Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Chapter 127 The New Lion King

The applause was led by Chen Zihao, the vice president of the Dragon and Lion Association and the head of Yishitang.The sound went from scattered to concentrated, and finally gathered into a wall of sound in all directions, hitting Fucheng's eardrums and squeezing his heart.

People stood up one by one, counterclockwise from the viewing area in the east to the south. There were men, women, elderly people, and children. Their expressions ranged from shock to sobriety.At first, the applause was very slow, and Chen Zihao seemed to just wake up, clapping every second.

Crack, crack, crack.Crack, crack, crack.

Gradually speeding up, from lightly clasping the hands to quickly clapping, it seems to have witnessed a unparalleled fight, witnessed Zhang Fei's fury and blood in the corners of his eyes, witnessed the Southern Lion being forgotten by the silent time, and once again covered with its former glory.

Fu Cheng took off the lion's head, he didn't dare to move his face, he only dared to move his eyes, looking for applause within the visible range.He forgot to breathe, and was afraid that the applause would stop as soon as he moved, and his legs kept shaking. He was a boy who is afraid of heights and experienced the fear of a height of nearly 5 meters.

The class flags of each family are in front of them, and the class flags of the Fu family class stand upright.Fu Cheng started to turn his body around, foolishly holding his martial lion, and took a quick look around, with a look of panic and disbelief.He turned quickly, turning in place, looking over and over at these people.

Then he smiled, not a big laugh of relief, but a cautious, surviving smile.Beneath the black lion with its teeth and claws open, there was such a shy young lion dancer.

Jiang Bai picked up his shoulder and rubbed it on Xiaoyuancun.

Fu Cheng looked around again, his smile widened, and the corners of his mouth curled up under the influence of applause.He won, he won himself, not only in the lion's suit, but also in the struggle of four generations of Fujiaban.He is only 4 years old, but he already understands what struggle is, and he still refuses to let go even though he is drowning in the new wave.The lion his father left him is his armor against the cold, making him bloody.

"Brother." Fucheng asked like a small animal, "Did we... win?"

Jiang Bai's right shoulder hurt so hot that he smiled and wanted to kiss him here. "Won."

The score hasn't come out yet, Fucheng knows it's useless to ask. "Really, did you win?"

Jiang Bai put on the small golden Buddha for him. Sure enough, the Buddha blessed the gods with spirits and protected the safety of the junior and senior disciples. "Really, I won, Fujiaban won."

Zhang Yiliu also stood up, but he didn't applaud. He was listening, listening intently, listening to the people around him praise the mighty lions, and hearing them say that Zhang Feishi is majestic.Unexpectedly, he, Lion Zhang, who has been a Southern Lion for 47 years, can also see this day.See your own lion head with your own eyes, and compete with the top lion team in the South.

That year, all the drenched lions in the yard rotted in his heart, gouging out a large piece of his heart. On this day, his lion woke up.

"Uncle, Uncle!" Qiu Li ran down from the auditorium and gently supported Liao Chengming, "Uncle, please sit down, don't get too excited, too excited will be bad for your health. Your hands are broken."

Qing Rang stood by the side with the medicine bag in his hand.Inside are the antihypertensive medicine that my uncle has been taking over the years, as well as the bruise and pain relief oil that Fucheng and Jiang Bai want to use.Liao Chengming still refused to sit down. He stood, touched the lion drum of Fujiaban from dumb to smooth with one hand, and pointed at the stage and Fucheng with the other, his fingertips trembling.

"He, he." He pointed to Fucheng, looked at Qiu Li and Qing Rang from left to right, and couldn't utter a single word.But Qiu Li and Qing Rang knew what the uncle was going to say, and understood the tears of the uncle.

The last time I saw my uncle shed tears was when my master was attending a funeral.As soon as the filial lion came out, the lion dancers of the previous generation cried and regretted it.The uncle was referring to Fucheng, but what he saw was their master, Fu Hong.From this generation of lion dancers, we can see the inheritance of blood.

Liao Chengming's tears moistened the old wrinkles, and the words he wanted to say froze on the tip of his tongue.This child, this child's skill in jumping piles, his fear of heights and the courage of losing, are exactly like that person.

Like his father, as if the person who jumped the pile just now was Fu Hong.Liao Chengming swallowed his saliva, only he knew that Fu Hong was also afraid of heights.

He saw it all, and Liao Chengming raised his eyes, Fu Hong must have seen it all, or attached his soul that was reluctant to leave to his son.Look, the banner of the Fujia class has been brought back, and the number of people in the team is enough. Your son, Fucheng, has come to your hometown of the Fujia class. This is Foshan, it is Foshan, and the lion dance culture birthplace.

Liao Chengming really didn't want to sit down, he had to stand and watch, to watch these children inherit the cultural tradition and win.

Fucheng was very tired, and his physical fatigue was all supported by his excited spirit.Jiang Bai leaned on his junior brother's shoulder, the pain was so bad that he couldn't feel anything in his shoulder.At this time, the competition party notified the 4 lion teams to gather on the field, and all the 4 southern lions stood up together for a while, and it was indeed the tallest in Fucheng.

But Gao Da is not a good thing in the lion dance industry. He looks mighty and majestic, but his back is full of scars.Jiang Bai wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly laughed. The first lion competition between him and his junior was so thrilling.

"Now we announce that all the self-selected high-stake events in this year's Lion Armor Competition have been performed. Thank you to the Lions for bringing us a wonderful pile-up competition. Next, please take a break and let the referees score and discuss."

Only then did the applause subside, and everyone focused their attention on the four lions.In their view, the four are top-notch, all of them are good, there are no obvious mistakes, the routine is almost acrobatic, and each southern lion has a unique style.But back to reality, a game is a game, you have to score, and you have to use the points to choose this year's Lion King.

These few minutes of waiting are anxious, and no one is relaxed.Fucheng is also nervous, he has ambitions, from the beginning of stealing his uncle's ID card to sign up for the competition, to finding all the people, to just wanting to come to Foshan for a visit, until this moment, his ambition has swelled to the maximum.

He wanted to win, and he hadn't tasted winning for too many years.We must prove that our protection over the years is worthwhile by winning.

"Don't be nervous." Jiang Bai felt his younger brother's pulse was fast again, "Do your best and obey the destiny."

"Well, I'm fine, I'll take a breather." Fu Cheng pretended to be relaxed.

After another few minutes of torment, just as the sweat of Fu Cheng and Jiang Bai started to dry, the chief referee stood up.

"I declare."

The arena was silent again.

"This year's Lion Fighting Armor Lion Dance Cultural Competition."

Liao Chengming just sat down and stood up.

"The winning team of the self-selected high pile group is..."

Zhang Yiliu held his breath.

Fu Cheng firmly grasped his senior brother's hand.

"Beijing……"

Those members of the Lion Drum Team huddled together.

"Fujia Wuguan Lions Team, Fujiaban, Jiang Bai, Fucheng! Thank you everyone!"

The arena boiled again, and countless golden glitters burst down like a rain of gold.Before Fucheng could react, someone came up to hug him. He thought it was his senior brother, but it turned out not to be, it was members of the other three Lions teams.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Beibeizi is brave enough, come again next year!"

Jiang Bai couldn't hear what others said at all, the cheers mixed with the applause were too enthusiastic, and he could only hear wailing.Just as he was about to turn around and hug his junior brother, Fucheng was already surrounded by several men, and Fucheng was so surrounded that his eyes were dazed.They even wanted to lift up the younger brother.

At that scene, it was as if experts from various factions had been searching hard for an heir, and suddenly found a little-known talented one.

It wasn't until he was lifted that Fucheng realized that he had won.Damn chicken, I won. This is not just talking, it is not a small competition. Although it is organized by non-governmental organizations, it is the largest Southern Lions competition in the country.

"Brother!" He called out to Jiang Bai, then looked back, "Uncle!"

Liao Chengming was applauding. On the left was Qiu Li urging him to sit down quickly, and on the right was Qing Rang urging him to drink water and take medicine.Zhang Yiliu walked down with a proud face, talking to the people next to him from time to time, saying that he made the end of the Lion King himself.

The lion dancers were like a group of lions, holding up the fledgling lion cub, throwing it up, and catching it again. Fucheng seemed to be on a trampoline, exhaled, and fell down again, with a silly smile.

"Next, the old and new lion kings are invited to go up to the tower, and the handover ceremony begins!"

Jiang Bai was taken aback for a moment, everyone was so happy that they almost forgot about this link.Fucheng was released. At this time, not to mention climbing the tower, you can climb the Eiffel Tower.

The people in the field consciously stepped aside, and the staff of the competition team began to spread the red carpet from the competition field all the way to the foot of the tower.Fu Cheng and Jiang Bai were invited over and looked up. The previous Lion King, Hong Kong Carrot Mao Lion, was already waiting for them.

"Athletes please fasten the safety rope."

Jiang Bai saw the rope, there must be protective facilities at a height of 9 meters, if not, he would definitely not let Fucheng go up.A safety line is a rope that comes down from the top and is attached to a belt with a buckle.Jiang Bai tugged cautiously, it was very firm, he pulled Fu Cheng over, and tied it up for him himself.

Fucheng is still passionate. "No need to fasten, I want to climb up quickly now."

"No." Jiang Bai tested the safety buckle 3 times in a row.Tie up your share again, put on the lion plait with Fucheng again, and carry the lion's head.

Fucheng was above him, grasping the crossbar with both hands, with the lion's head completely on his head, carrying it on his shoulders.He happened to see Fu Cheng's butt, which was thinner and no flesh.

"Brother, let's rush up!" Fu Cheng suddenly turned around and smiled.

Jiang Bai nodded. "You just need to go up, senior brother is behind, you don't need to turn back."

The method of climbing the tower probably came from Huang Feihong's lion dance movie. The final test is the climbing ability of the lion head and tail.There is no one who does not learn lion dance without climbing. Tower climbing is a traditional skill.Fucheng went up first, Jiang Bai followed. The second they left the ground, a familiar piece of music sounded, shaking everyone's heart.

The prelude of the lion drum pulls back decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years.

"Laughing with arrogance and arrogance, the blood is hotter than the red sun. Bravery is like iron and bones are like steel, with a broad mind and a long-term vision. I vow to strive for self-improvement and be a good man."

The black Zhang Feishi crawls upwards, not afraid of heights, nor of the battlefield.The two teenagers, using both hands and feet, only looked up.

"To be a good man, you have to improve yourself every day. A man with blood is hotter than a red sun."

This song is probably sung by lion dancers. It only took a few seconds to sing it from the public to the whole audience.The empty stadium reverberated, each sound echoing for several seconds.It seems that there are thousands of people here, a collection of generations of lion dancers, using faith as a contract, and agreeing not to leave.

Fucheng climbed up without turning back.

By the time he climbed to the top, last year's Lion King was already waiting for him.He and his brother performed a lion meeting ceremony, and the lion's head was handed over. He watched a girl's hand stretched out from the lion's mouth, and handed him the red scroll.Fucheng took it over, bowed again, put the scroll in his mouth and bit it, and his upper leg was lifted high by the elder brother, stepping on the elder brother's thigh.

The scroll was opened, and he couldn't see any words on the scroll.

But what he saw was that dozens of southern lions in the audience all lowered their bodies below, and the lions' eyes were closed no matter how fierce they were. It was a salute to the new lion king and admiration for the lion dance culture.All the lions from all corners of the country, Qi Huanghuang, knelt down, including Yishitang's Hong Kong carrot hair, closing their eyes and shaking their tails to welcome this year's Lion King.

The king of all beasts, the lion king of Fujiaban raised up, and the lions lowered down to worship willingly.