Costume Mountains and Rivers

Autumn came very quickly. After Mo Qinghe came back from Hangzhou, it rained for a whole week in Beiping. The roads were full of rainwater and soaked sycamore leaves, and the weather suddenly turned cold.

The few days in Shen's house exhausted Mo Qinghe's energy. When he returned home, he felt amnesty. No matter how Lao Liu urged him, he would sleep with his pillow in his arms until noon. After lunch, he would put on a white bamboo shirt and sit in the study I read a book while listening to the sound of the pattering rain outside.He used to be very jealous of Shen Peinan, but now he is compared with the whole Shen family. He thinks Shen Peinan is kind and kind, so every time Shen Peinan returns home from official business, he will stand beside Mo Qinghe's bed in military uniform and accuse him of being too lazy , He didn't even open his eyes, he was perfunctory for a while, and he buried his face in the pillow and yelled: "Uncle Liu, the teacher is back, greet me for me."

Shen Peinan encountered a strike by his personal secretary, his teeth were itchy with anger, he lifted the quilt and picked him up from the bed: "Little brat, do you think I can't cure you now?"

Mo Qinghe was bleary-eyed, her whole body weight was on Shen Peinan's arms, she continued to pretend to be dead, and said, "Don't make noise, don't make noise, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, let me sleep a little longer."

During the few days when the two of them left, the little yellow cat was ignored, lying on the sofa and staring at Uncle Liu every day, and it was already bored. As soon as Mo Qinghe came back, its interest in playing and its appetite recovered, and it was arrogant every day. He patrolled the mansion in high spirits, went to the backyard to visit the big white sunflower parrot if he had nothing to do, stretched out his paws and meowed at it for a while, quite self-conscious as the head of the family.

When Mo Qinghe was recuperating at home for three or four days and was about to return to the normal track, Shen Peinan received an order and was transferred to Shandong on a business trip.

After Shen Peinan left for seven or eight days, Mo Qinghe was bored. Every day after class, he called Hang Yunyang and a few friends from Liyuan to play cards. The mansion was full of flowers for a while, the phone rang non-stop, and the road outside the door was full of rickshaws, and the drivers braved the rain, waiting to pick up business from the bosses.

When there are many actors, it is inevitable to sing operas. Mo Qinghe's friends are all famous actors in Beiping City. They each have their own fans and troupes.Celebrities who love to listen to operas are very itchy, one by one they come to join the elegant gathering. The backyard of the Zhou mansion is wide and wide, the rain beats the begonias, the strings and strings meet, the famous actresses have wonderful voices, it can be called a lively scene in troubled times.

The backyard was hosted by Hang Yunyang and was singing out of the West Chamber. Zhang Sheng was missing, but there was no fan singing in the corner present. Mo Qinghe was playing cards in the living room. Hang Yunyang was wearing a white suit and held a very thin Cigarette, holding a champagne glass in the other hand, came over shaking his head, leaned against the back of Mo Qinghe's chair, and said with a smile: "Brother, Liu Chu is not coming again today?"

Mo Qinghe was busy picking cards, and raised her head: "The bad guy just left for half an hour, wait a little longer, maybe he'll be here soon."

As soon as the words were finished, a footman trotted in from the front yard holding an umbrella, his trousers were soaked up to his knees. He stood in the hallway for a while, shook the water beads from the tip of the umbrella vigorously, walked to the living room, and told Mo Qing He bowed his head: "Master, Boss Mo said that there will be a show at Yunjian Theater tonight, so he won't come."

Before Mo Qinghe could speak, Hang Yunyang raised his neck and drank half of the champagne in a sip, and hummed softly: "Yo, what do you mean by Senior Brother Liu Chu? Please every day, don't come every day, it's really busy like this, Or do you think the wine here is smelly, so you don't bother to come?" After speaking, she squinted at Mo Qinghe, but Qinghe ignored him, stared at the card by herself, and took a nine-barrel from the Great Wall that had just been built. Swipe over, pick a place and snap it, saying: "Don't talk nonsense, Liu Chu is not that kind of person."

Hang Yunyang went around to him: "What kind of person is he who is not like that? Brother, you always speak well for him, you don't know, Zongyi and I went to the theater the day before yesterday, and we ran into him at the gate of the theater. I wanted to say a few words I said nothing, but when he saw me, he turned his head and left, so as to make people lose face."

He complained incessantly, his eyebrows frowned into a small pimple, he put his hand holding the cigarette on Mo Qinghe's shoulder, and said perseveringly: "Brother, do you think he is brainless?"

Mo Qinghe couldn't help being entangled by him, pinched his face, and said with a smile: "You have such a mouth, no wonder Mr. Chen is afraid of you."

Yun Yang still wanted to talk, Mo Qinghe sighed, got up and pushed him on the seat: "You fight for me, if you win, it's yours, if you lose, it's mine. I'll go and invite Liu Chu myself."

After he finished speaking, he walked out, Hang Yunyang stood up to see him off, Mo Qinghe turned around and took the champagne glass in his hand, drank the remaining half glass of wine, made a gesture of stopping, and shouted to the servant: " Prepare the car and go to Yunjian Theater."

The servant was leaning in the hallway, dozing off while watching the drizzle. Hearing this, he hurriedly brought a cloak to Mo Qinghe to tie, held up an umbrella, and sent him out the door.

In autumn in Beiping, when it rains, people feel desolate. Passers-by are shrunk by the wind. The ginkgo trees on both sides of the road seem to have turned yellow overnight. When a gust of wind blows, the leaves fall down.

Mo Qinghe sat in the back seat of the car, opened the window a slit, and pressed her forehead against the window glass in a daze. When the driver heard the whistling wind, he turned his head and smiled and said, "Master, close the window, be careful that the rain will cool you down." .”

Mo Qinghe didn't answer, and tightened the cloak on her body. The rain outside seemed to confirm the driver's words. It was swept by the autumn wind, and drifted into the car in strands, soaking his shoulders in a large area, and it was icy cold. Relish.

He thought that he would have to face Liu Chu sooner or later. Although he had been trying to avoid it, he hoped that Liu Chu would play a game of cards with the excitement of his family and naturally resolve the embarrassment between the two, but he knew that Liu Chu Chu refused, Liu Chu fought for him since he was a child, protected him and loved him, and gave him half of a mouthful of dry food. This kind of affection, using tricks in the social field to fool him, is insulting him, and I can't live up to the heart of my childhood sweetheart. .

Now that Shen Peinan is not at home, it is the best and possibly the only time.

Yunjian Opera Garden is not far from the front gate. It was built in the Guangxu period of the late Qing Dynasty. It has a history of 40 to [-] years. When Mo Qinghe was seventeen or eighteen years old, he partnered with Mo Liuchu. The theater was too old and too narrow to accommodate more and more theater fans, so the two of them changed places and went to the largest Baihua Stage in Beiping City. Slowly deserted.

Unexpectedly, after Mo Liuchu recovered from his foot injury, he didn't go anywhere, so he chose this family to perform.

The car was still some distance away from the theater. Mo Qinghe stopped the driver, parked the car in a small alley, and didn't ask anyone to follow him. Holding an umbrella, he slid through the rainwater up to his feet on the side of the street. The garden gate stopped.

The day was obviously shorter, just after one o'clock, the sky was already showing signs of getting dark, half-dark, like a face that was gradually being drained of blood.There is a road at the entrance of the theatre, passers-by paced past in twos and threes, some glanced in, then walked away expressionlessly, and some looked impatient, cursing the gloomy weather, Mo Qinghe was afraid of being recognized, Turning his back and pretending to look at a big drenched poster, he hesitated under his feet, thinking about how to speak when he saw Liu Chu.

Footsteps came from far and near behind, and a few jokes in Beijing accent floated in Mo Qinghe's ears.

"I'm not saying, Boss Mo's acting is really bad for a while, I can't tell what's wrong, but when I stop there, I feel a little lack of energy!"

Another voice continued: "Let's see, ever since Mo Qinghe approached Mr. Shen and announced that he would not be on stage, Mo Liuchu seemed to have had his bones pulled out. The singing in that opera became more and more boring every day. It’s not that my friend gave me two tickets, I don’t want to come…”

"Yo, when you say that, I sound a little jealous?"

"Hey! In this world, arguing with a soldier is just asking for shame..."

The two laughed for a while, and walked in side by side. Mo Qinghe stood in the hallway, her nails pinching her palm tightly.

When the footsteps behind her could no longer be heard, Mo Qinghe raised her head, only to realize that the big poster of "Yutangchun" in front of her was Liu Chu, dressed as a young student in a robe, with a tall figure, raised her finger and pointed In a corner, the face is elegant and handsome, but the poster was drenched in the rain and faded from the wetness. The person in the painting lost his heroic spirit and looked a little lonely.

Mo Qinghe turned around and walked towards the door with big strides. The young man stood at the door and immediately bowed and bowed when he saw a guest coming. He looked up and saw that it was Mo Qinghe, he was shocked, pointed at him, and stammered Said: "You are not, not..."

Mo Qinghe took out five yuan as a reward, and shook his head at him. The clerk immediately cheered, opened the curtain, and called in loudly: "Please come inside!"

The theater garden was dim and dark, with a rotten smell of wood. Mo Qinghe found a seat and just sat down when the light bulbs around the stage suddenly lit up. The children somersaulted and jumped onto the stage one by one, each wielding knives and guns, performing a lively scene of fighting and killing. There were almost no people, and they were full of money, that is to say, they got [-]% of the seats, and the owner of the theater leaned against the door, eating melon seeds, with a gloomy face.

This scene made him very surprised. Back then, when he and Liu Chu played together here, there were still two hours left before the stage, and the audience was full of people sitting, standing, and piled on top of each other. Everyone is crowded, covered in sweat and waiting eagerly, and in the background, I can hear the cheers and yelling of Zoer Lihai, how can it be as deserted as it is now?

Su San, played by Wu Suyun, appeared, and Wang Jinlong, played by Mo Liuchu, also appeared. Mo Qinghe sat and listened from a distance, while unconsciously twirling the diamond ring on her finger, raising her hand to stop Dr. Tea who was passing by. Said: "When the show is over, let Liu Chu wait for me in the backstage."

Dr. Tea Water had noticed him earlier, and responded enthusiastically.

Liu Chu's play is really not as good as before, Mo Qinghe is an expert, he can pick out where the brother made a mistake, and what is not right at a glance. At first, he still remembered it in his heart, waiting to remind him later, but listen to it I don’t remember, there are too many.

After finally breaking up, everyone walked out shaking their hands. Mo Qinghe walked against the crowd and followed a shaved bald dragon to the backstage. Before entering the door, he heard the voice of the theater owner from inside.

"Boss Mo, Master Mo! We are old acquaintances. I paid a high price to invite you to use such a big room alone. You say you, huh? His Zhu Xiaoyun's Xiaosheng drama has become so popular recently, please beg me I don't even look for him, I just give you tricks, you can't fool me like this, listen to your play today, let me tell you!"

Before the boss finished speaking, Mo Liuchu's clear voice sounded: "Get out!"

"Hey, I said Boss Mo, what does this mean..."

There was a bang sound, something was smashed inside, the tone of the boss changed suddenly, and he said a series of vicious words, finally pushed the door open, and walked out angrily, Mo Qinghe stood outside the door without a word. Dodging, almost being hit by him, the boss glanced at him angrily: "Who are you, who let you in, this is the backstage, you are not allowed in..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly recognized Mo Qinghe, and shut his mouth all of a sudden. The boss wanted to put on a smiling face, but he was still angry after all. He clapped his palms on the back of his hands twice, and pointed back at the door: "You persuade him Ah, go and persuade me, is it easy for me to earn two dollars, it's all on him!" After finishing speaking, he ignored Mo Qinghe and strode away.

Mo Qinghe stood for a while, but did not hear any more movement, opened the door and walked in.

He felt that with Liu Chu's upright temper, he should still be angry at this moment, but when he walked up to him, he was stunned. Mo Liuchu was expressionless, removing makeup in front of the mirror, and his bluish-white hand was so thin that his bones were clearly visible. , grabbed a towel, wiped the oil paint on his face one by one, and didn't even lift his head when he heard someone coming in.

Mo Qinghe stood awkwardly, turned the ring on her hand unconsciously, and said softly: "Brother, I'm back."