Chapter 164, Sleepless Night

In the evening, a tent was set up in the Miao village and a Dong opera was performed. This is a unique type of drama in Yunnan, and the behavior of the actors is exaggerated, and the gags are very vivid. Of course, the people listening to the drama also understand the play, and when they encounter something exciting, they will have to shout hello. When I saw the little ghost clown who was talking voiceover, they all laughed.

At this time, there were many people sitting under the stage, Ran Tianluo fell into Shi Yunyang's arms, and Han Lun was sitting next to Ah Qiao. Only Luo Xiaocheng fell on a big bluestone and watched from afar. Everyone applauded and he applauded, and everyone laughed, and his laughter was louder than everyone combined.

Although Miao Village is small, there are a lot of things that can be pretended.

After that night, the relationship between Ran Tianluo and Shi Yunyang has improved a lot. At this time, it is really like a young couple, but there is still a formal ceremony left. Ran Tianluo would never refuse Shi Yunyang to take her hand again, and she would not hesitate to fall into his arms. Because whether it is body or mind, she has completely handed over to Shi Yunyang. She has entrusted her life's happiness to it. And Shi Yunyang also has an extra sense of responsibility at this time, because he has his own woman, he has the right and responsibility to protect her and prevent her from being wronged and hurt a little.

Although men think this way, in fact there are many unavoidable places. But men should think like this first, because the last resort depends on the destiny of heaven, and having this cherishing and loving heart is doing their best.

At this time, there was only one day left until the sacrifice of the demons and gods. Early tomorrow morning, everyone will set off and rush to the Wuhong Altar to start the competition of the sacrifice of ghosts and gods. At this time, the most sorrowful of the people sitting under the Dong stage is probably Ah Qiao.

Ah Qiao sat beside Han Lun, clasped his hands on his knees, and buried his head between his knees, as if he was taking a nap. As soon as she came back from outside the village, Han Lun found that Ah Qiao was wrong, she didn't like to talk, and when she looked at the other three companions, her eyes were even more afraid. Han Lun thought that it was snake venom attacking the heart, and he was busy asking Ran Tianluo to help with the treatment. However, Ran Tianluo did not find any trace of poison on her, and moreover, he also passed on Nuwa's spiritual power for her, and Ah Qiao's injury was healed quickly under the healing of this spiritual power. But Ah Qiao was still silent.

Who knew that Ah Qiao's heart was in turmoil at this time, and she was making a terrible choice, although she had been defending herself in her heart. This powder is not poisonous and will not poison people. But as soon as she saw the gentle Ran Qianluo, the calm Shi Yunyang, and the bold man Luo Xiaocheng, she was very scared in her heart, after all, this matter was disgraceful and she couldn't say it to anyone.

But as soon as she saw Han Lun beside her, she became a little more courageous. She clutched the bottle tightly, motionless, and her palms were already sweating.

Han Lun saw that Ah Qiao's expression was so sluggish, and he said, "Ah Qiao, are you tired, do you want to go back and rest?"

Ah Qiao shook his head, but after thinking about it, he immediately nodded again.

Han Lun smiled, "What do you mean by that?" nodded or shook his head. ”

Ah Qiao said: "Brother Han, I'm tired, I'm going back to sleep." ”

Han Lun said, "I'll send you back." ”

Ah Qiao waved his hand and said, "No need, Ah Qiao can go back by himself, you can continue to watch the play." ”

Han Lun paused, and he said, "Ah Qiao!"

Ah Qiao turned around and said in amazement, "What's the matter?"

Han Lun said: "If you have anything on your mind, don't keep it in your heart, don't let it go." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Ah Qiao's mouth, and he turned around and left. Han Lun suddenly felt that that smile was like a sunset on the horizon, like a neon after the rain, and it was unbearably beautiful. Han Lun was stunned for a moment. That smile was enough to make all the men fall for it.

Han Lun was standing in place, and suddenly a hand put on his shoulder, that hand was heavy, and Han Lun was suddenly pressed to the point that his feet were weak. He turned his head and saw that it was Luo Xiaocheng.

Luo Xiaocheng said: "Since you like it, go after it, this girl is very good, well-behaved and generous, if I were you, maybe I would agree." Other girls chase you, you are too disappointed by the beauty. ”

Han Lun glanced at him and said, "She's not chasing you, where do I have any thoughts to give her now, I just treat her as a little sister." ”

Luo Xiaocheng sighed: "Young Master Han has this blessing, this kind of sitting back and not messing up, how can we be rough and reckless." If there was such a woman who loved me, maybe I would have drunk the wedding wine by this time. He burst out laughing.

Han Lun didn't want to say anything, he shook his head and walked back to continue watching the play. Luo Xiaocheng also shook his head and sighed: "I don't understand the thoughts of young people! ”

Watching Ah Qiao gradually walk away, Han Lun also returned to the crowd, he was still the young master who didn't know anything about the world, but at this time, he seemed to have suddenly grown a few years older, and he gradually thought about more things.

Han Lun looked at the Dong opera in front of him, but found that although this Dong opera was performed in a very cheerful form, which play was just laughter, what kind of emotion he must be telling. Emperors through the ages, treacherous ministers. There is an indescribable sadness in these stories. Just like Han Lun, behind the humor, there are many, many things that are not funny at all.

Drama is like life, life is like drama.

Halfway through this Dong opera, an old man gradually walked down from the stilted building and came to the dam. Everyone quickly helped him sit in the middle of the front row. Ran Tianluo saw that the person turned out to be the village chief.

Thinking that tomorrow will be the sacrifice of ghosts and gods, although when Shi Yunyang first told her, she agreed quite cheerfully, but until now, Ran Tianluo still has no idea about this competition. So she got up and walked over to the village chief.

Ran Tianluo gave a shallow salute and said, "The old man is polite." ”

The village chief smiled and said, "It's Miss Ran, sit down." ”

Ran Tianluo said: "Uncle, tomorrow is the sacrifice of ghosts and gods, what is the content of this sacrifice of ghosts and gods? ”

The village chief said: "The sacrifice of ghosts and gods is a major event in our Miao Jiang, and it is a grand event that all tribes and surnames will participate in. It's just that most of them are barbarians, and our white barbarians are gradually declining, and many young people are unwilling to intrigue in their hometowns, so they go to the Central Plains to make a living. This sacrifice of ghosts and gods is held at the Wuhong Altar, where there is a bottomless abyss, and every year there are sinkholes, sword and gun races, equestrian competitions, and so on. ”

Ran Tianluo said: "What are these differences?"

The village chief said: "Crossing the sinkhole is to build a log on top of the bottomless pit, if you have the courage to walk over the single-plank bridge, if you have the slightest timidity, you will fall into the abyss, and there is no place to bury." ”

Ran Tianluo said: "This does require guts, but it is not necessarily a big deal for me. ”

The village chief said: "Race knives and guns, that is, each chooses their own blades, and has a one-on-one game, if you lose a game, you can only quit, but if you win, you have to accept the next challenge, until someone beats you, he continues to defend the stage, until all the participants have participated in the game, and the last person left is the first." ”

Ran Tianluo said: "This is not a difficult matter. ”

The village chief said: "There is also a horse competition, both sides run a hundred miles each, and whoever arrives first wins." ”

Ran Tianluo said: "This doesn't seem to be too difficult. ”

The village chief said: "It's not difficult to hear, but when you really get to the field, it's a different story." The water there is very deep. ”

Ran Tianluo asked puzzledly, "What's going on and why?"

The village chief shook his head and sighed: "The rules are made by them, who knows how many killing opportunities are hidden in this competition." Our White Barbarian clan once had several warriors, and they were not inferior to the big and small ghost kings of the Barbarians. But half of our warriors were killed in that joust, and they were men who were using their weapons and putting poison needles in their saddles. Such a despicable and insidious act is really unguardable. ”

Ran Tianluo said: "So that's the case, don't worry, I will definitely hold on to the end for you." ”

The village chief smiled and said: "Several of them are extraordinary people, this time Miss Ran is out for us, and we don't know how to repay it." ”

Ran Tianluo said: "It's nothing, you are also people who believe in Nuwa, and Tianluo just wants to make the Nuwa Temple in southern Xinjiang no longer deserted." It is my duty as a Nuwa tribesman to let Nuwa Niangniang's incense be uninterrupted. ”

The village chief smiled, and suddenly everyone shouted hello, only to see that the actors on the stage began to perform somersaults, and there were more than 30 of them. Attracted the applause of the crowd.

Soon after the Dong opera ended, someone in the crowd shouted, "The torch is ready." Ran Tianluo looked at the clearing, and saw that a bonfire had been lit there. The blazing flame sprouts galloped and flickered, like a galloping horse. Burning ashes fluttered above the flames, turning into starlight and slowly melting into the night sky.

Everyone was about to run over happily, and a group of four people were also hugged. All the people gathered around the bonfire in two or three large circles, and people held hands and danced merrily. The circle is constantly spinning, and everyone's heart is rippling. Very happy, Shi Yunyang took Ran Tianluo by the hand, listening to her cheerful and happy laughter, and suddenly felt very satisfied in his heart.

The hands are connected, and the hearts are also closely connected, who can understand the taste of happiness better than Shi Yunyang and Ran Tianluo, and this bonfire is the best witness.

The bonfire dance in the open space was still going on merrily, but there was a person peeking in the gap in front of the wooden building, she did not dare to approach, now her heart was like a devil living in it. She looked at Han Lun dancing in the crowd of bonfires, and muttered in her heart: "Brother Han, I can't bear you, I'm sorry." ”

She clenched the small bottle in her hand and quietly walked into the kitchen.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.