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Blood, bright red blood, bit by bit, intermittent and continuous, meandering through the frost-covered grass, and the dumb ground followed the blood trail with bated breath. At that time, the forest was not very clear, and the morning mist lingered dreamily among the broad-leaved trees. Di Ya's big feet, trembling with excitement, crushed the rotten leaves covering the ground, causing a burst of spring chill. His throat felt a little itchy but he didn't dare to cough. Di Ya didn't want to frighten the prey that was running for its life anymore. The bear trap was set yesterday evening, and the joy of anticipation when the trap was set lasted throughout the night. However, Di Yu never expected that his luck would be even more surprising than in his dreams: it was definitely not a hare that he caught. The bamboo stakes on which the clips are nailed are very deep, and the hare does not have the strength to pull them out. Only small animals like dogs and badgers have the physical strength to drag away the traps, not to mention after being severely bitten.

Probably in 1983, a gong and drum troupe emerged in Hukou County. The gong and drum troupe does nothing else but play and beat to see off the coffin. There are eight people in the gong and drum troupe, four of whom are on the pair of gongs and cymbals, plus small gongs, horse gongs, a drum player and a drum pusher, which is exactly the same as the Eight Immortals table. There are not many people in the team, but the momentum is the greatest. It is the only ringer team in the funeral procession. Going to mourning is also called mourning tour. The streets in Hukou County are three miles long from the west gate to the east gate, and mourners must walk through the streets. After the firecrackers went off and the coffin was raised, the gongs and drums began slowly. The drum beats were neither fast nor slow. The gongs and cymbals were in time and rhythmic, steady and low, all in step with the walking rhythm of the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin. The footsteps of all the mourners were a little heavy and stagnant, and the sad atmosphere of the entire funeral event was suddenly captured.

For more than 200,000 people in Linjiang City, the scorching heat that makes them rush to tell each other and get excited comes from the center of the turquoise water of Dongcheng Lake, the lake in the city: the "Water Lily Brand Costume Special Performance Week" is being held in the "Lanyue Tower" at the lake's attic. As early as three months ago, the news and public opinion had hyped up this performance. The city's second largest newspaper, "Linjiang Information News", even used a "100-day countdown" column to remind citizens of the performance week every day, including "insiders" and "secrets" "Highlights" and the like were frequently reported in the promotional media; a month before the event started, there was a wave of ticket speculation. By the time the performance week officially opened, the price of black market tickets had increased from 30 yuan to 300 yuan each, and there was still "nowhere to go".