of Kangxi blue and white porcelain in the Qing Dynasty.

Fang You couldn't help smiling, treasures are everywhere in folk temple fairs, the bowl of syrup that a small sugar figurine master holds is also a piece of Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain.

"Master, your syrupy bowl is quite old." Fang You asked with a smile. He was not interested in collecting this piece of blue and white porcelain, but it was just a subconscious remark after playing with antiques a lot.

The sugar master smiled nervously, "Brother, don't worry, although this bowl is passed down from my grandfather, I wash it with water every day, so I guarantee there will be no problems."

Fang You nodded with a smile, but did not point out that it may not be a good thing to know that he owns a valuable antique.

In less than 10 minutes, after the master squeezed out the peacock, he quickly blew another Zhu Bajie.

Xiao Yiyi took the three sugar figurines, gave the peacock to Ye Yuqing, and handed Zhu Bajie to Fang You, "Here, Uncle Scoundrel, you can eat Zhu Bajie."

Fang You smiled, and took it over. This Zhu Bajie was lifelike, holding a nine-tooth nail rake, with his belly upright, looking lazy, watching the middle-aged man hesitate to speak, he smiled, and handed over the five dollars.

When the sugar figure was about to leave, the middle-aged man grabbed him directly, "Little brother, I need two dollars for you, here, take it."

Fang You said no, but the middle-aged man directly stuffed it into his hand. Looking at the simple clothes of the middle-aged man, he nodded, and whispered in the middle-aged man's ear: "Master, if you need money urgently, you can put When you take your syrupy bowl to an antique shop, remember, you must insist that you are an old object. If it is more than [-], don’t sell it. Remember, don’t tell others. "

After Fang You finished speaking, he blinked at the sugar figure maker, then stuffed two dollars into his pocket, stuck out his tongue and licked Zhu Bajie, followed Xiao Yiyi and Ye Yuqing, leaving only the sugar figure maker behind. The middle-aged man looked at his bowl of syrup with some doubts.

The middle-aged man thought for a while, looked at the youthful appearance of this young man, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, "Fifty thousand, this young man is probably joking, just playing with himself, I just heard him say that when he was a child, he was arrested for stealing sugar syrup from others." The thing about living here must be that I hated the master who squeezed the syrup.

Fang You remembers that since he was in high school, he has been entangled with heavy studies and has no time. He hasn't visited this temple fair for almost seven or eight years.

The playthings in my childhood memories have almost disappeared. Most of the temple fairs are mostly clothes sellers. The old stalls that can be seen from time to time are also very rare.

(To be continued)