Qinxi

"Boom—boom boom!"

The third watch gong rang, it was already midnight.

The street was quiet, with occasional dogs barking.Spring is cold and cold, and thousands of furniture are silent.

He had always slept lightly, let alone sleeping on this damp stone brick. The cold air raged and invaded his whole body, turning into countless threads and penetrating into the marrow of his bones.My right leg was in severe pain, and I remembered how vicious it was when I hit him with a stick during the day.This leg is not useless or disabled.

Yinfeng was wandering around, rushing into his arms and slipping away suddenly.He couldn't help tightening his body, which caused the sound of iron chains rubbing.In this quiet and cramped dark room, it was extremely miserable.

From the other end of the corridor, the jailer's scolding was faintly heard.

He smiled bitterly, closed his tired eyes, his thin chin was covered with stubble, his hair was messy, and the tattoo of a prisoner with teeth and claws was always engraved on his face.

The tiger falls in Pingyang, only to be deceived.

In the dark corridor, there are subtle footsteps, gradually approaching and gradually ringing.

He opened his eyes vigilantly, distinguishing them carefully, the clear eyes concealed murderous intentions.

"The boss is really good at calling people, and he didn't even look at the time, and asked me to find someone, it's so inhumane!"

"Brother Magpie, don't say that, the brothers outside this prison can't sleep all night! What happened to the unlucky person, who escaped, no matter if you are cold or cold in the middle of the night, you have to go Work. Otherwise, your head will be lost!"

"I'm just an actor, and I'm not as strong as you guys."

"He's a fucking human being who is strong! I can't stand this kind of life..."

"Okay, where is the person that the boss wants? You should come back early when you're done, it's really cold today."

"Isn't it? Hey, here we are."

The jailer unlocked the door, and there was a sound, and the door creaked open.

"Brother Magpie, don't come near. This man was arrested yesterday for escaping from prison. He was very cruel. He was beaten up this afternoon, as if his leg was broken." He kicks.Suffering from the pain for a while, the eyes that pretended to be asleep suddenly opened, and the eyes fell into a dim yellow light, reflecting the smiling and handsome face of the man, the star pupils flickered, the blue silk was loose, the water-colored gown, and the faint fragrance flicked his sleeves.

It is the clarity of the sky after the rain, and the beauty of the snow melting the earth.

He stared blankly at the man's lips opening and closing, as if he was talking about something, like the sound of heaven, like the cry of a warbler.Euphemistic, gentle, spring after rain, Lingling transparent.

"Fuck, I'm asking you something, and I'm pretending to be dumb!" The jailer kicked him hard, hitting the injured leg.This is the first time I have seen such a stubborn person who has suffered so many sticks, but has remained silent from beginning to end.Even if he is really a dumb person, it's okay to be soft.But he...

Brother Magpie just stood by the door and watched, the smile on his lips unchanged.

"Are you a luthier?" He asked again, with a soft tone, but in his tone, it was as cold as ice.

He nodded.

"Well, the luthier in our troupe died a few days ago, and I need you to replace him."

There is no doubt about Brother Que'er's words. He didn't come here to ask if he would like to, but to convey an order.

He nodded, or shook his head, there was only one result.

"I'll take it as your acquiescence. Come with me. Be honest, or you will break more than one leg."

"Brother Magpie, why don't you take off this anklet? Save him from running around?"

"What do you mean, I didn't come here in the middle of the night to take a lame dog home!" Brother Magpie rolled his eyes at the jailer, so softly that he almost thought it was a secret glance from a lover, and the jailer was also momentarily stunned, holding his hand The key in the house was taken away and there was no response.

He watched Brother Magpie approaching, leaned over to undo the heavy chains on his feet, and the blue hair brushed his cheeks tenderly.

"Okay, let's go back! This damn place is so cold, look at how frozen you are, your body is cold, lying on the street, maybe you will be carried away as if you were dead." Brother Magpie looked closely at him, turned his head, and smiled slightly: "I'll get you some hot water when you get back, so you can keep warm."

Such tenderness and consideration were beyond his expectation.And the jailer was already used to Brother Que's moodiness.In the first second, the sword is on the verge of life and death, and in the next moment, it is full of affection and hope.

He is obviously a Sichuan school, but he prefers the tune of Kunqu Opera.

He dragged his broken leg and followed step by step. In this cold prison, there are too many life-death people imprisoned.Those who are awake are watching coldly, those who are not awake are curled up in a dark corner, maybe they can still be reunited with their relatives in the dream.

"Brother Magpie, are you free these days? Brother Magpie, I haven't heard Brother Que sing for a long time, I miss you so much!"

"Hey, isn't the king going to have a small banquet in the next day? The theater troupe is very busy. I'm afraid they don't have time. Let's wait for two days and let the brothers gather together." Brother Magpie smiled all over his face.

"Okay, let's just wait, brother magpie will definitely reward you!"

"What are you talking about, my family."

After saying that, after leaving the prison, the two chatted and laughed a few times, and then separated.

It was very quiet outside, the lamp in Brother Magpie's hand was the only light.

Yang Yang a few inches, reaching people's hearts step by step.

Between them, only a few steps away.

One walked slowly with a lantern, and the other followed slowly with dragging legs.

After turning a few turns, he heard Brother Magpie mumbling: "Listen to me singing for nothing? It's a good idea."

This is an extremely remote courtyard, and even the melancholy clouds hanging in the sky never followed.

The chai gate opened clumsily, and a jackdaw that was temporarily roosting flew away.

After entering the hospital, there was a faint fragrance, just like the fragrance he smelled in prison.

The cold moon shines brightly, and the cold plum blooms lonely.

Brother Magpie got hot water and found a decent piece of clothes for him, and the steamy room was filled with vitality.

His whole body was soaked in hot water, the pores all over his body stretched, absorbing the warmth, reaching the heat in his heart.

"Hey, are your legs okay?" Que Geer lay down beside the bucket, taking some heat by the way, and didn't care that he was naked at the moment.

He looked up at him, shaking his head seriously.

"Can't or don't know?"

Not even shaking his head this time.

"Hey, aren't you really dumb? Why don't you talk?" Brother Magpie waited for a long time without a response, and smiled, "Are you dumb, it's actually pretty good." He murmured, reaching out to touch his wet hair, beautiful There seemed to be something hidden in the eyes.

"Hey, how cute! You will be called dumb from now on! Brother Que is my stage name, you... hey, you can't use it anyway. Now listen carefully, I will unlock the lock for you, and let you go from You have to listen to me when you are taken out of the prison, you know?" Brother Que looked like an adult, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

"What are you laughing at! I can bring you out, and I can also lock you back up! Come out soon after washing, and you have business to do!" He stopped laughing, frowned, put down his words viciously, and went out.

He submerged in the water again, closed his eyes, but his mind was full of his smile.

The strange magpie, who just got close to him, immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

Sure enough, the actor's nature is like this...

Brother Que'er is slightly thinner than him, so he wears tighter clothes.With his hair loose, he looked at the carved glazed lamp.

Under the light of flickering candles, there is a paulownia qin, and the west wind is quiet on the half curtain.

There are a few plums, a few carvings, and the strings are quiet.

This old piano has been well maintained, and the person who died must have cherished it very much.

A swordsman regards his sword as his life, and so does a luthier.

It's a pity that the seven strings at home, I hope my mother will give it to the person who knows the piano, and don't let him live up to Hua Nian and pile up dust and smoke.

He clasped his hands together and bowed reverently.

Brother Magpie looked at it but smiled: "This is my qin, I don't touch dead things! Be careful, I really like this qin! Try it first, tomorrow, bah, wait until dawn , you just practice this song, and you have to practice it today, will you succeed?"

He took the score and nodded.

Although the sound of the piano is not clearer than his seven strings, it is as strong as gold and iron horses, and as soft as small bridges and flowing water.

While reading the music score, Brother Que took out another quilt and spread it on the bed.

"Poor people don't have any serious things. Let's cover it while it's hot. It's the same in the bed." He said, he had already taken off his coat, sneaked into his small bed, and carefully took off the coat again. Spread on the quilt.He only occupied a small half of this small bed.The mute looked at the newly laid quilt, a little dazed, and heard Que Geer turn over, with the back of his head facing him, and said: "Remember to turn off the glazed lamp before going to bed." Dayou just fell asleep like this the meaning of.

Although he felt that something was wrong, the mute couldn't do anything. He got into the cold bed, but his heart was beating wildly.The piano score in his hand could no longer be seen, the lights were turned off, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Until many years later, on a spring morning when the snow was gone, he suddenly remembered the first time they slept together in the same bed, and he was still puzzled.Brother Magpie is such a shrewd person, just put a stranger beside him and fell asleep by himself?

Unexpectedly, when Que'er woke up after turning around, he yawned and gave him a very impatient look, and only said: "Because you are stupid!" Then he hid back in his warm embrace and went back to sleep.

The sun was still rising, the birds were still, and when the spring sleepiness was thick, he heard the rustling sound of people around him getting dressed, and then his body sank, half-worn and thin quilt, which warmed his heart after the cold spring.

Brother Magpie finished grooming carefully, closed the door and left.

The mute glanced at the paper window, the sky was gloomy, he was——

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Just when he was sleepy and about to sleep, a babbling sound came from his ears. It was stagnant at first, but gradually became clearer and more powerful.Repeat, repeat, but never feel boring. The lingering sound of the first sound is not exhausted, and the sound of the second sound swayed again, like a thousand layers of ripples, scattered in this early spring.

It is tactful, lingering, and turns a thousand times, awakening the sleeping sun, the red sun protruding from the sky, and the sky is getting brighter.

When Brother Que came into the room with breakfast, the mute was leaning against the window and fell asleep.Looking closely, this person looks quite handsome, but it's a pity that such a terrifying prison mark is carved on this handsome face.

The mute was in a light sleep, before he approached, those bright black eyes opened, and there was a blue halo under his eyes.

"Wake up? Let's have breakfast!"

Brother Magpie brought porridge with vegetables and bacon, which was steaming hot.

Although the porridge is light, the fire is just right, with the unique taste of old rice.

Brother Magpie took his portion and didn't eat it, just watched him gobble it up with a charming smile on his lips.The mute raised his head for a hasty glance, but didn't dare to look again.

"Here, I'll give you this bowl too. I've cooked too much, so you can eat it at ease."

It's just that Brother Que didn't know that in the porridge handed over, there was the fragrance of plum on his body, long and shallow, just like his casual smile.

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