Luo nine needles

Chapter 130

The old lady Bai is a lively person, and she doesn't follow so many rules. The stage is set up in the outer courtyard for everyone to watch.

Every day the stage is packed with people.

In addition to Mrs. Bai and the relatives of Mrs. Bai's family, the townspeople, street vendors, and even some people who seem to be handymen helping the kitchen, such as a man with a big spoon in his hand, are also standing in the crowd watching Gotta laugh.

People are still coming.

The newcomers stood on tiptoe and looked up to the stage. The gongs and drums were beating, and there was a person standing on the stage at his desk, splashing ink.

Hey?
"What kind of show is this?" The newcomer asked puzzled, "Why don't you do somersaults?"

"This is to write a birthday speech for the old lady." The person next to him explained.

The newcomer stared: "What's so interesting about this, we are illiterate."

"Just look at it." The person next to him comforted, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Having said that, the people on the stage finished writing and showed the paper on the table.

"Jiangling Yanhua's birthday speech for Mrs. Bai." He announced his name aloud and read the content out.

Although I didn't understand, but the cadence was changing, the gongs and drums on the stage were replaced by flute, flute and pipa, and the newcomer couldn't help laughing.

"Although it's not as lively as somersaults, it's not worse than singing opera lyrics, and it sounds good." He commented.

For people who can't read and read, good listening is the highest evaluation, while people who can read and write should give more detailed evaluations, giving comments from words, content to rhythm.

"Good, good, good." Mrs. Bai also praised without hesitation.

The person sitting next to her stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Grandmother, don't just talk to someone you meet." Gao Xiaoliu said, "You haven't read mine yet."

Old Madam Bai laughed: "Okay, okay, look at our Xiaoliu."

Gao Xiaoliu got up and jumped directly from the stage to the high stage.

"Come here, get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone." He shouted loudly.

A-mei pulled Qixing and squeezed over, and saw pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the stage, and two pieces of paper hanging on the shelf.

"Oh, it's a coincidence, it's not a somersault." A-mei said with regret, but looked at the people on the stage and whispered to Qixing, "However, this person is more beautiful than a somersault, Axiu, don't you?"

Qixing looked at Gao Xiaoliu on the high platform in the distance, with his golden sleeves rolled up, and Gao Xiaoliu walking around like a flower peacock holding a pen in each of his left and right hands.

"Grandma, let me show you what is really good." He also shouted loudly.

It sounded like he was talking to his grandmother, but everyone in front of the stage could hear him.

Qixing smiled slightly, and whispered to Amei, "It's very beautiful."

The good-looking people on the stage started to write with a pen, waiting to see what the uninterested adults and children who turned somersaults found, and exclaimed, "Look, he can write with both hands!"

It is not uncommon for someone to be able to write with their left hand, but it is uncommon to write with both hands.

"His left and right handwriting are different—"

That's even more amazing!
The children began to squeeze forward, and the people standing behind were embarrassed to squeeze, so they all looked for anything that could tiptoe.

Amei also stretched out her hands to gesture.

"I can't do it." She said, "I can't draw squares with one hand and circles with the other. Axiu, what about you?"

Qixing stretched out his hands and made gestures with each other.

A-mei widened her eyes and let out a wow: "You are so amazing, you can draw like this."

Qixing smiled: "My hands are relatively dexterous."

A-mei also smiled: "But I just don't know how to fish."

Qixing also smiled: "I will learn it as soon as possible when I get home, and when the time comes, I will catch a lot of fish for you."

Amidst the applause, Gao Xiaoliu finished the last stroke with both hands.

He threw the pen away and pointed to a few musicians beside him.

The musicians immediately shook their heads and began to play.

Accompanied by the music, Gao Xiaoliu recited the two words he had written aloud.

Illiterate people still can't understand, but they laugh more happily.

"It's even better than the one just now!" He applauded and praised.

The applause all over the yard proved that he was not the only one who thought this way, and the old lady Bai sitting in the front row was even more grinning from ear to ear.

"My precious grandson is really amazing." She said repeatedly.

Gao Xiaoliu was triumphant, raised his eyebrows and smiled at the previous scholar: "Who is more powerful, you don't need others to tell, you know it yourself, right?"

The previous scholar's face was slightly stiff, and he raised his hand in a salute: "Young Master Gao is even better."

Gao Xiaoliu didn't give up, and said with a smile: "Then you can see clearly, it's because I'm good, not because my grandmother dotes on me, don't be unconvinced, slander me in your heart and bully others because of my status."

Although what he said seems to be talking about Mrs. Bai, the scholar and many people who know the inside story are very clear about what Gao Xiaoliu really means, that he is better than others, not because of Elder Gao's son identity of.

It was almost done, chattering endlessly, the scholar raised his hand and shook it down vigorously.

"Don't worry, Mr. Gao." He said coldly, "I'm not that mean."

After that, he turned and walked away.

Gao Xiaoliu followed behind with a laugh: "That's good, the gentleman is open-minded, and we don't want to be heartless villains."

This kid's mouth is really broken. If he becomes the head of the sect in the future, he will also be an unpopular head. Master Bai couldn't stand listening to it anymore, so he scolded in a low voice, "Come down quickly."

Gao Xiaoliu waved his hands again to the surroundings, eliciting applause, and then jumped off the stage with a thud.

"Your father can't teach you to take care of you, so he sent you here earlier." Elder Bai scolded in a low voice.

Gao Xiaoliu smiled at him: "Uncle, people are born to be great, it doesn't matter who taught them, otherwise why do you think they are so ordinary?"

Master Bai's face flushed red with anger, Gao Xiaoliu had already rushed towards Mrs. Bai when he wanted to say something.

"Grandmother—uncle scolded me again," he said.

Elder Bai said angrily, "How could I!"

Old Madam Bai didn't care, she gave Old Master Bai a look and said, "Go and get busy with your business, the child will be brought up without you taking care of it."

Master Bai had no choice but to say no more, while Gao Xiaoliu was triumphant.

After he stepped down from the stage, several actors began to somersault accompanied by gongs and drums, and the stage set off a new excitement. The competition of writing and writing just now seemed to be just an intermission.

The old lady Bai was still sitting in the front row, watching happily.

Gao Xiaoliu leaned against her and asked again: "Grandma, am I good?"

Old Madam Bai nodded: "It's amazing, our Xiao Liu is really amazing."

Gao Xiaoliu sighed lightly, raised his head and looked around, full of regret: "It's a pity."

"What's the pity?" Mrs. Bai asked while stroking his shoulder.

"It's a pity that a friend hasn't come yet, so he couldn't see my amazing scene." Gao Xiaoliu said.

As he spoke, he looked around again, frowning slightly.

Why is she still not here?

Didn't the old man in the west hall say that she will definitely come?

The sound of gongs and drums, and the loud applause after another made people feel uneasy. Wei Dong's family sat indoors, holding the carving knife firmly in his hand.

The lanterns on the table table gradually become crystal clear under the carving of a carving knife.

"I haven't seen your craftsmanship for many years." Shopkeeper Lu looked at it and sighed.

Wei Dongjia snorted: "It's all old Duan's trick to torment us."

After saying this, his voice dropped again, the former teacher was gone, and now he has recovered with great difficulty, but the hot-blooded young junior was suddenly besieged and killed without knowing his life.

Wei Dongjia stood up abruptly.

Shopkeeper Lu was taken aback: "What are you doing?" He hurriedly persuaded, "Don't be impulsive."

A commotion at this moment will not only disturb the minds of everyone in Momen, but also bring danger to everyone.

Wei Dongjia glared at him: "Go present a birthday gift to Mrs. Bai." After saying that, he picked up the lantern on the table and walked out, shaking the wheeled cart.

There are many people on the stage side, and there are also many people on the running water seat side.

Amei took Qixing to take advantage of the rest of the stage and ran to eat the flowing water banquet.

The two had a lively meal, and heard the gongs and drums beating on the other side of the stage.

"I don't know what's next." A-Mei said, stuffing a few dim sums into her mouth hastily, "A-Xiu, let's go and get a seat."

Qixing said beside him, "I won't go."

A-mei was stunned for a moment: "Why? These stages are so beautiful, there are so many interesting things besides somersaults."

Qi Xing laughed and said, "It's really pretty, but I should go home."

Amei held her hand very reluctantly: "Come and play with me when you are free."

Qixing nodded, and gently stroked the girl's temples: "Don't be playful, go back early, so that your family won't worry about it."

A-mei nodded, Qixing smiled at her, turned and walked away.

(End of this chapter)