Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

"Boss Su, this is the meal that the second master ordered someone to prepare. The second master said that you don't eat meat, so it's all light dishes. You taste it. If it doesn't suit your taste, I'll ask someone to change it." Mo Jiu stir-fried the food and wine for a while Set it up.

"Trouble."

"Hey, Boss Su, then you can eat first."

Su Qingchi nodded. After Mojiu left, he looked at the dishes on the table and shook his head slightly. He must have seen through his intentions when he said he wanted to eat the fish offered by the palace gate of Hexian Tower.

After the meal, Mo Jiu was packing up the dishes in the house, when he turned his head and saw Su Qingchi changed into another clothes, he couldn't help saying: "Boss Su, are you going out?"

Su Qingchi smiled, "I'm so bored, let's go for a walk." After saying that, he started to leave.

Mo Jiu wiped his hands and hurriedly followed, "Boss Su, then I'll accompany you."

Su Qingchi laughed, "It's not that I'm not familiar with the place, but I'm afraid that I might get lost, so I'll be back before Xu hour."

"This..." Mo Jiu hesitated, and then thought about it. Before leaving, his master did not tell him to follow Su Qingchi. Thinking that his master had his own consideration, he nodded, "Then I will leave the door for you, you Come back and let me know."

"Alright."

At this time, the wind is cold, and the noisy market is a bit deserted now. The cold wind sweeps over the bluestone slabs, rolls up a few residual leaves, and disappears without a trace.

This is a tofu shop. There are people coming and going on the street, but they can't disturb the leisure here.

Su Qingchi wore a light green robe, and a jade-colored blue satin squirrel jacket over his head. Except for a little white fox fur on the collar, he had no decorations. He was dressed in plain clothes. With some elegant demeanor, a pair of slender eyes seemed to be filled with clear water, and when they were aroused inadvertently, it made people's heart skip a beat.

I ordered a bowl of hot tofu and a plate of pickled cucumbers, but I didn't want to move.

As far as the eye can see, there are curling eaves, glazed gold borders, carved beams and painted buildings, and a huge carved plaque in the door, with three gilded characters written in extraordinary momentum: Xici Building.

"This little brother also wants to go to the opera?" asked the old woman who was serving tofu.

Su Qingchi looked away lightly, smiled and said nothing.

While greeting the few guests, the old lady said to herself, "This theater building is far from what it used to be."

Su Qingchi looked dazed, "How do you say?"

"It's not about anything else, it's just that the two bosses here stopped singing." The old woman sighed, "My old man is a good listener. He used to go into this building whenever he had time. My old woman He didn't know much about opera, so he told me that the best opera he heard in his life was sung by the two bosses in this building, one raw and the other dan, no one can compare to it."

As the old woman spoke, she glanced into the house, Su Qingchi followed her, and there was an old man grinding tofu with his head bowed.

"Although this building is full of seats now, my old man has never listened to it again. He said that he is afraid that he will never hear a good show again in his life, so he might as well not listen to it."

A play in the theater building was just starting, and the melodious tone of the play was faintly heard, mixed with bursts of applause. Su Qingchi listened, but there was no expression on his face.

"Poor man, I heard people say that when Boss Su was buried, Boss Hua sang in front of the grave for three days and three nights, and his voice was broken, and he never sang again after that." The old woman sighed sadly, "It's said to be a burial, but it's actually just an empty coffin. Inside it is a set of Boss Su's favorite opera robes and a pair of crystal hair masks. Alas... not even a corpse was found, what a crime."

Later, Su Qingchi didn't know what the old lady said. In the end, he took out the money and put it on the table, got up and left.

The old woman cleared the table, but saw that the bowl of hot tofu hadn't moved.

The courtyards in Baishun Hutong are still as peaceful as before, with hanging flower gates and carved eaves pillars, revealing the owner's delicate thoughts in simplicity.

There is only a thin layer of snow falling in front of the door, obviously just swept it not long ago, the wooden door is slightly open, through the crack of the door you can vaguely see the scenery inside, four corners are filled with osmanthus, there is a green well in the center of the courtyard, and a row of wisteria shelves beside the well .

There were gusts of gusts faintly coming from the courtyard, accompanied by low-pitched shouts, the voice was sometimes distant and sometimes near, when the sound got closer, one could see that the sound was actually a man punching.

In the middle of winter and the twelfth lunar month, the man was shirtless, and his every move was full of power.

The man has a strong physique, and the lines of his arms and back are only slightly green. It seems that the young man has been practicing boxing for some time, and his body is sweating.The carved door of the wing room was slightly opened, and a handsome young man exposed half of his body from the room, looking at the young man in the middle of the courtyard with a pair of smart eyes.

The young man had very good hearing. He turned his eyes away early, and then grinned, showing a bit of boyishness on his face. He said in a clear voice, "Come here and call me good brother."

"Bah, obviously younger than me." The young man ran out briskly, reached out and threw a hot handkerchief on him, turned around and ran, but didn't want to be wrapped around his slender waist by a strong arm.

It turned out that the young man was also a boy, but his body was stronger to make him appear mature.

"Su Baoer, you, let go." The boy blushed delicately.

Su Baoer laughed loudly, lowered her head and gnawed hard on the young man's blushing cheek, "It won't let go, what can you do to me?"

"I'll tell Brother Hua to go!"

"Hey, you sue, you sue." Su Baoer seemed to be convinced that the slender boy would not really sue him, and became more and more nonsense, "Bai Ming, call me a good brother."

The young man was burned by Su Bao'er's rough hands on his body, but he couldn't resist, he was ashamed and angry at the same time, and almost cried out.

But Su Bao'er didn't give up, relying on her strength, she hugged the young man and tried to touch the inside of his clothes with her hand.

"Ouch." Su Baoer covered the back of his head.

Bai Ming took the opportunity to slip away and hid behind the man in the white robe, "Brother Hua, he bullies people."

"If you are so idle, you must have already copied those few martial arts." The man in the moon white robe curled his lips slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, but it was not unpleasant.

"Not...not yet." Su Baoer scratched her ears and cheeks, squeaked, and seeing the man smiled even more, she hastily added, "But it's coming soon."

With a half-smile, the man reached out and took out a stack of things, "Is this the strategy and theory you wrote?"

Su Baoer knew something was wrong, she lowered her head and shrank her head, not daring to make a sound.

"No wonder your brother was so angry that he kicked you out." After Hua Jingzhao finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed, and threw the stack of things to Su Baoer, "Go back and read the "Seven Books of Martial Arts" a few more times." After speaking, he had already entered the room.

Su Baoer stood on the spot with her head down.

Bai Ming picked up the papers on the floor, arranged them one by one, then tugged Su Baoer's arm, and said softly, "Brother Hua is angry."

Su Baoer smiled, and stretched out her hand to hold Bai Ming in her arms, "I know, it's me... not paying enough attention."

"I'll cook you supper tonight."

"Yeah." Su Baoer lowered her head and kissed Bai Ming's face, "It's cold outside, let's go back to the house."

At nightfall, Su Baoer was lying in front of the desk and lighting the lamp to read at night. Bai Ming was lying on the side wrapped in a quilt, yawning profusely, obviously extremely sleepy, not long after, without Su Baoer's persuasion, he was already fast asleep.

Su Baoer glanced at the bed, reached out and moved the candlestick to her side, so that Baiming could sleep more peacefully, and then picked up the martial arts scriptures to read carefully, someone knocked on the door twice, and knew it was Hua Jingzhao, Su Baoer Busy to get up and open the door.

Outside the door said: "You don't need to open the door, I'll just say a few words."

Su Baoer sat back again, "Brother Hua, if you have anything to say, just tell me, I'll listen."

"During the day, I got angry."

"Nothing." Su Baoer said.

"You've grown up now, there are some things that I don't need to say more about. There aren't many days left for the children's exam in martial arts. You should concentrate on preparing for the exam. Don't make it too late. Go to bed earlier."

Hearing noises outside, Su Baoer hurriedly called to Hua Jingzhao, "Brother Hua, do you think my brother really left?"

There was a long silence outside, Su Baoer thought that the person had left, and lowered her head in a daze.

Outside the door, Hua Jingzhao looked up at the bright moon in the dark night sky, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and two silver threads slipped down from his closed eyes.

Someone silently put the cloak on his shoulders, Hua Jingzhao paused, then grabbed the man's wrist, "Dump the pool."

The man's beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at him quietly, Hua Jingzhao loosened his strength bit by bit, finally removed his hand from that slender wrist, and turned his gaze coldly, "What are you doing out here?"

"Hua Jingzhao, I'll give you ten years. After ten years, forget him or kill me. You can only choose one." His face was bleak and somewhat sick.

"Don't worry, I will kill you."

"Kill me? Oh, you already did it, didn't you?" The handsome man looked at the deserted Yue, turned his head to look at Hua Jingzhao, and sternly said mockingly: "Aren't you going to avenge Su Qingchi? Why don't you take that A sword that hits harder? Why don't you make up a few more swords on my chest? Don't you want to cut me into pieces?"

He let out a breath, "Hua Jingzhao, I said at the beginning that if I hadn't died, I would never let you go in this life."

"Shang Chengjun, I've never met anyone more vile than you." Hua Jingzhao curled his lips.

Shang Chengjun raised his eyebrows, his handsome facial features showed a bit of charm, "Do you remember what you said when you asked me for the first time in Chunxiutang, you said that I smell like a person , I almost scratched the skin of my whole body because of this sentence, heh, the ridiculous thing is that when you stabbed me with a sword, it was because of this reason that you gave me half of my life."

Shang Chengjun's exquisite facial features were distorted in pain, he smiled and said: "Why, the smell on my body makes you so reluctant? Su Qingchi's smell makes you so reluctant?"

"Have you said enough?" Hua Jingzhao said coldly.

Shang Chengjun looked up to the sky with a long smile, and his shrill voice trembled, "Hua Jingzhao, after you stabbed me with a sword and left me in the wild, didn't you think that I would still survive with my life, and it even took half a year to get rid of it?" Time, soak yourself in the medicine bucket, soak yourself in the same smell as Su Qingchi? Hua Jingzhao, in those six months I was seriously injured and wandered around the gate of hell several times. What is it like to feel that life is worse than death? Do you know that if you make me like this, what kind of hatred can't be offset? You say I'm a scumbag, yes, I'm a scumbag, I made myself a ghost in the medicine barrel for half a year , in order to listen to you calling other people's names under you every night. Do you know how much I hate you, I just want to make you suffer, Su Qingchi is dead, now you can only start from a It is painful to feel the existence of the person you love deeply in the body of the person who penetrates into the bone, isn't it? Life is worse than death, isn't it!"

"I'll tell you to shut up!!" Hua Jingzhao grabbed Shang Chengjun's neck, tightening his strength bit by bit.

Shang Chengjun's face became paler and paler, but he didn't notice it, and continued to smile, "Hua Jingzhao, can you live without me? Are you willing?"

Hua Jingzhao pinched his neck and slammed his mouth shut, biting frantically.

The thick blood spread between the lips and tongue, and the two were desperately entangled like roaring beasts.

"Don't you like this, I'll give it to you." Hua Jingzhao had a cruel smile on his lips.

Stumbled all the way to the wing room, the door was violently knocked open, Shang Chengjun hit the bed, before he had time to cry out in pain, Hua Jingzhao had already attacked like a beast, his sharp claws tore his clothes, leaving a scar on his skin. The paw prints came down, as if they were going to tear him apart.

The desolate cry, the manic rhythm, the entanglement of death.

"...dumping the pool."

Shang Chengjun tightly closed his eyes, and the man who was moving violently around his body with his hands, finally got wet at the corners of his eyes, and a line of clear liquid dripped silently.

Hua Jingzhao, ten years, I will only wait for you for ten years.

Forget about him, or kill me.