Xiyao

Due to the wind and rain all over the city, Wuyuan did not open for several days.

Ruan Zhi is the chief bookkeeper, and his position is quite idle. During this period of closure of the city, there are not many documents to be processed.

He has no official business, and his friends are so busy that they don't touch the ground. He is a scholar with no power to restrain himself, and he can't help him at all, which makes him even more depressed.

He was really bored, and when he was walking, he involuntarily went around to the barren garden with the gate closed, pacing up and down.

A little girl came out from the back door, saw him by accident, was taken aback, and trotted over to ask him what's the matter.

"It's nothing." Ruan Zhi shyly turned his face away uncomfortably, "Is Boss Ran here?"

Boss Ran, that is, the actor who sang "Fu Ditang" that day, the owner of Wuyuan.

As soon as he said that, the other party came to his senses, and looked up and down like a rare animal: "Are you that idiot kid?"

Ruan Zhi said with a good temper: "I'm not some young master."

The little girl waved her hand nonchalantly: "Almost, sister Gong said you can come in."

Ruan Zhi was startled: "Miss Gong is back?"

"It's been a while since I came back, but she shut herself in her room in a sullen mood all day long. Aunt Ran said not to bother her."

She stood on tiptoe, looked around, put her hand over her mouth and whispered, "Don't say I told you, Sister Gong's patient died. She is in a bad mood, you can't bother her."

Ruan Zhi bent down to listen to what she wanted, nodded after listening, and heard her say again, "Aunt Ran is teaching us to sing in the backyard these days, do you want to go in and find her?"

Ruan Zhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thank you."

He followed the bouncing little girl and entered Wuyuan through the small gate.Now that the first snow has just passed, the garden is cold, but he knows that in a few months, the garden will be full of spring again, so he can't help smiling.

Ran Xianchen stood in the middle of the garden.

The winter sun was cold, transparent and white, covering her softly, making the corners of her eyes and brows lazy, and indifferent to her burning red clothes.

Ruan Zhi has seen her sing many roles, graceful, weak, heroic, and seductive.

The woman who has washed off her makeup and is still so beautiful, seems to have thousands of faces on the stage, and then those thousands of beauties are superimposed together to become a dusty dust.

But no matter how plain or colorful she is dressed on stage, and what kind of jewelry is interspersed with high clouds on her temples, off the stage, she will always be dressed in a decadent red dress, with raven-feather-like hair loosely scattered behind her back.

She was teaching the girls how to use a folding fan. Three greasy white fingers pinched the handle of the fan and opened it one by one, half of the face was covered by gold painting.

Then spread the tip of the fan flat, and gracefully drew a small circle in front of him. Slowly stepping on the embroidered shoes, he flicked the wide sleeve carelessly, and lightly threw the fan away from his hand. It circled in mid-air, and was caught lightly again .

That moment was so touching that it frightened Ruan Zhi's soul. He completely forgot why he came, and even who he was.

The little girl who brought him covered her mouth and sniggered, ran to Ran Xianchen and pulled her sleeves coquettishly: "Aunt Ran, that nerd boy came to see you."

For a moment, all eyes were on Ruan Zhi, and he froze immediately, and the culprit was beaten on the head, "Don't say that about him."

The beauty in red clothes curled up her sleeves and bowed to Ruan Zhi, raised her eyes and said, "Mr. Ruan."

Ruan Zhi's face turned red immediately, with a thin layer of crimson against the slender peach eyes, like a shy little girl, he replied in a low voice, "Boss Ran."

His mind was blank, and he forgot all the words he had thought in advance. Fortunately, it was not the first time Ran Xianchen knew him, and he knew that he would be speechless when he was nervous. Young Master, you might as well sit beside me for a while, I will teach you a few more movements and let them practice."

Ruan Zhi nodded quickly, and as clumsy as a quail, he found a stone bench and sat down, watching a garden of colorful girls practicing.

The little girls began to play tricks on him after practicing, and Ying Shengyan said: "Aunt Ran, Aunt Ran, he has learned the moves we used at the bottom of the box!"

Looking at the eyes like a secluded lake, you can tell that they are impatient and want to find a reason to be lazy, and they are not annoyed when they hear their booing. They bend their soft lips and just smile: "If you practice well, you will Half a point is good, and I don't have to teach anymore."

The children exploded as soon as they heard it. They chirped and refused to be convinced, but saw Ran Xianchen smiling gently, "Mr. Ruan, can you do me a favor and teach these worthless little fellows a lesson?"

Ruan Zhi couldn't see her laughing, he became dizzy when he saw her, stood up stiffly like a branch puppet, walked over to take the folding fan in her hand, raised his breath and did a make-up movement.

At the stone table, Ran Xianchen moved a Yaoqin, put it on his lap, and nodded slightly at him, so Ruan Zhi took a deep breath, and sang the first line under the suspicious eyes of a circle of girls.

"The flowers and branches are double-shadowed, and the spring is touching my eyebrows. Zhenzhen's face is as pretty as a hibiscus, and the willow branches are not as good as my slender waist."

He pointed in a butterfly posture, he was obviously a young man in plain clothes and lotus clothes, but he walked on tiptoe and sang Dan tune softly.

Ruan Zhi pointed at the orchid, drew a half arc with the folding fan, and glanced at it with peach blossom eyes, vividly expressing the expression and posture of a boudoir lady who cares for herself.

He spun around in small steps, his body was soft and boneless, his fan was open, and the stick was slanted by his temples and cheeks, which was the familiar posture of leaning on the railing and looking at the moon.

Then he flicked the non-existent sleeves, half covering his face, like a bird on a branch combing its feathers, indescribably light and dexterous.

"That Yulang, I forgot about my slave long ago, and the vows of the mountain alliance have been thrown away lightly. Who will show this beauty and beauty?"

His tone turned to bitterness, and he turned the folding fan in his hand lightly, like a butterfly fluttering around. Coupled with the leisurely steps that turned every step, he was so charming that even a few girls couldn't help themselves.

Ruan Zhi's frowns and smiles left an indelible impression on them - sometimes a man doesn't need a woman to be charming.

At this moment, two lines of tears slid down the corners of Ruan Zhi's eyes, drawing clear water marks on his cheeks, dripping down to his chin.

He also cried like a weak and slender woman, gasping softly, but it was even more heart-wrenching and shocked the audience.

What Ruan sang was a very vulgar Jiangnan ditty, not even a serious drama, but a vulgar story about an infatuated girl who betrayed her heart.

It's so clichéd that no one wants to write it.

Although he played the paper-like character charmingly, he was not so devoted.

Ran Xianchen's Yaoqin sound had stopped, she sighed and said to Ruan Zhi: "Mr. Ruan, please stop."

"Stop singing, you're about to get lost in someone else's story."

Ruan Zhi glanced at her with tears in his eyes, and cried so beautifully that a group of girls didn't notice, they frantically comforted him, but he saw him staring at Ran Xianchen, his eyes lit up little by little with sadness and joy, as if Waking up from a dream.

Ran Xianchen looked at him with teardrops hanging from his eyelashes, but his eyes were clear and innocent, reflecting his own figure, and just said: "I was wrong, I didn't expect that even a little bit of blurry footage could draw you into the play."

Ruan Zhi shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Brother Li and I don't want to see others suffer. It's just that he hurts for them, and I feel the same pain as them."

He raised his head, stared at Ran Xianchen and said, "I think he's more correct, because I'm gradually starting to lose track of who I am."

"But I don't hate this feeling, as if in a limited time, there is an extra life."

Ran Xianchen held the orchid finger, supported her temples, and said, "You don't hate it, but you are very obsessed with that illusion. Just like you are obsessed with every brick, every stone, every plant and every tree in the deserted garden."

"Ruan Zhi, come back to reality, why did you come?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered his original reason for coming: "Boss Ran should have already guessed it."

He frowned suddenly, as if he was enduring great pain: "That case caused panic. As of last night, thirteen people have died and dozens of houses have been destroyed."

Ruan Zhi's headache caused his whole body to tremble, and his tone was weak and weak: "After thinking about it, I feel that the whole thing is extremely inconsistent. The murderer is unscrupulous, Brother Li is helpless, and the boss is indifferent."

"Everything is wrong."

Ran Xianchen looked at him, as if he had guessed the following: "You think the key to unraveling all the contradictions lies in Wuyuan."

"More precisely, on me."

Ruan Zhi smiled wryly: "I just thought, Boss Ran must know more about the situation than me."

"But when I stepped into the garden, I knew that things were worse than I expected."

He struggled for a while, but still asked worriedly, "Are you seriously injured?"

Ran Xianchen straightened the sleeves of the red dress, squinted at the inconspicuous dark mass, and said slowly: "If you have a way to remind that arresting brother, then advise him not to pursue it any longer."

"This has nothing to do with the quality of martial arts, the opponent is not something he can deal with at all."

"He won't listen to me."

"That's right," the beauty in red combed her temples, "Humans are such strange things, even if they are overwhelmed, they don't want to give up the battle and run away without trying."