Sapphire case

24.

Gu Sheng is very popular with this group of young students, probably because of his peers. They probably share the same ideals and interests, so their conversations are more speculative.

Yang Xian’s family’s clinic is not big, Jiang Cheng is resting in a shop on the second floor, and those young people who come to hold reading clubs and write commentary articles gather on the two round tables outside, on which there are typewriters and simple hand-printed plates , the printed brochures and handouts were covered with half-worn tablecloths and stacked on the sofa under the window.

Three or four of the students who come here often are foreign language majors. They translate and proofread in pairs, and often share the translated anthology with strange essays. Sometimes the discussions are heated, and a few young boys have to They blushed and had thick necks to argue.

Gu Sheng usually sits calmly with the last manuscript and reads it. There are disputes and he doesn't participate in it. The small window on the second floor falls into patches of skylight. Folding his legs and looking inside, there was a slight smile on the corners of his clear eyes and brows, and he waited for them to calm down before making a sound to persuade them to fight.

When he looked towards the male students, the angle was right on Jiang Cheng who was lying dead on the shop on the north side of the room. If he didn't look carefully, it was as if he was staring at Jiang Cheng.

When he looked at people, his brows and eyes were slightly lowered, and the highlights in his eyes were a little raised, which always gave people a very affectionate feeling. For a long time, this feeling made Jiang Cheng think that Gu Sheng had something for him. Affectionate, but in fact compared to this inexplicable affection, Gu Sheng is more like the sunlight sticking to his cheeks like a thin sheet, with a hard and cold chill like a blade.

However, he concealed this almost imperceptible indifference very well. In addition, he has a kind of calmness and grace that comes from nowhere. He also has a lot of views on current affairs, which seems to be very popular, and those students also like him. look.

It's hard to say whether others have Jiang Cheng, but there must be some female students who have nothing to do and call Gu Sheng to help proofread their manuscripts.

Whenever a female student asks Gu Sheng to help him with a paper or something, Jiang Cheng hates himself for living in a corner, unable to walk or lift his hands, especially when Gu Sheng is willing to run errands for others, Jiang Cheng hates it so much Itching, I only hate that group of stunned youths in the room, why don't they quickly deal with these girls one by one, why are they dangling in front of Gu Sheng one by one?

He took Gu Sheng home for two or three months, not to mention how kind he was to him, when did he assign Gu Sheng to work for him?

How can there be any reason for him to run errands for others?

Jiang Cheng's breath was stagnated in his heart, and he had nowhere to attack, and his right leg was in severe pain again.

In fact, the pain was still within his tolerable range. His injury was slightly milder than expected, and he was not completely incapacitated. Although dragging people over to swear sovereignty was unnecessary, Edom followed suit. It is still within the allowable range to solve the three emergencies.

Jiang Cheng saw Gu Sheng coming down the stairs, handed some newspapers to a female student, and said that you are welcome with a smile. He felt that polite smile hurt his eyes, and he couldn't help saying "Ouch" With a sound.

The smile on Gu Sheng's face disappeared instantly, and he looked over in disbelief.

As soon as that sound came out, Jiang Cheng almost bit his tongue. Ever since Sapo got into fights with others when he was a child, Jiang Zhiya caught him and gave him a good whipping and didn't allow him to cry. He came and went in the rain, and he didn't say a word after suffering a lot. Now the lady is howling, and the first half of the tough guy's life is about to come to an end.

Gu Sheng's face tensed for a moment, and he finally didn't embarrass him, so he raised his voice and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I... the wound on my leg seems to be cracked, aha..." Jiang Cheng forced himself to smile at him.

"Why don't you ask Yang Xian to come over?" Gu Sheng walked over, looking down at him with a sullen expression.

"No no no no need," Jiang Cheng waved his hands again and again, seeing Gu Sheng turn around to leave, he quickly stopped him, "...Uh, you help me go to the bathroom...?"

Gu Sheng turned his face away, his expression was a bit complicated for a moment, Jiang Cheng felt guilty when he saw him, and was about to laugh at himself, but saw Gu Sheng took a few steps forward, and stretched out his hand to him: "Hold it."

Jiang Cheng was caught off guard and was dumbfounded. This time he couldn't walk by himself at all.

In fact, because the Yang family's clinic is small, most of them see minor ailments and pains. This attic is only used by Yang Xian for reading, and there is no extra space to accommodate people, so Gu Sheng actually sleeps next to Jiang Cheng at night.

Cover some old clothes with the bed mattress, and make a bed next to the hospital bed.

Jiang Cheng was unconscious a few days ago and didn't pay attention. That day Gu Sheng stood outside the curtain and changed his gown. The blue curtain reflected a thin and straight silhouette. Immediately after the headlights outside were turned off, the deity lifted the curtain and walked in. Jiang Cheng Wiping his nose subconsciously, he asked hoarsely, "...what are you doing?"

Gu Sheng ignored him, and sat down next to him with the quilt up, obviously about to sleep.

Jiang Cheng's brain was stuck for a long time before he realized what was going on. He cleared his throat and said, "Hey, don't sleep there...I'll change with you, come, come, come up, I'll sleep next, I'll sleep next ——It’s so cold today, what should I do if I’m freezing?”

Gu Sheng turned his back to him and shook his head, his black hair rubbed slightly on the pillow, and then his slightly curled body relaxed, as if he had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Jiang Cheng looked up at the ceiling and waited for a long time. The lights of the driving outside the window had swept back and forth more than a dozen times. He turned his head and his eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, fell for a long time on the exposed neck of the young man next to him with his back turned to him. , Then he held his breath, made sure that the young man had fallen asleep, tried his best not to let the wooden bed in disrepair make any creaking noises, got out of bed lightly, and half-kneeled beside the young man while avoiding the injury on his leg side.

The young man's eyes were lightly closed, his wide eyelashes cast a thin shadow, his body undulated slightly with his breathing.

Jiang Cheng took off the overcoat he was wearing, tucked it up for him as lightly as possible, gently kissed the corners of his slightly upturned eyes with his eyes, moved his lips and teeth, and made a silent mouth shape in the night.

Even though he hung out with the students, Gu Sheng never forgot his old profession, and when his body was almost recovered, he began to audition on the stage in Chang County.

Chang County is also a water town. A tributary of the Huai River called Linghe flows through the center of the county and converges into several large lakes in four directions. One of them is located in the southwest of the county. People built seats by the water. On the stage, half of the ground stakes are driven into the lake, and the other side is driven into the wet soil on the river bank. When the play starts, from a distance, the lights and shadows of the colorful clothes are like Langyuan in the sky, a misty fairy place.

This kind of rural stage is far inferior to those big theaters in Jinzhou and Shanghai, and even slightly inferior to Gu Sheng's own stage, but Gu Sheng didn't care too much. He made inquiries early and found a local theater troupe to take the stage. .

Yang Xian still persuaded him to rest for a while, his point of view was surprisingly similar to Du Han's, that is, he felt that Gu Sheng's health was too bad and he couldn't stand it. It's not unrelated, but Gu Sheng is determined to go his own way, feeling that these days are too much trouble for Yang Xian's family, and he can't eat and live anyway.

He was in better health, and his complexion improved, so Yang Xian didn't say much, and only suggested opera to promote new ideas.

In fact, the second night when Jiang Cheng was fully awake, he said nothing to let Gu Sheng sleep on the floor. He got up in the evening and read miscellaneous books for a few hours, and when Gu Sheng came over, he would get out of bed and let him. The meaning of Huangxiang Wenxi.

Gu Sheng was a little bit embarrassed at first, but compared to sleeping with Jiang Cheng, it is obviously more acceptable to sleep in the bed that Jiang Cheng has slept in. Obviously, Jiang Cheng himself is well versed in this way, so he lay down on the floor and slapped his side. The vacancy smiled at him: "If you want, I don't mind squeezing with you."

Gu Sheng looked at him suspiciously, and without knowing it, he lifted the quilt and got into the bed that was warmed by the man's body temperature.

That temperature still made the wet and cold winter night in the south a little better. He fell asleep smoothly and dreamed less accordingly, and his sullen complexion gradually faded a lot.

In fact, Gu Sheng felt that the accident was justified. Jiang Cheng was the master who had no conditions to create conditions and had to drink soup without eating meat. There was absolutely no reason to allow Gu Sheng to sleep in separate beds with him.The reason that forced Jiang Cheng to make such a heart-piercing decision that made him feel so painful was at the physiological level.

——He spent most of the first night staring at the back of Gu Sheng's head, stiff all night, his back was tense, his broken ribs hurt as if they were going to be stabbed into his lungs, almost It can hurt him.

Jiang Cheng didn't dare to sleep with Gu Sheng at all, he wasn't sure what would happen then, not to mention he was still in a state of hemiplegia, basically not enough to support any strenuous physical labor work, even though he felt unwilling in every way. If you don't want to, you have to persuade yourself to "keep the green hills there".

Looking at Gu Sheng's complexion now, apart from guilt, Jiang Cheng also felt a little relieved.

Gu Sheng was unaware of Jiang Cheng's intricate, delicate and rich inner world. Ever since he made an agreement with a local troupe to act in a play, he has been devoting himself to changing and singing the play. He seems to be very dissatisfied with the lyrics of the new work One day, Yang Xian, who came over to change Jiang Cheng's medicine, asked: "'The sound of coldness and night rain shatters Luo Qi, and the hometown of pearls and jade sells all the fragrance' is flat, right? How did you write it?"

Yang Xian was shocked: "Why did you write this? There are still people writing lyrics? Didn't you say that you want to reform fate drama? Is this going against the trend and respecting Confucianism and going back to the past?"

"Uh..." Gu Sheng was choked by him, looked at the notebook in his hand and shook his head, "The new play has been changed. This is a song from a series of plays sent to me by a theater fan who wrote an essay before, and he attached the text I finished it in a hurry and only got two acts. I saw that the book was really good, and thought about completing the libretto. But Song Ci was learned to play in the past, and now I only remember that this Ci card uses oblique rhyme, and the rest can only be imitated by memorizing ready-made Ci. gone."

Suspiciously, Yang Xian flipped through the notebook, and saw that the uppermost part had silently written a poem "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi" in lowercase, and a series of redacted drafts at the bottom. Yang Xian read several pages back and forth, and said in surprise: "You The handwriting is really good!...Wait, wait, I've been wondering for the past two days that I didn't ask you, are you really an opera singer? Impossible..."

"I'm eager to learn," Gu Sheng said casually, pulling the notebook out of his hand, "If I don't, just go aside."

"Hey?" Yang Xian felt that his status as a new-style college student was underestimated, but he couldn't refute it. He slapped his head and said, "Hey, our second brother Wen said he came back today! He is the most accomplished in literature here. Don't look for him." As soon as I study medicine, I will definitely find him in a while!"

The two of them were arguing outside, and Jiang Cheng inside heard the veins on his forehead twitching.

When did Gu Sheng talk so much to him?

The last time I said that was when I had a fight with him because of my disagreement with politics!

Jiang Cheng has never been so sad that he didn't listen to the teacher's more bitter words, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to understand what the two of them were talking about, thinking that no matter what, they can't continue to be alone together like no one else. room, lift the curtain and move outside.

There was a sudden commotion outside, the sound of leather shoes hurriedly stepping over the wooden ladder, and with the sound of "boom" when the door was pushed open, Yang Xianxian shouted in surprise:

"Wen Er!"

Gu Sheng's back was facing the door. Hearing the sound, he turned his head to look, and saw a rather tall figure protruding from the narrow door frame. The man stood against the light, and his high browbones cast a dark The whole face is a little dark and unclear, but from the sharp and zigzag lines of the face and the bridge of the nose, there is an extremely familiar look.

Gu Sheng was startled, and rubbed his eyebrows.

I only heard a trembling guttural voice coming from behind, as if someone squeezed out words from between his teeth: "...Brother?"

The author has something to say:

Alas, Wen Leng TVT, I don't know what to say...how about being cute and asking for a favorite? (crying)