Costume Mountains and Rivers

That night, Mo Qinghe sang the strangest concert in her life in this desolate and luxurious house. There was no band, no appearance, and she sang a piece of Qingsi from the Kunqu Opera Peony Pavilion. It was Wang Baochuan's big red costume, and the audience was only one Shen Peinan, who didn't even take off his military uniform, drank too much wine, and lay on the sofa with his eyes slightly closed, not sure if he was asleep or awake.

Mo Qinghe didn't take it seriously, he wanted to please Shen Peinan, and added that the love of his life was a play, once the song started, he didn't care if anyone listened, he added his body and danced on his own, as if he had also entered the realm of transformation, A Du Liniang, who was wearing the wrong clothes, was swimming in the spring garden, and when she turned her head, a dream was shattered.

This hall is too big, even with a huge crystal chandelier hanging, the corners of the room are still dim.

"The silk of the clear wind is blowing to the garden, and the spring is like a thread..."

He flicked up his sleeves, imagining that he was holding a folding fan in his hand, covering half of his face, his eyes slantingly rolled, as if he really saw the sprouting of spring grass in the cold and still air.

It's a pity that a good Yueqin is missing.

"Do you know that my life's hobbies are natural? No one will see the benefits of Sanchun. If you don't watch out for the noise, you will be shy and shy..."

When the episode was over, Shen Peinan still didn't respond, but Mo Qinghe became addicted to drama, and chose to entertain himself with sad jokes that the audience didn't like and he didn't have the chance to sing. River, murmured and sang, four o’clock drums, the voices of people in the river were silent, shadows and shadows hanging from each other, I was more hurt, thinking about it, it’s really a beautiful woman, but it’s a pity that I have been ashamed and tearful for several years, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, In vain to be called a prostitute, Du Shiniang fights for a fragrance to disappear, even if she wants to die, she will die bright and clear!

"...Fight for a fragrance to eliminate jade, even if you die, you will die bright and clear!"

He danced and sang with his eyes closed, deeply involved in the play, turned around and made a gesture of throwing himself into the river, not wanting to turn around and open his eyes, and was facing a pair of cold eyes.

Qing He came back to her senses, and saw that Shen Peinan had woken up at some point, leaning on the sofa, listening to him singing quietly, stretched a pair of long eyebrows, her eyes were drunk, but staring at herself intently.

After Qing He sang the last note, she was about to ask the general how she was doing, when Shen Peinan lowered her eyelids, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

His face was sharp and angular, and his whole body was as tough as a chisel. The tears seemed extremely discordant. Qing He hurriedly stopped her movements, and comforted her: "Just listen to the drama, it's not worth hurting your heart."

As he said, he rolled up his snow-white sleeves and wanted to help him, and gently curled the corners of his lips: "Master, if you have any concerns, you may as well tell Qing He, although I am not Xie Yu Haitang, it is always okay to listen to others."

Mo Qinghe didn't know that those who marched and fought were always vigilant, and they were very sensitive to unexpected physical contact. Before touching the sleeve of that person, Shen Peinan dodged abruptly, suddenly enraged, and grabbed Qinghe's front to threaten him. Said: "If you want to live in front of my eyes, you have to remember my rules, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, and don't touch me without my permission, understand?"

Mo Qinghe nodded quickly.

Shen Peinan pushed him back, and his gloomy expression relaxed a bit: "It's a good song."

Qing He's whole body weight was hanging on Shen Peinan's body, suddenly he let go, and fell to the ground. One of them was lying on the sofa, and the other was sitting on the ground, staring wide-eyed.

After staring at each other for a while, Shen Peinan remembered to stretch out his hand to give him a hand, and said: "The business woman doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, what do you people know, what do I care about with you people."

"Scared?"

Mo Qinghe thought to herself, this person's daring passion, which he suppressed from the moment they met, was not for his own sake, it was related to national hatred and family feud. This thought was actually funny, and he thought that Shen Peinan was a person who worked for the traitor's dog legs again. What do you know about subjugation and hatred?Afraid of being spotted by him, he hurriedly put on a smiling face: "I offended, the general reminded me right."

Shen Peinan hugged him on his lap, Mo Qinghe didn't hide, and obediently turned around and hugged his neck.

The two hugged for a while, Shen Peinan felt that the layers of costumes were too troublesome, so he took off the red robe on his body, leaving only a snow-white water jacket, which further complemented the humanistic spirit in his arms, tender as a lotus in water, Shen Peinan stroked Qinghe's thigh, along her waist all the way to her shoulder, rubbed it vigorously twice, and couldn't help frowning: "Why are you so thin?"

Qing He chuckled: "The general's words are strange. If the singer who sings in Tsing Yi is not skinny, a plump Zhao Feiyan will not scare the King of Chu to death when he appears on the stage."

Shen Peinan nodded: "You can laugh anytime."

"The general doesn't like it?"

"Laughing a lot, like a fake face."

Mo Qinghe didn't take it seriously: "Anything can be true, except that opera actors can't be true. Those who listen to the opera spend money to have fun, so we naturally have to work hard to please. If we even have our own faces and behave according to our own preferences, Then how can you act the story in the play? If there is one in Liyuanxing, I am afraid that everyone will starve to death."

After finishing speaking, he looked intently at Shen Peinan's face, "Actually, the general doesn't smile, and it doesn't look real."

Shen Peinan's expression changed: "What do you say is true?"

"Laugh when you want to laugh, and cry when you want to cry. If your heart is like a child, it is true. When an actor doesn't want to laugh, he should put on a smiling face to please others, which is fake. It's even more fake."

Shen Peinan stopped talking and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was seriously thinking about Mo Qinghe's words.

From this angle, the light from the crystal chandelier just shone on his face, the power supply voltage was unstable, the light was bright and dark, and the expression of the man reflected was also cloudy and uncertain.Mo Qinghe looked at him, although his teeth itch with hatred, he had to admit that he was better looking than the photos published in the newspapers, an extremely tough man, puzzled by military uniforms, murderous intent hidden, his body smelled like gold and iron horses.

"Is the general still listening to opera?"

"The last song." Shen Peinan said, "You have a good foundation in Kunqu Opera, let's play Duan Qianjin Ji."

"Which story does the general want to hear?"

"Farewell My Concubine." Shen Peinan said casually.

Mo Qinghe was rolling up her sleeves, but stopped when she heard this.

"The general came to praise me. You should know that Qing He never sang this song." Mo Qinghe said, "This part is too difficult. Qing He has little knowledge and doesn't understand the kindness in the play, let alone find a role to play with People who can't sing."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyebrows and moved his fingers over Shen Peinan's chest: "I would like to sing Duan Shibamo, I wonder if the general would like to hear it?"

As soon as the words fell, Shen Peinan hugged him horizontally and strode upstairs.

Shen Peinan took him to the new bedroom for Mo Qinghe that he told Lao Liu to tidy up. It was the third bedroom from the left on the second floor.

After entering the door, Mo Qinghe found that this place can almost form a house on its own. First, there is a small living room with shiny foreign patent leather printed paper on the four walls, a velvet sofa with a black lacquered wooden table, and several electric lights. They are all covered with beige lampshades, with crystal beads hanging from them.

Passing through the living room is the bedroom. Mo Qinghe was carried by Shen Peinan and walked the short distance in the dark. She didn't see clearly, but only saw a big four-poster bed from the corner of her eye. superior.

With the cool silk quilt on her back, and rough palms stroking her chest, Mo Qinghe closed her eyes, thinking that there was no escape, success or failure was at stake.

He originally thought that Shen Peinan was used to being a general and would like to conquer the prey himself, so he lay down obediently and waited. Unexpectedly, the man just dragged two wine red embroidered cushions and leaned against his back, and hooked his fingers at Mo Qinghe: " What are you doing in a daze, have you ever served anyone?"

Mo Qinghe swept away the things propped up between Shen Peinan's legs, blushed all of a sudden, carefully unbuttoned his military uniform, put the coat aside, took off his shirt, and kissed the exposed chest muscles every time he unbuttoned it, For a moment, all the tip of his nose touched was the smell of his body and the faint smell of alcohol.

Fingers unbuttoned the third button, revealing two hideous bullet marks. Mo Qinghe looked away and took off his shirt from his shoulders, only to see that the man had a muscular body, his upper body was strong and firm, and his abdominal muscles seemed to be sculpted. Yes, covered with deep and shallow scars, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, ferocious like a leopard in the mountains.Mo Qinghe was taken aback, among those who praised him these years were rich family members and high-ranking officials, all of them were limp dead flesh, raised in a lavish singing and dancing scene, but Shen Peinan was rarely seen.

"Where did these... come from?" Mo Qinghe traced a round bullet hole on her left chest with her fingers. The scar had grown to death, and there was a sudden piece of pink flesh.

"Suppress bandits." The words were bitten very hard, and the voice was deliberately higher, "Communist bandits."

The civil war between the two parties that began in the 16th year of the Republic of China lasted for eight years, forcing some of the organization to leave Yan'an, and some to go underground. Shen Peinan's words made Mo Qinghe's little distress quickly turn into intense hatred. He made another stab at the top, but his face remained calm, "The general served the country, and his true qualities as a hero are admirable."

Shen Peinan snorted through his nose: "Stop doing this, the service is not good, and it's useless to flatter you."

Even though he had heard about Shen Peinan's irascibility on the bed, this affair was still a catastrophe for Mo Qinghe. Suppressing the roiling sense of humiliation in his heart, he untied Shen Peinan's belt and held the bulky thing in his hands, while While comforting him, she teased him with eye waves from time to time.

Shen Peinan's breathing suddenly became quicker. The army is no more important than a government agency, and entertainment is limited in ordinary times. After a long time, it can't stand Mo Qinghe's teasing. She couldn't help but grab Mo Qinghe's hair and press him to the base of his leg , ordered in a hoarse voice: "Hold it in."