Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

Through the water-green window screens, one can vaguely hear the singing of big drum books downstairs, accompanied by the clear and crisp sound of drums, and the sound of clang-clang splints, single-string tunes, simple accents and slang, singing a section and knocking a section of the drum, It is talking about Lu Zhishen's boxing in Guanxi Town, which is very popular and won a lot of applause.

In the small room, tea is being cooked in a small green clay stove. The water is just boiling, and there are small bubbles of crab eyes. When the bubbles are a little bigger, Hua Jingzhao brings a kettle to brew tea. The water for making tea is also learned. Tea soup It should be tender and not old, the soup is sweet when it is tender, and the soup is bitter when it is old.

The tea leaves have been soaked in warm water once to remove the slag and preserve the fragrance, but now it only needs to be brewed with boiling water, and the room is filled with a refreshing aroma.

Just discerning carefully, there is a hint of herbal aroma in the bursts of fragrance, although it is not strong, it can be discerned one or two.

Sure enough, two slight coughs came from behind the curtain.

Hua Jingzhao put down the Begonia red Chinese teapot, walked over and lifted the curtain, and put away the Suxiu screen, "Is your body feeling better today? Why don't you ask another doctor to take a look?"

The face of the person on the bed was slightly red, his throat rolled twice, and he shook his head, "It doesn't matter."

Hua Jingzhao raised his hand to test the temperature on his forehead, and then on his own, "It's still a little hot."

"It's not a problem. I was tired a few days ago. I can stay indoors for a few days with this illness." Su Qingchi coughed twice, and said, "Take care of the building these few days. There is an empty spot in the upper box, you pick two smarter ones to go there, don’t be like the two clumsy ones in front, which offended Lord Belle, not to mention the beating, and almost implicated our theater building.”

"I wrote it down." Hua Jingzhao lowered his head and smiled.

"It's time to pay the land occupation fee for those small food stalls in the yard. You should keep an eye on the tea house and ask him to collect it carefully. Don't make a few more messy accounts. If the money is not right, just deal with it." Count it on him."

Hua Jingzhao just nodded, with a deeper smile on his face.

"The pieces on the left corridor on the first floor and the pool seat..." Su Qingchi was about to elaborate one by one, but he couldn't help but stop again, and turned his head, "What are you laughing at?"

Hua Jingzhao shook his head, held his hand and put it on the quilt, and said with a smile, "You still know you're tired, so there's no need for you to worry about these things, you, just relax and take good care of your illness."

Hua Jingzhao tucked in the quilt for him, "Okay, now you just need to think about what you want to eat today, I'll go down and prepare."

Su Qingchi was distracted by his interjection, so he simply didn't care about those troublesome things.

Su Qingchi coughed twice, rolled his Adam's apple, and shook his head, "I really don't have any appetite."

"In this way, there is still chicken soup stewed at noon in the kitchen. Just eat a bowl of noodles with the fresh soup. You can eat as much as you want. If you really don't want to eat, you can drink some hot soup."

Su Qingchi laughed suddenly, "When did the famous young man in the capital change his career and become a cook?"

"For the sake of Xiaosheng going to the hall and going to the kitchen for you, Boss Su will eat two more bites for your face?"

"It's really poor."

Su Qingchi smiled and wanted to say something, but not wanting to cause a burst of coughing, Hua Jingzhao took tea and patted his back, tossing for a while before resting.

This season, the spring is cold and cold, and it is easy to catch diseases.

Su Qingchi hadn't been ill before, but this illness came on fiercely. At first, he had some fever. The doctor prescribed two doses of medicine and he got better, but these days, for some reason, he had a fever again, lying on the bed. He lay in a daze for a few days, but now he couldn't even get out of bed.

Hua Jingzhao was still taking care of him in front of the bed every day, asking about his health, and because he was worried that something might go wrong, he simply laid a bed on the floor in Su Qingchi's room and guarded him day and night. Even so, Su Qingchi's illness still did not improve.

Hua Jingzhao held a small white porcelain bowl with broken flowers, gently stirred the glutinous rice balls in the bowl with the spoon in his right hand, blew hot air, and said, "Zhi Baylor asked about you yesterday, and said that if you still don't feel better, he will let you go." Physician Zhang is here to treat you."

Su Qingchi shook his head, "Fortunately, he is still thinking about it. You returned him for me and said that I am better. Thank you for thinking about it."

Hua Jingzhao nodded, raised his hand and blew the spoon to Su Qingchi's mouth, "It's a sesame seed."

Su Qingchi opened his mouth to swallow it, it was glutinous but not greasy, sweet and smooth, he couldn't help smiling, but because of his weak body, the smile also seemed a little weak, "Why do you think of cooking glutinous rice balls?"

Seeing that he was in better spirits than yesterday, Hua Jingzhao was also happy in his heart, "I really wanted to cook it, but unfortunately I didn't know how to do it well, so it wasted for nothing. The glutinous rice balls were sold by Chen Xiaoer in the alley, but your bowl is fresh. It is freshly cooked, and knowing that Boss Su wants to eat it, he specially wrapped it up."

Su Qingchi couldn't help laughing, "This Chen Xiaoer is also interesting."

Rarely did he have an appetite, so Su Qingchi ate a few more, and suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help laughing, "Speaking of glutinous rice balls, I think of a nursery rhyme."

"? Which song?" Hua Jingzhao lowered his head and blew on the hot air in the bowl, and said with a smile.

Su Qingchi tilted his head and thought for a while, "Selling glutinous rice balls, selling glutinous rice balls, my second brother's glutinous rice balls are round and round..."

The next part is humming, the voice is clear and moist, and it is pleasant to the ear.

Looking at Su Qingchi's smiling face, Hua Jingzhao couldn't help but also smiled.

Su Qingchi hummed for a while and then stopped, the blush on his face became thicker, he was a little embarrassed, he lowered his head and smiled, "I haven't sung for many years, I have forgotten the tune."

Seeing his appearance, Hua Jingzhao couldn't help being stunned.

After the two of them stayed for a while, Su Qingchi felt tired. After coughing for a while, he fell asleep again.

Hua Jingzhao tucked in the quilt for him, then went out with the bowl and closed the door behind him.

When Fang came out of the kitchen, he saw Su Baoer standing in front of the door of Su Qingchi's room with a sad expression.

Seeing Hua Jingzhao walking towards him, Su Baoer immediately raised his sleeves and wiped his face indiscriminately. Even so, he could still see that the corners of his eyes were red, obviously he had cried.

"Don't climb over the wall next time, if you fall, it will only make your brother sicker."

Su Baoer nodded, her eyes became redder, and her voice became nasal, "Brother Hua, my brother must be mad at me."

Hua Jingzhao sighed, and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go over there and say, your brother just rested, don't disturb him."

Su Baoer wiped her eyes, then lowered her head and followed Hua Jingzhao to the side.

The green and translucent tea flows from the teapot into the cup, accompanied by dizzy heat, and there is a light water sound.

Su Baoer looked at the tea bowl, lost in thought, "Brother Hua, do you think my brother really doesn't want me anymore?"

"Do you believe what he said?" Hua Jingzhao handed him the tea.

Su Baoer took it in a daze, lowered his head and took a sip, and said dully, "My brother's favorite Biluochun, I used to say that he would be promising in the future, and I took Biluochun to support him every day."

Seeing his dumbfounded appearance, Hua Jingzhao really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Su Baoer was drinking tea, and suddenly began to cry, sobbing, how pitiful, Hua Jingzhao patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, why are you crying?"

"My brother is not my brother." He said hoarsely.

Hua Jingzhao laughed, "What are you talking about?"

Su Baoer buried her head in tears, "He picked me up, he said that the other day, huh... I thought it was because of his temper that he wasn't close to me, but now I know that I was picked up by him at all. He never liked me."

Probably because of the sad incident, Su Baoer cried more and more pitifully.

"Why, he's not your own brother, you won't recognize him in the future?"

"How come, woo..." Su Baoer raised her head, with tears on her young cheeks, "I just, I just thought that I don't have a relative in this world, just, just..."

Hua Jingzhao looked at him and shook his head, the crying nose in front of him was not someone with uncomfortable nose and eyes, he was obviously just a child.

"You only think that you have no relatives and are lonely, but have you ever thought of your brother?" Hua Jingzhao frowned, "Don't say that Qingchi is angry, even if I hear your bastard words, I just want to kick you out. "

Su Baoer wiped away her tears, apparently not knowing what she said wrong, which made Hua Jingzhao unhappy.

Seeing him like this, Hua Jingzhao couldn't help sighing, "Your brother took you around all over the world, pulling you up little by little, but how did you lose and suffer? Now it's just because I picked it up. If you cry like this without relatives or reasons in the world, you never thought about how sad he would be if he heard what you said?"

Hua Jingzhao clenched his fists, thinking that the man was still on the sickbed and couldn't get out of bed, he couldn't help feeling like a knife, "You can still run into his arms and cry when you are bullied, who should you go to when he is bullied?" ? You only think that he is cold and cold, but have you ever thought that if he really has no feelings, he would not have given you a chance to eat, so he would have chosen the way of Liyuan."

Su Baoer forgot to cry a long time ago, he never thought about what Hua Jingzhao said.

"What do you think is the advantage of being an actor? Yes, you can eat and drink without worrying about food and drink with your brother. Let me tell you, this is all paid for by your brother's blood and tears." Hua Jingzhao stood up with a bang, pointing out the window, "Go by yourself Look outside, how many pairs of eyes are staring at your brother in this capital? If your brother didn't try his best to sing something famous with his voice on the stage, he would have been killed by them."

Hua Jingzhao suddenly sneered, "He raised you up so that you could learn how to eat, drink, whore and gamble like those whores and prodigal sons? When you are happy for a while, show some mercy to this one, and show some kindness to that one, your brother should be allowed to indulge Looking at you? Take Rui Guan'er as an example, you teased him like that in front of your brother that day, did you ever think that maybe your brother was treated like this at the beginning... He is such a noble person, how can he not hate him? "

Su Baoer lowered her head, "I never... never thought about it."

Hua Jingzhao took a deep breath, "Don't let your brother worry about you anymore, his heart is riddled with holes and can't stand the torment, you know where his illness came from, he's exhausted... When the lights are dry, don't let him worry about it."

Su Baoer walked along the alley, thinking about what Hua Jingzhao said to him just now.

He wiped his face viciously, raised his hand and slapped himself a few times, until his mouth was full of fishy sweetness, and he still couldn't understand the hatred, "I told you that your conscience was eaten by a dog. Your brother should have been picked up that day. I used a shovel to kill you, and let you live for so many years, you deserve to be kicked to death."

After the beating, tears mixed with nosebleeds all over his face, and the wound at the corner of his mouth was hot and prickly, so painful that he couldn't speak.

After crying for a while and wiping away her tears, Su Baoer came out of the alley, and as soon as she reached the entrance of the alley, she pretended to be someone head-on, but Su Baoer was caught off guard, and fell to the ground with an ouch.

"My little brother, I'm sorry."

The man helped him up, brushed the dust off his body, looked up, and paused, "Is that you?"

Su Bao'er was hit by that, and the nosebleed flowed out again, messily making blood all over the front of his clothes, hearing the sound, he glanced at the face of the person who hit him, making sure he hadn't seen him before, and gave him a look, Wipe the nosebleed and leave.

"Hey, little brother." The man grabbed him.

Su Baoer was annoyed, "What do you want, old man? Trafficking and robbing in broad daylight?"

After shouting, Su Baoer looked at the man up and down. The man was wearing a gray brocade robe and a black silk mandarin jacket, buttoned neatly. He didn't feel like a fraudulent charlatan, so he couldn't help but look up again.

The middle-aged man stared straight at him with deep eyes, thoughtful, "Little brother, what's your name?"