In fact, when Xinyin Society performed "Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang" for the first time on Guanyin Stage, Xiao Qian wanted to invite Sai Guanyin to go with him, but this "other you" exists on the stage that Sai Guanyin can no longer reach, how cruel is it to her?

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Later, Shang Xue left Huodu with his cuff and sang red in Suzhou City, but he still didn't mention it once.

Sai Guanyin asked, looking at Xiao Qian in front of him, the expression mixed with panic, distress, and guilt, just like back then, no, after so many years, only deeper.

Her heart was very painful, but her face habitually smiled, so lenient, so meaningless-that was Guanyin's smile, she said softly: "You said that she was my stand-in, so how can I, an authentic person, be kept in the dark and not know anything?" ”

Xiao Qian still looked at Sai Guanyin blankly.

In fact, a long time ago, he couldn't understand her as well as he did at the beginning.

She doesn't quarrel about anything anymore, she often looks up everything for him reasonably-including those women, including Shang Xue's sleeves, she often laughs, but which one is the real her? The awkward and crying Sai Guanyin, who he loves, who often laughs uncontrollably and often grievances, hides behind which Guanyin?

Xiao Qian looked at Sai Guanyin's lips opening and closing, and was asking him, "Don't be in a daze." You don't know, do you? ”

He woke up suddenly, seemed to be slightly sorry for such a daze, turned his face sideways, drank some tea, coughed, and said, "She's fine." ”

- She sang red in Sioux City.

――Really? It wasn't easy, the first time.

-- She acted in a military drama for the crown prince in Anjiang City.

-- Miss Shang also has a lot of ideas.

-- She went north along the river, and Dingzhou, Jianting, and Beiyu became popular all the way.

- Oh, listening to you is like a string of firecrackers burning along the river.

- Well, I don't know if I've been to Shangjing now, but I haven't received a letter.

"Whoa." Sai Guanyin looked at Xiao Qian, pouted rarely, and said, "Is what you said so simple?" Dry doesn't make any sense at all. I want to read Miss Shang's letter. ”

Xiao Qian hesitated for a moment, but still handed the heavy stack of letters in his sleeve pocket to Sai Guanyin.

Sai Guanyin pulled out one.

Xiao Qian wanted to explain that he cherished these letters, but it was not enough for him to carry them with him every day.

He just hesitated in his heart whether to show it to her or not, and it was precisely because these letters were full of bits and pieces of Shang Xuesleeve's acting, as if he was afraid that he would not be satisfied with this "answer sheet" and describe it in such detail, so he couldn't decide.

Maybe Guanyin didn't pay attention, but Xiao Qian knew that there were several times when his hand touched the letter in his sleeve pocket, and finally put it down.

He moved his mouth and didn't say anything in the end.

He saw that the pages were under the light, thin, bright, and transparent, but Sai Guanyin ignored him and looked at the words on the letter greedily and seriously. I read one, and then I pulled out another, until I read the last letter.

Xiao Qian looked at Sai Guanyin, and didn't dare to blink his eyes.

But Sai Guanyin still showed the expression he was most afraid of seeing.

He opened his arms and gently hugged Sai Guanyin when she was at her most vulnerable, but only a moment, Sai Guanyin pushed his arm away.

She reluctantly put a smile on her beautiful face, but in the end she still sniffed, and said with red eyes: "Sixth master...... I...... I envy her so much......"

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The Guangping River does not lead all the way to Shangjing, the capital of the country, and when it reaches Beiyu, it turns west and goes northward -- no, or rather, it should be the "snow on the northwest mountains" in the mouth of those travelers who travel from south to north or those who love to travel.

It doesn't take long for Beiyu to go up to Shangjing, where Xinyin Society changed the land route.

The official road is paved with bluestone, wide and regular, Shang Xuesleeve and Qinghuan sit in the car, the ears ring the "Lulu" sound of the convoy carrying the cage on the road, sometimes the convoy exceeds the pedestrians, sometimes it is overtaken by the pedestrians on horseback, along the way, you can see the people, cars, and horses coming and going on this official road.

The convoy has all inserted the small flag of the newly made Xinyin Society, with a blue velvet bottom, carefully embroidered with a silver thread with the word "sound", and a silver thread of the same color to hook the edge, which is both generous and eye-catching, if you look carefully, you can also see that on the side of the small flag close to the flagpole, there is a dark vertical text, which reads the word "Beijing Song", which is the meaning of the Beijing Song Department.

Shangjing is different from the general town, the capital of a country, the pedestrian inspection is very strict, the opera troupe that comes to Beijing from all directions does not know how many, because the troupe has many cages, there are many people, it is easy to entrain, so the strictness of the inspection is higher.

Xiao Qian had already sent a letter to the Shangjing Qubu when they left Huodu.

By the time the Xinyin Society arrived in Beiyu, someone had already received Xiao Qian's order to wait here, and presented the voucher that the Xinyin Society had registered with the Shangjing Opera Department, as well as various items with "Jingqu" dark patterns, such as the long hanging flags and small side flags of the Xinyin Society and the people, so as not to delay the Xinyin Society in these senseless matters.

Shang Xue sleeves lifted the curtain next to him, and when he looked out, he could see that the dense woods were blocking the view, and as far as the eye could see, it was the smoke and dust stirred up from time to time on the fast road, as well as the scattered stalls and vendors on the roadside, some of whom did not live on the road, so the dry food and coarse felt quilts sold by these vendors were necessary for those who temporarily stayed overnight next to the official road.

Shang Xuesleeve closed the curtain and said to Qinghuan: "You let the car stop for a while, go to the head of the tube, and let him be careful not to miss the stay." ”

The land route is far from being nourished by boat, although the carriage ride, but it is not as fast as imagined, because it is not easy to sleep in the open, and you can't miss the accommodation, so sometimes it is inevitable that you have to stay in a hotel before it gets dark.

After a few days, not to mention the expense, even the servants who never stopped practicing on weekdays also felt uncomfortable all over their bodies, as if they had been shaken apart by a car.

After living in the store, the cage had to be guarded by people in turn, and the horses had to be fed to see if the store was shoddy and bad, and the total trivial matters were more than two or three times more troublesome than when they were on the boat.

The head of the pipe has traveled to the north and south many times, but his face did not show anything, but said to Shang Xuesleeve, who was a little anxious: "It's good to get used to it." Shangjing is not a place to stay for a long time, and when the class owner returns to the south, it is not easy to go back and only take the waterway, and he has to return to Huodu by land. The short section from Beiyu to Shangjing is quite good. ”

I don't know if this is to appease or warn in advance, anyway, Shang Xuesleeve calmed down when he heard it.

The journey is long, and there is always an end.