Huai'an Temple

There is a small courtyard in the background of the theater.In the evening, it is really a garden full of flowers and moons.There is a collection of actors and actresses in the troupe.

Xue Zhu's face is full of oil paint, and he is wearing a costume.I folded a few leaves casually, drew two strokes, and laid out the orientation.He took another white porcelain bowl and put it in the middle of the ground. Everyone looked at it, but they couldn't understand it.

Xue Zhu walked into the crowd, grabbed Zhengdan Qian Xiaoyu's wrist, and pulled him closer.Ask: "The girl is here?" This is the opening line of the drama of worshiping the moon. Qian Xiaoyu has no face, clear eyebrows, gentle and fair.He closed his lips tightly and bowed his head in silence.

Xue Zhu asked again: "A flower is more beautiful than a beautiful face, where is it not pitiful?" Qian Xiaoyu threatened in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Xue Zhu took out a small jade bottle from his arms, flicked his fingers, and flicked three drops of soul water.Then he grabbed Qian Xiaoyu and knelt down on the ground.The two of them were on the ground with both knees, when Qian Xiaoyu's dantian was suddenly filled with smoke, and after a short while, a large group of gray shadows gathered and rushed towards Xue Zhu in a menacing manner.

Qian Xiaoyu broke away from Xue Zhu, with a grim face: "Midget your own business! I will break your bones and tendons, and you will be disabled for the rest of your life!"

Xue Zhu smiled.The gray shadow tried several times, but couldn't get away.Fleeing in a hurry, Xue Zhu made a move with his left hand, the white porcelain bowl trembled, and the leaves gathered towards the center suddenly without wind.

Everyone backed away in fright and gathered into a pile.The gray shadow couldn't rush out, so he had to turn around and plunge back into Qian Xiaoyu's dantian.

Xue Zhu narrowed his eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is he?"

Qian Xiaoyu protected his dantian with one hand, clenched his fist tightly with the other, and shouted: "What's your business?! They all deserve to die!!"

A word came from the crowd, Dong Junsheng?It must be Dong Junsheng...Qian Xiaoyu turned his head away suddenly, looked at them one by one, and asked sinisterly: "You still dare to mention him? Why do you have the face to mention him? You forced him to death!! "

The children of Liyuan have always come from poor families.Everyone in the world knows that there is no seniority or inferiority on the stage. It is common for grandparents to play husband and wife, and brothers to play father and son.If you have studied opera, you will be of humble origin, and you will not be allowed to take the imperial examination for three generations.Therefore, as long as there is some way to survive, the children are not sent to the theater troupe.

Qian Xiaoyu and Dong Junsheng grew up in Licheng Theater since they were young.Once born, clean and ugly, with hands, eyes, body and steps.The whole day is full of romance, infatuation and love.Qian Xiaoyu is a well-known ten-year-old red in the city because of her soft and beautiful appearance and bright voice. He has been singing Zhengdan since he was 12 years old, and has a nickname called Yu Meiren.

Dong Junsheng, originally called Dong San, was promoted to a student in the class, so he got his scientific name.In the beginning, the three raw characters took turns, and they could sell tickets only under the guise of Qian Xiaoyu.

Later, as soon as he sang about private life, hairpin flower worship and other dramas, Qian Xiaoyu called out to play with Dong Junsheng.Gradually, Dong Junsheng also became popular in singing, and the two of them were on the same stage, and the audience must be full of warehouses and grains, and the audience applauded.

A few years later, Qian Xiaoyu was 16 years old. Fortunately, he didn't lose his position, and his voice was still firm and soft, round and sweet.Dong Junsheng is 15 years old, tall and tall, and his appearance is becoming more and more chic and handsome, with an air of grace.

The theater troupe overturned the stage, built a small courtyard, and the wind flourished.It's just one thing that makes the class leader feel like a thorn in his throat.

Qian Xiaoyu and Dong Junsheng went out and in together every day, slept and ate together.Then the jokes are too much, and there is no distinction between people and dramas!Finally, in the early spring, people inadvertently bumped into a good thing.In the middle of the day, the clothes of the two of them were completely stripped, their lips and teeth met, their buttocks and hips were swollen, and they were still promiscuous in the daytime!

It is a taboo to cut off the sleeves and divide the peaches in the troupe!They were beaten up and detained separately.

Qian Xiaoyu didn't know what to do, and Dong Junsheng was ashamed and angry.

In the opera troupe, it can be said that it is easy to get in a thousand lives, but hard to find once.The head teacher and the manager both wanted to assign Dong Junsheng.Followed the example, the brothers and the little boy who adjusted the oil paint and put on the clothes all trampled and humiliated Dong Junsheng.Before January, Dong Junsheng hanged himself and died.

Qian Xiaoyu sneered again and again: "If I didn't want to see you happy, I would have gone with Junsheng. Fortunately, he thought of me and came back to help me! Hahaha! Don't think about any of you!"

Xue Zhu asked in a daze: "What kind of relationship do you have with him?"

Qian Xiaoyu raised her head and said as a matter of course: "Of course they are husband and wife!"

The class leader blows his beard and stares: "You two are men, what kind of couple are you doing?!"

Qian Xiaoyu smirked: "Childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart. Wen Ding is hired, and Na Cai asks for his name. Except that we are all orphans and have no parents. What are we missing?"

Xue Zhu asked again: "Have you paid homage?"

Qian Xiaoyu said: "Of course! We go to church every day! Why did we get married? Fortunately, we don't need a matchmaker!"

The head teacher showed shame and indignation: "Shameless! I'm ashamed for you!"

Qian Xiaoyu cast a glance at him: "That's not what you said when you sold me the tickets! I've been a disciple for three years, and my body was held to prevent me from leaving. Are you ashamed at that time?"

Xue Zhu raised his hands, and quickly retracted them.Qian Xiaoyu's dantian trembled, and Dong Junsheng forced his shape into a blur.He's just a half-awake haunted ghost with little power when he's not rushing.Suppressed by pure yang synaesthesia, Xue Zhu's mind is immersed in his body.

After a while, Dong Junsheng frowned deeply, his eyes were tightly closed, and his face was distorted.With his left hand pressed against his heart, he was unable to stand steadily, with his back arched and his waist slumped.Ghosts don't have tears, but everyone can see that Dong Junsheng is trembling and crying.Tearing the liver and lungs, crying blood from the heart.

Qian Xiaoyu went up to meet him, flustered: "Junsheng, what's wrong with Junsheng? Why are you so sad, don't cry! I'm here, I'm here! Junsheng..."

Dong Junsheng looked up, Xue Zhu's face was like stagnant water, silent.Not long after, Dong Junsheng couldn't stand upright, fell to the ground and bowed to Xue Zhu.Qian Xiaoyu suddenly came to his senses, turned around and bowed down: "My lord, let him be spared! My lord is very capable, let him go. I am willing to pay for my life for my brother!" After saying that, he grabbed the ground with his head, and there was a loud noise.

Xue Zhu pulled him up, and said calmly: "I didn't do anything, he just felt my mood at this time." After speaking, he took a few steps away, let go of his thoughts, and sighed deeply.

Dong Junsheng gradually turned around, looking back at Qian Xiaoyu, his eyes were fascinated, gentle and quiet.He didn't have any intention of harming others at all, but Qian Xiaoyu rushed to other people's body with jealousy and unwillingness in his heart when he saw Qian Xiaoyu worshiping with others.So that they can no longer play with Qian Xiaoyu.

Qian Xiaoyu deliberately got revenge, so he deliberately got close to other people, and again and again, condoned Dong Junsheng to hurt others.Fortunately, neither of them had any serious evil intentions, and no one was killed.

Xue Zhu asked from a distance: "Dong Junsheng, why don't you go to reincarnation?"

Dong Junsheng replied with some difficulty: "I like him, I like him. Be with him."

Xue Zhu said again: "I can't rest in peace, I can't get out of the city of death in vain. I can't say, I have to walk in the endless hell."

Dong Junsheng was extremely resolute, and he said every word: "I shouldn't have left him. The world slandered me, and I should have suffered with him. Even if I fall into hell forever, this crime cannot be redeemed."

With tears in his eyes, Qian Xiaoyu murmured: "Junsheng, you go, I'll live a good life! We, we, in the next life..."

When Dong Junsheng looked at him, his face was rippling, and he smiled softly: "What if you can't meet him in the next life? You haven't finished this life yet. If you make you lonely for the rest of your life, I'm afraid I will never pass."

Xue Zhu looked at the class leader, the old class leader sighed and shook his head, and promised to let Qian Xiaoyu leave the teacher, stay or leave in the future, it is up to you.

It was just after noon the next day, and there were not many people in the theater.Qian Xiaoyu thanked Xue Zhu and sang a poppy song for him.

He has a light hooked face and thick thrushes.Pull the hair high and dress up as a female crown.With a shake of the dust whisk, he opened his mouth and sang: "A young man's beauty is better than Qiongying's. Sooner or later, he will be clean."The lotus crown is stable, the hairpin is stable, the grate is horizontal, and the sleeves are fluttering. The green clouds are light, and it is difficult to paint.

Xue Zhu was surprised, Qian Xiaoyu turned around slowly, and blinked his right eye lightly at Xue Zhu who was in the background.

Xue Zhu took a closer look at the libretto, and it seemed as if it was a lifetime away.

Suddenly, at the gate of the theater, a white-clothed Taoist turned in, with a long sword on his back, with a clear demeanor.It's just a dusty look with a worried look on his face.

Xue Zhu let go of the curtain of the general's door, his chest was beating like a drum, and his breath was in chaos.Before thinking too much, he jumped out of the backstage window.

Xue Zhu was walking in the alleys, trembling all over, with severe pain in his heart.Neither dare to stay, nor dare to run.It took a while to recover and take a closer look.There are many back doors of shops in the alley, he rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and walked towards one of them.

Qian Xiaoyu didn't see Xue Zhu, so it wasn't interesting, and he stopped singing at Xia Que, and returned to the backstage with his movements.

The Taoist priest in white with his sword on his back looked around and sighed.Also turned around and left.

The days of summer are long, and at Xu time, the sky is not yet completely dark.

Those who can do evening trading can't wait.Early in the morning, the red light is shining brightly, and the fairy music is fluttering.Entering the building, the stars are shining, and the green clouds are disturbing.

Xue Zhu changed into a black dark coat, covered with black gauze and half-length arms.His hair was loose, except for a braid at the top of his head, thrown back.Sit at a table in the corner and drink by yourself.

When he was young, he would drink, but at that time it was a task, and he felt sour and spicy, which was unspeakably miserable.Later, he practiced Taoism and did not drink alcohol.

Tasting slowly today, I seem to understand why some people are so addicted to wine that they cannot extricate themselves.A mouthful of yellow soup went down, warming from the throat to the chest, as if reaching out and kneading it.After drinking a few cups, my heart felt numb and throbbing, and it didn't hurt so much.The throat is unblocked and not blocked.

There are two female singers on the stage in the hall, singing a new song at the moment.At the beginning, I was looking for plums in the snow, and the early spring was expected to be chilly.After a while, it was warmed up with deep wine, and no one could see it.Singing and singing, the two teased each other, touched their cheeks, picked out earrings, stretched their kimonos, and stomped on embroidered shoes.The men in the audience applauded deafeningly.

Xue Zhu smiled, this trick has not been changed for many years.

This is actually a brothel!Xue Zhu has always been taboo about his family background, and he avoids Qinlou Chuguan and Goulan Washe.So he purposely hid here, expecting that person would never come here to look for him.

Xue Zhu drank like this for a whole night in a daze, but he never passed out.The initial numbness passed, my heart felt like a knife was piercing, my chest was tight and short of breath.After drinking, I feel sad, and I am lonely.Xue Zhu had the urge to knock himself out with a palm!

Before dawn, Xue Zhu staggered into an embroidery room. The girl in the room stepped forward to help her, but Xue Zhu dodged and fell asleep with her clothes on.

This scene of yellow beams, I slept until Xushi the next day, and it was getting dark again.Xue Zhu took out a few silver sticks and threw them on the bedside, and wandered out.

There was a new show on stage today, and it was actually a man and a woman singing face to face.The man has a good voice, and the woman has a soft body, so she is about to hang on the man.Xue Zhu found another corner and ordered two jars of rice wine.

After drinking a few cups, the stars will be blurred and the red lips will be bright.He was three points more handsome than the boys on the stage.

Before he could drink any more, there was a charming girl with a navy blue collar and a white horse-face skirt, sitting at his table.He took the remaining wine in his cup and drank it down.Xue Zhu ignored it, poured another glass by himself, and took a slow sip.

The girl smiled: "My lord drank all night last night, what's on your mind?"

Xue Zhu smiled lazily, and asked: "Miss Fang's name? How much is your head wrapped?" This sentence was extremely frivolous, almost equivalent to cursing.

The girl didn't care, stroked her long hair, and replied boldly: "My name is Pei Jiu, it's just a wrap around my head, look at your logo."

Xue Zhu was stunned, laughed loudly, drank half of the wine in his hand, and handed the remaining half to Pei Jiu.The girl took it, twirled the wine glass, and deliberately drank the remnants of the wine with the watermark he had drunk.

Xue Zhu asked: "How old is Miss?"

Pei Jiu smiled coquettishly, "I'm afraid he's a few years older than Young Master."

Xue Zhu raised his lips: "I will look like this in another 100 years."

Pei Jiu's eyes flickered: "Master, you are joking, then there will be someone who will remain young forever, with a youthful appearance."

Xue Zhu's face darkened, he took a few breaths, and his voice trembled: "I never lie..."