Douluo's Mistake

"It seems that Mr. Fu really likes to listen to operas." Lin Mo Nian looked at Fu Xin, resting his elbow on the edge of the table and supporting his chin, but his voice was a little unclear when he spoke.

Fu Xin smiled and drank the last thin layer of wine in the cup: "That's natural."

Lin Mo Nian's groggy consciousness was not enough to support Lin Mo Nian to continue the conversation. He finally stood up holding on to the corner of the table and took the lead in saying goodbye. However, due to his involuntary weakness in his hands and feet, he could not stand still and went straight to He fell to the side of the table, but was caught firmly by Fu Xin who stood up after him.

Smelling the aroma of grass and trees mixed with the faint aroma of wine, Lin Mo Nian rarely felt a sense of peace of mind. The cold coat made him couldn't help but bury his body deeper, just to absorb the slightest bit of coolness.

Seeing people like this, Fu Xin was startled for a moment, and then subconsciously touched Lin Mo Nian's forehead. When it touched the somewhat hot temperature, he suddenly realized and smiled helplessly. The next moment, he directly picked up Lin Mo Nian and controlled him. He kicked open the compartment door vigorously and walked downstairs.Sun Wei, who was guarding outside the door, only flashed his eyes slightly when he saw this, and immediately followed him.

The confused Lin Mo Nian didn't know how much trouble Fu Xin had caused him in order to take him to the doctor in time. By the time he woke up, it was almost noon the next day.

Looking at the brand new clothes on his body and the unfamiliar layout in the room, a figure flashed in Lin Mo Nian's mind involuntarily. He sat up on the bed board, looked at the extra pinprick on his hand, and pursed his lips in silence.

Before Lin Mo Nian had been in a daze for long, the door was pushed open. The approaching footsteps made him secretly say when he saw Fu Xin's face. Sure enough, Lin Mo Nian didn't know what to say. In the end I could only say thank you.

He clenched his fist against his lips and coughed. Fu Xin glanced at Lin Mo Nian without leaving any trace. Knowing that this person didn't know what people were talking about outside, he felt slightly relieved. He put the hand in his hand White porridge was placed on the table in the room: "Nothing, just get up and drink some porridge to fill your stomach."

Lin Mo Nian glanced at Fu Xin, who was a little strange, and sat down at the table. The white porridge was still steaming a little, but it was not hot. It also had a slight sweetness, probably because some sugar had been added.

Putting down the empty bowl, Lin Mo Nian took the handkerchief handed over by Fu Xin and wiped the corners of his mouth. When he handed the handkerchief back, he suddenly realized that his action was too natural, and before he could take back his hand, in his hand The handkerchief was naturally taken and placed on the table. Lin Mo Nian also realized that this person was just standing next to him for a while, his eyes always on him.

It seemed that the surprise in Lin Mo Nian's eyes was so obvious that Fu Xin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He looked away slightly: "Are you going back?"

"Yeah." Lin Mo Nian didn't mean to ask for a reason, but he didn't look away, "What?"

"Can I...can I tie your hair?"

After taking away all those headdresses, Lin Mo Nian's black hair naturally fell on the back of his head. He didn't have time to take care of it all day and night. He turned his head and looked at it, as if he suddenly remembered it, and suddenly looked a little uneasy. Fu Xin was waiting for a reply: "Did you change my clothes? You didn't do anything extra, right?"

Fu Xin choked suddenly. He didn't expect that he would be waiting for such two questions. He was half helpless and half annoyed; "Am I that kind of person?!"

"It's hard to say. After all, Master Fu, we haven't known each other for long."

Fu Xin: "..."

In fact, Lin Mo Nian already knew the answer after asking. He just thought it was particularly interesting to tease the person in front of him. He laughed softly: "I agree."

"...What?" Fu Xin couldn't believe it.

"Aren't you going to tie my hair?" Lin Mo Nian stood up and walked to the dressing table to sit down. "Are you regretting it?"

Walking over quickly, Fu Xin quickly denied: "How could it be?" He took a deep breath, held up the waist-length black hair with one hand, and picked up the wooden comb on the dressing table with the other hand, and moved carefully.

As soon as he got closer, Lin Mo Nian could smell the slight fragrance of grass and trees again, but it was less of the smell of yesterday's wine and more elegant, which made him relax involuntarily and his nerves were not so tense.It's just that Lin Mo Nian originally thought that Fu Xin was just trying to play, but he didn't expect that this man's skill was the result of countless times. Somehow, he felt vaguely unhappy.

Perhaps because he had been looking at the person in the mirror, Fu Xin immediately caught the person's abnormal mood: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"How could it be possible? Master Fu's skills are so proficient, they are much better than those half-baked ones in Tingge." Lin Mo Nian snorted.

Hearing this, Fu Xin not only didn't get angry, but instead sneered, took out a hairpin from the wooden box on the side, and fixed Lin Mo Nian's black hair: "Are you... jealous?"

As if his mind had been pierced, Lin Mo Nian couldn't help but glanced at Fu Xin with some annoyance.

Holding back his smile, Fu Xin gently coaxed, "Don't be angry. Don't be angry. Take a look. How does this hairpin look like?"

This hairpin is made of a special material. It looks like bamboo but not bamboo, like jade but not jade. The head of the hairpin is hollowed out. The whole hairpin is plain yet elegant. Of course Lin Mo Nian likes it. He glanced at the mirror and pursed his lips: "Master Fu The things you want to give away are naturally excellent."

"Then accept it." Fu Xin originally bought this hairpin as a gift to Lin Mo Nian, and it was only at this time that he began to explain the previous misunderstanding, "I started learning how to tie my hair from the first time I met you. They are all practicing with wigs, there is no one else, so Nian Nian, don’t be angry.”

"Who asked you to..." Call me Nian Nian?

Hearing this disgusting name, Lin Mo Nian couldn't help but turned around and planned to question, but when his eyes hit Fu Xin's eyes looking at him, he suddenly couldn't speak any more. At this time, Lin Mo Nian was thinking in a daze - The two seemed to be too close.

Holding back his rapidly beating heart, Lin Mo Nian turned his face sideways, acquiescing to Fu Xin's excessive title.

Fu Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and asked gently in Lin Mo Nian's ear: "Nian Nian, I'll take you back to Yiting Pavilion, okay?"

"……Um."

*

"Mo Nian, you're finally back!" Chen Xi ignored the comments from others and hurriedly welcomed the person in, "Are you okay?"

Lin Mo Nian was still a little distracted. His mind stopped at Fu Xin's gentle words telling him to be careful about his body. He shook his head slowly and said, "What can happen to me?" He looked around and frowned, "What happened?"

"You, don't you know?" Chen Xi was stunned. Seeing Lin Mo Nian's confused look, he told everything Fu Xin did yesterday.

No wonder other people looked at him so weirdly when he came back today. Lin Mo Nian gritted his teeth, feeling like a fool who just lost his mind because of Fu Xin. Is this kind of thing likely to be spread throughout Wucheng?

"Chen Xi, if that bastard comes to see me in the future, don't let him in!"

Seeing the person in front of him suppressing his anger, Chen Xi nodded helplessly: "Let's meet the class leader earlier, he just mentioned you to me."

Looking at the various looks from the people around him, Lin Mo Nian lowered his eyes secretly, put away all the negative emotions, and walked to the deepest room on the second floor. He knocked lightly on the door, and then opened the door directly. And enter.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

"Mo Nian, I heard that the guy from Kyoto is treating you..." The class leader was kind-hearted and had white hair. He was sitting behind a round table in the room, holding a thin book-like book in his hand and flipping through it. It was yellowish and seemed to be old. When he heard the movement, he slowly raised his head to look at the person.

"Master, there's nothing wrong with us." Lin Mo Nian quickly denied it, as if he was trying to hide something. His eyes were a little dodgey, "Why... why did you think of asking this?"

The class leader's eyes were still shining. He took another look at Lin Mo Nian, who looked slightly different from usual, and said nothing: "Come, Mo Nian, look at this playbook with me."

With a slight sigh of relief, Lin Mo Nian responded, sat down next to the class leader, and took the script.

The troupe leader's surname is Lin and his given name is Wenqing. He is a scholar, but he loves opera. In the end, he gave up the opportunity to go further and the idea of ​​marrying a wife and having children and starting a family. He established the Yitinge opera troupe and gradually transformed the famous opera troupe 60 years ago. The little theater troupe that was unknown and ignored has become what it is now, with a strong team.Lin Mo Nian was brought back to the theater troupe by Lin Wenqing 19 years ago. Lin Wenqing discovered his talent in opera and started to train Lin Mo Nian. However, Lin Mo Nian was willing to endure hardships and God was willing to reward him. After eating, Lin Mo Nian became a famous actor in Tingge, and his fame spread far and wide across the capital.

Lin Mo Nian was very grateful to Lin Wenqing. The two had a deep relationship, not as a grandson but as a grandson.

His eyes fell on the playbook in his hand, and Lin Mo Nian became more and more frightened. He didn't know whether this was just a coincidence, or whether Lin Wenqing had deliberately turned it out for him to read, because this play was about a man falling in love. It was a tragedy that one person couldn't stand the pressure brought by the world and jumped into a river in a daze. The other person was extremely sad and depressed for many days, and soon committed suicide next to his lover's grave.

Logically speaking, no one would be willing to write a story about such a niche story, but this book is quite well written. Lin Mo Nian has read a lot of scripts over the years, and he dares to say that he The book in his hand is considered well-written, but Lin Mo Nian doesn't quite understand the author's thoughts. Even if such a story is really written, no theater troupe will be willing to star in it. To the world, this It's something that goes against the norm.

It's just that Lin Wenqing often discusses these niche playbooks with Lin Mo Nian, so that he is not sure of Lin Wenqing's exact thoughts.

"Mo Nian, do you have any ideas?"

"...Master, in my opinion, the ending of this play is both tragedy and reunion." Lin Mo Nian hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his true thoughts. He did not think falling in love with a man was an ugly thing. , even if it is not tolerated by the world.

Lin Wenqing was obviously very interested in Lin Mo Nian's answer: "Why do you say that?"

Startled for a moment, Lin Mo Nian remained silent.

Lin Wenqing looked at Lin Mo Nian with something in his eyes. He sighed slowly and leisurely, almost sighing to the bottom of the heart of the person in front of him before he could stop himself. He immediately waved his hand to signal Lin Mo Nian to go out.

Clenching his fists, Lin Mo Nian seemed to want to say something, but when he saw Lin Wenqing's eyes that seemed to see through everything, he finally closed his mouth, walked out quietly, and closed the door for others.

When the footsteps outside the door gradually disappeared, Lin Wenqing stood up shakily while holding on to the table, took the playbook and walked to the closet, opened the door, and pulled out a book from under a pile of neatly folded clothes. It was not a small wooden box. I put it in, with a little caution in my movements, and murmured something.

"What you say is nothing, but your eyes are filled with love. What you say is not what you mean."

After opening the box, it was discovered that there were two stacks of playbooks with the same paper and similar appearance. Lin Wenqing rubbed the somewhat worn pages with his right hand, and there was some tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes: "...just like you."

*

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fu?" Lin Mo Nian was sitting at the desk, holding a thick book in his hand. He heard the sound of pushing the door but didn't even raise his head, "What a great guest you are."

Seeing the actions of the man in front of him that were completely contrary to his words, Fu Xin felt a little helpless, then closed the door with his backhand and took two steps into the house: "Nian Nian...why are you avoiding me these days?"

"Did I hide from you?" Lin Monian raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at Fu Xin.

"I'm not hiding, I've always wanted to see Nian Nian, but I wasn't sincere enough, so my wish came true today." Fu Xin followed the good advice.

After a moment of silence, Lin Mo Nian suddenly put the book down on the desk and tilted his head awkwardly: "Who told you to call me Nian Nian?"

Why has the salary declined after not seeing each other for more than ten days?

Fu Xinwei sighed invisibly. On that day, he personally sent Lin Mo Nian back to the backstage to listen to the audience. On the third day, he came to the show to praise people. When he went backstage to look for someone, he was stopped outside the door and even Lin Mo Nian was nowhere to be seen. At that time, Fu Xin had already expected that this person must have known about his actions regardless of the occasion. After that, Fu Xin came to three consecutive games and sat in the center of the lobby so that he could be seen at a glance. , but Lin Mo Nian still didn't want to see him. There was no place for Lin Mo Nian today. Fu Xin specifically chose this point near noon to find someone to apologize, so he found Lin Mo Nian's house in Yiting Pavilion along the way. Come to your accommodation.

"Don't be angry, Nian Nian. You see, I've been here every time in the last few games, just to see you a few more times, but you still don't want to see me. It's hard for me today..." Fu Xin observed Lin Mo Nian. The look on his face seemed a little loose, so he pretended to be pitiful without caring, "For the sake of me being so pitiful, won't Nian Nian invite me to sit down?"

Lin Mo Nian obviously didn't really care about that title, but he was just using the topic to express his dissatisfaction. He frowned and snorted: "You are such a smooth-tongued person. You must be so good at coaxing people. There must be many girls." …”

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Xin stepped forward quickly, put his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and looked into Lin Mo Nian's surprised eyes, interrupting his unfinished conversation. Words: "There is no girl, no one else, Nian Nian, I only have you."

The two were very close for a moment, and Lin Mo Nian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Then he leaned back on the chair and looked lazily at Fu Xin, who was looking serious: "That's nice to say."

Smiling, Fu Xin straightened up: "Now, Niannian is willing to let me see you, right? That day, I was just concerned and confused."

"You still dare to say that? Do you know what those people in Yiting Pavilion say about me now?" Lin Mo Nian got angry when he talked about this. It wasn't that he cared about what those people said about him, he just didn't like to see that. A disgusting look.

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I didn't think it through clearly. Next time, next time I will handle it properly. Don't be angry." Fu Xin walked around the desk and gently tucked a lock of black hair from his forehead to his ear. Finally, he took advantage of the situation and hooked Lin Mo Nian's chin, "Look at the time, I wonder if my dear, can I have a meal with you?"

Shocked by this man's movements for a moment, Lin Mo Nian immediately raised his hand and grabbed Fu Xin's right hand before he could take it back, and then raised his eyes: "You invited me, I will go, you said yes No, Master Fu?"

Obviously so many people have called him this title, but these two simple words came out of Lin Mo Nian's mouth with a touch of tenderness, causing Fu Xin to subconsciously hold his hand back.

In the next five months, Fu Xin would always come to Lin Mo Nian's place. Sometimes he would come to look for people when there was no show for him. Over time, everyone in Wucheng knew that he was from Kyoto. The military commander fell in love with Yi Tingge's famous actor, and the relationship between the two became closer and closer. Finally, the military commander succeeded in impressing the actor and brought him into his home. From then on, the actor Jiao'er's number of shows in Yitinge has also been reduced, from nine shows in January to seven in January.

Lin Wenqing knew Lin Mo Nian's thoughts, but he didn't expect that Fu Xin's offensive was so fierce, and he was different from others. He did everything sincerely and spoke the truth, which made him fall into it so early. Ignoring the comments outside, I moved directly to Fu Xin's house, and the number of performances became fewer. I just don't know how long this person can persist in his sincerity.

Fu family.

"Lin Daiyu hoeed the flowers with infinite desolation. It's hard to blame Donghuang when the prosperity is gone. It's a pity that you have been indifferent for a year, and you have to endure a few days of glory... Nong Mian Hua Ren said that I have fallen in love. You know Nong and Nong They will end up like flowers. Here I am..." Lin Mo Nian was wearing regular clothes, leaning against the window, looking out the window, his eyes fell on the large courtyard of the Fu family, and he murmured unhurriedly, Hearing some movement from behind, the singing did not stop, but the tone dropped slightly for a moment. Apart from that, there was not even a single superfluous movement, "...Fu Zhaohun Tears and Flower Burial, The nights are long and the spring is silent for the ages.”

The person behind him stopped a few steps away from Lin Mo Nian. He didn't know whether his eyes were looking out the window or at the person next to the window. Lin Mo Nian didn't care about this. He just continued his one-man show: " Now I am burying flowers, and people laugh like idiots. I don’t know who they are when they are buried in the new year. Once the beauty is gone in spring, the flowers will fall and people will die, and I don’t know who they are.”

"Who did I know? It turned out to be the cruel and short-lived one." Lin Mo Nian silently added the recitation of Jia Baoyu's corner in his heart, but only half of it was completed when a voice came from behind and recited the complete recitation. , it doesn’t sound any worse than those who have been practicing in Yiting Pavilion since childhood, “Sister, you may not leave. After saying this, let’s lift our hands, okay?”

Lin Mo Nian really didn't expect that the person behind him would catch up, but even though he was stunned for a moment, he quickly went down: "Second Master Bao, what are your orders?"

"Now that we have it today, why bother then?"

"I want to ask you, how are you today? What was it like before?" Lin Mo Nian retracted his arm that was supported on the edge of the window and looked back at the person behind him. His hair was simply held back with a hairpin. It was the one Fu Xin had given him a few months ago. Such a scene of indigo made him stare blankly at the pair of eyes staring straight at him, and he forgot to say what Jia Baoyu said next.

Looking at the slightly absent-minded person in front of him, Lin Mo Nian couldn't help but smile lightly, and directly skipped a large part of Jia Baoyu's lyrics: "Don't lie to me, please go back and close that door."

Fu Xin reacted quickly: "Sister, where did you start talking about this?"

"I happened to pass by Yihong Courtyard last night, why did you close the door and ignore me?" Lin Mo Nian stood up from the bench moved to the window and moved forward slowly.

"Sister, it really doesn't matter."

"They also said that this was not the case. They were standing outside the door and their legs were sore from standing there!"

"If sister doesn't believe it, I will kneel down and swear!" Fu Xin slightly lowered his head and looked at the person who had walked in front of him. He knelt down on one knee in response to Nian Bai, held Lin Mo Nian's hands in his palms, and raised his eyes to stare at him seriously. , "Huang Tian is the best: If my precious jade tells a lie, I will be punished by falling into the water and turning into a big turtle. Wait for my sister a hundred years later, and I will carry the stone monument with you for the rest of my life. Do you believe me?"

Lin Mo Nian lowered his head and looked at Fu Xin. His breathing slowed down a little, but his heart suddenly beat faster. After a moment, he tilted his head as if to cover up: "Why don't you... get up!"

Cong Shanruliu stood up, but Fu Xin did not let go of his hand. Instead, he used force on his hand to bring the distance between the two closer. He asked in a low voice: "Sister, do you believe this?"

"Believe it, of course I believe it." Lin Mo Nian was very brave in this oppressive state. He raised his head slightly and looked straight into Fu Xin's eyes full of deep emotions. His clasped hands also After a little effort, he said, "Master Fu is like this, how can I not believe it?"

His throat rolled up and down, and Fu Xin laughed softly.

"Do you miss me?"

"We meet every day, what's there to think about?" Lin Mo Nian snorted and pulled his hand back.