I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

The grass grows and the warbler flies, it is the misty and rainy March.There is an endless stream of merchants coming and going from left to right in Chang'an City, in all seasons.There is an alley on Southwest Street, called Firework Alley.Jialefang was newly opened in Fireworks Lane, and the master who asked to teach took it as a common name, and it was Qiusifang after reading it.

You can tell from the name that Fireworks Lane is a land of love and moon. The youth of prostitutes is like fireworks. Only the moment of blooming is touching, and then it will pass with time, and eventually become old and pale.

The women in Firework Lane are all prostitutes, either forced by life, or abducted and trafficked. There are sufferings, but it is because the prostitutes have no intentions.

Because Xia Ziye was unable to open his mouth to talk with others, except for the necessary homework assigned by his master every day, the rest of the time was always sitting alone in the lotus leaf pavilion in the mansion, lying on the edge of the fence and teasing the koi in the lotus pond with a foxtail Play.

They are all good fry from the Western Regions, and all of them are red koi, which are extremely precious.

The days were long and boring, and Xia Hou was afraid that his daughter would ruin his fish if he went on like this, so he hired a musician to play music for her, and a juggling troupe to show her a circus.

Circus troupes come from all over the world to perform in Chang'an City to make money.Midnight was annoyed by the distorted faces. They imprisoned animals with yellow hair and thin limbs in cages, whipped them with thick whips, and forced them to perform.

The watery eyes and scars on the animals stung her.

She found Daddy and asked him to drive them out.

It began to spread in the market, saying that Xiahou's daughter is not only dumb, but also moody and aggressive.

Some people said with emotion, why did Xia Hou give birth to such a daughter?The family is unlucky.

Gossip is everywhere, no matter what dynasty it is in, it is a sharp knife that can penetrate people's hearts.

Xia Ziye covered his ears, pretending not to care, pretending not to hear.

Later, when she heard the Mi Yin played by the master of the Gongli Orchestra for the first time, her eyes gradually brightened, as if she had found another world, which was unforgettable for a long time.

Those melodies are cadenced and fascinating, as if all unspeakable emotions can be expressed to others in the form of playing music.

She took the initiative to mention to her father that she wanted to learn the piano, and Xia Hou followed her and found a world-renowned luthier to take her as an apprentice.

Qin is not easy to learn, and the slender strings will always leave bloodstains on her tender white hands.

She was so envious of Master, whose hands were like butterflies with wings, fluttering on the strings, and then playing those sultry tunes.

But why, why can't I learn it?

She sighed.

Confusion, sadness, low self-esteem, she never knew how to express these emotions, she just kept them in her heart.

Everyone knew at that time that Xiahou's eldest daughter, Xia Ziye, was dumb.This incident also became the subject of laughter among the officials.

That's right, I'm a mute, not only was I ridiculed, but I also lost my father's face.

Every time she thinks about it, she always hides in the boudoir secretly and wipes her tears.

The moon and stars in the sky don't talk, but why is she the only one who is looked down upon?

"Midnight, you haven't slept yet?"

It's my mother.

Every time she secretly wiped tears, mother would always come to her room, sit by her bed, wipe her tears with a handkerchief, and touch her head.

"Midnight, do you know why they laugh at you?" Mother asked her softly.

She nodded, pointing to her throat and shaking her head.

Because I can't speak.

"Midnight, do you know why you can't talk?"

Mother smiled at her, "That's because your voice is the best in Ziye."

"So someone is jealous of you and secretly took your voice."

"But the person who took your voice didn't know that you would be ridiculed by others."

"So Ziye, my mother tells you that in this world, there is a person who may be poor and not good-looking. But after she takes your voice, she can use your natural voice to sing and earn money to support herself .”

"Isn't that nice?"

She stared blankly at her mother, since she said so, she hoped that the girl who took my voice could live a good life.

She also burst into laughter.

That year, she was seven years old.

At the end of this year's Laba, Ziye followed her mother to the market to buy new year's goods.The city of Chang'an is decorated with lanterns and festoons, making it very lively.

She yawned, and Xiaobu followed closely behind her mother.Today's Yaoyang is not warm, and the north wind is blowing, piercing into people's collars.Ziye was always afraid of the cold, so she tightened the cloak on her body, breathed into the palms of her little hands, and rubbed them vigorously, which gave her some warmth.

Someone in the street is drawing sugar figures.The master chef has a goatee beard, scoops up a spoonful of honey with a wooden spoon, outlines the shape on the oiled paper, sticks it on the bottom with a stick, and when the sugar is dry, remove the oiled paper, and a sugar figurine is ready.

Mother bought one for her, Ziye squeezed it in her hand and gently stuck out her tongue to lick it, the sweetness entered her heart immediately.

Ziye looked up and suddenly heard someone playing a song, which was the beautiful melody "Yushu Houting Flower" that she had learned two days ago.The sound of the flute is melodious, as if reflecting the millennium years, and the sound of the flute is sobbing, full of the lingering and weak style of the south of the Yangtze River.

Master said that this piece of music was originally made by Emperor Chen of the Southern Dynasty.The words of the song are light and swaying, but the lingering sound is very sad.

It's a very skill-testing song.

Master has also played "Yushu Backyard Flower", but compared with the elegant tone of the piano, the effect of playing with the flute seems to be better.

Ziye shook his head slightly following the turn of the tune, a little fascinated.She searched for the sound, and inadvertently stepped into Firework Alley.

In the alley, there is the smell of the girl's rouge and gouache, the smell of the wine just opened, and the strange smell of not being named, all mixed together.Subconsciously, Ziye covered her nose with her sleeve.

There are people coming and going in the shop, one after another comes in after the front foot goes out, there are countless people, as if the threshold is about to be crushed.Some people were throwing punches, some were talking about books, and some were scolding at the door, making a lot of noise.

A young woman with a hairpin on her hair is standing outside the door in a brightly colored tulle skirt, her breasts and legs are unobstructed.They carefully looked at the coming and going guests with a few traces of charm in their eyes, smiled at them, acted like a baby to them, stretched out their fingers to hook the belts of those vulgar men, and bent the corners of their mouths to pull them in.

Heavy makeup, three thousand whitewashes, and alcoholic lyrics are beyond words.

Ziye walked among the crowd, she was a small one, but no one noticed her.

She smelled the intermittent sound of the flute, and followed into the innermost alley, the sound of the flute became more and more intense.

She stopped at the entrance of a music workshop. Outside the door, Ziye saw a woman playing the flute with her head bowed sitting in the middle of the hall, surrounded by judges.Seeing their clothes, they seem to be the children of rich families, sipping new tea with fans and listening to music with their eyes closed.

The woman looked very handsome, with her head slightly lowered and her eyes closed, so she seemed to have a bit of aura of non-eating fireworks when she looked at it alone.But compared to the stunning looks of the other prostitutes in Firework Lane, she can only be regarded as indifferent and inconspicuous.

She was sitting on a sandalwood chair, holding a plain white jade flute in her hand, wearing a plain long gown and skirt, sitting upright.Her long hair was tied into a bun, and she wore a flat silver hairpin in between.

At the end of the song, all the audience applauded and praised her skills.

She nodded and smiled, and when she was about to call it a day and leave the hall, she saw Zi Ye standing alone in the hall.

Ziye was still holding the little sugar figurine her mother bought for her, wearing a small jacket skirt and a red cotton cape, with two little buns on her head, looking straight at her.

Whose little sister is this, who would bring her to this kind of place.

She stepped down and pulled Ziye to her side, and asked the judges around her loudly.

"Whose child is this? Come and see."

They all shook their heads to express that they didn't know each other. She waved her hand, signaling them to break up and continue drinking tea.

"Miss Boss, who will perform the next song? That's "Drunken Red Mansion" which I spent 100 and [-] points on, don't let me screw it up." A man waving a fan stepped forward and said.

"My lord, don't worry, our musicians in Qiusifang are all experts, and we can't beat this brand." She smiled convincingly, "Your "Drunken Red Mansion" is Shuang'er's program, my lord, please listen carefully."

She waved to the backstage, and two guys came up holding Qin.They set up the qin table and lit the incense. A woman in pink came up to the stage and sat beside her. She had cleaned her hands in the background, and Shuang'er gently laid her hands on the qin strings.