Biganchun

On the first day of the Dragon Boat Festival, people with surnames Wan in the streets of Tokyo celebrate the festive season together.On the Bian River, grasshoppers raced across the river, and the oars flew away like flying. At the bridgeheads on both sides of the river, there were crowds of people, cheers, and prosperity.

Fangzhou picks up emerald greens and forgets to return at dusk, and Xiuye's outing is uncertain.Until the end of the Shen Dynasty and the beginning of the united states, the streets and alleys were still shoulder to shoulder and facing each other with their backs.

On the bank of the Cai River, at the entrance of the alley, and in the Qingfeng Building, the business of the previous seat seems to be a little later than usual.There are only a few stars on the second floor, and there are only three or five tables of guests sitting idle.

In the middle of the hall, two rappers were performing a drama opposite each other.Although there were not many spectators at this time, they played with both voice and emotion.Once in a lifetime, chivalrous and tender, leading to a legend, sighing like this——

Thousands of miles to send Jing Niang.

This story of Taizu has been circulated among the people for a hundred years, and it is not known whether it was fabricated by later generations or it is true.Even though it is already well-known and familiar to everyone, it is still fascinating every time it comes to the dusk.

"...Benefactor, don't blame Yumei for talking too much. Yumei is not a filthy and lowly person. She is only for the rest of her life. She is bestowed by her benefactor. Apart from this body, there is no other reward..."

"...Zhao is an upright man. He has been upright all his life and has never been a sycophant. Why do you regard me as a junior who rewards you with kindness, and a good person who pretends to be a good man? If you don't stop thinking about it, I will let go of my hands now , don’t care about business, no wonder I have a beginning and an end..."

"...Today, I saw the benefactor's thoughts, and I surpassed Liu Xiahui and Lu men. Yumei is a girl, sitting in a well and looking at the sky, and begging for forgiveness from benefactors..."

"...Xianmei, it's not my glue stick playing the harp, I was walking to see you off on foot. If it's an affair today, how is it different from those two thieves? Turn the former sincerity into falsehood, and provoke the heroes of the world joke……"

"...Brother En, good advice, Yumei can't repay her great virtue in this life, and she will die as a weed..."

A prophecy.At the end of the song, Kuangyin travels far away, Jingniang hangs herself, and in the end, the flower falls and the person dies, and the two don't know each other.

The lingering sound lingers on the beams, brushing past the window and the front of the bottle.With a slender and powerful hand, Ben had been beating on the table in tune with the music, but at this moment he stopped suddenly, lifted the side jug again, poured out a pour of good wine, and filled the empty glass.

Holding the cup in hand, Bai Yutang drank it down in one gulp.

Lihuachun, who was under the flowers at the beginning?That period of the past, thinking about it now, is not like my own story.

Isn't it also an acquaintance in distress?Isn't it also a gift from a thousand miles away?Isn't it also a heroic act, just for the righteousness of the world?

It's a pity that he has a beginning but no end after all, and he has given up his previous chic.

If you can't help yourself, let your heart indulge.

...Turning the former sincerity into a fake, making the heroes of the world laugh...

At that moment, everyone outside of him was forgotten.

In front of Gaodi's doorstep, the sword is shaking, and there is no way to advance or retreat.The question that came out of my mouth was unimaginably straight out of my chest, seeming far and near, suspicious and unreal.

"...Do you want to go back to such a home, or come with me?..."

After that sentence came out, who was more surprised, he or her?Whose hesitation is deeper?

If at that time, I didn't care whether she answered or not, I just held her hand tightly, and now I looked up at each other, would I see her eyes flashing, lowering her head, and showing a gentle smile for him?

When alcohol enters the heart of sorrow, the past is like a hangover, and it is only when I wake up that the confusion at the time is relieved.

Bai Yutang laughed at himself, looked over the window railing, and looked at the streets and alleys downstairs of Qingfeng Tower.

Pedestrians are like knitting, cars are like running water, and horses are like dragons.

Joy and laughter, the prosperity of the market.In the midst of the prosperity of the world of mortals, a lonely figure can be vaguely seen, drifting with the waves, unable to bear to be submerged.

The girl behind her caught up two steps, gently grabbed her arm, and pouted: "Girl, I wanted you to come out to relax. If you are still so unhappy, you might as well go back."

Qingcheng smiled faintly: "Okay, wherever you want to go, I'll let you go."

The conversation with Zhan Zhao in the courtyard of Suzaku Alley last night was like a gust of wind blowing away layers of floating sand, revealing her deep struggle under the shackles in her heart.He was sincere, but she couldn't give any response.Although the original intention is bitter, it is a persistent persistence in this life, and it is difficult to change.

At that time, Zhan Zhao spoke bluntly, mentioning Aman's destiny in this life, which hit another weak spot in Qingcheng's heart.Sisters who have lived for a while, do you mean you can leave as soon as you say?

Waking up this morning, Ah Man saw that her mind was heavy and her face was full of worry and concern, which made her feel more guilty.After the application time passed, Aman begged her to come out to the street together, although she was depressed and uninterested, she reluctantly agreed.

Aman's eyes moved, and he said to Qingcheng: "If you go to the Bianhe River now, you may not be in time to watch the dragon boat race. Why don't you just go to the Junyi Bridge? I heard that there are many new tricks on both sides of the road. "

Qingcheng didn't want to spoil Aman's interest, so she nodded.The two walked along the street, and after a while, there were gradually more jugglers on both sides of the road.There are crowds of onlookers and pedestrians everywhere, and the colorful noise is like thunder.

The two wandered around, stopped at random, and looked at a few houses.After looking at each place, Aman threw some copper coins and kept them as head wraps.As I was walking forward, when I looked up, there was a stage surrounded by the street, which was quite different from other houses.

But I saw that the stage was densely surrounded by bamboo boards, five feet high and a pool of water, about fifteen or six steps long and seven or eight steps wide.On the stage, a horizontal bar was erected in the air, and a curtain was hung, which separated the pond into two halves, the front and the back.At this time, four colorful boats on the water in the foreground are walking in a single file, and there are various military dramas on them, such as banners, lions and leopards, swords, barbarians, gods and ghosts, Zaju and so on.Looking closely, Lou Chuan and Baixi are actually puppets.Dozens of long poles poked out from above the curtain, hanging down thin silk threads.The end of the silk thread is connected to Lou Chuan and Baixi sergeant, connecting each line and movement, which is extremely delicate.There were bursts of silk and bamboo singing from behind the curtain, which matched the repertoire of the foreground, a perfect match, and extremely lively.

Aman took Qingcheng's hand, looked at the audience for a while, turned back and smiled and said: "Girl, I think this is the famous 'water puppet' in Tokyo! I heard that the puppeteer is standing behind the curtain In the water, bamboo poles are used to pull the silk threads on the puppets, and the technique is very delicate. As for the rap players, they stand on the terrace behind. Hearing a hundred times is better than seeing one, seeing this water palace and boat, it is really beautiful!"

Qingcheng smiled faintly, but said in his mouth: "How long will you be here in Bianjing? You know a lot. Why can't you put three points in the serious business of this hearsay cleverness?"

Aman knew that Qingcheng was implying that she hadn't noticed Zhan Zhao's recovery early in the morning, so she didn't dare to speak back, but stuck out her tongue, bit her lip, turned around, and continued the puppet show on the stage.

The Huacai opera was vividly seen before, but Qingcheng's eyes just swept over it lightly.To her, it seemed that she had never really been in this splendid secular world.

The Louchuan Baixi performed two or three more tea kung fus, and gradually the song ended and the music gradually died down.A small door opened in the curtain, and the four building boats formed a team and slowly sailed back to the background.The audience in the audience applauded and cheered endlessly.

Seeing Aman lingering in the audience, Qingcheng patted her on the shoulder lightly: "Still leaving?"

Aman turned his head and begged softly, "Miss, please watch for a while, okay?"

Hearing her pitiful voice, Qingcheng thought that she was in the Mood for Love, innocent and innocent, and had followed him through all kinds of hardships and hardships this year. He had never seen her so happy, and his heart softened, so he said: "Okay, let's see again." Just go out."

When the backstage was silent for a while, there was a flute sound.The curtain door opens, and a boat swings out.On the boat stood an old puppet fisherman, wearing straw sandals and a bamboo hat, and wearing a coir raincoat, singing to the sound of the flute——

"... Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms flow in the water and mandarin fish are fat. Green straw hats, green coir raincoats, slanting wind and drizzle do not return..."

Returning half my life, I have been idle for a lifetime. Through the ages, there is no better tune than this.

After singing a song, the old fisherman picked up a fishing rod from the bow of the boat, put on the bait, and threw it into the water.Throwing the rod into the water, the old fisherman sat down at the stern.Not long after, the tip of the pole moved, and the old fisherman raised his arm suddenly, raised the pole and swung it, and caught a lively five-color koi from the water.

Puppets are exquisite and compact, and this series of actions is even more meticulous and completed in one go, which elicited applause from the audience.Even Qingcheng couldn't help but take a second look at the stage.

Among the many tricks of the water puppet, the underwater knotting of fish is the most exciting and also the most difficult part.It is necessary for the artist to hold his breath, submerge his whole body into the bottom of the water, and put the live fish on the hook.And you must be extremely careful when you act, neither to let the audience see through the mechanism, nor to cause ripples on the water surface out of thin air.

The old fisherman caught a fish, tilted the fishing rod slightly, and the koi got off the hook and fell into the fishing basket on the boat.He chuckled, and said to himself, "I'm lucky today. When I got home, I was able to cook a pot of carp soup for my grandson."

He put away his pole, started to row the oar, and it seemed that he was about to go home.Unexpectedly, at this time, another koi jumped out of the water half a foot high, shouted: "Wait a minute!" Then it plopped and fell into the water again.

The old fisherman turned his head to the water and said, "When I came out today, my old lady said that only one fish is enough for soup. You are lucky, let me let you go today."

But the koi wagged its tail in the water, causing a wave: "No way. The one you caught just now is my companion. Please let it go."

The old fisherman laughed and said: "It bit my bait by itself, and it was the wisher who took the bait. I just followed the sky, old man. It has reached its end today, and you can't save it."

Half of the koi in the water came out of the water, and the lips of the fish opened and closed on the water: "If you must bring a fish home today, I will let you go. Just let it go."

This little play is about to come to an end, and the audience is already full of cheers.The fisherman and the little fish asked and answered, and they were all backstage artists singing and reciting together, so there was nothing special about it.But what is strange is that the koi in the water leaped out again and again. It was obvious that someone hid in the water holding his breath and kept catching and throwing the live fish in the water in line with the performance on stage.Although this technique is extremely difficult, what is even more difficult is that it is unprecedented for everyone in the audience to hold their breath in the water for such a long time.

The old fisherman wondered: "Have you thought about it clearly? If you replace it with your body, you are going to serve it in my old lady's soup pot."

The koi submerged in the water, and immediately jumped out of the water with another leap: "I did something wrong two days ago and offended my partner. I wanted to apologize to it, but I haven't found the opportunity. Now I see it Being caught by you, wouldn’t my guilt have to be accumulated in my heart for a lifetime? The sage said that death is lighter than a feather, and death is heavier than Mount Tai. I will die on behalf of it today, and I hope it will forgive me in the end, and I will have no regrets .”

But the old fisherman shook his head and said, "It doesn't make sense. Have you ever heard another saying from the sage? It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes if you stay in love with each other. No matter what is unfinished between you, you and it will forget each other and dissolve it." That’s the truth. I’ve already put away my fishing rod today, and I won’t change my mind.”

Hearing that the fisherman and Xiaoyu exchanged bookbags, many scholars in the audience looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, suddenly the koi in the water leaped up vigorously and hit the old fisherman's boat straight. With a sweep of the tail, it just hit the fish basket.The fish basket tilted to one side, and the fish that was caught in the basket slipped into the water with a slur.

Pisces entered the water and returned to their free bodies. Two ripples appeared on the water surface, like green lotuses with juxtaposed pedicles.

The old fisherman jumped up and scolded, but he had no choice but to hold the fishing rod again, put on the bait, sit cross-legged, and throw the rod head into the water again to fish.

This time, he sat on the boat for a long time, but there was no movement at all, and he lost the good luck of last time.Finally he got impatient and murmured, "It's strange, where have all the fish gone?"

At this time, the koi that knocked over the fish basket jumped out of the water again, and said with a smile: "Old man, in my opinion, you are the one who doesn't make sense. Have you ever heard the allusion of 'Sinking fish and falling geese'? Now there is a girl in a light blue dress under the stage, she is magnificent and looks like a city. All the underwater creatures have avoided it early in the morning. Old man, if you spend half a day fishing, it will be a waste of effort. You might as well go home earlier Take a break!"

After hearing Yu'er's words, the surrounding audience laughed loudly, and turned around to look for the stunning beauty that Yu'er was talking about.Seeing the eyes cast on him, Qingcheng was surprised and annoyed for a moment, stepped forward a few steps, and shouted at the stage: "Who dares to talk nonsense here?"

But a person behind him said with a smile: "Is the water puppet in Bianjing look good?"

The voice is clear and smooth, extremely familiar to the ears, who is it not Zhan Zhao?

Qingcheng looked back suddenly, but saw that his face was calm and gentle, his eyes were deeply smiling, and he was meeting her gaze.

Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood something, and looked to the side, Aman had long since disappeared.She frowned, and murmured: "Girl, it's not that easy to ask me to spare you this time!"

While talking, Zhan Zhao walked up to her, and said with a smile, "Don't blame Aman, I asked her to bring you here this afternoon. The water puppets in this Chengfu class are known as the best in the city. You It would be a shame not to see it.”

Qingcheng looked up, and saw that the boat on the stage had been retracted behind the curtain.A few entertainers came out from behind the stage and greeted Zhan Zhao with a smile. They were obviously very familiar with him, and they thought that the play they performed just now was also at the invitation of Zhan Zhao.

Her heart fluctuated, she turned around and left without looking at Zhan Zhao.

Through the streets and alleys, the footsteps just don't stop.I don't know how long I walked until I was far away from the bustling city.

After Xingyun went away, the mountains were dark, and the gardens of the singing pools were quiet.The streets and alleys are remote, the sun is slanting to the west, the surroundings are silent, and the noise of the noise is no longer heard.

Qingcheng suddenly stopped in her tracks, and said calmly, "I've finished watching the puppet show you want me to watch. What are you still following me for?"

The person behind said quietly: "It was my mistake to hide your recovery. I didn't have time to talk about it last night. Today I wanted to use this water puppet to apologize to you and make you happier. If it annoyed you instead, And please forgive me."

Qingcheng turned around slowly and stood facing him again.Thinking of how since I met Zhan Zhao, I have always seen him in a dignified and dignified body, and in his capacity, today he does not hesitate to show his face, begging the artists of the Chengfu class to perform this water puppet for him in the downtown area, even though his anger is still in his heart at this moment , but couldn't help it anymore, and let out a chuckle.

This smile got deeper and deeper, and it lasted for a long time.Qingcheng turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly, the light looming in the setting sun.Zhan Zhao quietly looked at her back, but slowly suppressed the smile on his face, and his brows gradually became heavy.

He slowly walked in front of her, not surprisingly, he saw two lines of tears streaming down her face.

Qingcheng looked up into Zhan Zhao's eyes, and said slowly: "Do you know... In the past 12 years, you are the first person who really wants to make me happy..."

Zhan Zhao's heart was also sore, he didn't know what to say, he just walked along the street with her.

The twilight merged, dimming the figures of the two of them walking side by side.

It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to be in love with each other.If you close your eyes and go with the waves, you will save thousands of troubles, but forget and never forget, but how can you do whatever you want?

What kind of sadness would it be if you could never forget it after being separated from the rivers and lakes?

Walking through several streets and alleys, I suddenly heard several evening bells, which startled the tired birds to return to the forest.Zhan Zhao's eyes lit up, and he smiled slightly: "There should be a flower temple in this alley, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Qingcheng slightly lowered his jaw to Zhan Zhao.The two followed the sound and walked into the flower temple.But seeing that the small temple was empty and no one was there, the incense in front of the statue of the flower god was sold out, and it was deserted and depressed.

It's time for the flowers to bloom.Now that summer is coming, there are naturally fewer people worshiping the flower god.

A Zhike monk heard someone coming, and hurried back to the temple from the backyard, thinking that the bell he heard just now was his evening homework.

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly at the Zhigu monk, and took some copper coins from his bosom: "Master, please ask for two pillars of fresh incense."

The Zhike monk hurriedly shouted the dharma name, took the alms, lit two sticks of incense, and handed them to Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao turned his head and brought a stick of incense to Qing Cheng.Qingcheng seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still reached out to take it.Zhan Zhao smiled at her, turned around and walked in front of the statue, and firmly inserted the incense in his hand on the incense burner in front of the divine table.

He took a step back, frowned lightly, raised his eyes to look at the Flower God, clasped his palms together in front of his chest, and said slowly, "God blesses Qingcheng."

Qingcheng's body trembled, and her thoughts turned back and forth in an instant.

72 Records of the evening bell, at night and at night, wake up the deep dream in the heart.

24 Fanhua letter, every year, blows through the cold pond outside the world.

She vaguely recalled the moment of first acquaintance.In the cold morning of the ancient temple, with the new rain on the empty mountain, the people under the umbrella inadvertently stop and look back.

Looking back, from now on, there will be a new worry.

After a long time, she finally stepped forward, poured incense into the burner, and then retreated to the place beside him.

The palms are facing each other, the eyebrows are lowered to ask the heart, and the clothes are hanging down.When I looked up again, I saw a pair of smoke rising together on the incense table, floating in a lingering light.She prayed in a low voice, converging thousands of words into four characters, like a deep spring that has never been shown to anyone, overflowing with halal, and every word is pious.

"God bless Zhan Zhao."

The author has something to say: When this chapter was first written, it was just to put forward the theme of "it is better to forget each other than to forget each other in the rivers and lakes". I borrowed the carrier of water puppets, and I was reluctant to part with the prosperity of these street operas in the early Northern Song Dynasty. .But after thinking about it, I still feel that dragging Mr. Zhan into the water is a bit out of place.After much deliberation, I still edited the text, turning Mr. Zhan from an actor into a screenwriter.Thanks to the readers who first read the article for their opinions.Thank you, Hajime!