old house bird thing

Xiangxiang held a bowl to feed porridge to the sick patient, until the continuous coughing woke Xiangxiang up, looked down, and fed a spoonful of porridge to the patient's nose.

It was the wonderful person with willow eyebrows like smoke and clear eyes looking forward, but unfortunately, he was choked by a lump of preserved egg and lean meat porridge on his nose, making him cough endlessly.Xiangxiang sighed, recently he was only thinking about Zhou Lanxin, he was distracted when doing anything, picked up the rag on the table and wiped it for that person, and said, "I'm sorry."

"I'll eat it myself." The man suddenly said, "I've been lying down for a few days, and I'm already healed."

Holding the porridge bowl, Xiangxiang paused, staring blankly at the person on the bed, never heard him say a word since picking him up, never thought he was not dumb.

The man was a little uncomfortable being looked at by Xiangxiang, he lowered his head and took the porridge bowl in Xiangxiang's hand, raised his slender chin, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xiangxiang said.

"My name is Jiang Dieyi." He said.

"Jiang... Dieyi." Xiang Xiang muttered, "Jiang Dieyi, Jiang Dieyi."

When Dieyi heard Xiangxiang say his name three times in a row, he suddenly felt his heart beat violently three times. He had never been so flustered in his life. He turned his face away from Xiangxiang, reluctantly grinned. Dry lips: "Dare to ask your benefactor's name?"

"Heh!" Xiang Xiang couldn't hold back his laughter, "Where is this drama from? Why don't you say 'make a grass ring' and 'be a cow or a horse'?"

Dieyi's eyes sank, he stared at the bowl in his hand, and murmured: "I'm...a singer...actor, I'm not very good at talking, I made my husband laugh."

Xiangxiang was dumbfounded. He saw that he was about the same age as him, so he talked and wrote casually, but he didn't expect... Isn't this a blatant mockery of others?

"I didn't mean to satirize you..." The young man explained awkwardly, his handsome side face full of apology.

"It's okay, you...you don't have to...that's it, you...you..." Jiang Dieyi looked at Xiang Xiangxiang's side face a little incoherently, unable to speak out anxiously.

"My name is Du Liangyu." Xiangxiang replied dryly.

Then both of them fell silent. Xiangxiang itself is very quiet, and he is always the one who listens when a group of people talk, so when two people who are not good at communicating meet, the whole room falls into an embarrassing situation. silence.

Xiangxiang raised his eyes to look at Dieyi, the sun shone on him through the window, he held his rice bowl with his head down, he was so thin that he seemed to fall down when the wind blows, his short hair was very docile and looked soft And warm, long and thick eyelashes glowing golden yellow in the sun, flickering and falling a lot of dust.

The next day, Xiangxiang was startled when he came back from shopping outside, but when he opened the door, he saw someone sitting in the living room.As soon as the man saw Xiangxiang, he immediately jumped up from the sofa, holding the worn-out bundle on his arm, and walked forward with his head down, bewildered.

Dieyi said: "Thank you for your rescue. I have disturbed you for a long time, and I will come back after a while to pay back the money you spent."

Xiangxiang shook his head and said, "No need, isn't there an old saying? Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I am accumulating virtue, and you don't have to pay it back."

Dieyi hesitated for a while, and finally said: "That's it, I'm leaving."

Xiang Xiang stood at the door and looked at the back of the man going away, feeling a little lost for some reason, thinking that he left so simply, he probably won't be able to see such a good-looking man in the future.He shook his head again and retorted, it's fine to leave, but it's not right to leave a stranger at home after all, who knows what kind of person he is.

Originally thought that they would never meet again in the future, who would have thought that the two would meet again a few days later.

There is a lot of water in the south, and there is a stream blocking the way within a few steps, so there are also many bridges, arch bridges, Dun bridges, and bridges in the south. Because people are always coming and going on the bridges, people always like to do business at the bridgehead.

One evening, Xiangxiang was wandering around the bridge stall near the small building. At this time, there was a night market, and it was very lively outside. There were sellers of snacks, groceries, acrobats, and opera singers. All inclusive.

An uncle who sells rice wine glutinous rice balls happily hummed a ditty, and served Xiangxiang a large bowl. The bright red wolfberries floated on the crystal white glutinous rice balls, and the aroma of rice wine made people feel confused. Biting a spoonful into his mouth, he flattened the ball with his tongue before swallowing it intentionally.

The uncle said with a smile: "Young man, how does my Jiuniang Yuanzi taste?"

Xiangxiang said: "It's fragrant, it's so fragrant, the smell of alcohol is brewed in it, right? The ones I ate in the past were all mixed with alcohol, and the taste is not authentic at all."

"That's right, we buy things just to save money." The uncle is very good at promoting business, and said with a smile: "This bridge is very lively at night, there are monkeys and acrobats over there, and there are people who sing small songs and big plays, go and play." Play, when you get tired from standing, go back to my stall to eat dumplings."

Xiangxiang responded with a smile, got up and paced into the crowd.

He stopped in front of a face-changing juggling stall. The stall owner was a monkey, one young and one old. The little monkey was holding a gong and a mallet, beating 'bang bang' very vigorously, and a little girl was holding a basket in her hand. The crowd is begging for money, and the old man is a real performer. Dozens of faces are matched with dozens of different voices, which is simply amazing.Xiangxiang applauded until his hands hurt, but he kept clapping.This is the real folk artist, and this kind of unique skill will take more than ten years of hard work.

At this time, a piece of Beijing opera music suddenly sounded, and a spectator beside Xiangxiang shouted excitedly: "Hey, let's go, the show is starting, hurry up and grab a place."

Xiangxiang felt strange. Although Peking Opera is popular all over the country, those who sing Peking Opera are usually in some high-end places, such as special theaters, because Peking Opera has a much higher threshold than other operas. Street singing.

In the distance, an intoxicating tune came from a place where the crowd was concentrated.

The ice wheel of the island is turning,

Seeing the jade rabbit, the jade rabbit rose east again.

The ice wheel is off the island,

The universe is extremely bright, the bright moon is in the sky,

Just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace,

The slave is like Chang'e leaving the moon palace.

It's like Chang'e descending to the Nine Layers,

Clear and cold in Guanghan Palace, ah, Guanghan Palace.

The jade bridge leans against the railing,

Mandarin ducks come to play in the water,

The golden carp faces in the water,

Ah, the water faces;

Goose in the sky, goose fly, oh goose,

The geese fly together,

Wen Nu's voice fell into the shade of flowers,

The sight is mesmerizing,

Unconsciously came to Baihua Pavilion.

Xiangxiang couldn't control his steps, and walked forward as if he was tempted. Under the dim light, the noise of the crowd, and the creaking of musical instruments, the beauty on the three-foot stage was dressed in colorful robes. With a phoenix crown and jade beryllium, hanging tips and phoenix eyes, graceful and charming, Xiangxiang was stunned, and looked at him for a long time. He seemed to see him too, and looked back in a daze.He reflected in a flash, flicked his sleeves, stood on his toes gracefully, and walked gracefully, making Xiangxiang think that the confrontation just now was just his illusion.

"Good! Good!" The audience in the audience couldn't help applauding loudly.

The evening wind blew across Xiangxiang's forehead, and Xiangxiang suddenly remembered Xu Zhimo's poem "Accidental", I met you on the sea of ​​​​dark night, you have yours, I have mine, and you can remember the direction Well, you'd better forget about the light that shines when we meet.