Republic of China drama

The tip of the brush was dipped in black ink and spread evenly on one side before carefully dropping it onto the paper.

Jiang Wanwan kept silent, for fear of disturbing Lu Qingying, her wrist moved with her hand, feeling her deep and shallow, and paused.

"Congratulations to the marriage of the two surnames today, a contract signed together, a good relationship will last forever, matching the same title..."

The third lady is writing the eight classics, neatly as if printed.

Jiang Wanwan couldn't help being distracted, and raised her eyes to see her focused pupils and eyelashes like two small cattail fans.

It must have been practiced many, many times before the handwriting is so beautiful and the writing is so steady.

"... I would like to write a letter to Hongjian with the white-headed agreement, so that the alliance of red leaves will be recorded in the mandarin genealogy. This is the proof."

Gu Qingying piously and solemnly wrote down the names of the two people.

After thinking about it, she intentionally smeared ink with the fingers of her left hand and pressed the fingerprint.

The right hand is stronger, and it will have other uses later on.

Jiang Wanwan also dipped some ink and pressed her fingerprints.

She looked at the completed marriage letter and her own name, as if she had been a lifetime away.

Is this her?

In the past, she would think that it would be a luxury to put her name alongside Miss San's.But now, they are really next to each other, and Miss San is teaching her little by little how to talk on an equal footing.

The soft lips rubbed up.

Jiang Wanwan gently let her grab her until her lips were wet, and she withdrew unnaturally: "The makeup you painted on me hasn't been removed..."

Gu Qingying said: "It's okay. Lipstick is made of petals."

Then this time he got involved with her more intensely.

Jiang Wanwan had an impulse from the inside out, an instinctive impulse, wanting to be unbuttoned...

When she was pressed beside the bed, Miss San suddenly got up: "I'll wash my hands first."

Well, for neatness.

She waited and waited, but it took only a moment, and the wait was as slow as winter.

He simply stretched out his hand to untie it, but halfway through it, half-covered, the third lady opened the door and came in.

The light in Lu Qingying's eyes seemed to be half blurred by the scene in front of him.

She resisted the idea of ​​directly summarizing and telling herself to be softer and make tonight a little better.

The lights were dimmed, and the moonlight was half-extinguished.

Jiang Wanwan resisted the urge to yell out, and put her ankles on the side of the bed, rubbing back and forth so hot that even the bed sheet was wrinkled, half hanging in the air, and one corner touching the ground.

Lu Qingying originally wanted to declare his strength: "Who is Madam?"

As a result, Jiang Wanwan didn't even have much strength left to answer. She now understood that the third lady was letting her do it. When it came to skills, she had to rely on Gu Qingying.

Several times in succession, before Jiang Wan could say anything, Gu Qingying had already stopped in a restrained manner.

Jiang Wanwan was still in a daze: "Why did you stop?"

"It will hurt tomorrow." Lu Qingying helped her clean up, rubbed her waist and legs, and urged her to sleep.

"Oh... alright." Feeling sleepy, Jiang Wanwan pinched her eyes and finished the last sentence, "I am very happy today."

Gu Qingying said, "I know."

"I haven't been as happy as I am today in my whole life."

Unbearable childhood, hopeless life.A lot of time Jiang Wanwan spent was used to make herself stand firm and not to assimilate with other people.

Does this count... I finally met a reward in my life.

But Lu Qingying said: "I will be very happy in the future."

"Huh?" Jiang Wanwan forced herself to snort.She was so sleepy that her eyelids were almost glued.

"We have planned the theater building so that you and Mu Qing can have a place to sing operas. Dou Xingui is still wandering around. I have already searched for someone. She is not a bad person. She will have a meal in the theater building in the future. Eat. As for you, if you want to get paid for singing in the future, you can find a venue to sing and collect tickets. If you don’t want to, then I will follow you around for charity performances. It’s okay to take two apprentices after a few years... I only know how to do business Looking at the account book, you can probably keep your food and clothing safe, so you can just do what you want. In a few years, if you get tired of this kind of life, we will raise a little girl, one or many, after all, girls are here Times are hard to live in. When we get old, let’s go and see the mountains and rivers. Mu Qing’s iceberg is very close to your baby. You should find him a wife as soon as possible. When the time comes, we will plant flowers, grass, and small animals together... ..."

While talking, Lu Qingying looked sideways again, and the girl in his arms had already fallen asleep.

The breathing was steady and gentle, up and down, I don't know if he thought of something, even the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

She also laughed.

That's all.After all, it was something she had made up her mind to do, and it didn't matter whether the little girl heard it or not.

The important thing is to live your life well.

"As long as I'm with you..."

Lu Qingying carefully protected her and gradually fell asleep.

Later.

Lu Qingying has always been practicing her words.

Even if Peking Opera suffered a period of disaster, even if they were so difficult that they couldn't even live a life, even if they came over stubbornly and really raised a little girl.

They hold each other's hands all the time.

No need to describe too much, just stand by each other.

Since then, their lives have been integrated into the market in a consistent manner. The waves of the times beat, and the little shadows and the little drama persistence are three-dimensionally presented on them and everyone, and are buried in the mud.

They were born in the Republic of China and passed away soon after entering the next century.

There are so many things in this world, and they have no regrets after careful study.

This is already the best ending.

Jiang Zhiyi did not commercialize the Baihua Theater in the end.

It has been standing in Tongcheng all these years, like an unpopular utopia, but it clearly coincides with the ideals of many people.

How long will it stand?have no idea.But it still stands.

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The author has something to say:

This is probably the last time to speak seriously with this id.

I know that there are readers who have followed here from other articles, and I would like to thank them here. The time to actually write the article is not too long, and I still have a lot of immaturity.Oh, it's not easy for you to follow here, touch.

Gu San and Xiao Jiang have no regrets, and I should also have no regrets or regrets.

But I still want to say goodbye to you.

sorry.And, thank you for your tolerance.

(End of the book)