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1.

The winter of 1911 was extremely long, with hunger and cold, the only four-year-old Zhao family's youngest son, Wumian, was sent to the palace by his parents entrusting a lot of relationships.

Zhao Wumian's eyes are beautiful, the pupils are constricted, there is a puddle of water in them, the knife is dropped in his hand, the tears have not yet blinked, the executioner has wiped the blood-drinking knife dry, and wrapped it in gauze like a treasure Afterwards, he conveniently stuffed a pewter needle into his chest, while bandaging it, he warned: "Don't drink water within three days, or you will suffer another crime."

Soon someone helped him to walk around the room, Zhao Wumian was in so much pain that he couldn't lift his legs, every time he took a step, he would suffer a heart-pounding pain, which lasted for as long as there seemed to be no end.

When the wounds healed and spring and autumn came, he finally gradually adapted to the errands in the palace.Unexpectedly, the sky changed again in the blink of an eye. In the second year, the Qing emperor issued an abdication edict, and the whole country cut their pigtails, and each of them turned into a civilized person in modern society, as if a thunderbolt exploded in the chaos, lighting up half the sky.

But what is he?A unique figure in the entire land of China, like a porcelain vase in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, old but no longer new, I am afraid that in the future, people will be surrounded by people to watch.

Zhao Wumian was young, so he didn't think too deeply, he just felt that the knife was for nothing, and thinking about it now, he still felt a bit of heartache.

Soon, he took advantage of the chaos in the palace and escaped with several others.

But the world is so big, where can I settle down?He can't go back home. If he had some way back then, the family would still allow him to eat, and he would definitely not be sent to the palace.

And that Qionglou Yuyu who seemed to be able to eat people made him avoid it even more.Because he looks better than the other children, he looks like a glutinous rice dumpling carved with jade, so he is always beaten by some high-ranking eunuchs, or he is whipped until his butt blossoms, or he is pinched by ruthless hands. It was bruised and purple, but the face was still the same, so that people couldn't see the filth behind her back.

Seeing the sun again, Zhao Wumian walked and walked, smelling the smell of wontons in winter, listening to peddlers selling sesame seed cakes, walking through streets and alleys with strength, and finally collapsed in front of a pear orchard.

2.

"Go down the mountain to find a young brother,

Because he hit me, scolded me, said me, laughed at me,

If you don't want to become a Buddha, you don't want to read Amitabha Prajna Paramita!

......"

After a verse was sung, applause came one after another from the audience, Zhao Wumian went backstage early to remove makeup, wiped one eye clean, the other was still outlined with heavy makeup, the corners of the eyes seemed to fly away, There was a blush between the brows and eyes, as if to reveal the charm in his bones.Comparing the two, the same pair of red phoenix eyes, the innocent one on the left seems to be the most confusing, with lowered eyelids, always full of water mist, without aggressive beauty.

That's not him.It was another mask he couldn't help putting on after removing his makeup.

After taking off the headband and wiping off the paint, Zhao Wumian raised his eyes to look at the person in the mirror, his eyes were naturally charming, but they were still sharp, so he had no choice but to adjust his mood and put on the mask again so that it was flawless.

Just as he got up and went to the wooden frame, bent over to wash his face, suddenly a young man dressed in a gray robe, who was as strong as a wooden pier, rushed in, stumbled at the threshold, and almost rolled and crawled in front of him. under his feet.After finally standing still, he gestured with both hands, and made a hoarse sound of "babbling" in his throat.

Zhao Wumian didn't turn her head back, she just wiped her face and casually said:

"Dumb, what are you afraid of?"

The mute looked sad and pointed outside. There seemed to be a devil about to eat people there. His fist smashed into the palm of his hand, and there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Wumian finally wiped his face clean at this time, a smile floated on the corner of his mouth:

"It doesn't matter, the one who should come will come." After finishing speaking, he took off his graceful Qingdan opera robe, put on a navy blue cloth robe casually, and went out to meet guests.

3.

After a while, it will be late at night, and he will be on the master's bed in the Rong Mansion.

"Sing the words of the day again."

Rong Qiye caressed his flushed eyes with his thumb, and whispered in his ear.

Zhao Wumian only smiled, put his hands around his neck and said:

"Master Qi, please be more considerate, I can't bear to speak right now." The voice was full of charm, hoarse and wet, as if it hadn't fallen from a high place, and it made people want to give their lives with both hands .

Naturally, Rong Qi didn't insist any more, but leaned against him again and said:

"Your figure, this voice, even if you changed your clothes to go to Shanghai Paramount to sing the melodious voice of those female stars, it is also admired by thousands of people."

Zhao Wumian just shook his head lazily:

"Don't dare."

Rong Qiye sneered, turned over and pressed him under him, sniffing the refreshing scent of sandalwood around his neck, no emotion could be heard in his words:

"You have a precious voice, you can't sing, you can't sleep. I, Rong Yin, are in charge of the four provinces of Northern China. Calling me 'brother' will always make sense?"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Wumian slowly pushed the whip into the room, remembering the lyrics during the day, the corners of Zhao Wumian's eyes became moist for some reason.

Half true, half false, wandering between half heaven and half hell, full of coquettishness, he stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, and blurted out as if he lost his defense, dumb and confused.

4.

A crack suddenly appeared on Rong Yin's face. The crack seemed to be infected, and it spread out in all directions, and countless tiny cracks appeared on his body.

The huge screen pouring down like the sky started from the man who turned up, and spread into a spider web in a blink of an eye. Only the fragmented fragments showed the anger of the instigator behind it.

It is not so much the hand of God as it is the eye of God. From the moment of deciding to observe, all possibilities collapsed into the only direction now, but this high-ranking observer cannot participate in it, and nothing can be changed.

Soon, someone heard the alarm, came in quietly, cleaned up all the repairs, and then left as if nothing had happened.

The screen was hidden in the air again, but the observation was cut off at this moment, it was in a standby state, disappeared without a trace, and melted between the sky and the earth.

"General." An old man called him from behind, he turned his head, and the other party presented the cane that he had thrown viciously just now.

"There is one more scratch." The only thing that can break the observation screen into pieces is this cane, and the only thing that can hurt the cane is the observation screen that is cold and out of the way.

"I know." He took the cane, held it with folded hands, and gently stroked the scratch that was neither light nor heavy.

5.

Coming out of the calm mansion, the soles of his shoes were stained with dew, and the small grasses that broke out from the cracks in the bluestone slabs gently swept his ankles, as if he knew better than him the secret of surviving in this severe winter.

Each has its own merits.

The sky is not yet bright, and there are vendors selling wonton pancakes on the street in the distance.

Zhao Wumian thought of that morning many years ago, which was the beginning of his life. Today, it is the same as before, he is still homeless.If he had fallen in front of teahouses, private schools or even ordinary people's homes, perhaps he would have had a very different fate since then.

As it should be.

Even the master said that with your voice, you are born to sing Danjiao.If he had changed to another line of business, it would be difficult to earn a bite of hot food, and he would have turned into a roadside starvation.

Early in the winter morning, even his bones were cold, Zhao Wumian took the opal that Rong Yin gave him, and went to the small stall to drink a bowl of wonton.The hot soup rolls wrapped in wontons with more skin and less meat entered the stomach together, exhaled a mouthful of hot air, turned white, and warmed the limbs and bones, at least it was used to its fullest.

Earlier this morning, just as the big clock in the living room of the Rong mansion struck four times, Zhao Wumian sat by the bed and got dressed.Rong Qiye touched his waist from behind and said:

"Just stay with me for one night, can't you?"

Zhao Wumian took his hand away, got up and bowed his head, and tied his belt carefully, and it took a long time before he spoke:

"Since I took the stage, I have never had a morning wasted. Qi Ye, you know it. I have to go back on time today to lead the children to practice. I hope Qi Ye will be sympathetic."

Rong Yin was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do.He threw Zhao Wumian a blood-red opal between his muddy legs, obviously wanting to humiliate him, three hours, only a lot more money.

But in his heart, he hoped that he would hide it and put it away.

Such a humble hope was naturally buried in the dust by Zhao Wumian himself.