Si Nian is like a play

one

In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, at the end of spring, the city of Nanjing looked peaceful, singing and dancing.

Zhou Moqin sat in the private seat on the second floor of the Liyuan, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently. The play hadn't even started yet, and the noisy discussions around him made him very unhappy.He is not a person who likes to watch dramas at all, and those babbling, compared to him, it is better to deal with military affairs at ease.If it wasn't for being so noisy by the woman next to him, he should be drinking coffee in the quiet and empty Young Marshal's Mansion right now.

"Since you're all here with me, can't you be happier? Today is "The Romance of the West Chamber." Li Qingqing was somewhat dissatisfied with his impatient attitude.

"Aren't they all singing operas, what's the difference." He didn't care much, no matter what he said, "The Story of the West Chamber and the Story of the East Chamber", in his eyes, they were all melodrama.

"What do you know, "The Romance of the West Chamber" is Mr. Yun's famous song." Li Qingqing was quite proud.

"Mr. Yun?"

"Yun Zisu, you don't even know about this pillar of the pear garden, but you are still from Nanjing City."

Zhou Moqin picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. It's not strange that he doesn't know an opera singer.While thinking about it, a few drums sounded next to my ears, and the whole garden suddenly fell silent. Accompanied by a few rhythmic drums, a man in a thick ink and a long coat with long sleeves appeared on the stage. applause.

Zhou Moqin leaned on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes and looked at the people on the stage, as if he wanted to see clearly what his extraordinary abilities were.

"—□□Pleasantly amuse oneself,

The boudoir enjoyed a moment of leisure.

Fragrance and dust pass through the courtyard,

The parrot laughed and said—"

As soon as Hong Niangfu opened his voice, Zhou Moqin sat up straight unconsciously. This voice is mellow and agile, with thousands of turns, which is what the ancients said. It is really a good voice.He looked at the slender man on the stage, his eyes fluttered under his pink face, and with his provocative voice, he brought the matchmaker to life.From then on, his eyes never left that person, every frown, smile, every move, all under his nose, showing charming.

At the end of the song, the matchmaker walked briskly to the backstage, and the people who listened to the play were still unsatisfied, and burst into applause.Even if Young Marshal Zhou doesn't listen to the show, he still knows the rules that this person won't be on stage again today.

"Adjutant, please send me a flower basket backstage to Mr. Yun." Li Qingqing politely instructed Zhou Moqin's accompanying adjutant.

"Okay." The adjutant responded and turned to leave.

"Give ten." Zhou Moqin called to stop him.

"Ten? In Miss Li's name?" The adjutant's eyes were full of surprise.

"No." Zhou Moqin took a sip of tea and said lightly, "In my name."

The adjutant stopped talking and left quickly.Li Qingqing was puzzled and said: "Isn't it that I don't like to listen to operas? Today is generous."

"He deserves these ten flower baskets." Zhou Moqin still looked at the stage while speaking, the singer had already changed, and he didn't listen to a word of what he sang.

"You never gave me a gift."

"You should ask your fiancé to give it to you."

"I don't like him." Li Qingqing was a little anxious, "This marriage was decided by my father. We grew up together. You should understand my intentions."

"Qingqing, you don't need to let me know who you like or not. In my heart, you are just my sister."

Li Qingqing became angry from embarrassment, blushed without saying a word, stood up and walked away on high heels, Zhou Moqin didn't look back.Since she didn't have that thought, it would be good to cut off her thoughts as soon as possible.

"Young Marshal, the flower basket has already been delivered, and the team leader came to thank you."

"Let him in."

The adjutant led an old man who looked a bit old and walked in. The old man was wearing a long gown, his eyes were full of awe, "I don't know how young Marshal Zhou is coming, it's really disappointing."

"The head teacher doesn't need to be too polite. I'm just here to listen to the play. Mr. Yun really lives up to his reputation."

"Thanks to the love of the young commander, Zisu is a little tired, so he sent me here to express his gratitude to the young commander." The old head teacher spoke with sincerity, and no one could find fault.

Zhou Moqin raised his eyes, "You're welcome. Since the play is over, I'll leave first, and the host will stay."

After stepping out of the gate of the pear garden, it was already dark, and the adjutant reminded as he opened the door, "Accordingly, a guest sent ten flower baskets, so he should have come out to express his thanks in person."

"It seems that this Mr. Yun is not an ordinary person." Zhou Moqin leaned on the back seat of the car, twirling the ring in his hand, "Go and investigate this man named Yun Zisu, I want to know everything about him."

"Yes."

The car had already driven to the street, Liyuan was left far behind, Zhou Moqin closed his eyes, and went through the words he hadn't said in his mind.

I even want to know how his voice will be ecstasy on the bed.

The backstage of Liyuan was as messy as usual, people rushing to the stage, those busy taking off their makeup were in a mess, Su Sinian naturally didn't have to be mixed in with this group of people, his independent dressing table was in another room backstage, now At that time, the door of the room was surrounded by ten flower baskets. Since he received so many flower baskets when he became famous, it has been a long time since no one has thought about it.

He wiped off the heavy makeup on his face one by one, and listened to the group leader babbling, "I have already thanked you, and he left, Zisu, he is not an ordinary person, you should go out and meet yourself. "

"Whoever he is, this flower basket was given by him voluntarily. I must see him for whatever I do. If everyone sees me, I won't be able to sing anymore." Although his voice was not as clear as that of the woman in the play, his voice was still Still clean and pleasant, with a unique taste.

"You should be a famous actor, otherwise, with your aloof personality, if it weren't for the famous actor, how long could you have stayed in this troupe?" The host complained helplessly.

"That's your blessing." Su Sinian smiled lightly, his half-removed makeup was bright and moving.

"Brother, when can I receive so many flower baskets?" A twelve or thirteen-year-old child squeezed into his dressing room at some point, and touched the row of flower baskets at the door enviously.

Su Sinian pulled him to her side, picked up a pen to paint his unpainted eyebrows, and said gently: "As long as you work hard, there will come a day, Bao, don't be too aggressive in everything, especially singing, you must Take it step by step."

"Yes, Ah Bao remembered, when will you teach me to sing, brother?"

"Now then."

A few intermittent singing voices floated out from the background, one mature and the other immature.The last play on the stage had also ended, and the audience dispersed in twos and threes. After the excitement, the Liyuan was left in a mess.

In the Marshal's Mansion, Zhou Moqin was sitting behind the desk, flipping through the military affairs that had just been reported in the morning, and listening to the adjutant's report to him.

"Yunzisu's original name was Su Sinian. Yunzisu was his stage name. He was 22 years old. He was not from Nanjing. His parents died early. He followed his master to Nanjing and entered Liyuan. He made his debut three years ago with a song " "The Romance of the West Chamber" swept the entire city of Nanjing, and now many people from other provinces come here just to listen to him."

"Do you have a wife?"

"Not married."

Zhou Moqin put his hand on the back of the chair and tapped lightly. After a moment of contemplation, he raised his hand to the adjutant, "Go and buy a ticket to go to Liyuan tonight."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go." The adjutant said.

Hearing this, Zhou Moqin raised his eyes and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

"Boss Wang's son wants to invite Mr. Yun to perform at his house, but Mr. Yun refuses. That Mr. Wang is bringing thugs to make trouble in Liyuan now! The class leader has no choice but puts up a sign that he is out of business."

"The son of Wang Tianyuan, the head of the Nanjing Chamber of Commerce?" Zhou Moqin frowned slightly.

"Exactly." The adjutant replied respectfully.

Zhou Moqin tapped the pen on the desk, closed the military folder, picked up a dark green cloak, and said in a deep voice, "Prepare the car and go to the Liyuan."

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