When will I see the man in my dream again

In the winter of the 22nd year of the Republic of China, Beiping.

"Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers! Thank you, Boss, for the last Liyuan opera before leaving the cabinet, Farewell My Concubine!"

"Toutiao! Toutiao! Thank you, Boss, for leaving Liyuan!"

The little boy in a coarse blouse was jumping and running on the busy long streets of Beiping, with a faded blue cloth bag on his shoulder, waving a newspaper in his right hand and yelling.Born at the wrong time, at a young age, you have to go out to do business in exchange for a few coppers to support yourself.

Go straight along the long street from Jianguomen, turn two corners, and you will find the largest pear garden in Peking.Rows of foreign cars are parked here, and the rickshaw driver is squatting on the opposite side of the street, smoking a pipe, waiting for the distinguished guests who come out to enjoy their meals.

There are three floors in the pear garden, and now my son is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the little servants are running around to greet him, and they dare not neglect at all.

The old prince, Yuan Datou, a well-known literati and politician, has to behave well when he comes here. This is the rule of Liyuan.

The bronze mirror as long as her body is round and shiny. The person in the mirror is wearing a yellow cloak, with long hair loose, wearing a rhinestone face mask inlaid with pearls, and her face with powder and daisy is magnificent. The peach-blossom eyes hooked up, they were narrow and charming phoenix pupils.

Her gestures and gestures in the bronze mirror are indescribably moving.

A man in a black tunic suit stood behind Xie Bingyuan, looking at the shadow in the bronze mirror with fascination in his eyes.

"Yuan'er, tomorrow is your and my wedding day. I have something to do today, so I'll leave first." Lin Cuo, who was wearing glasses, stood behind Xie Bingyuan, talking to her in a low voice.

"Let's go quickly." Lin made a mistake, turned around and left the pear garden.

Lin Cuo loves her very much. Since she started to sing on stage, he has never been absent from her performances a few times. He is honest, honest and responsible. From all aspects, he is the most suitable husband-in-law.

only……

Xie Bingyuan stood up, gathered a very luxurious imperial concubine dress with carvings, patterns and diamonds inlaid with her hands, and looked at the empty second floor through the stage.

"Thank you, boss. I heard that this is the last show for you. All the guests are here. The first and third floors are full of people..." The servant ran over. There were already a lot of guests at this moment, and she didn't understand why Boss Xie insisted on keeping the second floor empty.

"Empty the second floor." Xie Bingyuan turned her head slightly, and the candles blown by the breeze made her powdered face flicker in the light.He uttered each word slowly, with a nice voice, like a luthier plucking the strings, and a piece of ice beads fell from the sky.

Boss Xie's voice, Boss Xie's face, these past ten years have always been the second best in Liyuan.

"This... there are more and more guests..." The servant was a little embarrassed.

"Empty!" Xie Bingyuan turned around and gave him a sideways look with her phoenix eyes.

"Yes..." The boy hurriedly stepped back with his head down.

She walked to the wall, outside the sound of gongs and drums was already ringing again and again, and the guests couldn't hold back their discussions anymore, they couldn't wait any longer.She took off Yu Ji's saber and pinned it to her waist, gathered her robe, raised the curtain, and walked to the stage.

There was a round of applause.

Just after entering the old city wall of Beiping, a long line of people and horses were full of wind and dust, and their horseshoes stepped in the snow water, splashing mud spots along the way.

The leader of the team, a Mercedes-Benz car, suddenly died on the spot, motionless.

Black boots stepped out of the car, and a woman came down wearing a dark green military overcoat, holding a cigarette in her hands, squinting her eyes to start a fire, turned her head and exhaled smoke, squinting her eyes under her long eyebrows: "Trash."

The driver nodded and bent down to check the situation, scratching his head and not knowing what to say.Looking away, he realized that he was not as tall as the woman who stood up straight.

"I've been walking for a day...the car is out of gas..." the driver stammered, squinting at the woman with the gun.

"General Shen" Shen Jing who was following behind handed over the reins of the horse.Shen Qingjue flicked the cigarette butt on the ground, grabbed the rope and got on the horse without closing his coat, and ran all the way to Jianguomen with the cold wind blowing. People on the road were curious, who has such a heroic posture?Several older people whispered to each other.

"Isn't it General Shen?"

"Apart from General Shen, is there any woman in the whole country who will ride a horse into Peiping?"

The old Confucian scholar in long gown shook his fan, and the sour smell of late Qing literati rushed over his face. Even so, everyone nodded in conviction.

The sound of gongs and drums in the troupe could be faintly heard, and it was a rule to "open the play and close the play". The spectators who came in and out could not affect the sense of the play of the bosses, and the audience could not be called to play.

Shen Qingjue got off the horse in one step, her boots rattled on the long stone steps in the pear garden, and the cold wind blew up her long clothes, revealing the rest of her waist.

The two janitors were hesitant to stop this handsome and dignified guest, but the butler who heard the wind rushed to push them away and greeted them with his mouth open.

"General Shen? Rare, rare, please, please." The housekeeper leaned down, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.The two servants suddenly realized that it was General Shen.

Of the three female generals appointed by the President, one is in Shanghai and the other is in Guangzhou. The rest is the one in Beiping. Those who come have no eyesight and do not know.But why did this good guy suddenly come back?

Ever since Shen Qingjue stepped into the pear garden, the applause from the spectators has not stopped, she followed the butler up to the second floor without saying a word.

"Look, it's full of people today. The first and third floors can't be squeezed in. Boss Xie insisted on leaving the second floor empty, so he knew you were coming."

"Well, let's go down." The old housekeeper responded and withdrew.She was the only one left on the second floor.

There is a row of mahogany tables on the second floor. When the guests are tired from sitting, they can go up and stand in front of the railing to watch the actors on the stage. Looking down, there are only spectators on the second floor. Standing in front of the railing, you can have a panoramic view of the stage, and if you have better eyes, you can still see the subtle expressions of the people on the stage.

In the past, when Shen Qingjue came, he always had to reserve the entire second floor.

Shen Qingjue looked at everything in the Liyuan, and felt familiar. He had been entangled with the defense of the Kwantung Army for two years in Baishan Heishui, and he never forgot every plant and tree in the Liyuan.The garden is still this garden, and the play is still this play.

She walked to the railing, bowed her head amid applause from all the halls, and looked at Xie Bingyuan who was dressed in fancy clothes.

"Your Majesty is exhausted, my concubine He Qingsheng." Xie Bingyuan took out her sword and turned around beautifully, she was covered in silk and satin, and she did not stop. Standing in the middle of the stage, she saw Shen Qing standing on the second floor. Lord.

Not seeing each other for two years, she could still recognize Shen Qingjue at a glance. There was more murderous and coldness in her body, and less of the wantonness she had when we first met a few years ago. Xie Bingyuan sighed, and she still couldn't restrain her turbulent and painful heartbeat.

The accompanying sword fell to the ground with a clang, Yu Ji fell to the center of the stage, and the black-faced Xiang Yu knelt beside her and was dumbfounded.Clothes were covering her body, Xie Bingyuan smiled like Yu Ji at her on the second floor, it was sad and beautiful, it was Xiang Yu's smile that he didn't want to live anymore.

This is Boss Xie's last scene before leaving the cabinet?This was clearly Farewell My Concubine sung to her!

Shen Qingjue's eyes were a little bit dry, she took off her coat and put it on the mahogany round table, revealing her military uniform.She moved neatly, sat on the stool, crossed her legs and looked at Xie Bingyuan who was lying on the stage.

The drumbeat became more and more rapid, and the curtain followed the rhythm to cover the stage one by one, Shen Qingjue remained motionless, because her chest hurt even when she was breathing.

She sat for a long time facing the stage where the music was over, and when everyone had left, the curtains were parted again, and she didn't get up to leave.

"General Shen... Boss Xie is waiting for you in the building." The butler walked over quickly and handed a word.

Shen Qingjue waved his hand, the housekeeper hurriedly stepped back, she stood up and put on her coat, went downstairs and walked to the inner side of the pear garden.

The trees were full of withered peach blossoms, and the bare branches stood against the gray sky of Beiping. Shen Qingjue took a few steps and slowed down.There is a small building in the back garden of the Liyuan, and only Shen Qingjue has been there in the past ten years.A few years ago, she and Xie Bingyuan stood here looking at the peach blossoms, but they couldn't tell whether the peach blossoms bloomed in the garden or in Xie Bingyuan's eyes.

After going up to the small building and opening the door, Xie Bingyuan was sitting in front of the bronze mirror in Yu Ji's costume, and turned to look at her.

"General Shen is really fast enough. I thought you couldn't catch up." Xie Bingyuan washed her face full of ink and paint, and her gorgeous clothes set off her plain face, which was comparable to spring flowers.

"Thank you boss for playing, Qingjue dare not neglect." Shen Qingjue threw his coat on the table casually, sat on the table, and poured himself tea.

Xie Bingyuan pushed the tea away, hugged Shen Qingjue's neck, and sat on her slender legs.

"Thank you, boss, for your good means. One telegram exhausted my three good horses."

Shen Qingjue put his arms around Xie Bingyuan's slender waist, but turned his face away and refused to look at her who was so close.

Xie Bingyuan came closer, holding a jug of wine in her hand, poured a glass and handed it to Shen Qingjue.Shen Qingjue didn't even look at it, he held the carved cup and drank it with his head raised.

Xie Bingyuan blew into her ear, "I'm getting married tomorrow, what gift will General Shen give me?"

"Give birth to a precious child early, and live longer than Nanshan." Shen Qingjue pushed her away, turned his back to her and closed his eyes, but he couldn't suppress the deep and shallow cuts in his heart.The female general, who has never shed tears in her life, is now forced to lose control by Xie Bingyuan.

"In the past two years since the general left." Shen Qingjue stopped on his way to go out, turned his head sideways but controlled himself from turning around.

"Dignitaries come to my small building to talk all night, General, you have spent so much money in this troupe." Hearing this, Shen Qingjue suddenly turned his head and stared at her.

"Don't you want to touch me?" Xie Bingyuan, dressed in bright yellow, walked over and leaned under the tip of her nose.

Xie Bingyuan stood on tiptoe and kissed the center of Shen Qingjue's frowning brows, feeling pain from the light in her eyes.

The chin was pinched by slender fingers, Shen Qingjue's fingertips turned white, feeling her strength, Xie Bingyuan's face burst into a smile.

Shen Qingjue hugged her by the waist, blocked her lips with a fierce kiss, pulled off her cloak, and brought her down on the soft bed.The theater robes were thrown under the bed one by one. With a wave of Shen Qingjue's hand, there was a slight sound of breaking wind, and the electric lights went out in response.

Shen Qingjue pressed down his hands that were groping on her body, unbuttoned himself, and threw the military uniform out.

"What's in the wine, huh?" Shen Qingjue turned Xie Bingyuan's face away, and the two looked at each other in the dark, looking at each other's sparkling eyes.

"Hmm...something that makes you happy." Xie Bingyuan panted.

"This is Boss Xie's way of hospitality?" Shen Qingjue unbuttoned half of his shirt, and Xie Bingyuan held his collarbone. At this moment, General Shen was distraught.

"Just try...you will know." Xie Bingyuan hugged her slender waist.

It's winter in Beiping, and the night has already fallen.

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