Genius Fortune-teller

It's ten o'clock in the morning. Although it's very early in the morning, the main peak of Maoshan is covered with smoke and clouds, just like a fairyland. Moreover, the mountain road is full of people who go up to the mountain to pray for incense. It's dense, just like mole ants.

But this kind of noisy scene only stays in the main peak of Maoshan, but it is rarely seen in the side peak of Maoshan. The small village at the foot of the mountain still retains its old appearance, with towering ancient trees and alleys connected. Occasionally, a few wisps of cooking smoke disperse.

Although there is only one mountain separated, the two places are like two different worlds.

But these simple and honest farmers in the mountain village have long been used to such a quiet life of sunrise and sunset. They neither admire nor despise the noisy life separated by only one mountain.

But now, after all, it's the end of the new year. In the past, there were a few clear firecrackers in the quiet mountain village from time to time, and the young man who came back from work, playing some love songs on the loudspeaker, which was quite lively.

Under the big locust tree at the gate of the village, there are a lot of old men and women who are used to getting up early and talking about things like astronomy, geography, the national economy and people's livelihood, and family members.

First, I talked about the past events of the Spring Festival in the early years, and then I showed the news about which national leader was going to pay a new year's visit. Finally, the topic slowly fell to the Pilgrims who went to the main peak of Maoshan mountain, which was separated by a mountain. This one said which leader came here yesterday with honey, and that one said which boss is spending a lot of money this year It's fragrant.

When it comes to these pilgrims, the old people can't help but sigh. If the guy who calls himself little white dragon in Langli is in the village, Jie is afraid that he will take the strong young man in the village to "hunt" in the mountains.

This "hunting" is not about hunting in the mountains, but about attacking the pilgrims. However, xiaobailong in that wave did not do the unskilled work of cutting, but pulled the young people in the village to set up stalls and put on fortune telling.

But it's strange that little Bailong is just a trick in the eyes of the villagers. He's very interested in the Pilgrims' thoughts. According to the young people in the village, as long as brother Bailong swindles, the pilgrims follow up like the wild rabbits in the condom. He just wants to take off his clothes and give them to brother Bailong so that he can talk more.

What's more, the little white dragon is very righteous. He doesn't need any money from the pilgrims. He gives seven to the children who go to school in the village, and the other three to buy fireworks. He makes a big fuss at the end of the new year.

"I don't know where the little white dragon has been. He hasn't been back for so long. That boy is a jerk, but he is not in the village. It's really lonely. Even there are fewer fireworks. You can't see the atmosphere of the new year. I still remember that when the boy was on the mountain, fireworks burned half of the sky at night! "

"You don't see the third son of our family who is so stupid that he has to go up the mountain every once in a while when he comes back from Panyu. He says that he thinks brother Bailong is coming back. If you say that boy is evil, you can tie the hearts of these dolls. "

"I'm afraid I won't come back. Two years ago, the three lunatics stayed on the mountain with a baby. Later, even the three lunatics left. After such a long time, little white dragon may have become the climate outside. I can't remember our backwater! "

"If you don't come back, well, what are you doing back here? A good village is made a mess by him!" After listening to these words, an old man squatting under the old locust tree knocked on the pot with a cigarette bag, and said, "that's good. He's in the mountains, and those old hens in our family don't feel at ease when they lay eggs. They don't turn around to see how many times they've been. In a twinkling of an eye, they're in the belly of that little bastard!"

"Mr. Wang, I'm afraid you're not worried about your eggs, but about little Bailong touching your granddaughter-in-law's bed in the middle of the night! I can tell you that you have to keep an eye on your granddaughter-in-law. I don't see her peeping up the mountain these days. I'm afraid she's thinking about xiaobailong. " The old man, who was in memory of little white dragon setting off fireworks, said with a smile.

"Go away!" After the old Wang taunted, youyou took a cigarette, glanced at the old people around him, and said with a strange smile, "which one of you dare say that xiaobailong didn't turn over your wall in the middle of the night when he was on the mountain?"

Listening to Lao Wang's words, there was a burst of laughter under the old locust tree. As Mr. Wang said, the little bastard is not very happy. Although his heart is not bad, it's just that he likes to turn over the wall.

"Well, that little son of a bitch is a jerk, but to tell you the truth, we are good at him all these years. We really miss him if we don't see him all these years." Laowang head long spit out smoke, gently knock knock knock cigarette pot, murmur.

Voice down, under the old locust tree suddenly silent. The faces of all the old people were full of sighs, and the eyes were full of nostalgia. As Lao wangtou said, that little bastard can really tie people's hearts and make them remember him.

But one year after another, one year after another, one year after another, half of these old people have stepped into the coffin. I'm afraid they will never have the chance to see that little bastard again in their life, and they will never be able to drive him down from the wall with crutches."I don't know where the little bastard is now. We old people miss him. He can't think of us in gentle country. After the end of the new year, the old Taoist temple on the mountain is going to be demolished. You all take care of the kids in your family. Don't let them make trouble on the mountain! " Lao Wang shook his head with a wry smile, knocked the ashes out of the pot, and trembled the cigarette bag to his waist.

At this time, the village entrance of the dusk, but suddenly came a few long car whistle sound. Then four shiny cars with the old man's nameless logo came slowly along the rugged mountain road.

"These people who enter the mountain are really bastards. If they don't go on such a wide road, they have to come to us, and they are not afraid to crush the seedlings..." Looking at the cars coming towards the village, the old people could not help shaking their heads and murmuring.

"Lao Wang tou, if you want me to say it, I don't think it's xiaobailong sitting in the car." The old man who had been in memory of the fireworks looked at Lao Wang's head with a smiley face and said, "you can go home quickly and watch your granddaughter-in-law. Don't let her come out."

"Lao Li Tou, let your mother's shit go. If there's a little white dragon in it, I'll cut off my head and kick it for you!" Old Wang tau scolded with disdain, shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid there are people who want to tear down the Taoist temple. You should go back and persuade the younger generation of your family. Don't let them come up with blood, take the guy up the mountain and fight with those green skins! "

Although he said this, Lao Wang's head and feet seemed to be rooted on the ground, and his eyes were full of evil spirit that was totally different from his age. It seemed that he was going to scold the mulberry and the locust. RI Niang scolded those people in the car.

"The air in the mountains is good. I haven't breathed such fresh air for a long time." Hejiaer greedily breathed the fresh air outside the window, then turned to Lin Bai, who looked out of the window thoughtfully, and said: "tell me, how can such a beautiful place raise such a bad guy as you..."

Lin Bai smiles quietly, his eyes just look out of the window. Although he had been away for a long time, all the plants and trees here seemed to have taken root in his heart. No matter it was a stinky ditch or a tile roofed house, they were all familiar with him.

This is not so much a place for Lin Bai to learn arts as his real hometown. His childhood, his youth, are spent in this small village separated from the world, where every inch of land, have left his footprints.

Looking at all the familiar things outside the window, Lin Bai felt strange and familiar. The village is the same as it was in the old days. Has everything on the mountain changed again? Is the dilapidated temple hidden in the green trees and weeds still the same as it was in the old days?

"There are many people standing under the old locust tree, pointing at us. Do you know them?" Just as Lin Bai was thinking wildly, he Jia Er looked out of the window and asked Lin Bai.

Lin Bai looked out of the window with some doubts. He didn't expect that he had really arrived at this place, and met those familiar people so soon! He reached out and rubbed his eyes. Lin Bai's face suddenly burst into a bright smile that he had never shown since he started from Hong Kong Island. Then, in the exclamation of hejiaer, he opened the door and jumped down.

"This kid..." Looking at Lin Bai's figure running towards the village, Mr. Liu slowly shakes his head behind the motorcade, but his face is with a knowing smile.

Wealth does not forget its roots. It is the seed of Lao Liu's family! Mr. Liu nodded, smiling. When I hit Jiangshan in those years, I just jumped out of the car when I went home. I wish I could run to those old acquaintances at the same time.

"It's a thunderclap. It's crazy before you get into the mountain. You'd better fall into a ditch and drown yourself!" Looking at Lin Bai's figure jumping down from the car, Lao Wang turned his head, reached out a pinch of tobacco leaves, put them into the pot, took a fierce puff, and scolded: "look at this, don't you mean to tear down our village, so that you can live in peace?"

"You son of a bitch, you can't kill him!" Lao Li's words to Lao Wang's head were deeply thought. After nodding and echoing several times, he reached out and rubbed his eyes. He looked suspiciously at the figure who was constantly approaching them and said: "how can that boy be so resistant to falling? He didn't shake when he landed? No, I don't think that man looks like a little white dragon

"I think your heart is in the crotch of xiaobailong's pants. I'll talk about him later!" Old Wang tou disdained to glance at old Li Tou, but also looked suspiciously toward Lin Bai, and then was quite surprised: "you don't have to say, this body, this appearance, this walking posture, it's really a bit like little white dragon that son of a bitch, isn't it really him?"

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