Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

"Ding"

There was a slight muffled sound, and metal pierced the wood.

As soon as the two turned their heads, an arrow with a chicken feather stuck at the end pierced straight through the solid wooden pillar.

A drop of blood slid down the straight bridge of the nose and condensed into a bead at the tip of the nose.

The snow-white skin and bright red blood beads are really touching.

"Oh, it's off the mark." Someone on the side said inappropriately, with an annoyed tone, but a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Shang Chengjun wiped the blood from the tip of his nose with his hand, and turned his eyes sideways, "Isn't this the flower boss of Baozhen class?"

"No, no." Hua Jingzhao walked over with the appearance of a prodigal son, and hugged Su Qingchi, and did not forget to pout and pouted on Su Qingchi's face, "Hua has long been Boss Su's man. Chi, do you think I'm right?"

Su Qingchi lowered his eyes, and slanted across with a shallow arc, obviously he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Shang Chengjun looked back and forth between the two, and suddenly said, "I see."

Taking a step back and unfolding the fan, with a chic appearance, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It was Shang who lost his composure just now, Boss Hua, don't be surprised."

"It's easy to say, Qingchi has the physique to attract wolves, so it's no wonder the third young master, hahaha."

Shang Chengjun had a half-smile, glanced at Su Qingchi, and said with a smile, "Then I will take my leave first."

"No delivery, no delivery, easy to go, haha."

Shang Chengjun glanced at Su Qingchi again, the corner of his mouth curved for unknown meaning, he lifted his robe and lifted the curtain to go out of the backstage.

"Oh, it's a pity, I haven't practiced archery for a while, so I can't get the target right." Hua Jingzhao knocked on his forehead regretting, "Why did you shoot so little? Such a big head..."

Su Qingchi glanced out of his eyes, and then looked back, "Where did the chicken feathers on your arrow come from?"

Hua Jingzhao immediately laughed and jumped three feet away.

Su Qingchi narrowed his eyes, "If you dare to pull out another one, I will expose your skin."

Hua Jingzhao jumped back again and put his arms around Su Qingchi's shoulders, "Oh, okay, okay, you really can't pull out a penny, and I'll just plug that chicken in later."

As the sun sets, the scenery outside also becomes foggy, and the narrow and long alleys are bleakly stained.

Even though it is autumn, the vines in the corner of the courtyard are still lush and vigorous, with thousands of brown branches competing to climb, and the huge flower spikes cascading down on the bamboo frame like waterfalls, the colors are gorgeous, as bright as clouds.

In the small courtyard, several people sat around together, each of them had a bowl of chicken soup, drinking it deliciously.

"I wondered why the chicken we raised became a bald chicken when I came back." Su Baoer glanced at Hua Jingzhao, "I think you have been thinking about other people's meat for a long time."

Hua Jingzhao glanced at the chicken feet in his hand, lowered his head and stirred the chicken head and buttocks in the bowl with chopsticks, looked up eagerly at the chicken in Su Qingchi and Su Baoer's bowl, as if about to cry, "I'm not just thinking about its meat."

Su Qingchi held a chicken leg and ate slowly, while Su Baoer ran to the side with the bowl and squatted down to eat.

Hua Jingzhao almost bit off a chopstick.

Chrysanthemums are in full bloom at this time of year.

Chrysanthemum is also known as Jiuhua. Every time in the capital on Chongyang Festival, literati and poets invite crab eaters to appreciate chrysanthemums. Ordinary people can’t afford crabs, so they carry pots to the Zhenjue Temple outside the city to have a picnic, eat Chongyang cakes, and drink chrysanthemum wine. This is also appropriate.

There are many names of chrysanthemums, such as Peach Blossom Fan, Yulou Chunxiao, Yang Fei Drunk Dance, Autumn Water Lotus, Xi Shi Xiaozhuang, just such elegant names are already intoxicating, and there are also those whose names are tacky but not lacking in images, such as Phnom Penh Scarlet and Pink Peony , ink tiger beard and the like.

Different from the customs of the Han people, most of the men of the Eight Banners at this time are patrolling the paddocks, drinking alcohol under tents, and eating raw animal meat mixed with sauce. Of course, this comes from customs outside the customs.

When the chrysanthemum and yellow home brew are cooked, I will be drunk and intoxicated with you.

Su Qingchi has always loved chrysanthemums, and originally planned to go to Taoranting during the Double Ninth Festival to imitate those literati and poets, but Hua Jingzhao and Su Baoer, a senior and a junior, clamored to go to the mountain for a picnic, and Su Qingchi was tortured by them. Having no other choice, he had no choice but to nod and let them go.

In the wooden pavilion with red roof and flying eaves, several people sat around the stone table. Hua Jingzhao had prepared the first-class old flower carvings earlier.

The few people rented a carriage when they came, so they brought a lot of things for this mountaineering excursion. It was said that there were a lot of things. Su Qingchi really doubted that the big and small houses had been emptied.

Although the weather was cool, but because it was on the top of the mountain, there was some chill in the cool wind. Thanks to Hua Jingzhao's thoughtfulness, he brought a small copper stove here before leaving.

On the stone table, there are four or five delicate dishes, a plate of Double Ninth Cake, a plate of Crab Roe Cake, and a flat copper stove in the middle is burning a small fire. The copper plate on the stove is filled with [-]% water, and the water is placed A plain white porcelain jug, with a small fire and a little drunk, the aroma of wine overflowed for a while.

Su Qingchi covered his sleeves and yawned. Seeing that the surrounding area was not bright yet, he really didn't know why Hua Jingzhao went crazy and dragged him to this mountain before dawn.

The cold wind blew, and the fire flickered a few times, burning in clusters. Su Qingchi was really sleepy, so he folded his arms and rubbed them together a few times.

Hua Jingzhao took out a cloak from a bamboo box beside him and put it on.

The cloak, fur-lined and satin-faced, is warm enough to wear.

Su Qingchi turned his head to look at Hua Jingzhao, seeing the other party's soft expression and watery eyes, he felt dazzled.

After resting against Hua Jingzhao for a while, when he opened his eyes, it was already dawn, and the water in the copper plate on the stone platform was already boiling and bubbling, but he was the only one left in the pavilion.

Su Qingchi stood up, the cloak on his shoulders slipped to the ground, he remembered that Hua Jingzhao put it on him just now, picked up the cloak and put it on the bamboo box, Su Qingchi stood in the pavilion looking around, but still did not see it with a figure.

Just as he was wondering, the laughter of two people came from a distance, Su Qingchi turned to look over there, two figures, one big and one small, walked towards this side, holding two cylindrical paper lanterns in their hands , the light is weak, glowing with yellow light, in the hazy color of the green hills, but it is also eye-catching.

The two of them were still covered with dew, but they were in a very good mood.

"Brother, you're awake." Su Bao'er entered the pavilion, put down the lantern and ran over to hug his waist, rubbing him twice like a kitten.

Probably because he had just woken up, Su Qingchi didn't kick him away as usual, but just looked at the two of them blankly.

The sleepy drunken eyes were filled with a hint of seductive mist, and the careful precautions and shrewd calculations of the past faded away, leaving only a soft body and bones, a cheek not much bigger than a slap, and a thin chin, delicate and picturesque Her facial features, especially the thin lips that naturally make men have frivolous desires, just pursed like this, can also seduce people's soul.

"What? Are you waiting for me?" Hua Jingzhao squeezed that slender chin and moved closer.

Two fingers as slender as scallions were suddenly between his lips.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Hua Jingzhao backed away regretfully, obviously he was so attractive, how could he be so ignorant.

Ugh……

"Brother, we wanted to wake you up, but you fell asleep too deeply." Su Baoer pointed around with her chin, "You should wake up earlier, look, these lanterns are not very bright, thanks to the flowers Big Brother has put so much thought into it."

Su Qingchi followed Su Baoer's line of sight, swept around, and held his breath for an instant.

Just now he didn't notice that the pillars at the four corners of the pavilion were covered with colorful lanterns, and the light and thin paper showed the short candles inside. They were colorful, and if you didn't look carefully, you might think they were colored glazed beads.

"Do you like it?" Hua Jingzhao asked softly.

A smile overflowed from the corner of Su Qingchi's mouth, "Not bad."

But a sincere appreciation made the two people beside him stunned for a while.

"What's wrong?" Su Qingchi turned his head.

Hua Jingzhao's smile grew stronger, and he stretched out his hand to touch the corner of Su Qingchi's mouth, "It's the first time I saw you smiling so beautifully, I was dumbfounded."

"It's so beautiful." Su Baoer also said blankly.

The hot aged Huadiao has a rich aroma and a mellow taste. Compared with strong wines such as Zhuyeqing and Burning Knife, it can be regarded as mild in nature.

Hua Jingzhao poured a glass for Su Qingchi, and poured a small dish for Su Baoer, saying that anyone who is a man must drink, if he is not drunk today, he will not return home, which made Su Baoer feel passionate, imitating Hua Jingzhao, He poured a full cup, and it looked like he was going to drink from a cow.

Before Su Qingchi could stop it, a full glass of wine had already entered Su Bao'er's stomach. He didn't know whether it was spicy or hot, and he was sticking out his tongue, his face wrinkled beyond recognition.

"It deserves it." Su Qingchi couldn't help but glared at him, then squinted at Hua Jingzhao again.

Hua Jingzhao drank some wine, his complexion was a little rosy, and he was holding his chin, tilting his head and looking at Su Qingchi, with a little drunkenness.

"Qingchi, I'm afraid I've made up my mind."

The thick callus on Hua Jingzhao's thumb rubbed against the delicate skin on the back of Su Qingchi's hand, a little playful and intoxicated.

Su Qingchi withdrew his hand, rolled up his sleeves, slightly drooped his thin eyelids, and raised them slantedly again, "I'm afraid only the little Xianggong in the Xianggong's hall knows whether it's broken or not."

Hua Jingzhao didn't miss those Xianggong halls on weekdays, and he was already a regular customer on that Fengyue Street, but he only went there recently.

Su Qingchi knew about this, he had heard from Hua Jingzhao that he fell in love with a young man in the house, and he always thought about it when he saw him, and he couldn't let it go, he was afraid that he had his heart set on him.

Su Qingchi didn't take it seriously, just casually dropped a sentence, carefully contracted an unclean disease, Hua Jingzhao just waved his fan and laughed.

But since then, Hua Jingzhao has been going to meet that young man named Keqing every now and then.

Even so, he never stayed in the hall.

Hua Jingzhao did not speak, but lay down on the table, as if he was really drunk, and half-closed his eyes to look at Su Qingchi.

He was used to seeing Su Qingchi, but now he felt that his eyes were scorching, and was about to find a topic when Hua Jingzhao spoke.

"Qingchi, do you know why I pulled you out today before dawn?"

This question, even if he didn't say it, Su Qingchi wanted to ask it, so he just gave him a look.

Hua Jingzhao sat up, stretched his waist, then put his chin in one hand, and said with a smile, "If I don't take a step earlier, I will be robbed by Shang."

Needless to say, the surname Hua Jingzhao said was Shang Chengde.

Su Qingchi glanced at him helplessly, with the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "What do you care about with him?"

"Yeah, what do I care about with him, you are mine anyway, hahaha..." Hua Jingzhao became serious again.

"Crazy." Su Qingchi cursed lightly.

Su Bao'er had already leaned against the pillar and fell to one side, and now there were only two people looking at each other, and a strange atmosphere arose, so Su Qingchi got up and walked around on the mountain as an excuse, but this time Hua Jingzhao didn't follow, Su Dumping the pool felt a little more comfortable.

The green hills in the distance are misty and picturesque, overlapping mountains are piled up, light green is stacked with ink blue, like splashed ink layered on rice paper, and the breeze is blowing in front of you, with an air of emptiness and distance, gently evoking Su Qingchi's daydream.

More than ten years ago, but more than 200 years later, such a thing, I am afraid that no one can explain it.

The smoke and clouds of history are changing, the times are changing, and a person's life comes and goes in a hurry, and what is left in the end is either a trace of memory left in someone else's mind, or a fragment of a passing passerby in someone else's life. What's left?

Maybe there is only one sentence left in his mind in his previous life.

Someone once said to him, "Su Yang, I like you." This may be the most disgusting sentence that person ever said to him.

But it is also the last sentence.

He vaguely remembered the hut where the two lived together. It was shabby and shabby. When it rained, it was necessary to put washbasins on the floor and bed. If there was no washbasin, a bucket was placed. Even when the leak was serious, even the bowls for eating could be used.

He remembered that the landlady was very fierce, always wearing a big flowered nightdress, revealing two underwear belts on her shoulders, slippers on her feet, red nail polish on her toenails, a face covered with white powder, and she said nothing. She bluffed at the top of her voice when she reached two sentences, and she would be happy only if she disturbed everyone so that they couldn't sleep.

If she loses the underwear hanging outside, she will say that they stole it, and that they are perverts. They have worked outside for many years and have not touched women, so they have become perverted and stole her underwear to wear back.

They didn't care about these things, after all, in that area, the rent she received was the cheapest, even though the house was also the most rudimentary.

At that time, the happiest thing for him was that he received his wages, paid the rent, and then used the rest of the money to go to an outside snack shop together to order a plate of peanuts, a small plate of pork head meat, and a bottle of beer, and then have a good time. Have a meal, and then rent two pirated CDs at the movie bar next to the snack shop, and watch them together at night.

The man said to him, "After making money, if we eat like this every day, we must make this small shop poor."

Then he laughed and nodded vigorously.

"I've never seen you smile so happily, what do you think of?"

Suddenly someone next to him held his hand.

Su Qingchi paused.There is still a vast green hill in front of me, where there is nothing else.

Closing his eyes, closing all the emotions in his eyes, he shook his head lightly, "It's nothing."

"You clearly thought of the fat chicken you ate a few days ago." Hua Jingzhao touched the tip of his nose, and then wrapped his arms around his shoulders carelessly, "It's okay, people with four legs are hard to find, and those with two legs There are chickens everywhere, Shige will buy seventeen or eight tomorrow, braise in soy sauce, roast and stew, whatever you like."

"It's true that you're hungry." Su Qingchi gave him a sidelong glance.

"Hahaha." Hua Jingzhao waved his fan, "Come on, take Xiaobaoer, let's go to Zuixianglou to eat roast chicken."

After walking a long way, Su Qingchi couldn't help but turned his head back slowly.

Behind him, where he stood just now, there are still green hills, empty and far away.