"When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, see it in the window, and look at it next to the source of the river when the rain passes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info If it is Xiaozhu Ming and fixed, a growth on the water essence plate. ”

The sun was just right on this day, and the pomegranate flowers in the courtyard were about to bloom, so Zige followed a few sisters to the courtyard to clean up the fallen flowers. When passing by the main wing, I happened to meet my mother with a few singers practicing her voice. The mother held the red board and beat the rhythm unhurriedly, and Li Yishan's poems were sung ethereal and graceful.

This group of words describes the secret affairs, borrowing the name of Taoism as a cover, but chanting is the love affair of children. Zige loves poetry, and has always liked Yishan's gorgeous and subtle style, but she has always been difficult to understand this, so she simply sat down on the porch and waited for her mother's explanation.

After singing the song, the mother sighed softly and flipped the score straight over. When the sisters saw her melancholy face, they didn't say anything more. Zige remembered the words written by her mother last night, and by the time "it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart", the pen has already lost its strength, and it has become weak and complaining. Recently, the recurrence of the old disease may also be caused by too much worry.

"Ge'er, why are you sitting here in a daze? Have you been punished by your mother? Before I saw him, I heard his voice first, and Aunt Zhao's hearty and pungent laughter could be heard through the door. She was dressed in a big red and gold yarn skirt, and she walked in the dust.

"Auntie, morning. My sisters' singing was so beautiful that I sat down in a moment's distraction. Zige made an excuse and wanted to get by, but her aunt grabbed her and walked to the lobby.

"The red dress's amazing dance is opened, you composed a music for her, so simply play the flute for her."

Aunt Zhao smiled with a smile on her face, but her tone was unshirkable. Zige had to agree. Looking back at the wing, the singers had begun to sing "Water Tune Song Head", and the mother looked at the spring light outside the window, leaving only a thin back.

The lobby was packed. Every June Cool Festival, the singers and dancers in the music workshop will always do their best to support a performance to thank the benefactors, and people from near and far will come to watch.

Today, red clothes seem to be aiming for the jackpot. She was dressed in a green dance dress, her skirt was swaying to the ground, and she was looking forward to life. The long sideburns are like clouds and fog, and Jin Yin Luo recommends a light step. Zige held a white jade flute and stood behind the curtain and watched silently.

The noisy crowd fell silent as she took the stage. She stood in the center of the stage, her face slightly sideways, half arrogant, half indifferent to all beings.

"There are beautiful women in the south of the country, and they dance with a light green waist. The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying. ”

The willow waist is swaying lightly, she dances slowly to the sound of the flute, and her skirt is swaying, which is beautiful.

"Dancing like an orchid, graceful as a dragon. The more Yan strikes the Qianxi, Wu Ji stops the white silk. ”

The water sleeves flipped up, and she fluttered her toes, like a wild goose soaring in the air.

"The slow state cannot be poor, and the complicated posture is bent to the end. The low lotus breaks the waves, and the messy snow lingers in the wind. ”

Looking back, her expression was as if she was about to leave, and the inscrutable faint smile on the corner of her lips was heartstringing.

"When I fell, I wandered, and I wanted to repair it back to the sky. I couldn't catch it, so I flew away to chase the shock. ”

Her dancing moves gradually improved with the tune, and the audience was so fascinated that some people spilled all the residual wine in their cups on their clothes. Zige couldn't hold back a smile and finished the song. When the curtain came to an end, the cheers of the hall overshadowed the noisy shouts on the street, she didn't seem to have been withdrawn from the role for a while, her expression was still faint, but Aunt Zhao couldn't help but be overjoyed. Within a moment, three or four servants came over and whispered to my aunt, presumably asking about the market of the red dress.

saw one of the little guys raise his hand, pointed in the direction of Zige, and looked at the wing room in the middle of the second floor. Aunt Zhao frowned, as if she couldn't resist the temptation of the heavy silver taels in his hand, she pushed aside the crowd and walked over with the wind and willows.

"Ge'er, there is a guest in the Yulian room upstairs, and I want to invite the red dress to dance." She paused, then said embarrassedly, "But he wants you to continue playing the flute accompaniment." ”

"Is it me or not, and what's the difference? Sister Lanxi's jade flute is also quite famous. Thinking of her mother's admonition for many years, Zige politely refused.

Aunt Zhao was about to say something more, when the red dress suddenly appeared, she had changed into Luoshen's clothes, her makeup had not been removed, and she still looked beautiful.

"Auntie, if you bluntly say that it is Zhao Gongzi, I guess she will not agree to go." She said coldly.

Zige looked at her and immediately understood that what he was thinking was true. Cui Qiao's smile of joy when she left is still in her eyes, and now it is only a few months, and her husband has found a new look. It is said that the drama is meaningless, and those who watch the drama have poured their feelings into it?

Although Zige was in a good mood, his face was silent: "My mother has been in poor health recently, Zige wants to prescribe a few medicines for her today, auntie, please find someone else." ”

Aunt Zhao was a little embarrassed when she saw that she was pierced in her heart: "People have to know how to lift, redeem themselves in a hundred taels, and become a concubine, how to cultivate the blessings!" ”

Hongshang's face was pale, and he pursed his lips stubbornly, "Hongshang would rather die of old age than commit to a ruthless person." ”

Aunt Zhao snorted coldly, and was about to get angry, when a group of officers and soldiers galloping by at the door diverted her attention, and several people led by them shouted loudly, causing the uneasy guests to get up and leave the table one after another. Zige walked out with the flow of people, and found that the market on the street was already full of messes, and a few black smoke could be faintly seen not far away, spreading westward with the wind.

"It's out of the water! Walk the water! "There are older men, wandering on the street, and the sound of bangzi is thrilling.

The horse of the Zhao family was frightened and threw him off the ground. He was so ashamed and scared that he didn't even bother to put on his shoes, so he even ran out with a rolling belt. The aunt complained in the front yard, and today's distinguished guests are all gone.

Fire......

A picture suddenly flashed in Zige's mind: in front of the towering palace wall, the sea of fire was raging, some people screamed, some people ran to tell each other, she stood behind her mother, and looked at the tearful mother in horror and kowtowed three times to the palace wall.

"Sister has been kind for many years, Wan'er can't repay it, I hope to keep the Yang family's bloodline continuous, my sister has knowledge under the spring, and she should be able to go well."

"Mother......?"

Zige muttered, with a look of surprise on her face, and the crowd was surging, but Xie Miao went against the current and came to her.

"The city tower went to water, and the fire spread to West Street." He replied succinctly.

West Street? It's only a few buildings away from the Band, so it's no wonder the noise is so loud nearby. Zige turned around and went back to the backyard, wanting to ask her mother about it. Xie Miao followed closely by her side, blocking the panicked pedestrians for her.

Unexpectedly, there was no figure of the mother in the room, her embroidery was quietly leaning on the edge of the bed, embroidering the mandarin duck in the water, but the other one was only hooked, not yet colored. The big man also fell on the bed.

"Don't worry, Master Lin may have gone for a walk in the courtyard." Xu saw Zige's nervousness, and Xie Miao reassured. She took the big mantle, returned to the courtyard, and began to search along the pomegranate tree by the wall.

Mother has always cherished the heart of flowers, and when the pomegranate will fall in May, she will always pick up the remaining flowers and dry them to make a close-fitting sachet. Now she often coughs, becomes thinner and thinner, her cheeks are slightly red, she has the appearance of a country and a city, but she has no choice but to be sad and sickly.

There is a pool of turquoise spring water in the bamboo forest behind the house, and the grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing for a long time, which makes people forget the world. Niang stood by the spring, staring faintly at the floating fish at the spring. She was dressed in a light blue skirt, her figure was slender and thin, like a fairy in the river, and Uncle Xie stood beside her, staring at her with heavy eyes.

Zi Ge and Xie Miao looked at each other, both slowed down, and quietly looked at the picturesque backs of the two.

Over the years, fortunately with Uncle Xie's care, everything is fine at home. He has always treated Zige kindly, in Zige's heart, he is like an uncle, and his mother respects him as an eldest brother. But Zige knew that there was always an indescribable affection in his mother's eyes.

"It's been more than 20 years, when my sister transferred you out of Beijing, did you ever have a grudge?"

The mother's voice sounded faintly, accompanied by a few light coughs.

"No complaints."

Uncle Xie replied softly. Yun is his word.

"After several battlefields and courts, how many people can still remember those old things......"

The mother looked back at him, and there were tears in her eyes.

Uncle Xie stepped forward and said firmly, "No regrets." The grace of carrying is unforgettable, I only hate that I couldn't save ...... in the first place."

"Say no more."

The mother closed her eyes in some pain, as if she was touched, and her cough became more intense.

Zige glanced at Xie Miao beside him, but saw him looking at her with an inexplicable smile. Just like when he was a child, whenever Uncle Xie was alone with his mother, he was bumped into by them who were playing, Zige would always naughtily pull Xie Miao to hold his breath and peek at the side, but Zige often didn't understand what they said.

Today, although Zige was full of doubts, she didn't want to ask anymore when she saw that her mother was so tired.

"Mother."

Zige stepped forward at the right time and draped the big on her mother's shoulders, her face was pale and her palms were cold. A look of distress also flashed across Uncle Xie's face.

"Master Lin, I'll send you back to the house."

Xie Miao resolved the embarrassment without a trace, and his mother smiled at him: "There is Lao Miao'er." ”

After settling his mother, Zige sent Uncle Xie and Xie Miao out of the door. When I came back, I passed by the front of the red house, and saw that the door of her house was still ajar, and the candle flame was faintly bright. Through the crack in the door, Zige vaguely saw the red dress standing against the window, the sound of the red board echoing in the silent night, and her expression was also lonely.

"When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, see it in the window, and look at it next to the source of the river when the rain passes. If it is Xiaozhu Ming and fixed, a growth of the water essence plate. ”

rarely listened to her singing, and Zige always thought that her timbre was not good. Unexpectedly, the ups and downs in this song were sung by her slightly hoarse voice, adding a bit of rhyme.

At the end of the song, Zige was about to cheer, but she slammed the red board on the ground, covered her face with her hands, and a thin sobbing sound escaped from between her fingers. She was still wearing the pomegranate skirt, and the color was shockingly red under the flickering candlelight.

Zige silently covered the door and turned to leave.

This spring breeze is lively and lively on weekdays, people come and go, once there is a difficulty, everyone is a bird and a bird. People are smiling in front of them, and people are scattered at the end of the song, but they have their own worries. I think that there is no fairyland depicted by Li Yishan in the world, but the world is just doing that unsightly thing under the guise of a high-sounding pretense.