After I die, I become the white moonlight in your heart

It was rainy and foggy in March in Qingdu, and Jiang Xu caught a cold as soon as he came out of his friend's club.It has only been a few days since he returned to Qing, and the original boys have been asking him out for two weeks. After two weeks of crazy fun, their enthusiasm has dropped, and then they are blown by the wet and cool wind outside the window, and they suddenly feel a little top-heavy.

He had only been fined for drinking before he came out, and at this time his mind was slightly fuzzy, and the mobile phone that had been left aside for a few days was vibrating beside him, as if he would not give up if he didn't answer it.

Jiang Xu closed his eyes and rested his mind, and then picked up the phone unhurriedly after a while.

He spoke lazily, skillfully moved the phone aside, and waited for her sister to finish yelling before continuing the other party's topic.

It wasn't just a day or two that his sister disliked him for being out of shape, but she was also a strong working woman, so she didn't have much time for discipline.The elders and descendants of the Jiang family were all girls, and they finally got a son like Jiang Xu, who was raised as an emperor since he was a child, and the Jiang family did inherit a large amount of property, which was accumulated by the ancestors. There is no shortage of wealthy families, and the Jiang family is a wealthy family among the wealthy families. The accumulated wealth is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"You are the one who has the most leisure at home, and you haven't looked at the old lady for so long after you've been back."

Jiang Xu squeezed the space between his eyebrows, he was pampered since he was a child, he was born with a handsome face, he had eaten foreign food for several years, and his every gesture gave him a gentlemanly demeanor, which tickled people's hearts and seemed to be difficult to get in touch with.

"I'll go back to see her right now, maybe I can have dinner with you later."

"I don't have time to have dinner with you," Jiang Mingyue scolded, "Did you even forget the old lady's birthday? Next Wednesday is the old lady's [-]th birthday. You will arrange the birthday celebration."

This time, Jiang Xu didn't shirk, and agreed to celebrate his birthday. On the way, he asked Jiang Mingyue about some situations, and finally ended the call peacefully in the center of the other party's dissatisfied complaints.Jiang Xu returned to his villa in Qingdu, and after taking a shower, he calmly contacted one of his friends.

The old man left very early, and he had two hobbies in his life, drinking tea and listening to operas. People of the older generation like to engage in these activities to cultivate their mood after retirement, so the old lady also likes to listen to operas when she misses the old man.He intends to arrange a play for the old lady to celebrate her birthday. If he wants to find a reliable theater troupe in Qingdu, a modern and developed city, he has to find someone to introduce him.

Fa Xiao clicked his tongue on the phone and said in a joking tone: "What kind of theater troupe are you looking for? You're already old. Why don't you bring a girlfriend over there? I think the old lady would like it better."

Jiang Xu sneered: "I'll give you the original words of this method. Worrying about me is worse than worrying about how those people in your family are urging you."

Fa Xiao was poked into a pain point and immediately shut up: "Then I'll find out for you, in what year and where are people still listening to the opera, isn't it good to watch it online?"

Jiang Xu told him not to talk nonsense, and to give him a message as soon as possible.

The next day, Jiang Xu asked the driver to take him to a place. The driver looked at the address for a while and didn't know where it was. He turned on the navigation and said with emotion: "There is such a remote place in Qingdu."

Jiang Xu has the troupe's information in his hand, the information is very complete, it is nothing more than a small troupe that has never been on stage, but its reputation is quite good.People from Qingdu Drama Theater all go to other provinces to participate in performances. If you can’t find famous ones, the next best thing is to find someone with word-of-mouth. But Jiang Xu has to check whether the reputation is true or not. My wife's birthday still needs to be organized.

Uva has white walls, and a thin mist hangs over the town, and the alleys are so small that cars can't even drive in.

Jiang Xu took the umbrella opened by the driver and told him to stay where he was and wait. His clothes and demeanor were out of tune with this small town, and when he stepped into the alley, he broke some atmosphere invisibly.

It wasn't raining, the air was indeed humid, and the water mist stuck to the tips of his hair and the exposed skin everywhere. Jiang Xu paused. His appearance attracted the attention of some passing aborigines, most of whom were Elderly old people poured out one after another from one direction, which happened to be the direction of his route.

These old people seem to be in a very happy mood, humming in their mouths, maybe they just finished listening to a play that suits their wishes.

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The team rehearsed for a while after performing today's play, and there was a bang, and there was a faint dispute.

"In what age is there still someone who is willing to calm down and listen to others singing—"

"Don't say that, don't we all have a show every day now, the audience is full of people."

The man sneered: "Is the seat full of old people? To put it nicely, the entrance ticket money they gave is not enough to subsidize our tea money and melon seeds. Now I am so poor that I can only earn the money of these elderly people. The money they earn It’s not enough to maintain our livelihood, and we can’t get enough to eat, so it’s better to break up today.”

The voice that originally wanted to comfort gradually weakened. Although the words were ugly, the truth was indeed the same. The words were harsh, and they couldn't even maintain their daily livelihood.

The young man was a little choked up as he spoke: "I'm not heartless. Master once said that if we survive, we will have a family. When we learn opera, it's all for the ancestors and masters to enjoy the food. We can sing and eat according to our ability. But now, but now It’s not that we can’t keep up with the times, and the times can’t accommodate us.”

Few people are willing to listen to opera now, the living consumption level in the city is high, and they can’t afford the rent of the venue, so they can only sing in this small town, singing and singing, empty of feelings, the more they sing, the more sentimental they are It cannot be eaten as a meal. Some people have old and young families and cannot pay wages. What should the family members do?

Probably feel that the life is hard, the younger children have red eyes, and when they are about to cry, they are scolded: "If you dare to shed a tear, you really have nothing to eat today."

The timbre is clear and clear, and it is a very unique voice. After being scolded by the visitor, there is a feeling of penetrating and inexplicable agitation.

The boy with red eyes looked at the person coming: "Brother Xiaoyan."

Yan Hui's expression was cold: "Call me brother, let's try a little more."

The boy silently closed his mouth, but slightly curved his red eyes, and smirked at Yan Hui.

The condensed atmosphere quickly changed subtly because of Yan Hui's appearance. Yan Hui glanced at the young man who made trouble first, and said, "Go and change your clothes first, and discuss other things after today's play, no matter what happens , can’t stop doing homework every day.”

The young man still wanted to talk, but Yan glared back at him: "Let's not say a few words now, and tell me what you want to vent later."

The young people left sullenly, each living in peace.

The theater building built in Chu Garden is simple and crude, barely sheltering from the wind and rain, and the wood has a color after being corroded by the wind and rain for a long time.The name of the theater troupe seems to be such a thing, but in fact, because of the problem of food and clothing, there is almost a commotion and someone has to leave again.

In reality, one must live, one must have food to live, food is inseparable from money, it is fine for others to choose to leave without money, it is difficult for their grass-roots troupe to make money by performing operas, but Yan Hui does not want people around him to leave.

There are a few groups of people who have passed by before, and there are not many people left in the whole Chu Garden. Everyone can understand the pressure of life, and understanding is understanding. It is another thing from persistence.

After returning to the town, Yan turned around and beat him without making a sound. He was also stubborn, and after finishing the training in a gentle manner on the surface, he turned his head and wiped his slightly red eyes in the dressing room.

After all, he was only an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, and now he was exhausted supporting such a small team, but as everyone's spiritual pillar, he had no reason to fall down, and he didn't even allow him to tilt.

After finishing putting on makeup on himself with red eyes, Yan Hui hung his throat outside for a while.When the sound came out, there was a sudden silence outside, and the rest of the people continued to practice and hang their voices. After Yanhui calmed down, he turned to the stage to start today's practice.

10 minutes on stage, [-] years of practice off stage, they practice the same thing over and over again every day, Yanhui’s lineup today is "Farewell My Concubine", usually the theater building is sealed when they practice, and occasionally they are a bit crazy It wasn't enough for the old man to listen to the daily official performance, so he had to sneak in.

Yan Hui turned a blind eye and didn't let the people in the team drive them away, but he didn't know that there was a tall and straight figure standing under the stage at this moment.

The season from April to May was weird and unpleasant for Yan Hui, it was warm and cold, and there was a lot of rain. He was lost in thought about something in the past, and his face became even more serious.

It was getting dark earlier, and Yan Hui asked everyone to go back after practicing today's homework. The young man who started the dispute in the morning was called into the changing room alone by him. The young man who could talk a lot looked at Yan Hui with a clear and cold gaze. Unable to speak, he first admitted that today's behavior was wrong and that the fault was all on his own shoulders, and then left inexplicably.

After everyone left, Yan Hui was left to sit quietly in the house alone. There was a faint conversation downstairs that he didn't even hear clearly. When his wandering thoughts returned to him, the outside had already turned dark gray, and the lights inside the house were not turned on. He was not afraid of the dark. , just to save electricity, he is not used to the smell of kerosene lamps.

The wind at night was stronger than during the day, and the fragrance of magnolia flowers brought in spread throughout the room. Yanhui sneezed several times in a row, and almost stepped on the air when he went downstairs because he couldn't see the stairs clearly.

He took out an antique-like old-fashioned straight phone and pressed the screen, and went downstairs with the dim light. After locking the door, he had to go down dozens of stone stairs.

A long time ago, the stone steps are bumpy.Just as Yan Hui was about to pass the turnaround, a beam of light hit him. He turned his face, moved to the magnolia tree that had grown for some years, and stood on the low and uneven stone steps to follow the direction of the light.

In the past few years, Jiang Xu lived a life of feasting and feasting abroad, lost the shackles of the Jiang family, completely indulged his nature, and met all kinds of people.

There are only very few people who have never seen this before him, and can make his eyes shine.

The real beauty is beyond the skin. Yanhui learned opera at the age of five, practiced kung fu day after day, her figure and charm are unique and outstanding, there is a kind of beauty that is quiet but about to bloom.

He looked at Jiang Xu with cold eyes, the light blurred in a circle in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly. The young man was fearless, and the magnolia tree in full bloom made the wild goose come out cold.

Yan Hui couldn't see the person's appearance clearly against the light, he heard the voice first, if the other party's tone of speech was not so contemptuous, he would gain favor because of the other party's voice.

Jiang Xu said, "Are you the poppy just now?"

Yan Hui was not very happy about the other party's insolence: "You are not the overlord of Chu."