Tang Qianyan

"The ice wheel on the island was just turning, and I saw the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit rose to the east early. The ice wheel is away from the island, the universe is very bright, and the bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace..."

In the empty Chengyin theater building, there were librettos repeatedly, and the lingering sounds lingered for three days without a break.

Tang Qianyan put on light red makeup and wore a plain water-sleeved gown. Standing in the middle of the stage, she had a graceful figure and a delicate singing voice.

There is no audience, it is deserted and clear; there are no lights, there are only shadows; there is no Jinghu and suona, and the spare opera words echo.

Tang Qianyan came to the stage at Chenshi, singing Si Fan, Yu Tang Chun, Suo Lin Nang, Drunken Concubine, Du Shiniang, Yu Yufeng... He didn't stop at all until his voice became hoarse.

He just wanted to sing all those plays.

When he sang to the extreme, he seemed to hear the ancient and lengthy sigh of the master again; he saw the bustling audience, and among the crowds, a cheer full of enthusiasm, mixed with laughter, closely integrated with the huge theater building together.

The crowd came and faded like a tide, faded and came again, like a silent black-and-white movie, and the actor on that stage was like a big background, no matter who came or went, he would never stop Go on singing, and slowly decay along with the theater building.

The last time, the crowd faded away and did not come back, only a young boy was left, curled up by the side of the stage, watching him sing intently, his eyes sparkling.

Tang Qianyan recognized that it was her young self. The young man gradually grew up, put on costumes, took the stage, sang Xiaosheng, beat Wusheng, and even clown, and finally changed into women's clothes, never changing.

"Persuade the king to drink wine and listen to Yu's songs, to relieve the king's sorrow and dance..."

When Zhao Yuhua rushed to the theater building, Tang Qianyan was holding a long sword and singing Farewell My Concubine. He had already entered the theater, and Zhao Yuhua didn't respond to calling him a few times.

Tang Qianyan's voice was a little hoarse, but her figure was complicated and beautiful, and Zhao Yuhua was amazed by every sword and dance.

He seems to use up his life to sing all the plays.

"The Han soldiers are already on the ground, besieged on all sides and singing.

When the king is exhausted, what is the life of a concubine! "

Tang Qianyan holds a long sword in front of her neck, intending to kill herself.

Zhao Yuhua couldn't tell whether he was acting or reality, and he shouted in palpitations: "No! Qianyan! Don't!"

No one responded, the long sword quickly slashed across the neck, and then fell to the ground, accompanied by a crisp "ding dong", the show was over.

Tang Qianyan slowly came back to her senses, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Zhao Yuhua running towards him.

It was just a play. After Zhao Yuhua realized this, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had cut off the rest of his life. He ran to Tang Qianyan's side, grabbed Tang Qianyan's long sleeves, and said after a while, "Come back with me."

"Yuhua," Tang Qianyan said in a hoarse voice, "it's the last scene, let me finish singing."

"What do you mean!" Zhao Yuhua hurriedly asked, "What is the last scene!"

"Yuhua, after finishing this last song, I, Tang Qianyan, will never be on stage again." Tang Qianyan spoke clearly and slowly.

"Why, why?" Zhao Yuhua asked.

Tang Qianyan gave a bleak smile and didn't answer.

Even if he was physically and mentally injured and exhausted, he still had to do it, because this was Li Shunming's long-cherished wish.

Zhao Yuhua and Tang Qianyan have been friends for many years, so he naturally knows the weight of the sentence "not to go on stage again", but he can also clearly understand that Tang Qianyan is not joking, so he can't persuade him.

Tang Qianyan's last song was "Picking Up the Jade Bracelet".

This one is about the love at first sight between Sun Yujiao, a dan role, and Fu Peng, a sheng role, and it is also the play that Tang Qianyan was singing when she first met Li Shunming.

"Seeing the young man throwing his jade bracelet away,

So that my little slave can hang on my heart.

Tang Qianyan saw Li Shunming's smiling face again in the warm spring. It was as bright as a thousand suns, so bright that it made people want to cry.

"May he send his matchmakers soon,

The two of us are destined to marry each other and make friends with each other..."

"Tang Qianyan." Li Shunming just smiled and called his name, which was frozen in memory forever.

Tang Qianyan sang so many plays, but this one, from the beginning to the end, was never involved in the play. Li Shunming's eyebrows and eyes became clearer and his heart ached even more when he sang a line.

Tang Qianyan sang with all her strength, leaned over and coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Zhao Yuhua turned pale with shock, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Tang Qianyan, only to realize that Tang Qianyan's hands were unbelievably cold, and quickly called out: "Qianyan!"

Tang Qianyan closed her eyes, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

Li Shunming followed Ling Han silently.

From the edge of the city to the wilderness, from the wilderness to the forest, Li Shunming felt that he hadn't seen such greenery for a long time. The branches were dense, and the sun was mottled when it hit the ground. Occasionally, he heard a few birds chirping.

The further you go, the deeper the scenery becomes. The light emerald green gradually turns into a thick dark blue color. The light is covered by the forest, and the sky is darker, but Linghan has no intention of staying at all.

There was a bit of indifference in Li Shunming's eyes, he didn't know where Ling Han was taking him, and he didn't ask.

After walking a little further, Ling Han suddenly asked, "Are you tired?"

Li Shunming raised his eyes, fixedly looked at Ling Han, and did not speak.

Ling Han looked away and said, "It's almost here."

"Yes." Li Shunming responded without saying a word.

"Bai Lao wants you to change your appearance. When you get to the place, you will no longer be you." Ling Han said.

Li Shunming followed behind, so he couldn't see Linghan's expression clearly, but heard Linghan say again: "I don't know if you understand..."

There was a little hesitation at the end of the sound.

"I understand that Li Shunming is dead, died in the fire." Li Shunming's voice could not hear any emotion.

Bai Lao called him away yesterday and asked him to choose another name for himself. He took the pen and wrote the word "no life".

Shun Ming died, Bai Wusheng.

Just cut off everything so cleanly, without even any nostalgia.

Ling Han felt a little unbelievable, but he didn't say anything more, and walked some more, turned around a bamboo forest, and a small road opened up in front of the two of them.

At the end of the path is a small house.

Ling Han and Li Shunming came to the house, knocked on the door, only heard a "squeak", and a stooped woman came out.

The man raised his head slightly, which surprised Li Shunming, because he saw a beautiful girl's face on an old body.

"Who's coming?" the woman said, her voice was low and old.

Ling Han pointed to Li Shunming, and replied respectfully, "Thank you."

The woman looked at Li Shunming for a while, took half a step back, and said, "Come in."

Li Shunming walked a few steps, but found that Ling Han hadn't followed, and when he turned his head, the door of the house had already been closed by the woman.

The light in the room is not good. It can be seen that a large wooden bed is placed in the middle, and there is a very strong smell of herbs permeating the air.

"Lie down." The woman spoke again.

Li Shunming frowned and asked, "What is this for?"

The woman stared at Li Shunming in silence.Her face can really be called stunning, with red lips and bright teeth, and clear eyebrows, but the turbidity of the vicissitudes of life cannot be erased in a pair of eyes, which can only be settled after living many years.

Li Shunming suddenly understood what to do.

Change names, change identities, change...faces.

What Bai Lao wants is to completely obliterate Li Shunming's existence.

Li Shunming pursed his lips, slowly approached the big bed in the room, lay down on it, and closed his eyes.

He heard the old voice say: "Your face shape is very good..."

A cold hand brushed across his brow bone, and the voice said again: "The eyebrows should be sharper, it won't be bad, this kind of facial reshaping won't be bad..."

The cold hand hooked Li Shunming's cheek again: "The cheeks will no longer be so gentle, the lip line should be sharper..."

"No one will recognize you anymore." Li Shunming heard her say.

"This face is gone forever and ever."

"Are you really ready?"

Completely cut off from everything that ever was.

Li Shunming thought, if he wants to take revenge, then there should be nothing to remember about the past.

For no reason, a face appeared in his mind.

After all, he will forget about him, after all, he will not understand Li Shunming's liking, he will not understand Li Shunming's kiss when he said such strange words when they met for the last time.

It doesn't matter, Li Shunming is going to die soon.

"I'm ready." The voice was flat, without emotion or enthusiasm.

What kind of expression would Tang Qianyan show if he knew that what Li Shunming thought of before he died was his appearance in an opera?Bai Wusheng couldn't help but think.