Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

I no longer have the person I loved

many stories have reason to be sad

This time my love can't wait forever

……

In the end my love is getting old in the story

a thousand reasons to be sad

a thousand reasons to be sad

In the end I was forgotten in other people's stories...

The ringtone repeats monotonously over and over again. Along with the ringtone, there are fallen leaves falling outside the window.

After sleeping for a thousand years, Zhao Suyang opened his eyes and saw the white ceiling that he was familiar with. The plasterer was sloppy, and a few pieces of lime powder fell off the ceiling, revealing the gray cement board inside, gray and white.

Reaching out to press the vibrating mobile phone, the ringing stopped abruptly, and the air froze for a while.

Quiet.

Zhao Suyang rubbed his forehead and propped up his upper body, a groan came out of his mouth, he felt in a trance that his mind was not clear, he turned his head and glanced at the bright window, it seemed that he forgot to draw the curtain last night, at this time the sunlight outside the window was shining directly Come in and dazzle him.

Opening the door of the bathroom, Zhao Suyang simply washed up as usual. In the mirror opposite, his pale face and the green stubble protruding from his chin were reflected.

For a moment, he felt that this face was not his own, and suddenly smiled, how could he feel this way.

Immediately, he stopped and looked at the smiling face in the mirror.

How long has he not smiled?

He took out the leftovers from last night in the refrigerator, mixed them with water to make porridge, and hurriedly finished his breakfast. Zhao Suyang changed his clothes and hurried out the door.

There were not as many people on the bus this day. Zhao Suyang easily found a seat by the window. The bus was driving along the side of the road. Occasionally, the leaves of the sycamore tree on the side of the road would float in from the window. He picked up the leaves and looked at them. The meridian, the breeze blowing in, messed up his bangs, an ordinary face was reflected in the car window, when the hair fluttered, there was a trace of handsomeness, even that trace was extremely shallow, only for a moment, hard to capture .

Looking around, the two girls were chatting loudly, talking about clothing and cosmetics. The content of the conversation was full of words such as discounts and brands. , a couple rubbed their heads against each other, chatting and laughing, the woman poked the man's head with her mobile phone and scolded him as a pig, and everyone else had things to do.

The carriage was still noisy and chaotic, but it was full of popularity.

Zhao Suyang was leaning against the window alone, looking out of the window at the bumpy scene running backwards, feeling a little dazed.

"Su...Qingchi." He moved his lips, did not make a sound, and had no expression on his face. Then he said another name, and finally took a breath, "What a strange dream..."

The bus driver is probably a fancier, and there is an old-fashioned radio on the hood beside it. It is very bulky, the black plastic shell has peeled off some paint, and a few buttons are missing. It is singing Peking Opera, like A "Palace of Eternal Life".

Zhao Suyang has never listened to opera seriously, and used to use a piece of local opera as a lullaby when he really couldn't sleep, and tried it repeatedly.

But the quintessence of Peking opera, he has never touched it. He only turned over the opera channel while watching TV, but he also passed it by and never took it into his head. Now he can know the singing by just a few vague words It was "The Palace of Eternal Life", he felt puzzled, but it was taken for granted, after all...

After all, Zhao Suyang couldn't tell.

At the fifth stop, Zhao Suyang got out of the car and walked to the small company where he was working along the road that he walked countless times. He took out his phone, it's Saturday.

Zhao Suyang felt that he was missing something since he woke up last night, he couldn't explain clearly, he was in a daze, he felt that the reality was illusory, but the dream was more real.

That night, Zhao Suyang was lying on the bed watching TV, seeing snowflakes all over the screen, and still couldn't fall asleep.

Some fuzzy clips flashed through his mind over and over again. They were so real that every kind of throbbing could be felt through his chest. He even looked at his back in the mirror. Subconsciously, he felt that he had been hit by an arrow in his back. After the knife, he could feel the scars and bloody wounds, but he couldn't touch them or see them.

Sometimes he would see an indistinct figure from the back, so familiar that he could even smell the other person's scent on himself.

Zhao Suyang realized belatedly that he had thought too much about the things in his dream that day, so that when his mind was still awake, his body could no longer withstand fatigue, so he leaned against the head of the bed in a half-awake and half-trance state. Fell asleep.

This night was another dream, familiar scenes, familiar people, everyone's voices and smiles, he remembered very clearly, as if those people had lived with him for many years.

It is still a bustling big capital, with restaurants and inns, temples and ancestral halls, a shaved man with a rough cloth towel on his shoulders who walks through the streets and alleys, drives a snail cart to sell charcoal, and has a strong body A lame old man, a little girl selling silk flowers in a bamboo basket, the owner of a donkey meat bun shop who opened the cover to fan the heat, and yelled loudly, and there were a few porters and porters sitting under the teahouse by the street, Shaking the dice to amuse the bored, or idle people after dinner in restaurants and teahouses, the topics range from "the emperor's six voyages to the south of the Yangtze River and the romantic history of the people" to "the Qiu mansion of the capital city was ransacked by a piece of pornographic paper, and it fell overnight. The young master of the Qiu family When a galloping horse falls to the ground and a line of incense is broken, misfortunes never come singly."

All the way to the north along the street, the two sides of the street are more lively, and there are mostly rich and noble children coming and going, and further in, the road becomes wider, with blue tiles and white walls, and most of the street is surrounded by the walls of a mansion, inside the walls are thick willows. , The birds are singing.

In the center of the two majestic stone lions is a bright gate with red lacquer and gold nails, which is really magnificent. There are two burly and powerful servants standing at the gate.

The mansion is full of thick willows and hanging smoke, rockery, strange rocks and thin water, pavilions, waterside pavilions and pavilions. One can tell that it is a wealthy family.

The words "Yayuan East Chamber" are engraved in red letters on the circular arch. Looking forward, inside the carved blue window, a man with a refined appearance is lowering his head and fiddling with his abacus. As he entered and exited, his brows were slightly frowned, and after a while, there was a burst of brisk footsteps, and a slender figure threw himself into the man's arms, calling out crisply, "Daddy."

"Wang'er." With a loving face, the man stretched out his hand to close the ledger, leaned over to pick up the child, and said with a smile, "But are you being naughty again?"

The child pouted and twisted his buttocks, "No, mother asked Wang'er to bring snacks to daddy." As he said that, the little hand behind him stretched forward, revealing two cloud cakes in his hand, giggling, Jin Children are usually carved in powder and jade, and their appearance is quite gratifying.

The man smiled and pinched the tender cheeks of the child in his arms, "Wang'er is really sensible."

The child laughed even more cheerfully, and even the jade hanging around his neck trembled. The jade was crystal clear, even though it was suet jade, it was shiny and lustrous.

The front of the jade is engraved with the words "Never lose, never forget".There are two short words on the back: one generation, one couple in a lifetime, and two places of ecstasy.Lovesickness looks at each other but not blind date, who is the spring for?

Mo Wang, don't forget.

After lingering his eyes for a while, he left the mansion, walked along the street for half an hour, and just entered an alley.

In a small courtyard, the far door is half open, and there are bursts of laughing and teasing sounds from inside. Leaning on the door and looking at a big tree in the corner of the courtyard, a heroic man with bright eyes and starry eyes is sitting with his legs crossed. , with a chic posture, holding a tangerine in his hand, teasing the thin young man under the tree.

"Bai Ming, come up, haha..."

"Don't bully me too much." The young man wrinkled beautifully, showing some childishness, a pair of smart eyes rolled around the courtyard, and immediately rolled up his sleeves and brought a wooden ladder over, propped the tree trunk, and climbed up .

The man on the tree seemed to have anticipated his move, and he was not flustered, but he was looking at him with interest, from his cheeks to his waist, his eyes were very wanton.

The young and handsome man blushed a little, and then stared back with a vicious look. The look was not cruel, but it made people itch for no reason. The man on the tree couldn't sit still, and he stretched out his hand to pull him, but the handsome man didn't Appreciate it, just as if he had some idea to tease him again, and opened his hand, but didn't want to shake his body, and the whole person turned to one side.

Fang Daluan, a handsome man on the tree, tapped his toes, flew to embrace him in his arms, and spun around to stop in the open space.The handsome man in his arms had a slightly pale complexion, he was still in shock, and his expression was pitiful.

"Don't be afraid of Baiming, don't be afraid of Baiming." The tall and tall man felt a lot of guilt, and softly comforted him, "I won't tease you again."

"Liar!"

He said this sentence a hundred and eighty times, not to mention Baiming, even he himself didn't believe it, but after being exposed so decisively, the man still touched his nose resentfully, "Come on, let's take you to see a monkey show today ,how?"

"Really? If you lie to me again, I, I will..."

"Let's go, little ancestor, it's late, the monkey show is gone." The man held the opponent's hand in his palm domineeringly, and Bai Ming followed him out the door with a smile on his face.

The figures of the two disappeared, revealing a person on the wicker chair under the tree who was taking a nap with his eyes closed. The person was covered with a thin blanket. It was a little more sickly and weak, so groggy, and finally fell into a light sleep for a while, someone came in from outside the courtyard, interrupting his short dream.

"Are you back?" There was a hint of tiredness in his voice.

The other party walked up to him and pulled the blanket up on him expressionlessly, "Is it better?"

He nodded, his words were interrupted by a hasty cough, and his face was stained with some abnormal blush. Even so, when he saw the other party's slightly wrinkled eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his thin hand to hold Ask the other party, "Why are you back? Didn't you go to the building?"

"Nothing happened in the building."

The frail man smiled slightly and whispered, "Jing Zhao, treat me better, I don't have many days left."

These words made the standing man's breathing stagnate, he immediately frowned, and shook off his hand, "I still have something to do." He actually left him and strode into the house.

The man in the middle of the courtyard lowered his eyes and showed a wry smile. The arrogant Shang San Shao, who was so arrogant back then, would be so downcast that he begged for mercy from a man. Is the so-called love in the world so cruel?

How did he end up in such a field with a high heart and arrogance like him?

This is probably what the world calls retaliation for retaliation. If it was true, he would have no complaints.

It has been eight years, and that person finally has a little affection for him, so what else could he expect?

There are still two years left in the ten-year period, and after two years, no matter what the result is, he will return to dust. If he had known the end, what energy would he have to fight heart-to-heart with that person?

Whether it is begging for mercy or self-willing to be humble, his love will eventually exhaust his energy, and when the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, the other party can think of himself as much as he thinks of that person, which is good fortune.

As soon as he lightened up, he was already hugged, the man was surprised.

"It's cold, and you still spoil your body like this, who do you want to show?" The other party's words revealed annoyance, and his handsome eyebrows frowned.

"I'm dead, will you be reluctant? Even a little bit."

The other party ignored him, and he muttered to himself, "I don't want to go just like that. If I leave, who else will fight with you, and who else can accompany you. It's cold, and it will be cold to sleep alone."

The other party was silent for a while, and the man closed his eyes and leaned against his shoulder without begging for an answer.

"...I won't let you die."

The man's drooping eyelids slowly lifted, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Willow cotton catkins are flying outside the courtyard, blown up by the wind, curling up gently, and the imperial capital is full of flowers like brocade.This season is the sunny and warm day, when the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

……

The dream flowed, from the bustling capital of the capital to the bitter cold military camp in Sichuan, but there was only one person missing.

Zhao Suyang slid under the eyelids several times, his breathing became rapid, but he searched every corner of the dream, but still couldn't find the familiar figure.

When he woke up with a start, his forehead was already covered with fine sweat. Since then, he has not slept all night, and his heart is empty, as if something is lost.

Zhao Suyang leaned against the head of the bed, with the quilt half-draped over his body. He raised his head, a stream of wet sweat slipped from his forehead, and penetrated into the delicate collarbone of his open collar, "Am I a demon?" He murmured, and lifted the quilt , got out of bed and staggered into the bathroom.

After taking a hot bath, he felt a little better. He opened the curtains, and it was still dark outside the window. There was only a very faint light in the sky, and only a faint white could be seen.

Almost every day, Zhao Suyang wakes up in such dim light, and then looks out the window in a daze.

A few months passed, Zhao Suyang came back from get off work, and saw a note in the crack of the door, Zhao Suyang really planned to rent out this two-bedroom house, but he didn't expect to get news so soon, the other party said that he had left his number , will contact him in these two days.

On this day, Zhao Suyang just hung up the washed clothes, turned around and entered the door, before he took two steps, someone knocked on the door behind him.

Through the door screen on the anti-theft door, he saw a tall man. Because of the backlight, he couldn't see his face clearly. Based on the outline alone, he was a good-looking man.

The sleeves on Zhao Suyang's arms were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his lean and fair arms. His hands were soaked in water, and his fingers were slightly red. Through the door screen, Zhao Suyang's voice was light and alienated, "What's the matter?"

"Zhao Suyang?" The man's voice was deep and deep, which was so familiar that it made people palpitate.

The moment the door opened, it was like opening a tunnel of time and space.

[Cheng En, if I go to other places, can you...find me? ]

"The ends of the earth, I'm here to find you."