18 Bonfire Party (1/2)
That night, the bonfire party, as promised by Cui Yingyu, was very lively. Everyone gathered in the public square in front of the Lord’s Manor, and built large fires with firewood. Groups of people gathered around them, singing and dancing.
Yingyu’s Lingbo Dance wowed the whole town. It was a soft dance, with a light step, like clouds floating in the air, and also like sunlight dancing on the wate. It made her look like a fairly in the waves floating along via the dance. It could be described as the shorts steps of lingbo captivated anyone who saw it.
General Shi’s sword dance was also wonderful. His sword was like a white snake, hissing in the winds. It moved like a dragon, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, hitting like thunder and moving like lightning. It was a case of a silver light from the square could pierce a chest of someone from miles away.
Not to be outdone, Elder Dexian, together with the original villagers from Zhao village, arranged a pole dance. The percussion instruments had a strong rhythm, with crisp, high-pitched sounds, and were very lively. Bursts of laughter mixing together with the light and sound of bamboo flutes conveyed the mood of the people. The celebratory music showed their happiness, stirring up the whole of Shanhai Village with the joy and happiness of the dance.
At the climax of the evening, Ouyang Shuo sang a modern version of ‘Luo Shen Fu1’:
_Luoshui River in the east, legends spread through ages, a paradise in human world._
_In the dreams I see, a woman of heaven, tripping lightly like a startled swan._
_Six dragons, carriage of clouds, carried her back to the high heavens, leavings tales behind._
_When the tales were told, people would say, it was a dream of Xiang King 2. _
_The dream ended, tears soaked towels, flowed down my cheeks._
_Her youth untouched by time, yet human and God have different path, only earrings stayed as souvenir._
_Wind blew and time flies, historians records and wondered the anonymous._
_When they ask today, what is this memorial temple, built in riverside?_
_An art of Goddess Luo, to ease and comfort my heart._
_The scent she left behind, her image in my mind._
_Wind blew and time flies, the universe turned from nothing into everything._
_What is love, only to drive human insane, and succumb goddess._
_An art of Goddess Luo, who still sings the poetry lines?_
_The river flows regardlessly._
The people of Shanhai Village, including Ouyang Shuo and General Shi, were all displaced people and destined to meet together. A simple bonfire party that reduced the pain of everyone’s displacement helped pull them together. The celebration helped cement the feeling that Shanhai Village was really their home now.
“System Notification: Congratulations to player Qiyue Wuyi for the success of the bonfire party! The villagers appreciate the hospitality of their Lord! Morale of your people has increased by 5 points!”
Ouyang Shuo really didn’t need to see the damn prompt from the system. He was immersed in the lively atmosphere of the party, and now it had reminded him that it was all only a game.
Unfortunately, it was now late into the night, so he returned back to his room, and logged off.
When he came out, it was already 9 AM. This time Bing’er had already gone to school on her own, and Sun Xiaoyue was naturally also long gone for class. He was too lazy to go downstairs to get breakfast, so he fried up two eggs and drank a glass of milk for a simple breakfast.
Opening his handbrain, he found that he had new email. Opening it up, he found that it was an invitation letter from his original junior high school. The letter had been sent by his class president Yuan Ping, who had invited him to a reunion party.
The gist of the letter was that since graduating from junior high, the class had not gotten together for a long time. During the Spring Festival this year, a class party was going to be held in Guifang Park. He was hoping that everyone arranged their own trip ahead of time, we must attend, etc. and so forth.
Thinking about it, it really had been seven or eight years since he had seen the rest of his class from junior high. Ouyang Shuo couldn’t even recall the names of many of them, the memories were already fuzzy.
At the time, if there was nothing particularly important going on, Ouyang Shuo decided that he would go and participate. After all, this was probably the only reunion they would have. A year later, they would be boarding a starship, and if they were going to ever meet again, it would be after many, many years.
Anyways, there was still some time until the Spring Festival, so it wasn’t worth worrying about. Opening up the game forums, Ouyang Shuo took a look at the trending posts of the other players.
At the top of the discussion posts, ‘Shanhai Village has broken the monopoly of the Six Tyrants of Handan, claiming the sixth promotion to Second grade Village in China!’
Ouyang Shuo browsed through the comments, dumbfounded at the mess, not knowing what to say.
1st poster: ‘I bet Qiyue Wiuyi is a secretive great family’s descendent!’
2nd poster: ‘Bet+1, bottom floor keep at it!’
3rd poster: ‘Invisible ass, the two above have seen too many novels!”
4th poster: ‘Top floor, Ithink he's just lucky!’
5th poster: ‘Qiyue Wuyi, people want to give birth to a kid for you!’
6th poster: ‘Upstairs is a dinosaur, identification finished!’