[PS: This article is written by Miss Dr. Reader, a book friend, I personally like it]

Xiao Lou finally agreed to return to his hometown.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot.

Xiao Lou carried a bag and an umbrella and came to the tomb of the old man of the Cheng family. This is just a small mound in the field, and there is a somewhat mottled stone tablet in front of it, if the green seedlings cover the tombstone at this time, I am afraid that this tomb will be submerged in the field, and there is nowhere to find it.

He placed his umbrella leaning against the tombstone, took out a rag and a jug of water from his backpack, moistened the rag with water, and carefully wiped the tombstone. After the tombstone was wiped clean, I lit another piece of paper and put on three sticks of fine incense.

After doing all this, Xiao Lou tidied up the corners of his clothes and bowed three times respectfully to the tombstone.

"Old Man Cheng," Xiao Lou unconsciously cleared his throat. "My name is Cheng Xiaolou, but it's not your grandson Cheng Xiaolou, I'm from another world, I don't know if the judge of the underworld made a mistake and put me in your grandson's skin. I heard my uncle say that you used to teach Mr. to sing, and you have been taking the school for him. In the past, he would go to the grave for you every Qingming and sing a play, so that you could hear if there was any progress or regression. This year, I'm the only one who came for him, and I hope you don't blame me. ”

Xiao Lou took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and sang: "Seeing the king drunk in the tent, I can't help but go to the outside of the account to idle for a ......" At the beginning, Xiao Lou was still a little nervous and couldn't let go, and his voice was a little tight, but as the plot progressed, Xiao Lou gradually became involved, and his voice gradually became fuller.

There was no one here, only a little rain and the tombstone in front of him was his audience, and the tune of the music echoed in his heart, but without the picky teasing of the senior brothers, the irritability of the musician, the stern eyes of the master, and the noisy audience and those malicious eyes, he only felt as if the thousand catties of boulders pressed on his heart were missing, as if he was in the seventh senior brother's place- No, it's even better than that, in his imagination, his seventh senior brother with black hair sketching the crescent moon pattern and longevity eyebrows, just like the overlord in history, stood beside him, singing: "Pull out the mountain and cover the world, and the times are not good and will not pass away......."

At this moment, he is that Yu Ji, he is in the barracks under the wall, strolling at night, embattled, the morale of the soldiers is low, and the military reports everywhere are not good news. The enemy attack is very urgent, he knows that with himself, the king will not be able to break through, but he has a glimmer of hope to get the army out of trouble, looking at the king's depressed appearance, he is worried and distressed.

"Persuade the king to drink and listen to Yu songs......"

Tanma came again to report that our army was in crisis. At this time, his king needed to fight, and there was still a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough, but his king looked at him indecisively. He had made up his mind.

"O king, the Han soldiers have been slighted, and they are singing on all sides. The king is exhausted, how can the concubine talk about life!"

For my sake, it's not worth it, my lord.

Seventh Senior Brother, it's not worth it for me.

I can understand your heart, but I want you to live better.

He fell to the ground, the tip of his nose smelling of dirt and rain. In the haze, the mournful Chu Ge gradually dispersed.

"Good!" a voice shattered.