Yanyun Fengyue

At the end of the song, Liang Wenmo had already drank half of the bottle of wine. He stared blankly at the stage without saying a word. Ling Chuang glanced at him and quietly stepped back behind the scenes. , the blue texture of the sea water makes the complexion whiter and clearer, but wearing cloud shoulders makes the figure look a little more generous, the silk tassels dangle between the falling, and the white riding whip is skillfully swung in one hand, and the clear and high-spirited singing voice is changed, "The young man draws the bow The soldiers are full of vigor, and the flying birds are as cold as the arrows and halberds. The west wind will tear the silk and the east mountains will be white, and the expedition will not be unreasonable."

Liang Wenmo felt very familiar when he heard the first sentence. Under the influence of alcohol, his mind was confused for a while and he didn't remember it immediately. After listening to it, the blood in his body almost burned quickly. When he finished speaking, he followed the tune and said: " Hong Yang and long smoke congest the city, Wanjiang and the whole world are afraid of the wind. Why do you forget your heartfelt love when you are old? Just be afraid that your waist will not be empty."

Hearing that he could sing along without thinking, Ling Chuang couldn't help being stunned on the stage, "You..."

"I am... Mo Song." Liang Wenmo's mind is a little confused, but he still vaguely remembers about writing. The novel "Wu Sheng" was his first novel when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, before he became famous at that time. , I chose a pseudonym casually, and submitted it to a not-so-famous publishing house. I didn’t want to be read and remembered by people, and I didn’t expect that the boy who sang an opera even made up the melody for the lyrics in this article, and used this Come to comfort yourself.

"Sir... are you really Mo Song?" Ling Chuang came back to his senses at this moment, and stepped off the stage with his clothes in his hands. Liang Wenmo looked at his graceful appearance, lost his mind for a moment, and then boasted with some pride: " This book has 15 words and 62 chapters, I can't be more clear... Let me tell you, I finished the draft in ten days..."

What he said was outrageous, but Ling Chuang believed it. He looked at the drunk man and thought blankly, no wonder this man had an elegant temperament around him that fascinated him even though his face was filled with endless melancholy. Tears welled up in his almond eyes, and the protagonist in the novel has many similarities with himself. He was an orphan when he was young, and he was sold to a theater five years ago to learn art. He refused to succumb to the lustful power of some lewd embryos, so he was often beaten and scolded by his boss... Needless to say, he was suffering during the period, perhaps it was because of the warmth of that little book that he survived until today.

"Sir." Ling Chuang wiped away his tears, mustered up the courage to slowly walk up to Liang Wenmo, "Thank you for writing this article."

Liang Wenmo didn't know what was going on in his mind. He had already drank all the wine with his head up, leaned over the table in a daze, and pushed away two tea bowls, "Why are you thanking me..."

"Sigh... Mister, you are drunk!" Ling Chuang helped him up, and said softly, "Sir, what's bothering you, you shouldn't waste your body like this..."

"Trapped by love, you are young and don't understand..." Liang Wenmo was talking drunk, his glasses slipped from the bridge of his nose, Ling Chuang quickly took them off and put them away, Liang Wenmo leaned forward and fell into his arms.

Ling Chuang looked down at the writer's long eyebrows that were tightly locked and his face wet with wine, only to realize that he was also very upright and handsome. He thought back to what he said just now "trapped by love", and he didn't know what emotions surged in his heart , but the eye sockets are even more sour and hot.

"Huai Yan..." Liang Wenmo hugged the person in front of him tightly and didn't let go, Ling Chuang guessed that this was the name of his sweetheart, sighed softly, helped him up with great effort, and staggered towards the back room.

There were several small beds in the troupe's dormitory, Ling Chuang got Liang Wenmo into his own bed, and he planned to make do with the bed of the senior brother next to him, but when he was helping the man to lie down, one of them couldn't stand firmly and was caught Liang Wenmo pressed down on him.

Ling Chuang was only 17 years old, his stature hadn't grown yet, and he was already thin, so he couldn't push a grown man who was drunk. In the dark night, he could only feel the fragrance and fragrance of this writer's clothes. With the smell of alcohol, he felt his face and body were hot as if on fire, and then a pair of lips that were hungry for love kissed him.

"Hmm..." Ling Chuang's lips softened, knowing that the big thing was not good, and it was too late to get away, because the man had tasted the sweetness and wouldn't let him go, his tongue was also rolled into his lips and teeth, Ling Chuang was crazily exerted by him Kissing, my brain felt as if something had exploded, my limbs were numb, and I couldn't use any strength... Coupled with that set of rubbing and stroking, I felt as if I was being pulled by something uncontrollable, Although he didn't take the initiative to respond, he was thinking wildly in a panic—so...does kissing feel like this, why are you so comfortable with him...

Liang Wenmo ran wildly, but didn't find the way. Maybe he was a little tired, so he murmured Huai Yan's name, and lay on Ling Chuang's body, breathing gradually evenly.Ling Chuang gasped a few times, reached out to touch the wet spot on his cheek, turned over to help him lie down, sat up and thought, why does this name sound so familiar?

In a blink of an eye, he saw the tent set up between the man's trousers, and he couldn't help but blushed with shame, covered him with a quilt indiscriminately, and ran to the bed farthest from here to lie down.

Ling Chuang had never been in love, even though he did not lose his virginity just now, it still made his heart beat like a drum, calmed down for a long time, his immature heart was still beating wildly, he simply got up and sat in front of the window, lit the oil lamp, took out the old book The more I read the novel, the more interesting it becomes. When I saw that line of lyrics, I couldn’t help but look back at the person who was already asleep on the bed, and then I remembered what Liang Wenmo said about "trapped by love", and I felt wistful. However, the book in front of him could no longer be read, and he just waited for the dawn before the case.

When Liang Wenmo sobered up, the window paper had completely turned white, and he could faintly hear the sound of cannons getting closer, but the house was as quiet as ever, with the aroma of rice porridge filling his nostrils. Liang Wenmo sat up rubbing his temples, and saw The young man was putting the boiled gruel into the wooden bowl, his face was pale and haggard, as if he hadn't had a good rest.

"Mr. Mo... are you awake? Please drink some porridge." Seeing him approaching, Ling Chuang was a little nervous and hurriedly put the porridge on the table. Khan, that spring dream was too real, he really didn't know whether he had a swim with Zhou Gong, or hugged the wrong mandarin bird, a person who has experienced thousands of times in the love field, but at this moment felt awkward, coughed lightly and sat down to scoop the porridge, and then glanced at himself The little book that I wrote.

"This book has been published for more than ten years... At that time, I scribbled nonsense and didn't understand any skills. It's hard for you to keep reading." Liang Wenmo was quite emotional. He put down the spoon in his hand, picked up the book and flipped through it casually After two clicks, he saw some mottled pages on some pages, which seemed to be stained with tears. This time, his heart seemed to be poked hard, and he raised his eyes subconsciously, and was meeting that person's pure eyes like autumn water, pity and love It rushed to his heart all of a sudden, really made him at a loss, and was in a daze, but Ling Chuang lowered his eyelashes and said softly: "Maybe sometimes it doesn't need too much skill if the article wants to impress people."

"It's reasonable to say that, it's unintentional." Liang Wenmo lowered his head to drink the porridge, and he thought of Huai Yan again. His heart was not as melancholy as last night, but it added a little mess, and he felt more comfortable with food in his stomach. , also felt that it was time to leave, Ling Chuang had already packed his clothes and wallet in the night, and came over holding it, Liang Wenmo was still bulging when he touched the wallet, feeling a little displeased, he pulled out all the banknotes forcefully and put them on the table , "It's not peaceful right now, it's useful for you to keep these... I was very satisfied to come here to listen to an opera by mistake last night."

Ling Chuang had no reason to refuse any more, and just followed Liang Wenmo slowly, watching him leave. He wanted to ask him why he stopped writing articles, but he murmured a few times without opening his mouth. Liang Wenmo knew that this walk was almost Farewell, I endured not looking back, walked to the iron gate but finally couldn't help but look at Ling Chuang, the bright light after the snow cleared, illuminating the boy's eyebrows and eyes, he stood there quietly like an oil painting.

Liang Wenmo drove away from this old alley, and felt that the heartache, disbelief, and annoyance he felt when he heard Huai Yan confess his feelings seemed to have happened as long ago as half a century ago, and driving in this empty street at this moment does not seem real... ...It wasn't until a building next to him was blown up that he came back to his senses. The child obviously had nowhere to go, so he stayed in the theater. If...

Liang Wenmo didn't dare to think about it anymore, he turned sharply, turned around and flew in the direction of the old alley.

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Uu guys, this pair is my respect~