Tang Qianyan

Li Shunming walked a little staggeringly, he forced himself not to recall Tang Qianyan's face anymore.

In a hurry, he didn't even see his expression clearly.

Why isn't he coveting Tang Qianyan? Li Shunming smiled wryly, it should be, we won't see each other again.

Fang went out of another alley, and Li Shunming continued to walk forward without stopping. He didn't go to the Feng's mansion many times, and he only took rickshaws, but at this time he found his way based on his impression.

He was penniless like this, and went to see Feng Wen empty-handed. Li Shunming smiled, but he probably didn't mind Feng Wen.

Feng Wen never minded the stupid things he and He Sheng did, he always maintained a gentle and refined appearance, and said things that were not shocking and endless.

Li Shunming still remembers the day when he first met Feng Wen, he and He Sheng were arguing with their classmates whether they should fully accept democracy and republic.

Feng Wen was wearing an old-style school uniform and gold-rimmed glasses. He listened to Li Shunming arguing with others for a while without saying a word, then walked to Li Shunming's side, and said to the opposite side: "Are you an idiot?"

Li Shunming smiled on the spot: "What's your name? Let's make friends."

Feng Wen probably doesn't like to participate in banquets, but as long as he is invited by Li Shunming and He Sheng, he will definitely be there. Shunming also said that he doesn't force to participate if he doesn't like it.

But Feng Wen just said: "It's not that I don't like parties, it depends on who I'm with."

The Feng family is a scholarly family. In the previous dynasty, the Feng family relied on the imperial examination to embark on an official career. In the Republic of China, the imperial examination was abolished, and they gradually declined.

But the inherited etiquette and scholarly spirit never faded.

Li Shunming had been to Feng's house several times before he found out that Feng Wen had a beautiful and lovely fiancée, the two were childhood sweethearts and had a good relationship, for which He Sheng was very envious.

The next intersection is the Feng family, and I have to apologize to Feng Wen, Li Shunming thought so, and quickened his pace.

Many years later, when Li Shunming recalled this day, all he could recall was the boundless white and black sky.

The white elegiac couplets, the white paper bundles, and the white funeral clothes are all like the snow in winter.

This day seemed to be a funeral, Li Shunming heard countless people crying, one after another, noisy and noisy, like the screams of ghosts and monsters.

The white candle burnt to ashes inch by inch, and the tin foil gave off a unique smell when the incense burnt, wrapped in a wisp of green smoke, rising up in a haze.

Then Li Shunming saw Feng Wen.

The black and white colors, inlaid in the photo frame, smiled as warmly and elegantly as ever.

He heard someone talking to him, as if he had exhausted his entire life, passing through the long time, the voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "My name is Feng Wen, and I will make you my friend."

Li Shunming turned around, trying to escape.

While stumbling, those black and white and everything at the funeral were left behind, getting farther and farther away.

Then he took an unsteady step, fell to his knees, and knelt on the cold ground.

Li Shunming covered his forehead and gasped for breath, those bloody colors reappeared, blooming coquettishly like the other shore flowers by the roadside of Huangquan.

"Feng Wen..." Li Shunming murmured, and finally couldn't hold on any longer, fell on the ground, and wailed loudly.

From then on, yin and yang were separated, and the king's face was not seen.

Tears wet his clothes, until he could no longer shed tears, Li Shunming slowly got up from the ground, his legs were as heavy as lead, and his mind went blank.

Let's go home, a light and shallow thought popped up, the storm is coming, you still have that shelter.

Li Shunming bit his lips tightly, and found the way home, but it was difficult.

What he didn't know at this time was that a torch, covered in gasoline, fell into the Li family mansion.

Li Shunming walked to the alley and realized something was wrong.

Someone ran out of the alley in a hurry, shouting: "It's on fire, it's on fire."

Li Shunming raised his head and saw the billowing black smoke billowing in the sky a little far away, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, that seemed to be the direction of his mansion.

Most of the surrounding houses were made of wood, and one family was on fire, which affected the fish pond. The more they ran in, the more panicked the people became.

There were those who ran away, those who called for help, and those who carried water. Li Shunming ignored them and ran against the flow of people.

Father, Liu Ma, Lao Zhang... should all be in the house, Li Shunming quickened his pace.

It'll be okay, it'll be okay...

Li Shunming ran staggeringly, every step was a little heavier than usual.

Turning the corner again is the Li family's mansion.

Li Shunming felt that he would never forget the scene in front of him until his death.

The fire was raging, enveloping the entire Li family mansion. The scorching flames burned up everything and licked the pale sky. The scorched wood made a crackling sound, with thick smoke and scorching heat. The fire was mixed with the sound of wanton whistling. , that intense burnt taste is almost suffocating.

Li Shunming heard sharp howls from the bottom of his heart, one after another, his mind went blank, but his body walked over involuntarily like a fire.

Step by step, Li Shunming walked very normally, as if he was going into the abyss of hell.

He saw the scorched lintel crashing down, and let the scorching smoke blacken his eyes. He thought he should go to the main hall first, to pay his respects to his father...

Someone stopped him: "I can't save him, you come with me."

Li Shunming turned his head and looked at the strange face: "What can't be saved?"

The man was taken aback, with a complex look on his face, he paused for a moment before saying: "I've been inside, the fire is too big, someone locked the door..."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Li Shunming interrupted him with a frown: "I'm going home, you can do what you want."

After that, he walked into the fire without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the back of the neck was hit hard, Li Shunming's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

Tang Qianyan was sitting in the room, raising her slender fingers to caress her lips. When the morning light was dim, Li Shunming kissed him.

The initial panic and embarrassment had gradually calmed down, Tang Qianyan lowered her hands and closed her eyes.

He asked him to never sing on stage again.

Tang Qianyan's thoughts drifted away. He remembered that when he was first sold into the theater troupe, it was winter, and the ground was snowing heavily, and the dripping water turned into ice.

He heard a long and old sigh resounding in the ancient theater building, and the master said: "When you enter the Liyuan, you make a living by playing, and you treat it like your life."

He was forced to take off his jacket and only put on a single shirt. He stood in the little white snow and in the huge courtyard, trembling, and said over and over again: "I went to Liyuan, and I made a living by performing. Life……"

The cold was almost desperate, but the master said, only in this way can we remember the prison.

Make a living by playing, wait for the play like life...

He really remembered it in his bones and never forgot it.No matter in the troupe supported by the support, or in the ruins of the late Qing Dynasty, or during the rapid changes of the Republic of China, he has been tirelessly looking for a stage.

On stage, acting out other people's lives, singing other people's words.

Play is the life of an actor, Tang Qianyan smiled, he thought, he should be able to give up for Li Shunming.

He met him, fell in love with him, and he kissed him like a miracle.

There is only this one person in the world, for whom I can take off the shackles of the world, take off the costume, take off the helmet, and never draw eyebrows or lips again.

Tang Qianyan held the pen, spread out the paper, and slowly wrote a few words:

Wish to match virtue, hand in hand.

Don’t fly, make me perish.

He put down the pen, put the paper into the envelope, called Rong Fu over, and said: "Send this letter to the Li family's mansion, just say today's young master of the Li family's request, I am willing to agree.

Rong Fu agreed and left.