In the autumn of things, Danqing will not change

The author has something to say: I confessed my love→_→Hohohoho, the next chapter, the war is coming, mother, let the child be unfilial this time

The location of the theater is very special, in a quiet small mountain village, what Wei Yi didn't expect was that the theater that a person with the status of a prince can see is not the kind of big theater with a lot of people, but this little-known little place

The house number of the theater also looks very old. The dark red wooden board is written with black ink from an unknown era, and there are some incomplete places that will drop sawdust, but the yard is spotless. It was very clean. Seeing someone come in, a little guy with the appearance of a child paused, ran into the room quickly and shouted, "Grandpa, that weird brother is here again."

The strange brother he was talking about was none other than Lingya. As for why he called him that way, he had to talk about the day when Lingya came here for the first time to listen to an opera.

At that time, he was still purely thinking about Xuantang, and wanted to contribute his meager ability to the people. Most of the people who came to listen to the opera that day were ordinary people in the village, and they were all dressed in commoner clothes. Only Lingya was among the crowd. It seems a bit abrupt and weird, the main actors of the performance are the grandpa's son and a blind man

The opera and singing are not bad, but the only thing that Lingya remembers deeply is the confidence of the man when he walks. Although he can't see with eyes, he can easily avoid obstacles and move forward freely. This man's kung fu must be amazing , if it can be accepted and used, it must be a sharp knife

But at that time, Lingya suggested this matter, but he rejected it, no matter what, since the acquaintance is a fate, in the future, I will come back here to listen to a few songs, and as time goes by, I will become acquainted...

Hearing the cry of the child, an old man walked out of the house slowly with a cane

"It's been a long time, my lord." The wrinkles in the corners of the old man's eyes were squeezed together by this smile

"Recently, I have been busy with business, now I have time to come naturally." Lingya and her party were arranged at the front of the seats, and there were not many people coming today, so it was barely counted as a special session.

"Hehe, please sit down for a moment, they are preparing backstage." The old man made tea and put it on the table, then went behind the scenes to work

"Brother Ling, when is the show going to be performed?" Ling Yi tugged at the corner of La Lingya's clothes, children, after all, can't sit still

"After a while, what's the matter?" Lingya stroked Lingyi's head, as if she was a child's father

"I'm so bored, I want to go out to play." Lingyi stared at the door tightly, looking fascinated

Lingya looked in the direction of the door, it turned out that the little boy just now was playing with other children, the child probably doesn't like the performance of these adults, it is better to let him have a good time, it is rare to come out, Lingya With a smile, he patted Ling Yi's back and said, "Go"

"promise"

Ling Yi is like a little bear who got honey, and ran out quickly, and joined Ling Yi among the children, her face was filled with happiness, innocence, and joy. It would be great if Ling Yi could be a child forever, like Ling Ya. Thinking, if this is the case, there is no need to taste the pain, torture, and intrigue in this adult world, but this is only a hope, and the reality is cruel after all.

Turning around, she found that the stage was almost set up, and it seemed that it was about to start. Ling Ya's slender fingers picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put it down elegantly, her movements matched the ordinary tea. also become noble

Wei Yi sees all this, he wants to remember everything about Lingya, his kindness, his smile, his gentleness, his handsome face, his favorite peach blossom, his favorite rose...

At least in his lifetime, he would not miss a single bit of what he could remember, including that night. Even if Ling Ya had said to let him forget, how could he forget this real feeling?He could only silently seal it up in his heart, constantly forcing himself not to think about it.

Before I knew it, the play had begun

Outside the north gate of Songzi City, under the city is Baiqushui, also known as Songzi River.Walking along the city wall obliquely, there is a city gate in the front left corner, sideways to the right, with the words "North Gate of Song Zi" inscribed on the gate.Not far in front of the gate is an arch bridge with railings.There is a big pagoda tree on the back side of the bridge head, with fallen leaves flying from time to time.There is a restaurant under the tree, facing the river on the left and right sides, and the venue is magnificent.There is a low cabinet in front of the right hand to form a tent, and there are cups and chopsticks on display on the cabinet, and the person who works as the stove sits here.The rear leads to the inner room and kitchen, not visible.It opened with the sound of building.The sound leaked from the right wing of the stage.There was an old woman sweeping the floor in front of the restaurant. This was Huang Yu, an old maid, who was over sixty years old. She regarded herself as a patriarch. She regarded the owner of the restaurant, Mrs. Huaizhen, as her daughter, and Huaizhen's son, Aji, as her grandson. She loved nagging and interfering.Very diligent and tireless.

Ms. Huang (talking to herself) This old locust tree, autumn is here, it's too bad, the ground that was swept just now is full of it again.

Aji (in the city, singing "Yi Shui Song", co-timed with Zhuyin; only hear its sound)

The wind is rustling, the water is easy to be cold,

Once the strong man is gone, he will never return.

At the age of 11, Ah Ji jumped out of the city gate.

Gao Jianli (whose name was changed to "Yan Da" at this time, and served as the housekeeper for the restaurant) then, at the age of forty, hung a large vegetable basket full of vegetables on his left elbow, and held a bottle of wine in his right hand.

……

The drama is still going on, but today's song is actually Gao Jianli and Jing Ke. According to history, Jing Ke was ordered to assassinate the King of Qin. The mission failed, and Jing Ke lost his life.

After Qin destroyed the Six Kingdoms, the King of Qin invited Gao Jianli to the palace to build the building for him because Gao Jianli was so good at building it. However, Gao Jianli was Jing Ke's friend, so the King of Qin was on guard. He ordered someone to blind Gao Jianli in advance, thinking that In this way, Gao Jianli would not be able to assassinate him.But Gao Jianli poured lead into the building, and when King Qin was fascinated by the music, he smashed hard at King Qin, trying to kill him, but unfortunately failed, so he was killed

Thinking about it this way, Gao Jianli seems to have similarities with this man

However, at this time, when Wei Yi saw such an opera, he felt an indescribable sympathy in his heart. Now that he is a mute, he can be regarded as a half useless person. Today's opera may be a joke made by God, or it may be God's mockery of his life, Ling Ya, Wei Yi doesn't expect anything, only wishing you a lifetime of peace, that's enough

"My lord, it's getting late." Luo Xuan said carefully, because Lingya didn't know what she was thinking, and she was so engrossed in her thoughts that Luo Xuan didn't want to disturb her, but it's okay not to say it when the song is over.

"Well, let's go." Lingya got up and was about to take out the silver, but was interrupted by the blind man.

"Today's Charity Show" man took his things and walked into the backstage without any unnecessary movements

Lingxue went out and called Lingyi back, Lingyi reluctantly said goodbye to her friends, which made Lingxue feel bad

Today's opera should be a very deep memory, Lingya thought, and looked at Wei Yi unconsciously, but at this moment, Wei Yi was also looking at him, his eyes seemed to say thank you, very gentle, Ling Ya also just smiled, touched Wei Yi's head, and the group boarded the carriage for the return journey.

In the quiet night sky, there is a bright moon hanging. It is not round, but it is very bright. From time to time, insects and birds can be heard on the deep tree-lined path. It is peaceful and refreshing. Such a quiet night, I don’t know how many more nights there will be. ...

The carriage stopped slowly at the gate of Ling Mansion, Ling Yi had already fallen into a deep sleep, her small body rose and fell with her breathing, Ling Xue smiled and took Ling Yi back to rest, Luo Xuan also left with the help of her maid Now, the servant girl's expression seemed a little unnatural, but it was only for a moment, probably an illusion, Lingya thought so

Wei Yi's room is opposite to Lingya, so the two walked side by side in this peaceful courtyard, probably because Wei Yi can't make a sound, the road seems so long

When he was about to walk to the door, Wei Yi stopped suddenly, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly at the moment, he just grabbed Ling Ya's clothes tightly with his hands.

"What's wrong?" Ling Ya gently took Wei Yi's cold hand, put it in her palm to warm it up

Wei Yi didn't want to wait anymore, he didn't want to leave regrets in his life, he wanted to convey his heart, but he couldn't speak, he could only express it with body movements

He was silent for a moment, and finally summoned up his courage, hugged Lingya tightly, pressed his lips gently against Lingya's, and tears of sadness flowed across his eyes, how he wished that after he fainted that day, he would respond His person is Ling Ya, no matter what he wants, Wei Yi is willing, sincerely

Feeling the temperature from Wei Yi's breath, Ling Ya's heart trembled instantly. He was stunned. He didn't know why, but instead of being excluded, he felt very relieved. What is this feeling?Lingya thought about it

He made a movement that shocked even himself, he took Wei Yi into his arms, stroked Wei Yi's soft hair with his left hand, and kissed him deeper.

Wei Yi's intention seems to have been conveyed, and he responded to this intention, not rejecting it...

yes to accept...

After a long time, Lingya let go of Wei Yi, stroked his back, and sent him back to rest.

Tonight, it was deeply imprinted in Lingya's mind, and I can't get it off, and I don't want to forget it.

The peaceful days passed by, and four or five days had passed before I knew it. Although Lingya was still concentrating on dealing with her own affairs on the surface, she was actually paying attention to Dianyou and their every move. Today is Lingya's birthday. Lingya is not going to mention it, she is still the same as before

However, Wei Yi didn't think so. He had already heard from Ling Xue that today is Ling Ya's birthday, and naturally he had heard about Ling Ya's dislike of trouble, but Wei Yi still wanted to do something.

Weiyi decides to give Lingya the peach blossom pillow she made by herself, hoping that this pillow can make Lingya sleep more peacefully

"My lord, happy birthday." Wei Yi gently placed the peach blossom pillow on the table, and the folds on the table were pressed by the pillow, but it seemed peaceful. There was such a note on the peach blossom pillow

Lingya looked intently at the peach blossom pillow lying on the table, and the corner of her mouth raised, "Thank you for the little sachet, my lord."

"Who's your sachet! Well..."

Before Wei Yi could finish writing, Ling Ya couldn't help kissing her heart, that's all, Wei Yi's face was as red as a monkey's butt, very cute

Although Wei Yi complained about Lingya in his attitude, he was really happy in his heart. It would be great if such a stable life could last forever

"Wei Yi, your handwriting is not as beautiful as a person's." Lingya unceremoniously picked up the note written by Wei Yi, held it up to Wei Yi's eyes, and shook it intentionally

Wei Yi made a decisive decision, grabbed the note and turned it over, put it on the table, wrote a few strokes of cursive indiscriminately, and then smashed it heavily on the peach blossom pillow

I saw the font on the paper as if a snail had crawled over it, crooked and barely distinguishable, showing "Why don't you ride the wind and soar up ninety thousand miles!"

"Hahaha, Wei Yi, you're so interesting." Lingya couldn't help laughing for a moment, Wei Yi's angry face was really cute, and the angry words were very appropriate

However, Weiyi just snorted coldly, thinking that Ling Wang definitely did it on purpose, definitely