Entering the house, what catches my eye is a small wooden chair, a stove, a very simple room, with traces of age, but I don't hate it, when I was young, the dead dad just liked antiquities, and broke a bottle and chirped crookedly, and later I learned that the bottle had a name called blue and white porcelain, of course, he couldn't do anything about me.

The old man took a small wooden chair out of nowhere and placed it for me by the fire, and I sat down after thanking him, and the old man took a fan, fanned the stove, and then asked, "Young man, how did you come here, at night, and not at home?" "Oh, let's have a picnic, I was bored and started hanging out, but I didn't expect to come to your door. ”

"Yes, there are more and more people who come to play in Nanshan, and I am more quiet, this autumn has arrived, and your clothes are too thin," said the old man, and got up and took a black coat and draped it on my body, "Take it, this dress was dry cleaned yesterday, and it is more comfortable to wear." I nodded, feeling the care from the old man, the old man's voice was strong and powerful, and the confidence was very stable, like a person who had practiced.

Not to mention, it's quite comfortable to wear this black coat.

"Young man, what's your last name, what's your name? ”

"My name is the night of the fall, the night of the night, the dumping of the right, the right of the right. I replied respectfully, "What about you, old man?"

"My name is Zhang Daozhi, a piece of paper, the Tao of impermanence, and the Tao of impermanence. As soon as I heard this, looking at other people's learning, the Tao is impermanent, and it is also a matter of why my literary knowledge is so weak, and the old man said: "There are not many polite young people like you now, not bad, yes, if you are old, you must be a scholar." I laughed.

"I'm right to tell you, I'm going to open a bookstore now, and if you have time, you're welcome to take a look, Mr. Zhang. Zhang Daoyi listened, waved his sleeves, I was shocked, that wave of sleeves, for some reason, I felt a sense of sadness, as if this old man's actions were done for someone. Zhang Daozhi shook his head and said, "I don't need it, I'm old, and my eyes are spent." ”

I looked around, but I was surprised by Zhang Daozhi's wave of sleeves, and it shouldn't be that I was sentimental, so I got up. "Old man Zhang, can you let me walk around your house. When Zhang Daoyi heard this, he also nodded, then stopped talking, and looked at the fire alone, as if thinking about something, I walked around.

Zhang Daozhi didn't seem to be able to sit still, and asked, "Young man, do you want tea?"

"Okay. ”

I replied, walked to a room, half-closed door, it seems that Zhang Daozhi just walked out of here, I pushed open the door, there is a mirror, outside the wooden window is a bright moon, next to a costume hanging, yes, it is a costume, exceptionally clean, light like cicada wings, at this time a gust of breeze came slowly, blowing the costume, instantly vivid, I instantly seemed to be in the attic, sitting on the wooden chair, watching the theater, the two of them singing, one after another.

"Tea is ready, lad. I woke up when I heard the sound, so I turned around and went back, Zhang Daozhi handed me a cup of tea, it was very hot, I took it carefully, for fear that the water would splash out, I took a sip carefully, it was slightly bitter, but it was not too bitter, it was delicious, I held the teacup, and I could also keep warm, so I carefully asked my doubts.

"Have you ever sung before? Zhang Daozhi was drinking tea, but he stopped drinking tea at this moment, sighed, and looked up.

"You saw that costume, I sang it, what?"

"It's nothing, I've watched a play with my grandfather before, and I really think that singing requires kung fu, so I'm a little curious about how singing is done. ”

"Oh, what a play. ”

"The Story of the West Garden, the desolate Liao Gongyue, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai and the like. I replied that my grandfather was also quite interested in this, and when I was a child, I was often held by my grandfather and sat on my grandfather's lap, watching those people sing, sometimes high-pitched and generous, sometimes low-pitched and sad, I felt very powerful.

"Yo, I've really seen it!" Zhang Daozhi was surprised and took another sip of tea.

"Have you ever seen the peacock flying southeast?" Zhang Daozhi asked for some reason, I shook my head, the peacock flew southeast, it seems to have been mentioned in the previous textbooks, it is the eternal swan song of Yuefu, the length is very long, I always thought I had to memorize it, but fortunately, as long as I memorized one or two paragraphs, I was quite impressed, and it seemed to be a tragic accident caused by mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and it was also a sad story.

"I haven't seen it, but I know the story. ”

Zhang Daozhi nodded, as if he was also expected, "Eh, it's been a long time since anyone came, young man, would you like to hear the story of the old man, the old man wants to find someone to talk to." I nodded.

"Naturally, you can, please. Zhang Daozhi nodded, but at this time, he took out a long cigarette stick, lit it, and smoked it skillfully, although it was only for a moment, I felt that it was a woman smoking, Zhang Daozhi swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, and said.

"It was in the 190s, I have forgotten, but that was when I had a master, but my master was a woman, it's hard to believe, in fact, at that time, there were very few people who could really sing, I wanted to learn to sing, but unfortunately I couldn't find a good teacher, by chance, I met my master, and I saw my master's performance.

What my master sang, it was the peacock flying southeast, that seniority, singing voice, gestures, can be called perfect, now think about it, I also think that few people can surpass her, my master's name is Lin Yuqing, and then she found out that I often secretly watch her plays, so I came to ask me. ”

"Do you like singing?"

"Like. ”

"He looks so handsome, very suitable for singing! Do you have any plans to come?" Zhang Daozhi was excited, "Yes, but without the guidance of a good teacher, I am afraid that it will be embarrassing." Lin Yuqing fiddled with his long sleeves in front of Zhang Daozhi, and said with a tactful smile: "It's okay, I can teach you!"

"Really?"

"Really. ”

"That day, I think it was the luckiest moment of my life, I got a famous teacher, and I was about to realize my dream and go on the stage, but it's a pity. Zhang Daoyi sighed, I was actually rendered by it, and sure enough, this is the case with those who have sung, every word and deed is quite emotional, I am speechless at this moment, and I just want to listen to Zhang Daozhi finish his story.

The firelight flickered, Zhang Daozhi added a little firewood, the fire became vigorous, Zhang Daozhi suddenly sang, the voice was extremely sad.

"I'm a play, and the play is a lot of autumn! Pity is deep but old, full of old clothes, open mouth to sing but dumb, and hope to get together with Qing again. ”

I am a play, and the play is autumnal! Poor but old, full of old clothes, open mouth to sing but dumb, and hope to reunite with Qing.

At this time, it is autumn, and the drama is full of autumn and sadness.