On the Grass in the Lili Garden [Peking Opera]

"I said Marshal Shen, you should go home for a few days to live, anyway, your home is not far away. Xiao Linlin is about to retest, "Eight Big Hammers", eh, how much physical strength is required, and it won't work if you don't rest well."

Chen Huan is a self-acquainted person, he can chat with anyone he sees, no matter who he knows or not, even actresses get together to talk about facial cleanser, he can sneak in and listen for a long time.In fact, he and Lin Weiran were both busy and didn't speak a few words to each other, but he had already affectionately nicknamed them.

"I told the team leader that I would rehearse in the courtyard during the day and go to the hospital to accompany my grandfather at night." Shen Qintian looked at Chen Huan with an elegant smile, and suppressed the discomfort in his heart: nonsense, what will I do with this Lin if I don't go home? Share the same bed!Am I ever this horny!

"Shuai Shen, just tell the truth, your brother can't take turns with you to accompany grandpa? You must be sympathetic, give up the bed, and hope that Miss Lin can also pass the interview, right?"

Chen Huan shook his head while eating, firstly because the grilled fish fillet was not as delicious as the clam meat, and secondly because he felt that Shen Qintian was duplicity, Lin Weiran was so good-looking, more beautiful than a beautiful woman, no one would not like it.At this moment, Chen Huan was so full of food that he forgot that Shen Qintian didn't know Lin Weiran.

Xiao Linlin, Miss Lin... Chen Huan, you are so disgusting, Shen Qintian couldn't hold back and asked knowingly: "Why is this Lin, male or female?"

"Hey, the girl lives in our house, tsk tsk, the welfare of our hospital is really good!" Sun Rui squinted his narrow eyes. He is a martial artist from the second regiment. He is good at it. He won the silver medal in the martial arts group of the provincial Peking Opera competition the year before last, and the gold medal last year.

Sun Rui raised his eyebrows: "Girls, come and settle in the [-] dormitory. My brother promises to take good care of you. Warm up your bed before going to bed and exercise. You will be served next to your body all night. You will wake up warmly in the morning and stretch your legs and waist in bed for your homework. , so I don’t have to go to the practice room.”

After finishing speaking, Sun Rui tore open a bag of packaging, took out a cuttlefish baby that had been marinated red with chili, sucked it with his mouth, then wrapped it with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth, a very erotic action.He was alone, talking about women in the dormitory, talking about chest, circumference, and hips, as if he had a lot of practical experience.

Shen Qintian took out a roll of coloring pages from the zipper pocket on the outside of the backpack, and threw it to Sun Rui: "Here, the girls are here!" Sun Rui opened it and immediately smiled.

That roll was the advertisement for the underwear that Shen Qintian brought back from the store. They were all hot, blond beauties, all of them with various styles, wearing all kinds of lace underwear, and blue eyes with curled eyelashes. Like a soul, it sends electricity to the readers of the advertisement.

In the early 90s, such advertisements were relatively rare in provincial capitals, but gradually increased in coastal areas.Shen Qintian saw it in his own store and knew that Sun Rui liked big breasts, so he brought it back for him.

Zhao Jun lived in the upper bunk of Sun Rui. He stretched his neck to look at the poster, and then started yelling: "I said, don't make too much noise tonight, I have Meniere's syndrome, you I would get sick if I didn't shake it. Now that there are so many beauties, don't shake it all night!"

"Pull it down, Menir, are you still a fish? Why didn't you get sick when the island's ice wheel first turned!" Sun Rui pouted.

"Can you get sick at that time! If you don't get sick, the emperor won't come. Wouldn't it be cheaper to get sick again?" Zhao Jun gritted his teeth, but his face looked pitiful. It looks like Yang Guifei who has been waiting for the emperor for a long time.

Anyone who thinks that Zhao Jun is a sissy who can't distinguish between male and female is completely wrong.He was the overlord in his father's family courtyard since he was a child, and he was famous for fighting desperately. Every time he went back to other courtyards to fight in groups, he was the leader and led the team. His father and the leaders of the work unit often came forward to apologize and pay for medical expenses. go.

Seeing that this brat has graduated from elementary school, Zhao Jun's parents thought together, and felt that adolescent boys are more energetic and good at strength.The school teacher gave an opinion, saying that the kid looks good and can sing well, so it is better to send him to learn opera to hone his energy.

Just like that, there was one more martial arts student in the theater school.

After studying for two semesters, the head teacher of the Tsing Yi class came and said that he wanted Zhao Jun to change his career.After listening to it, he wanted to sing Yang Yuhuan, Du Shiniang, and Lin Daiyu with a small voice, and Zhao Jun almost turned the classroom upside down.Said that I have good looks and voice, and I am a young girl?Are you really hurting me?

If it weren't for his instructor standing beside him holding the Jiedao, Zhao Jun would probably jump up and beat someone.

I don't know who was the god in the end to get him through his ideological work. Anyway, starting from the third semester, Zhao Jun, a martial arts student, became a heroine Zhao Jun.

At that time, the Tsingyi class was full of female students, and the Huadan class next door, the Laodan class, were also girls. He was the only green leaf.The female classmate buys a bag of snacks, he has a bag, the female classmate watches a movie, and he has a ticket, and the female classmate buys a hair tie... This one is not his!

Gradually, under the nourishment of the spirit of the opera characters, Zhao Jun's hostility gradually subsided, and Lan Hua pointed in small steps in the practice room, yelling and spitting in his mouth.At first he was not used to such a split personality, after class he had to pick up lumps of dirt in the woods and smash them against big trees.Seeing the soil shattered and scattered all over the ground, Zhao Jun's aggrieved heart slowly dissipated.

Now that he has studied opera for many years, he has been able to change his identities relatively freely. If he should be a man, he will be a man, shirtless and picking his feet by the bed;He is just playing a woman on stage, not changing his gender in life.

When he graduated, Zhao Jun, who was good at Da Qingyi's singing skills and Daomadan's martial arts, was admitted by the provincial court.

"Speaking seriously, you guys have to work hard. The grandson next door even argued with me the day before yesterday, saying that we are a bachelor's house." Chen Huan rubbed his nose helplessly: "No one likes me who is so stupid and strong." Forget it, Dashuai Shen, you and Ruarui have to work harder, you can't let this good look go away. The handsome guy will go out and take four or five beauties back, and share points with everyone."

"Who is a bachelor's house! I'm dead!" Wen Yuan came in one after the other with Liu Yangbing, carrying a thermos bottle.He had a cigarette in his mouth, and it seemed that the length had just been lit. In fact, it must have been lit just at the door, because if the dormitory guard at the corridor entrance saw it, it would be against the rules again.

"Damn, you still dare to smoke in the dormitory! You want to kill us! When the time comes, you will write the [-]-word inspection by yourself!" Chen Huan twisted his fingers, twisted Wenyuan's cigarettes with the filter tip and threw them on the ground. Stomp on the foot and stamp out the cigarette butt.

"What are you doing? You don't need money to buy cigarettes? I still need to save money for my younger brother's education!" Wen Yuan sprayed the remaining filter on Chen Huan's bed.

"Don't smoke to save money." Chen Huan was not angry, picked up the filter tip and tore the flocs inside to play: "Aren't you a bachelor? Did you get the little nurse?"

Wen Yuan smiled triumphantly: "That is."

Chen Huan clapped and applauded: "Next time who dares to talk about our bachelor's house, I'll get a bottle of medicinal alcohol and pour it into his cup, and buy him a drink of vodka for free! Let's all take a look, it's better to be a literary scholar, please find a nurse, angel in white, From now on, we will always look for her when we see a doctor, so we don’t have to wait in line!”

Wen Yuan let out a burst of music: "It's a good thing she's not a gynecologist!"

On the bus to the Provincial Central Hospital, Shen Qintian thought back to the cloth bag next to his pillow that exuded the faint smell of medicine. It could be seen that it was cut from an old army. Order Chinese herbal medicine, I don't know why it is used.

Why is this Lin a medicine jar?The medicine jar is also "Eight Great Hammers", so take it easy, don't let the hammer hit you, or learn from Zhao Junxue to play "Daiyu Burying Flowers" instead!Is it really Sister Lin?

Shen Qintian is a bit venomous, but he was really upset because he suddenly found out that the bed he had carefully made was used by someone who didn't know what he looked like without being informed in advance. One time when I came home and found Shen Yuetian drunk, a certain girlfriend sent him back, and went to Shen Qintian's room to look through stills of his performance!

Although after Shen Qintian was furious, his brother promised that he would never bring a woman home even if he was drunk in the flower bed in the middle of the street, but Shen Qintian still equipped with many locks, lock the cabinet, lock the drawer and lock the door.He was sure that his brother would let him do whatever he wanted.

Sure enough, his brother agreed and followed him all the way to the hardware store with an apologetic smile.Brother control chant.What's more, the money for the lock was reimbursed by his brother, and Shen Yuetian gave him 35 yuan for the cash register receipt of 500 yuan, saying that it was only profound and he promised not to do it again in the future.

But what is the lock in this dormitory, a lock on the mosquito net?I haven't heard of it, and I can't hang on to it.

So far, Shen Qintian has not thought that Lin Weiran is the dimpled man he saw in the practice room. The Provincial Peking Opera Theater had a lot of practice rooms, and the other rooms were not unused at that time, and the Provincial Academy often had brothers from the academy to communicate. So it is normal for strange faces to appear in the practice room.

Plus Chen Huan shouted "Xiao Lin Lin" and "Miss Lin", Shen Qintian thought it was a sissy, how could a sissy have beautiful muscles and her movements are quite chic.

If he knew from the very beginning that the person sleeping in his bed was that delicate and handsome boy, his reaction at that time would be... Many years later, Shen Qintian would occasionally think about this question.

In fact, Lin Weiran wrapped the cloth bag next to the pillow with ageratum, fenugreek, angelica, mint, mugwort leaves, Cyperus cyperi, Asarum, and white chrysanthemum to repel mosquitoes and help sleep.

Lin Weiran was born with fine skin, tender flesh and fair skin, which is very different from those skinny boys in the village. Back then, some people teased his father, asking whether the baby was picked up wrongly in the county health center, and why he doesn't look like us farmers.

Papa Lin held a brown egg in one hand, patted his chest with the other, and said, "Ask around, how much does this kid look like the predecessors of the old Lin family!" "Ask around, how much does this doll resemble the predecessors of Lao Lin's family! And the high nose is just like his grandmother!"

The skin is tender and tender, the elders like to watch it, the girls of the same age love it, and the mosquitoes are willing to bite it.Lin Weiran has a physique that is very attractive to mosquitoes. If he is not careful, he will be bitten all over his face, which will affect the effect of makeup.When he was studying in the county theater troupe, his third uncle dried wormwood at home and burned it at night to repel mosquitoes. When he arrived at the technical secondary school of the opera school, he learned to use mosquito incense.

But their county troupe travels from town to county all the year round, and the earth temple, straw stacks, and water and electricity houses have all been used as their temporary rest areas.And when I go out to perform, I always stay by the grass in the fields. The mosquito coils don’t work well in open places, and they smoke my throat when I sing.

Once, a local old Chinese doctor taught him an earth prescription, asking him to carry a small bag with some Chinese herbal medicine, so that mosquitoes would not bite and it would also drive away evil spirits and soothe the nerves.

The daughter of the drum master of the county troupe, the admirer, immediately sewed a delicate sachet for Lin Weiran after hearing about it, and it was also filled with the medicinal herbs that the old Chinese medicine said.

Lin Weiran didn't refuse or accept it, and stuffed it directly into the troupe's suitcase, saying it was to repel insects for the troupe's costumes, then he cut a piece of cloth from an old undershirt that couldn't be mended, went to the pharmacy to grab the medicinal materials and wrapped it up, It is changed every six months, and this small bag has been with him for more than a year.

The third middle school of the city is here, the third middle school of the city!Did you get off?The bus conductor announced the stop at the top of his voice.

Shen Qintian closed his eyes and rested his mind, counting in his heart: there are still four stops.

"Hey guys, are you talking about the one by the window in the last row!"

A little girl's surprised voice reached Shen Qintian's ears.

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