Stroking the silky and cool sheets, Song Xing opened Weibo.

Shi Qin has just officially announced that he has joined a popular variety show.

Song Xing smiled at his phone, no wonder he sent a text message to himself before.

"The schedule of top traffic can only be supported by top physical strength. I'm physically great. Haha"

On this not hot summer night, Song Xing was so disturbed by this text message that his face and heart were red.

Because of the grape vines blocking the daylight, the east room of the courtyard is still cool without air conditioning.

Before coming back, someone had already replaced the leisurely red bedding with sea blue silk. At this moment, the bedding on the carved antique bed is soft and smooth, cool and comfortable. Aunt Lan came back with her, so there was no reason to have time to buy bedding. If it weren't for the fact that the interior of this house was not made by Uncle Yin, Song Xing really couldn't imagine anyone else who would be so careful.

And the person who can call Uncle Yin, there is only Shi Qin in the whole world.

So he, after receiving the new notice, didn't forget to send Uncle Yin back to the courtyard to arrange?

Thinking of this, Song Xing's confusion about the new script was swept away.

"That's it. ”

She cheered herself up and turned off her phone.

Wu Tang is very reliable, and Wu Tang has found all the books she opened. At this moment, dozens of books and periodicals of different thicknesses were piled up on the bed, Song Xing let others go to bed early, but he lay on the big bed and studied the works of his mother Du Zheng.

Du Zheng loves to write about the past, ancient and modern love. At that time, "The Code of Daming Palace" almost exhausted half of her life's talent, and her later works worked harder to bring forth the new, but she never departed from the poignant and simple tone.

Song Xing has read many of his mother's works, but reading them now does not inspire freshness, and each book is dropped after reading a few pages.

Looking out the window at the starry night sky, she deeply felt that what the bigwigs said was right - if a story and character setting can't move the actors, then the performances contributed by the actors are difficult to move this era.

Not surprisingly, "The Queen of the Qing Dynasty" will let more people know herself, and maybe it will become popular. This means that the public will demand more from themselves. The first role after "After the Qing Dynasty" will lay the foundation of her personal style, as well as the division of the fan base.

Sui Chuchu's fans love her Chu Chu for being pitiful and weak.

Sui Lisi's fans love her wealthy personality, energetic and arrogant.

Ye Jiu's fans love her first-line consciousness, as well as her perseverance and not forgetting her original intention.

So what's your own style?

She knew that she would not be Zhao Min's bright and glamorous hanging.

From Lu Youran, to Li Qingzhao to Dongzhu, she took the route of cold and blackening.

But it's hard for the cold heroine to explode.

Since ancient times, the heroines who love only in the world are all glamorous hangings that dump all beings......

Song Xing had a headache when he thought about it, and the handwriting in front of him began to ghost. Song Xing gradually couldn't hold it anymore and became drowsy.

In a daze, I seemed to dream of the winter of the year of the school exam, the sky was freezing outside the window, and the house was filled with the aroma of shrimp and tofu brain. The mischievous teenager dragged her to the mirror and made her see her face clearly.

"Look at it, you look like this after losing weight, and you still want to be just an actor and not an idol? Do you know, you are now without makeup, with little soup and little water, and they all say that you are a Tsing Yi face. In fact, after your eyes are put on makeup, you have to be more demonic and more demonic, and you have a proper big flower. In the future, you can only play the red-faced troubled water, the oiran, and the demon concubine who are all over the country, that is, to play a lady, and it is also the kind of goblin who is on the body. ”

Song Xing looked at him desperately: "What about you?"

"I, just play the suave noble son, the rich son who left a name in the Qinglou, or the long live lord who was fascinated by the goblins. ”

The young man in the dream has red lips and white teeth, and the corners of his mouth always seem to have a cynical smile.

In the dream, his eyes are clear, his pupils are scattered with starlight, and the two of them are standing in the tofu brain shop where people come and go, just like the cover of a girl's comic.

"Co-author you and I play against you, you are the best people, and I do the goblin?"

In the dream, she smashed her fist, but it hit the sheets, and Song Xing suddenly woke up.

The windows were still full of stars, the lamp was on, and something had been pushed to the ground by her movements.

It is a stack of printer paper, and the title of the book printed on the cover is - "Northland Rouge into a Dream".

While the other books are bound by the publishing house, this one is a printed version on A4 paper, and the title does not coincide with the one that has already been published. This shows that the book was serialized in the magazine "Literature and Art", but it was never published in the end.

Song Xing hadn't read this book in his previous life, and he was surprised, if it was a short story that was not combined into a book, it was still possible, looking at the volume of this "Rouge into a Dream in the North", it was obviously a long book. Look at the date, the original serialization ended in 1997, why did my mother become popular in the literary world through "Daming Palace Code", the book is still not published.

This is not in line with the character of those profit-seeking publishers.

With doubts, Song Xing gently flipped through the pages of the book, and saw a line of poetry written on the title page at the beginning.

"Thousands of miles south of the sky Pengyi, straight up to the rock, that can be the rest of the life, Pingshui marriage into a dream;

After a few years of rouge in the north, he fell into self-sorrow, won a hero's confidant, and the color of the peach blossom was also eternal. ”

This poem is not a masterpiece, and the grammar is a little incomprehensible. But the title of the book was taken from this seemingly fatty text. Song Xing's doubts in his heart became even greater.

She silently poured herself a pot of jasmine slices, leaned against the window and read the text.

"In history, there is a group of legendary Fengchen women, who joke about the wind and the moon, but they are loyal and loyal. is a little talented, some are arrogant, even if they are romantic, but they have also composed a sad song for the country and the people in the passing years. “

Looking down this wedge all the way, it is a talented and beautiful woman in the old era.

From the first sight of the eight alleys in the Republic of China, to Yuan Shikai's desire to restore the imperial system and close surveillance, to the heroine's help to escape from the encirclement, Yuan Shikai's imperial road was blocked at the critical moment, and a charming and moving picture of the Republic of China slowly unfolded.

The confrontation between feudal and national, oppression and freedom, worldly and ideal, and other elements makes this story of a confidant in troubled times tear-jerking. Du Zheng uses the unique pen power of women to describe the private feelings of the children and the righteousness of the family and country of a weak woman in troubled times.

By the time I read the powdery line above, the story had come to an end. It turned out that it was not a poem, but a couplet.

By the time I put this stack of printed documents on my desktop, it was already bright outside the window.

A few kittens are pacing on the roof, and the morning sun gradually rises on the green tile roof.

There was a noise outside the door, it was Wu Tang who came to tell Song Xing to get up and eat breakfast.

The sleepy-eyed Wu Tang looked at Song Xing's eyes slightly blue, and exclaimed:

"Haven't slept all night?"

Song Xing seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and his expression was radiant:

"Let's go, let's go to the Shen family now. ”

Wu Tang looked helpless, pushed open the window, and welcomed the morning light into the house:

"So early? Shen Yao hasn't gotten up yet, your mother only said that you were Shen Yao's brainless fan when you were a child, but she didn't say that you were Shen Yao's illegitimate meal. ”

Song Xing smiled embarrassedly, knowing that Wu Tang was worried that Emperor Shiqin's attributes would explode and affect the innocent Shen Yao.

Subconsciously, she also regarded the Shen family as her maiden home.

But there were places she could never go back to.

Some may never see each other again.

Song Xing gently turned off the lamp, looked at the sunny sky outside the window, and sighed softly.

"Demon Princess? Oiran is really right for you. ”