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

Song Ran wanted to speak out but dared not speak out. Yan Hui was not the oldest person in Chu Garden, nor was his seniority, but the entire Chu Garden was supported by him alone, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it can rely on him for today's development. , he is the pillar of Chu Yuan, except that he is not crowned as the monitor.

Yan Hui didn't get rid of those gimmicks, in his cognition, everyone has the same identity, without any one of them, there would be no Chu Garden today.

The reason why he wants Chuyuan to develop is mostly due to the kindness of his master's upbringing. Chuyuan is the master's destiny, not to mention that he has been learning opera with his master since he can remember.

After thinking about it, Yan thought that he could only do this one thing, so it is not an exaggeration to say that Chu Yuan is his destiny, as long as Chu Yuan stays on stage, he is willing to do anything.

Yan Hui's expression showed indifference beyond his age. Except when he was on stage, he was in a very quiet state most of the time, and his peers would make some small jokes. Song Ran entered Chu Garden at the age of ten, but did not see Yan Hui. No matter how much she laughed, she respected Song Ran from the bottom of her heart.

As for Yan Hui following Jiang Xu for Chu Yuan...

Song Ran was just a young boy, with all his emotions showing on his face, Yan Hui looked down coldly: "Study drama hard, don't move your mind when you shouldn't, I cultivated you by myself."

Song Ran suddenly seemed to be dying: "Okay, brother Xiaoyan."

Yanhui is going to take Song Ran to meet a famous senior in the Liyuan circle today. The development of folk art in Danyang City is diversified, and the relative competition is also great. Talented people come out in large numbers. If you want to get a meal, you have to rely on your real ability, otherwise you have to let it out. people joke.

Yan Hui seized the opportunity to finally meet this senior. No matter how many skills he learned, he was not as strong as these seniors who had accumulated half their lives.I heard that Senior Luo will stay in Danyang City for a month, and the invitations are lined up every day. The first few times he hit a wall everywhere, and the calls in the past were like nothing. I don't want the good news to come today, the schedule is tight, and he has to go to the appointment no matter what. .

Yan Hui wanted to cultivate Song Ran, and wanted that senior to give him some advice. If there was a chance, he might be able to lead a good line.

The times are developing, and life has taught too many geese to learn to face reality.He used to be persistent and stubborn, but let the old people leave one by one, and the garden almost fell apart.Feelings have long been unable to be eaten in today's society, and the money for meals is not so easy to earn. To support a family, Yan Hui has too much to learn.

When he was performing on stage two years earlier, the audience praised him as a fairy, but they didn't know that the name of a fairy was not worthy of the name. In private, he was not much cleaner than the people who picked up trash on the street to make a living.

After arriving at the meeting place with the senior, Yan Hui collected his emotions in the car before getting out of the car.He needs to prepare gifts when meeting people. He has not collected a few precious things in his daily life. He borrows money for medical treatment for any relatives in the garden who are sick. With what I earn normally, after a few years, my savings are pitifully small.

A gift was given by him when he went home temporarily. Jiang Xu gave him too many things, and Yan Hui was unwilling to touch them. Xu didn't care about what was missing at all, and the things he sent were like splashed water in the eyes of the other party.

When he saw this great figure in the Liyuan world, the old man smiled and waved to them, with lines on the corners of his eyes, looking kind and friendly, without any pretensions.But only Yan Hui knew in his heart how difficult it was to meet such a person.

The environment of the teahouse is elegant, except for a few of them, the place has been cleared.

"Kids sit down, don't be restrained."

Yan Hui asked Song Ran to bow to the old senior to show respect, and the senior said, "The bone statue of the kid is not bad, he is a good seedling."

Turning his eyes, he fell on Yan Hui, his eyes were amazed, but after listening to Yan Hui's words, there was a flash of regret.

Yan Hui saw it clearly, but didn't point it out, and slowly brought the topic to Song Ran.

He used to speak too bluntly, often choking people to the point of speechlessness, which is why people in Chu Garden were afraid of him.There are thorns in the words, even if it is for everyone's good, sometimes the way of expression is not acceptable.

After following Jiang Xu for a few years, he slowly changed his way of speaking. Jiang Xu is a person who takes soft things but not tough ones. As long as the other party is not happy, he is the only one who will be tossed. of.

Yanhui chatted with Senior Luo for a few words, the other party laughed happily and asked him to listen to the play.

The old senior's closed door disciples have taken in several of them, and all of them are proud students.He told Yanhui: "My little disciple is quite talented and arrogant. I begged him to get started before he accepted me as his teacher."

He said begging someone to come in, but the old man didn't look impatient.

"Yuebai, Yuebai—"

The stage started abruptly, and Yan Hui's gaze subconsciously turned to the stage. As soon as the clear opera came out, Yan Hui's eyes were clear and clear, and a voice that pierced people's hearts echoed in his ears.

Looking at Song Ran next to him, he has clearly entered the drama, listening to it like a fascination, completely forgetting himself.

Yan Hui listened to the play in silence, he was not as intoxicated as the old senior and Song Ran, the female actresses on the stage, from their eyes to the way they sang, made Yan Hui look a little dazed, time seemed to stop, to many years ago.

The old senior's close disciple, named Su Yuebai, just passed his 20th birthday some time ago, he is young and energetic, with pride shining in his eyes.

"Su Yuebai..."

Yan Hui was like a stick in his throat, and when he took Song Ran to bid farewell to the old senior, his steps were still slightly sloppy.

He hadn't dared to face himself for a long time, but the child Su Yuebai saw on stage today was indescribably similar to his previous self.

No matter from the perspective of charm or timbre, Yanhui fell into a short-term slump.

He stopped singing on stage three years ago, not because he didn't want to sing, but because he couldn't.

Yan Hui was in a bad mood, leaning against the back of the car without saying a word, Song Ran pulled back from the state just now, and went to see Yan Hui's reaction, suddenly he seemed to be suffering from hysteria, and kept saying sorry to Yan Hui.

The 17-year-old boy couldn't hide the tears in his eyes, Yan Hui stretched out his hand and pushed him: "It's okay, it has nothing to do with you."

Song Ran's voice choked up: "If Brother Xiaoyan didn't save me, how could he choke his throat."

A fire three years ago almost destroyed Chu Garden, and Yanhui left Song Ran who was tired and sleeping in the lounge at such a critical moment. It was a blessing to escape from death, but he lost the voice that others would praise when he heard it. .

Everyone said that Yanhui was born to be rewarded by God, and Yanhui himself thought so. He was sure that he would spend his whole life on the stage, singing until he couldn't sing anymore, and when he was old, he would bring out apprentices one after another.

But since he lost his voice, it took him nearly two years from accepting the fact to leaving the stage to gradually recover his mentality. He casually mentioned it to the people in Chu Garden, so casually and indifferently, and silently stopped touching any stage. thing.

Yan Hui didn't look at Song Ran, and said calmly, "I would save anyone in that situation. Nothing is more important than being alive."

He slowed down, turned his head to look at Song Ran's tear-stained eyes: "So we have to work hard."

Song Ran nodded vigorously, and the two of them faced each other silently without making a sound.

On the way back, there was a severe traffic jam. In the evening, the mobile phone received a weather forecast reminder, and it started to rain soon after.

The sudden heavy rain made people feel overwhelmed, and the beeping cars were blocked out of the window. Yan Hui glanced at his phone several times, preparing to send a message to Jiang Xu.

When the car moved slowly, Yan Hui didn't send the message, and was frequently lost in thought while holding the phone.

Song Ran suddenly touched his shoulder: "Brother Xiaoyan, look outside."

Yan Hui directly met Jiang Xu face to face, separated by a car, his eyes were dazed, when Jiang Xu motioned for him to pass, he explained a few words to Song Ran, got out of the car and approached in Jiang Xu's direction.

Yan returned to Na Na: "It's quite early today."

Just now, after thinking wildly for a while, Yan Hui's language became lackluster and pale.His hair was wet, with faint water vapor floating in it, Jiang Xu wiped it for him with a clean towel.

Yan Hui raised his eyes to look at Jiang Xu, the handsome man looked very calm.

Jiang Xu said, "I'm not telling you not to take that child with you."

The geese were at a loss for words.

Jiang Xu has never liked Song Ran very much. Song Ran grew up with Yan Hui since he was a child. Yan Hui is not only Song Ran's master, but also his elder brother who watched him grow from a child to a teenager. They all regard Chu Yuan as a own home.

Yan Hui said, "Don't be angry."

Jiang Xu smiled: "Why am I angry with a child, you have worked so hard, you put all your energy on them, you should pay attention to rest."

Jiang Xu had long ago given Chu Yuan the opportunity to cooperate with the Danyang City Drama Theater. Those who came from the Grass Stage troupe had a different approach to them. Although they had Jiang Xu as their backer, Yan Hui knew that some people would look down on them.

Yan Hui only begged for Jiang Xu in his life, and he did not force others to look down on him. He earned his own face, and his determination to develop Chu Yuan became more determined. No matter how tired or difficult, I remembered what my master said before he died. , It is also a matter of gritting one's teeth and forbearance.

Yan Hui shook his head: "It's not that hard."

Jiang Xu kissed his eyes, his emotions were always relatively light.

"You're just asking for trouble. It's not much more comfortable to have me as a foil to you than to run around every day by yourself."

Yan Hui suddenly grabbed Jiang Xu's hand: "You arranged what happened today?"

Jiang Xu didn't deny it, and Yan Hui's already low mood became even weaker.

"I should have guessed it earlier."

He thought that he put out so much sincerity and lowered his face every day to ask someone to meet, but he didn't receive a positive reply. There were so many people who wanted to meet, why should he be given a chance.

Jiang Xu said: "Happy?" Then he put his fingertips on Yan Hui's cheek and scratched, implying, "It is said that people raise jade, take it out and show me?"