"Come on, let's do this together!"
The fat guy was holding a small flag, wearing a dark yellow Taoist frock, commanding a group of young men and women in front of him who were also dressed in Taoist frocks.
"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"
"Wooo wooo wooo! Wooo wooo wooo!"
Some held wooden swords, some had gongs, some blew suona horns, some beat drums, and some jumped and read a spell,
Originally a disorderly rural funeral band, under the fat guy's guidance, appeared organized and orderly. Everyone was doing their own thing, following the rhythm, playing their roles, exuding a solemn and dignified aura as if they were a symphony orchestra!
The fat guy was jumping up and down, directing every detail,
He was very attentive, because this was his career, and also his life,
This team was his everything.
"Good, stop!"
The fat guy raised the flag in his hand horizontally, signaling everyone to stop.
"Dong dong dong dong dong!!!!"
