Costume Mountains and Rivers

When returning from the intricate paths and verandas in the back garden of Shen’s house, the night was trying its best to make the final struggle with the morning light.

Mo Qinghe walked into the bedroom, threw the suit jacket on the sofa, threw off her shoes while walking, and rested on the bed.

The room was too big, and the light from a desk lamp couldn't fill it, and the darkness stretched endlessly towards every corner, leaving it extremely empty.Mo Qinghe let the facial muscles relax, opened her mouth slightly sluggishly, and felt infinitely tired. This night, there were too many parties and calculations, too many disputes, too many scenes, and too many laughs. She wished she could sleep for three days and three days. At night, I passed the sleepy point again, as if my mind was forcibly strangled by a thin string, my eyelids were sore, and I couldn't fall into sleep no matter what.

His world has always been too lively, full of gongs, drums and applause, exhausted in the friendship of others one after another, every time he stops, he feels a dying burnout, filled with the suppressed emotions like the water of Shichahai The surrounding air was floating, unable to enter his body.

He buried his face in the pillow, rolled on the bed for a while, finally put his elbows on the bed in vain, sat up again, hugged the cushion and looked around.

This room is Shen Peinan's bedroom, where he has lived since he was a boy. Mo Qinghe stared blankly for a while, staring at a desk lamp on the round coffee table, and suddenly became interested.

When I moved here in the afternoon, I was in a hurry to wash and change clothes. I didn't have time to observe. After a closer look, I couldn't help smiling. This place is really his style.The room is spacious and luxurious, the walls and ceiling are all covered with black glossy paper, the European-style table is inlaid with gold rims, and some small antiques are placed, which has a deep artistic atmosphere. The bookshelves are full of English books, a row of aircraft and ship models, It's been a few years, and when I picked it up, I saw that the number on it was also in English.

Mo Qinghe stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, walked and watched in the bedroom, and couldn't help imagining the scene ten years ago. He thought that Shen Peinan at that time should be a handsome and majestic young man, as hot-blooded and hot-headed as him, Arguing with classmates, even fighting, pursuing the most popular female classmate in the school.Mo Qinghe took out a foreign language book from the bookcase and flipped through it page by page. Although he couldn't read it, he felt novel and happy smelling the aroma of paper pages and ink.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he couldn't help but miss the bandit, his vulgar aristocratic air, his profile when he was smoking, the series of harsh curses when he reprimanded his subordinates, his strong arms and lying on the bed The insteps soaked by the moonlight when reading a book, the tough and frowning brows when making love, the rough and hot palms, just like my heart at this time...

Mo Qinghe was actually very surprised, why did people like Shen Peinan like to listen to old dramas, or bright love stories like The Peony in the West Chamber? He didn't even put a classical love novel in his bookshelf.While thinking about it, he was in a daze, the pages of the book in his hand flipped, and a piece of yellowed paper fluttered down.

He thought that the pages of the book were scattered, so he squatted down to pick them up, but when he picked them up, he found an old mint green note, with a free and unrestrained writing in pen, on which he copied a small poem: The peony contains pearls, and the beauty turns to the court. Before that, he asked Tan Lang with a smile: "Hua Qiang concubine looks strong?"She has always been coquettish and angry, smashing flowers and beating people.

It seems that I was distracted in class and wrote by dictation, and I copied many English sentences in a mess.

Mo Qinghe stared at the unruly handwriting, wondering what he had imagined about love when he was about the same age as himself.A delicate and naive girl, a Tan Lang who intentionally makes his sweetheart jealous, what an old-fashioned and beautiful plot!He was secretly taken aback, his light-white fingers trembling slightly, feeling joy and sorrow, Brother Shen knew love, he knew it, and he knew it too, but they couldn't, they had no time and no chance to love, because they didn't catch up Good time.

He frantically stuffed the note back into the book and put it back on the top shelf of the bookshelf, as if peeking at a secret in the dust, his heart was pounding.

This night was extraordinarily long, it couldn't be finished, his soul floated out of the play, he stumbled around the room, his head was bleeding, Shen Peinan's things were everywhere, his imagination was everywhere.Mo Qinghe touched her hot face, suppressed the heat that ran wildly in her body, and ran back to the bed as if escaping, and got into the quilt, but even the quilt seemed to be full of his smell, fluffy like feathers, wrapped around her body, Like being hugged, unguarded, truly loved and embraced.

He panicked, he never knew that he loves him so much, hates the party he belongs to, hates his class and family, but loves him obsessively, so that everything here has a mysterious and powerful attraction, but Rationality says that you can't love anymore, and you lose your mind when you love so much that you only have to fight each other.

He was writhing in pain on the bed, beating his fists on the pillow, biting the silk quilt tightly, feeling like a fish in a frying pan, being crackled and fried.Why should they be hostile?Why can't they be honest with each other when they have a common enemy and belong to the same country?

Mo Qinghe suddenly jumped up from the bed, rummaged through the suitcase frantically, found a set of Hongniguan costumes, and spread the oil paints on the table one by one.He always carries a set of costumes with him. In the past, it was to meet the whim invitations of the masters and wives, but now he is looking for a place to rest. He dressed up in a panic, taking off his suits one by one, putting on a water jacket, and hooking his face. , put on a patch, and stretch a face tightly.

He wants to hide quickly, hide in the ancient past and the unbearable childhood, he wants to avoid the so-called West and East, avoid politics and class, avoid the invasion of war, movement and doctrine, like those Forty-Nine Cities Like the people who were at a loss by the slogan of a democratic republic and the Japanese who were advancing day by day, they hid in a pure China, a pink world of gifted scholars, beauties and emperors and generals.

He urgently needs such a world, a world where he can control his own body and soul, and he wants to be the master of his destiny.

A pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes walked up the balcony slowly, his orchid-like hands pressed against the railing, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, he looked at the turbulent fog and the unpredictable sunlight in the distance, and lit a cigarette , sucking in one mouthful.

The Shen family's entertainment program is not over yet, and the sound of a distant flute can be heard slowly, like a ray of living soul that does not want to be reincarnated. It probably knows that people are not as good as ghosts.

There were murmurs of chatting and laughing at the end of the path. Mo Qinghe looked carefully, and saw that in the vague night, the two sisters, who were as bumpy as glass bottles, were surrounding Shen Lisong. What, when they got closer, by the light of the electric light, he saw Shen Lisong took out two blue velvet boxes, put two identical rings on the slender fingers of the two sisters, and the three talked and laughed. , gone again.

Looking at the swaying round buttocks wrapped in the cheongsam, he felt sad for a while.If you are not poor, who is willing to sell yourself cheap?It's all about survival, no one can be the master, and it's not easy for anyone.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the slight sound of footsteps behind him. Shen Peinan walked through the lighted bedroom, saw the figure on the balcony, and asked with a frown, "Why aren't you asleep?"

Seeing that the man didn't move, he opened the door and went in. He held his breath in shock and suspected that he had walked into a dream.

The beauty in ancient costume leaned against the railing in a daze, her whole body was soaked by the moonlight, she was dressed in white silk, embroidered with fine lines of sky blue and light yellow, and then formed into regular patterns and buckles, it was real Chinese clothes, foreign fabrics were always large A large area of ​​dyeing looks lively from a distance, but it cannot withstand scrutiny.Only Chinese embroidery looks like a piece of refreshing white. When you get closer, you can find that the needles are flying. Every dragon's finger and claw and a flower's stamen are meticulous.The whole body is white, with two plain white silks on the temples hanging down to the chest, tightly tied together on the top of the head, involving a large and fluffy sky blue silk flower, surrounded by white pompon tremblingly.

The person is as clean as a freshly peeled water chestnut, and the two pieces of water red rouge on the cheeks are extraordinarily delicate and charming, sandwiching the straight Qiong nose, sweeping into the temples.She is dressed as a woman, but taller, with wider shoulders, a straight nose and thin lips, and clean eyes. He leans forward slightly, with his back straight, and one toe lightly taps the ground. pose.The straight line has a desolate and flattering attitude of wanting to refuse and welcome. If you hold her in your arms, it must be warm and firm, like a pure erotic novel.

A wisp of light blue smoke enveloped the silent beauty in ancient costume. Shen Peinan looked at it for a while, then stepped forward and snatched the cigarette from his hand, and said in a low voice, "You don't want to learn from me."

Mo Qinghe didn't answer, she leaned close to Shen Peinan's cheek and sniffed it, found a cigarette box from his pocket, turned her head and lit another one, leaning on the railing with her elbows, looking at the morning glow that symbolized the dawn on the eastern horizon, Said: "Drink a lot of wine? How is your wife?"

"Seeing that you were not here, I nagged my eldest brother, my second brother, and those corners, and left again." Shen Peinan smiled and said: "The old lady spent half her life as a soldier. Back then, even my father had to let her go. Now she is too old." When I grow up, I feel unhappy staying at home, and I always want to vent my anger on us."

Mo Qinghe hummed, but didn't ask further questions.

Shen Peinan held Mo Qinghe's wrist, Qinghe looked down, changed the cigarette to his left hand, and handed him the right hand to hold, the palm was warm and rough, although he acted like a sensual dog, he was no longer a member of the Jinxiu pile , he heard Shen Peinan say: "Xiao Mo, I want to discuss with you about the marriage between Ms. Xu and me..."

"Don't talk, just watch the clouds for a while." Mo Qinghe suddenly interrupted him, "You don't like to meddle in the petty matters of these parents, and neither do I, and I don't have enough strength to compete with you, so I won't discuss it, and wait for your decision. that is."

He squinted his eyes and fixed his gaze on the horizon. The drowsy sea of ​​clouds was like a tidal wave. He thought, could there be West Lake in the distance?Is it the West Lake where Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen met?He thought, Shen Peinan said that the Leifeng Pagoda had fallen, and Li Mosheng said that the two parties were about to form an alliance and a war was about to begin. When the war really broke out, where would Bai Suzhen go?Does anyone in the teahouse still talk about The Legend of the White Snake?

The dawn in the courtyard of the deep house was extraordinarily quiet. The two stood side by side, watching the changing clouds in the sky, a thin white line gradually widening, blue, purple, lightly golden powder, and the morning mist wrapped in water vapor. Coming, the birds who don't know where to hide are chirping.

Shen Peinan hugged him from behind, unbuttoned the costume, reached into the inner layer of water jacket to caress, and accidentally touched his nipples with her fingertips, Mo Qinghe took a trembling breath, tilted her head back, nose All he smelled was the faint smell of alcohol, and he seemed to be drunk too. There was such a stern and resolute face in front of him. After staying up all night, a little green beard grew on his chin. He obsessively brought his cheeks closer, He sticks to each other, saying in his heart that he will love him for one more day, just one day, and he will not love him tomorrow.

They hugged each other tightly, Mo Qinghe's back was pressed against Shen Peinan's chest, feeling that hard and hot thing was stuck in the seam of his buttocks, he shook his waist, and rubbed him back, the thing became even more serious It's a little hard.He couldn't help laughing, raised his hand to pat Shen Peinan's face, and said, "You haven't slept all night, and you're not tired."

Shen Peinan kissed his ear, put the earlobe between his lips and gently kneaded it until Mo Qinghe trembled, and dishonestly rubbed his crotch with his hands, but his tone was very gentle and peaceful, and sighed: "Little Mo , don’t blame me for doubting you. Sometimes I’m really weird. I always say that actors are meaningless. How can you have such a big heart for such a small person? If you want to discuss current affairs with me, you will cry, scold and sigh, your man wants to marry a wife, but you just grit your teeth and ignore it."

"Tell me, what are you thinking in your heart? Are you ever tired?"

Mo Qinghe turned her head and stared at him blankly, her movements became louder, the white pompon and pearls on top of her head trembled, her tense face restrained all her emotions, even her sadness was covered with rouge , how can the actors be tired?I always have to swallow my tears and perform the love and hatred on the stage with high spirits.

The play he acted in was too big and lively, compared to what he was thinking, it didn't matter.

"People always have to pay for what they want." He lowered his head and said softly, "I didn't know how to write my name until I was 13 years old, but Master taught me a sentence that I dare not forget: Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." "Brother Shen, stop asking."

Shen Peinan was stunned, hugged him in his arms, turned around and walked out of the balcony, closing the curtains tightly.The morning light couldn't penetrate, so he laid Mo Qinghe on the bed, turned off the lamp, and the room was instantly groggy. He kissed the face of the delicate beauty, and whispered: "There are some things that cannot be said during the day. It’s not yet dawn, we talk a little bit at night, it’s too sour, I’ll say it as if I’m drunk, and you listen to it as if you’re drunk, and you’ll forget it when you wake up.”

He took off the flowers one by one from Mo Qinghe's head, unbuttoned his clothes, exposing his white shoulders and hard pink nipples like stones, gently kneaded them with his fingertips, and the two hugged each other , with the warm breath warming his ears, Shen Peinan said: "There is an old saying, there is a confidant in the world, you can have no hatred, and if you make an appointment with him, it will last forever."

The layered patterns of the clothes fluttered against the person's face, including the person in the clothes, like a white gardenia budding in the dark night, with a slender waist and cheeks as red as begonias.Mo Qinghe hooked Shen Peinan's neck, put his lips together, two soft tongues were entangled with each other, the wet touch, the smell of tobacco, there was a bang in his ears, his whole body was on fire, he didn't care about anything, he hurried Kissing in a hurry, while trying to untie his belt indiscriminately.

The plain white costumes are stacked around the waist, and the hair is full of flowers and buns. The drama on the stage, the desire off the stage, the gender confusion, is completely depraved.He was breathing quickly in the dark, like a shy lady in a boudoir, having an affair with her cousin, throwing embroidered pier and round fan while the adults were away, before even taking off her clothes, half-pushing and letting him in, weeping and crying Feeling ashamed, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

He endured the violent stirring in his body, intermittent moaning and confession, he thought, what happened at night will not be known during the day, only for this moment, they did not sell themselves to the country, they did not have their own involuntary, let alone partisan disputes and lies to deceive .And only for this moment, he doesn't have to force himself to be an upright man to take responsibility, just like a bitch in people's eyes, who is glamorous and sought after by others during the day, and lies under his lover at night, spending money like water for granted, sissy, contrived, and shameless Debauchery, only for him to see, even cheap, innocent and cute.

The curtains reflected the pale sky, the clothes thrown around the room, the flowers, the dried white marks and bright red paint on the bed, and the sky outside the window finally lit up.

Mo Qinghe slept until noon before getting up to take a bath. She walked out of the bathroom with her slippers on, wrapped in a white bathrobe, her whole body was still wet, her face that had just removed her makeup was exceptionally fair, her expression was a little aggrieved, as if she was a few years younger.

Shen Peinan was sitting on the bedside reading a book, heard the movement, glanced at his watch, frowned and said: "Go and change clothes, everyone has an appointment at one o'clock to go shopping, the car is already at the door." After finishing speaking, he continued to pretend to read, but the corners of his lips twitched After getting up, I finally couldn't hold it back for a long time, closed the book and started laughing.When Mo Qinghe approached, she hugged him in her arms and said with a smile: "Little Que'er, tell me what happened last night, what did I say, why did you act like that?"

Mo Qinghe's face was flushed red, and she picked up a pillow and patted him, cursing at the same time: "I didn't mention it all, but since I got up and talked about it until now, you are a thick-skinned person, trying to coax him in different ways." People serve you, my waist is almost broken, you still have the nerve to cross the river and tear down the bridge..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that the room had been cleaned and the sheets were replaced with new ones. An old woman was wiping the table with a mop. Mo Qinghe was shocked, and hurriedly asked where the sheets and dirty clothes went. Said it was taken away by the servants, hurriedly picked up the pillow and beat Shen Peinan again, wailing: "Half of my life is gone, if this gets out, the old lady will kill me!"

Shen Peinan hid the pillow, found a set of moon white and dark flower Hangfang gown from the closet and threw it to him, and said solemnly: "Don't make trouble, the old lady is waiting for you downstairs."