The Life of the Little Theater

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Qin Xianjiu (with a dazed expression): Miss, how can I get to Lord Hou's Mansion...?

Little girl (shocked): It's you!

Qin Xianjiu (suspended eyes, slightly rolling eyes): The girl knows me?It would be nice for the lady in labor to lead the way, I remember... I remember that this is the road to Houye's Mansion, but for some reason... I can't get there.

Little girl (the corners of her eyes are red, her eyelashes are shining): Young Master... What's wrong with your eyes?Isn't the mansion in front of you the Marquis?

In just a few months, the appearance of Lord Hou's Mansion has changed drastically.The mansion collapsed, the wall collapsed, weeds grew in the courtyard, and the residual red was in the mud.Desolate and uninhabited... It seems like a lifetime away.

Qin Xianjiu (groping forward, his face is full of pain, his eyes are dry, but he can't shed a single tear): What about people... what about people!You said come to me, but let me come to you!I'm here now!I am coming!Come out...you lied to me...you lied to me!

Little girl (crying, comes up and drags Xianjiu to leave): You must not make noise outside the door, someone is listening.

Qin Xianjiu (shocked): He is there?he is?

Little girl (wiping her tears, covering her face with a handkerchief): Young master is confused. When you left that day, the emperor sent troops to arrest you, young master... young master, he...

Qin Xianjiu (clutching the little girl's shoulders): What's wrong with him?

Little girl (takes a deep breath): Two days later...then I will kill the remaining evil together.

That day the spring sun was slightly slanting, and the chill was still there, he smiled lightly with me; that day the peach blossoms were in the wine, and the moon was on the brow, he and I were entwined with brocade; that day the candlelight was high, and the drunkenness was hazy, he made a vow with me.But on this day, I have to go through hardships and travel to bid farewell to him.

You say that you will lose your life if you believe in it, and others will lose your life if you believe it, but you don't know if you believe it... I will lose my soul!How about this life?What a life!

Little girl (panic): Young master!Young master must not seek death!

Xian Jiu was heartbroken, all thoughts were lost, he was dragged by the little girl and stumbled towards the market.The little girl took Xian Jiu to an inn to settle down, took a bath and changed clothes, tied her hair and wiped her forehead.It was that long hair like ink again, and that red-clothed Sheng Feng again.

Little girl (looks at the person in the mirror, sighs): Young Master looks... really looks like a person.

Xian Jiu was like a walking dead, dull and unresponsive.

Little girl (looks at it for a while, shakes her head): When I first met, I really looked like the person from the previous dynasty, but now I look at it more carefully, I think it looks more like that person.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the little girl felt sad, so she settled him down and went out behind closed doors.

Two days later, I searched, but I saw Xian Jiu was sitting upright, even his clothes were not wrinkled.I know that I haven't slept all night, and I have been sitting dry until now.

Little girl (covering her mouth and sobbing): Young Master... why is Young Master like this!My young master is just...just...

Xian Jiu didn't respond at all.

Little girl (hard-hearted): The young master is just using you as a substitute!

Qin Xianjiu (stands up abruptly, trembling all over): ...you said...what did you say?

Little girl (stepping forward): You should come home.My young master and you are just in love, so there is no need for a promise of life and death!The young master entered the palace to study with him at the age of 15, and made friends with that man...

Qin Xianjiu (loud): You are talking nonsense!

Little girl (tears): Everything makes sense, and it's true!You go to the street and ask, you go and ask who you look like!You go ask!

Qin Xianjiu (unbelievable, biting his lips): He said he hit it off with me...

Little girl (loudly): I also hit it off with that person!

Qin Xianjiu (dry eyes slowly filled with tears): He invited me to drink peach blossom wine...

Little girl (broken, with tears all over her face): Peach blossoms...peach blossoms are that person's favorite!What my young master is greedy for...is just those young people.Young master, he... he can't get out!Such a dear person, such a dear person... why did they turn against each other?

Qin Xianjiu (teardrops falling down, but like a clam shell spit out the last pearl): He promised me that I am...his person...will treat me well, and come to me...

Little girl (wiping away tears, tidying up her appearance): You are so naive, how can there be absolutes in the world?That man also promised the young master to be with him for the rest of his life, but the young master believed in him, but he even lost his whole family's life...

The little girl packed up the package, and took the distraught Xian Jiu to the carriage to the ferry, and told him something about Chu Yun's youth on the way.

He loves to read peach blossom poems and drink peach blossom wine; that man also loves peach blossoms, but he loves sweet-scented osmanthus wine even more; the young master often mispronounces sentences to make fun of him.If you want to buy peach blossoms and carry wine with you, it's not like a young man traveling...

The two sang poems and frolicked, and they were companions day and night, but they were enviable Bi people.

Xianjiu's liver and intestines are broken, and he looks like a dead person.Only occasionally when I heard that person was related, my heart trembled.People in the world often say that they don't know what love is, and they teach people to promise each other through death... but they don't know that if they love and believe, this person is not considered themselves at all, life and death... what does it matter?

After half a month, the ship will arrive in Yangzhou, and the spring breeze will arrive in March, and the peach blossoms will bloom.Xianjiu leaned on the fence and looked into the distance, and wherever he could see, it was the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Thinking of the short period of two months, others have only gone out for a swim, but for myself it seems to have passed through life and death.Xian Jiu carried the baggage and stepped ashore on the boat, walking home with a sad expression.

After resting for more than half a month, Xian Jiu's mentality improved a little, and today he went to Miaoshou Huichun hall accompanied by the housekeeper, Xian Jiu asked the housekeeper to wait outside, and went to the clinic by himself.

Doctor (surprised): Young Master... Young Master's eyes...

Qin Xianjiu (calmly): Just say whether it can be cured or not.

Doctor (sighing, raising his hand to caress those peach blossom eyes): It's a pity.

Qin Xianjiu (breathing in): Just take care of it.

Doctor (writing the prescription and handing it to the drug boy, slightly sunning): The young master looks handsome, and these eyes...are also radiant in the first place, right?

Qin Xianjiu pursed his lips and remained silent, his complexion turned red, resentful, more mournful.

Doctor (taking the medicine and handing it to Xian Jiu, with a regretful face): Master, take the medicine on time, at least three months, at most one year, and the eyes will return to their original appearance.It's just that in the future, the young master must not cry emotionally...

Qin Xianjiu (silently, suddenly laughing, muttering to himself): Where else are we going to shed tears?

Spring is cold and snowy, midsummer is like fire, autumn is late, and winter is early sunshine... The streamer is easy to throw people away, and it gets longer and longer every year.

Then I saw early spring three times, winter snow three times, peach blossoms three times, and peach blossoms withered three times...

In the seventh year of Xuanzheng, the emperor died in Kyoto.The whole country mourned, but saw the white flag standing in the wind, stained with snow and provoked peach blossoms.Finally looking forward to spring.

March.The spring breeze is on the south bank of the green river, and the light boat can only pass the ten thousand mountains.On this day, Xianjiu was ordered by his mother to go to the street to buy daily necessities, along the way, small tunes leaked from the restaurant, faintly visible Qing songs entered the clouds, and the day ended by the mountains.

Suddenly I remembered the smile of the man in the fireworks.

"Young master is so handsome."