White clothes should match Tsing Yi

As for the woman, that's how she came at first.

That year, the head of the class Xu picked up the baby girl who had been abandoned in the wilderness on the way to Hangzhou with the Changqing class.

Strange to say, the child was naked, without a trace of wrapping, yet she survived in the wilderness in late autumn.

Not to mention how cold she was naked, the beasts, insects and ants in the wilderness alone were also shocking.

Abandoned in the grass, she didn't cry or make a fuss, her dark eyes were extremely beautiful, she didn't feel sad for her fate of being abandoned at all, she sucked her fingers, and enjoyed herself in the wilderness.

Leader Xu just wanted to take a walk by the side of the road for convenience, but at a glance he saw a small white ball, a very pink, beautiful and lovely female doll.

His wife, Liu Shi, was unable to have another child because of dystocia and injury when giving birth to her son Xu Xian, so the couple had only one child.

Once you have a son, you long to have another daughter, that's all.

So, the daughter was sent to his husband and wife in this way.

Adhering to the consistent naming style of Mr. and Mrs. Xu, the daughter is called "Xu Xuan".

That year, the family took root in Hangzhou with the Changqing class.

Leader Xu and his wife Liu Shi were both leaders in the field when they were young, and they also became popular all over the country because of "Legend of the White Snake", so the husband and wife also took in many disciples.

In that era when the theme of operas was eternally singing about wit and beauty, ghosts and goblins are really too new and interesting.So they quickly gained a foothold in Hangzhou City.

The couple accepted hundreds of disciples, all of them were born, young, clean, and ugly, but they wanted to pass on all their talents to their children.

It's best for a son to pretend to be a child, and for a daughter to be a Tsing Yi, she can also live up to her good appearance.

But his son Xu Xian has no talent for singing since he was a child. His voice is too low and hoarse, and his body is too stiff. Do not forget.

Fortunately, the couple are gratified that their daughter Xu Xuan is really talented.

As if she was born for this stage, her figure is so soft that she hardly resembles a human being, and her singing is sometimes clear and melodious, and sometimes soft and gentle.

When she was dressed in Tsing Yi, she was seductive and coquettish, every move she made, every gesture, every frown and smile, was all charming to Tian Cheng, as if it came from the bottom of her heart.

When she was a young student, she was young and handsome, with plain clothes and long robes, turned around and held her waist, all of them were elegant and elegant.

A wonderful person, she has become famous in Hangzhou since she sang her first play on stage at the age of 15.

She is the core of the Changqing class, the future of the Changqing class, and a beautiful woman in Hangzhou.

On that square-inch stage, she is a lady and beauty, her brows are tender and tender, she is a monster and ghost, enchanting and evil, and she was once a handsome young man who only went away when she was full of belly.

She is Xu Xuan.

An indifferent girl who is not sociable when she steps off the stage and does not get close to others.

In the late autumn of that year, someone from the Changqing class ordered a peony pavilion.

The handsome young man in white clothes stepped over the threshold and took a seat in the middle of the arena. After a while, a pot of Longjing tea was placed in front of him.

The stage has not yet started, "he" looks around curiously, the oil-paper umbrella is placed beside him, three sides are dim yellow, the umbrella handle is smooth, "his" fingers are slender and white, they are slightly curved and tap the table, with well-proportioned joints The ups and downs make people unable to move their eyes. Danjiao, who has already painted her makeup, comes to add tea to "him" from time to time, just to take a look at the ethereal affection in those smiling eyes.

"He" didn't see the person he wanted to see, there was noise around, more and more people, the turbid breath made "he" feel uncomfortable, and "he" began to want to leave.

"Today, Mrs. Chen asked Miss Xuan to step on the stage by name. Well, it's rare to see her in a year. Fortunately, my wife took the child to her mother's house, so I can steal the opportunity to come here."

"Haha, what you said is reasonable. No one knows that Brother Li, you are also a fan of drama, let alone Miss Xuan's drama."

"Brother Liu was joking..."

"He" listened to some conversations vaguely, and automatically remembered the name as "Xu Xian", the man she was looking for.

"here we go!"

I don't know who yelled such a sound, a huge gong sounded.

Until the first libretto of rising low and walking high on the stage, "he" looked up leisurely.

That was the first play "he" heard, and he only felt that the babbling singing voice was indescribably attractive, the wide-sleeved gown was extraordinarily beautiful, and the rouge on the faces of those people made her eager to try it.

It turned out that this is the play.

But these are not enough to attract "him", it is that person who really makes "him" unable to look away.

She sang: Dreaming back to Yingtiao, chaotic years are everywhere, people set up small pavilions and deep courtyards.

Fenxia paves the face, her appearance is already beautiful, her figure is graceful and swaying, her eyes are as sad as autumn rain, entangled in people's hearts.

But "he" has a glimpse of the remoteness and desolation that cannot be seen in it.

"He" didn't know all human languages ​​at that time, but the person on the stage raised his hand once, nodded slightly, and moved his footsteps lightly, his face was half covered by his sleeves, leaving only his eyes made "he" tremble , those are not a pair of human eyes.

There was no common dust in those eyes, they were extremely clear.

She wears heavy make-up and bright clothes, but "he" can tell at a glance that she is not human.

She should be a snake.Seeing her finish her salute on the stage with such curiosity and speculative excitement, and then walk down the stage without any regrets, she left in a feeling of unwillingness and dismay.

"He" forgot that he hadn't seen Xu Xian.

That night when "he" fell asleep, he had a dream, the first time he had a dream like a human being. In the dream, "he" turned into a small student in plain clothes and robes, and picked up the picture scroll in the crevice of the stone.

As soon as it unfolded, it was clearly the person on the stage in the daytime, and in a blink of an eye it became a small, hovering, snake, and blue.Just as I was about to take a closer look, I realized that it was just a very ordinary scroll, and the people on the painting couldn't see the appearance.

"By the lake and mountain, beside the lake and mountain, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing. Outside the railings, outside the railings, there are red and emerald parallels. It provokes the sorrow of bees and butterflies, and the beauty of the three lives is not due to dreams. A gust of fragrant wind is sent to the forest garden. In time Yes, timely, go for a spring outing, don’t be too slow. Afraid of the strong wind, afraid of the strong wind, blowing the flowers into chaos, disappointing the good spring, calling it in vain, calling it in vain..."

Waking up from the dream, "he" realized that his clothes were wet with sweat.

"He" couldn't understand the story, but only remembered that her name was Du Liniang, a beautiful and talented woman.But the real her must be more than that.

But I had a dream, and when I woke up, I was surprised to find that my clothes were wet with sweat.

A snake, the blood is cold all over the body, but it is sweating all over.

"His" put his hands into his hair, his eyes were extraordinarily moist and bright in the night.

The heartbeat in his chest was extraordinarily powerful, with some kind of hidden and unspeakable excitement and taboo.

"Go see her."

In the darkness, "he" moved his lips.