In the twenty-second year of Yangming, early summer, Ayara Castle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"The moon rises in the east, according to my jade hall. Seeing a beautiful woman on the road is unforgettable. "There is a singer holding a red tooth board, singing softly and slowly. There are occasional pedestrians on the road who stop to listen, and the sound is pleasant, like catkins in the wind, which inadvertently floats into people's hearts.

It is the busy farming season in May, and the Spring Breeze Ten Mile Paradise seems a little deserted. In recent years, the emperor has been strict and thrifty, suppressing the extravagance of the court, and many nobles have also neglected the orchestral music.

Zige stood in the background, listening intently and smiling. Her mother didn't allow her to show her face, so she pretended to be a maid, but even the burlap skirt could not hide her beauty.

As soon as Cui Qiao finished singing, a guest asked her to come to the box to give her voice. Aunt Zhao responded with a smile and instructed the handyman to carry her Yaoqin up. Zige smiled encouragingly at her, Cuiqiao's face was slightly red, and she squeezed Zige's slender hand affectionately.

"Zige, thank you for the song." She whispered, looking a little nervous.

"Take advantage of the opportunity to find a good son-in-law."

Zige watched her go upstairs with a lively gait. Cui Qiao is the first batch of apprentices of Zige's mother Lin Wan in the music workshop, and now she is more than 20 years old. In recent years, business has been sluggish, and singers have looked for other benefactors, hoping to marry into a large family as a concubine. Aunt Zhao turned a blind eye to this, and her mother was even more happy to see it. Although Zige is reluctant to give up on these sisters who grew up together, he also hopes that they can get out of the land of smoke and willows as soon as possible and live a peaceful life.

The big thing has been accomplished, Zige clapped his hands with satisfaction, turned around and wanted to go back to the backyard, but met a young man with a face like a crown of jade in the corridor, he held a paper fan in his hand, and a smile like a breeze on the corner of his mouth.

"Scholar, you're here!"

Zige smiled and beckoned, leading him to the wing room in the back hall. He is the only son of Mr. Private School, Xie Miao, quite talented, Uncle Xie and his mother are good friends, often bring him to the music workshop to write lyrics for the singer, and Zige has known each other since childhood. Because of his excellent family education, he was always dressed in white and spoke politely, and Zige naughtily called him a scholar.

"I'll hear what you've changed the new words to look like."

Zige chose a simple and clean room, and only two seats were placed in the room, and a beautiful yaoqin was placed on the table. The two of them were not humble and chose a random place to sit down.

"How about the "Beauty Song" just now? The son of the Zhao family couldn't take his eyes off it. ”

"When I entered the door, Cui Qiao had already sung to the last stack, why don't you play another song for me."

Zige didn't shirk it, and played the song again, Xie Miao stroked his palm, and his face showed approval.

"Its rhythm is melodious, like flowing water, and the artistic conception is more profound than words."

Zige confessed embarrassedly: "Actually, my mother still gave me some advice, and your words are still well written." ”

He smiled and took out a bamboo bird from his bosom with a gentle expression.

"This time you win, the birds give it to you. Listen to your commands. ”

Zige looked at the bird made of bamboo skin, and a wave of complicated emotions surged in his heart. On her birthday a few years ago, she bumped into a strange person on the bridge and gave her a proverb, and met this nerd scholar in a frightened way, and picked up her lost plaything. Later, the two met again in the music workshop because of the relationship between their elders, and they have formed a friendship since then. He is good at writing lyrics, and Zige loves to compose music, so the two often test each other with questions, and this bamboo bird has become their bet.

For a few years, time is like child's play.

The day Zige and the scholar first met was also the night when her mother pointed out to her for the first time that she was from an unusual background. Although Zige didn't know the details of her life experience, her mother's pale face still frightened her. As a result, she gradually learned to be cautious in what she said and did. Now in this music workshop, her attainments are not inferior to those of her sisters who study together, but her mother repeatedly told her not to be in the limelight, so she settled behind the scenes and made wedding clothes for them. It's just that in the midnight dream, the sharp and hoarse sentence "The moon rises in the mountains, the country changes hands", and the treacherous memories that were triggered that day often wake her up, and she has never been able to understand the mystery.

Thinking of this, Zige frowned slightly, and subconsciously stroked the pale red mark on his right wrist.

"Zige, what's wrong?" Xie Miao looked at her with care in his eyes.

"It's nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Zige took over the bird and quietly changed the topic, "Sister Hongshang has been practicing Lingbo dance recently, and I wrote a tune for her, can you fill in the words for me?" ”

He looked at the sheet music handed over by Zige, and a smile of interest appeared on his face.

"It's a special tune. I'll have to go back and think about it. ”

Zige raised his eyebrows and chuckled, and couldn't help but feel a little proud, "I also watched my sister still practicing dance barefoot in the backyard in the cold spring, and I felt it for a while." ”

"Okay, I'll get back to you in less than three days." Xie Miao folded the score and put it in his pocket. Today, he is dressed in white again, only the sleeves are embroidered with dark green silk threads, and he wears a cloth scarf, clean and clear. Zige looked at him with a smile, and suddenly thought of a question: "Scholar, you are not too young, how can you be willing to do this 'three changes in the willow by order', and be with us all day long?" ”

His smile was still warm, "How can there be such a self-deprecating person as you, what's wrong with writing lyrics and composing music every day?" ”

"When the book is used, I hate it less." Zige said half ridiculously, half seriously, "In life, there should be something to do." ”

Xie Miao's eyes were dark, he looked at her fixedly, and was about to speak, when the door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open, and Hongshang walked in with a nanmu plate in his hand.

"Gongzi Xie is here, you don't know how to talk when you look at tea." She put down the plate and glanced at Zige, there was reproach in her tone, but her expression was indifferent. Zige stuck out her tongue, got up and gave her a seat, and sat in the middle to pour tea.

"Girl in red clothes, I came to see you dance the neon dress song on the first day, and I was amazed." Xie Miao took a sip of Pu'er and praised quietly. Although Hongshang is cold and upright, he also blushes slightly.

"Childe praised. Red Dress is just a dancer. She replied in a low voice.

Zige remembered that when she first saw Hongyi five years ago, she described her as withered, disheveled, and sitting in the corner of the firewood room without saying a word. Aunt Zhao said all the good things, but she still couldn't persuade her to eat, so she was so anxious that she shouted at a loss. It was her mother's gentle persuasion and understanding that she regained her strength. Later, she studied under her mother, devoted herself to learning dance, practiced hard every day, never stopped, and finally became famous at the moon worship party two years ago, and now it has always been the top brand of the music fang.

"Sister, when will you be on stage again?" Zige asked with a smile.

"I have my own plans." As if seeing through her thoughts, Hongshang added unhurriedly, "I will inform Master Lin when the time comes." ”

Zige winked at her, indicating that she understood.

The three of them chatted about lyrics and music again. Xie Miao has something at home and needs to go back early. Zige sent him to the door.

He stood under the pile of smoke and willows and stared at Zige, the wind suddenly rose, blowing a stream of spring water.

"In July, I will perform the crown ceremony at the ancestral hall at home, can I invite you to watch the ceremony?"

His eyes burned. Zige nodded, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "The scholar is also an adult, I should prepare a big gift for you." ”

"It's good that you're here." He smiled slightly, said goodbye and left, his white clothes fluttering, like catkins in the wind.

That night, after listening to Cui Qiao, who was full of red light, sharing her love affair with Zhao Gongzi, Zige returned to the backyard. Mother is writing in the house, she has learned a hand of face, the pen is vigorous and vigorous, quite a family style, Zige has studied hard for many years is still rare its charm, so she often asks her curiously, where did she learn such a subtle talent, she often laughs and does not speak, but her expression is a little lonely.

Zige tiptoed closer and found that she was writing Nalan Rongruo's "Poppy Beauty".

"The silver bed is old with asphalt, and the autumn is swept with powder. The incense picking line is full of money, and it is unspeakable to find Cuiqiao.

The corridor is an inch of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. The back light and the moon are in the shade, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. ”

She put down her pen and coughed. Zige distressedly took out a big coat and put it on for her, the weather has been getting hotter recently, but her mother's old illness has recurred, and a charcoal basin has been put in the house to keep warm.

"Mother, pay attention to your body and rest early."

She looked at Zige gently, nodded, and Zige put away the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, but the words were quietly kept.

"I heard Hongsheng say, Miao'er came over just now?" She sat down on the edge of the bed, her figure thin and limp.

"Well, he came to bring me something, and said he would come back to visit my mother another day."

Zige gently rested her head on her mother's lap as she had done when she was a child, letting her hand caress her thick black hair.

"Before I knew it, Ge'er had grown up." The mother whispered, "Do you complain that your mother has always been so strict with you? ”

Zige shook his head, "Ge'er is not afraid of hardship, only afraid of ...... Let my mother down. ”

Eight years, eight years have passed. What my mother said that night is as vivid as yesterday.

"Ge'er, my mother is a fugitive from an unjust case in the capital, and I desperately saved you from leaving Beijing together."

"Mother's life has never been peaceful. Mother doesn't want you to follow in my footsteps. ”

"The old things of the past are the misfortune of my mother's generation. Mother only hopes that you can be safe and happy, and have a good life. ”

In the mother's hand, she holds a gorgeous and graceful golden step, which is a phoenix with wings ready to fly.

"The phoenix is flying, and its feathers are feathering. Ge'er, my mother hopes that you can remember this, be cautious in your words and deeds, and have a peaceful day. ”

Although the young self does not know the world, he has faintly felt the good intentions of his mother.

Flying flowers are painted under the spring tree, the river is singing in the hot summer, the moon is worshipping and dancing in the courtyard in the autumn, and the spring sword is in front of the plum in the cold winter. The mother taught Zige a talent, but she asked her to keep a low profile and not show her talent in front of others. In her spare time, her mother also invited Uncle Xie to teach her to read in the hospital, but this became an opportunity for herself and Xie Miao to play around, but the mother, who has always been strict, did not say much about it.

"It is my mother's obsession to pass on your talents, but my mother hopes that you will choose your own way forward."

The mother said softly. Zige gently hugged her and said coquettishly: "Zige just wants to stay with her mother and live peacefully in the music workshop." ”

The mother stroked her hand, looked out the window at the moonlight, and was silent for a long time. Zige was afraid that she would be sad for a long time, so she hurriedly changed the topic.

"Zige has made a new tune, play it to my mother."

Zige took out the yaoqin, plucked the strings, and played the "Beauty Song" in the daytime.

"The moon rises in the east, according to my jade hall. When I see a beautiful woman on the road, I will never forget it......"

Zige sang leisurely, and a faint smile appeared on her mother's face.

The moonlight was as bright as water, enveloping the atrium. I don't know where the beautiful woman in the song is floating tonight?