Xiao Tao heard that the Chinese Valentine's Day was coming, and the teams from all over the country came to Qiaotou East Village, and the men and women who came to seek marriage from ten miles and eight towns made a small profit.

She imagined, gathering the power of the rivers and lakes, can she make Mrs. smile, she is used to seeing cold and glamorous, how beautiful should Mrs. smile when she smiles?

Commanding a few words to one of the guards, a splendid carriage appeared in front of them, and without giving the lady a chance to refuse, they pulled them and walked into the carriage.

Usually, Mrs. asked Xiao Tao to treat her like a sister, she didn't dare, but she has always dutifully maintained this sisterhood in her heart.

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He didn't need to say a word, he just exaggeratedly gnawed off a tooth of watermelon, and then exaggeratedly shook the black cloth, conjured up a lot of watermelon skins, fell and got up on it, and posed all kinds of innocent and funny actions, and the audience was already full of laughter.

This time, Douzi was not idle, painted his face as a monkey, cooperated with the master, swished up the high bamboo pole stretched out of the box, in the breathlessness of everyone, only to see the bean sprouts thrown out of his hand a bright and dazzling large flower cloth, after slowly falling from the air, the beans on the head of the pole have disappeared out of thin air.

This scene is almost a living miracle for audiences who are accustomed to old-school theater troupes and juggling. Some even screamed.

Bean sprouts also pretended to be frightened, hurriedly rummaging around on the stage, watermelon peels flew up, he lifted another large wooden box, seemingly clumsy but actually delicately put all the watermelon skins flying all over the sky into the box, and then closed the box, panting and sitting on it scratching his head, looking really hilarious.

The maid Xiaotao was attracted by this novel performance, and couldn't help but shout a few times, and the lady next to her was not too different from the usual, but her eyes were much brighter than usual, and she looked at the bean sprouts on the stage in a daze.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached the highest moment, the bean sprouts grinned, suddenly jumped up, turned over and landed at the same time, shook the red sheet tied to the lid of the box, and pieces of colorful paper snowflakes poured out of the box, and the beans who disappeared in the air held a big rice pot in their hands, jumped out of the box, and landed lightly like a swallow, waiting for others to reward, for her silver or something......

However, what Xiao Tao didn't expect was that the lady next to her also applauded vigorously, although there was no obvious smile between her eyebrows, but the corners of her mouth that had not been raised for a long time, as if fixed by magic, had a slight change, and it was this insignificant desire that made him ecstatic.

Looking at each other, Xiao Tao is looking at her, Douzi is also looking at her, and she is looking at the bean sprouts.

The audience applauded thunderously, but I didn't know that there were two people's ears that were empty at this moment.

"Little Peach, you guys are waiting here, I'm looking for that master for something!"

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She came over, looked at him intently, and said, "It's good that you're back again." ”

Beanzi saw that her eyebrows were trembling slightly, much like a person who tried to laugh, but still failed.

"Long time no see." Because of the hook on the face, the smile of the bean sprouts is even brighter.

She was silent for a long time.

"Bean, you go out first." Bean Sprouts turned his head, "It's still early, let's go out and find a random place to play." ”

"Where do you let someone dressed like a monkey play!" Beanzi pouted and tugged at his comical costume.

"You look like a monkey if you don't wear this." Bean sprouts took out a piece of broken silver and stuffed it into her hand, "Go and bet on peanuts on the street, Master will approve you today." ”

"It's easy to do things with money, and the two of you talk slowly." One of her faces was almost laughing, and she jumped out of the stage with joy, and covered the backstage curtain.

She didn't go to gamble with others, but came to the marriage river under the Yuelao Temple, hid herself in the crowd of people seeking marriage from all over the world, lying on the railing to watch the fish, and there was no happy day on her face.

Backstage, Bean Sprouts sat across from her, a little cramped, her head down fiddling with the handkerchief that had been crumpled.

"You weren't like that before." Bean Sprouts smiled and said, "I love to laugh and make trouble, very much like my apprentice." ”

Before...... "formerly" is such a nice word.

She looked at the tools he had scattered on the dresser, and after a while, she said, "Can you draw a smiley face for me?" ”

He was stunned.

She looked at herself in the mirror: "I haven't laughed in a long time." ”

He was silent for a moment, then got up and picked up his paintbrush.

"They all said I had a strange disease." She said, "Don't you ask me anything?" ”

He shook his head and pressed his index finger to her lips.

Stroke by stroke, depicted carefully, no matter how sad the face is, under the cover of oil paint, it becomes joyful.

"That's good." She pressed her face closer, her fingertips carefully stroking herself in the mirror, "It's funny, and it's a pleasure to look at." ”

The sprouts nodded: "But it doesn't fit." You weren't born to be a clown. ”

He handed her a face towel: "Wipe it, if you are seen, you will laugh at the general's wife." ”

"Stay a little longer." She shook her head.

He laughed: "I remember that once upon a time, when you smiled, your eyes would bend into crescent moons. ”

"Yes, that's what he said." She sighed, but there was no going back.

Now that she is the general's wife, if she is still disconnected from the bean sprouts, Qiushui knows with a sword, what will happen to this person who has always been decisive in killing?

She came softly and went softly.

"Where's the little master?" Douzi deliberately glanced behind him.

I wanted to perfunctory this ghost spirit, but if I didn't tell her the truth, who could I tell it to her?

He spoke too slowly, not until the sun climbed into the middle. It's just that he didn't talk about anything else, just talked about every day he got along with Mingyue, but unfortunately she was married to another woman.

Beanzi reached out and touched his heart, asking, "Does it hurt here?" ”

"Yes." He smiled and nodded.

"Why don't you cry?" Douzi tilted her head, "I cried for an hour last time I broke my knee!" ”

"Silly boy." He touched her head, "How can a clown with a flower face cry, the purpose of his existence is to make everyone who sees him happy." In the past, Master didn't understand this truth, but today he understands. ”

Douzi stared, very confused.

After a while, he touched an osmanthus candy and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with concern: "You cry!" Crying while eating candy is less upset. ”

"Master doesn't cry." He twisted her face, "Anyway, it's better to leave a smiling face for someone else than to cry." ”

Douzi thought about it, lowered his head to eat the sugar, and stopped talking.

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Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple on the mountain, there was an old monk in the temple, the old monk often held a broom, slowly swept inside and outside the temple, removed the snow in winter, swept the yellow leaves in autumn, and swept the time little by little to the distant back.

The mountain is too high, the road is too dangerous, there is not much incense in destined, the melons and fruits on the table in front of the Buddha are picked off by the old monk himself from the back mountain, occasionally there will be passing travelers to come in and worship, occasionally occasionally, will also put down the meager money, and then when going out of the temple door to the old monk said Amitabha, your temple is too small.

The temple is as small as mustard, a Buddha statue, a meditation room, a monk's house, the rest is the kitchen and the latrine, just occupy a small piece of flat land at the turn of the mountainside, from the window of the monk's house, a zhang away is the cliff.

The temple is like a strange and stubborn lone pine, which has taken root in the closest place to danger and grows safely, rain or shine.

Old monks also have times of boredom, especially during the coldest days of winter. Since there was no one to accompany him, he had to sit on the stone steps at the entrance of the temple with his broom, listen to the crows screaming, and see the lack of snow in the mountains.

Sometimes I will talk to his broom, the content is nothing more than that I am not far from the day I see the Buddha, the temple is gone, who will pick the fruit and worship, who will clean and repair, even your best broom in the world is no longer used, although the temple is small, although the things are small, it is also a heavy world, if it is abandoned, it is really a pity.

The temple is the old temple, in addition to the prosperity of the Qixi Festival every year, once the time passes, many people can no longer remember that in a small village, there is this month-old temple.

The old monk is a traveling monk, he came, and the bean sprouts moved out of the temple, but the two had a good relationship, and the bean sprouts also told the old monk all the grievances in his heart.

The old monk recited Buddhist scriptures to persuade him to let go, but he couldn't let go.

The next day, Douzi ran alone to the Yuelao Temple, where the old monk was drinking fragrant wild vegetable porridge.

"My master said he wouldn't cry. Old monk, is he suffering from a strange disease? She snatched the porridge bowl from the old monk's hand, "Everyone is so familiar, don't trick me!" ”

The old monk looked at her in embarrassment, thought for a moment, and said, "That's not a disease. ”

"What's that!" She pulled his beard and rolled on the ground, "If you don't say it, I'll lie here every day, eat and wear you!" ”

"Okay, it doesn't hurt to tell you." The old monk surrendered, "Amitabha, what a small debt." ”

On this day, when it was almost dark, Douzi came out of the Yuelao Temple, listless all the way. It wasn't until I walked to the door of the house that I suddenly burst into my spirits and jumped in the door as usual.

The performance of the master and apprentice continued, and there were still cheers in the market every day.

However, she hasn't been here for a long time.

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"General Qiyu, the troupe and jugglers invited for his wife's birthday have all arrived." A family member hurriedly came and handed over a roster, "General, please take a look, if there is nothing wrong......

"Don't look at it, you can handle such small things as you see fit. On the day of Madame's birthday, strengthen the garrison, and don't let the chickens and dogs and thieves get involved. He was upset in his heart, and sent his subordinates away in three or two sentences.

The family took the order and left, leaving him stunned for a moment before turning to leave.

Tomorrow is her birthday, the first two years of Qiushui a sword because of the leader outside and missed, this year he is at home, said that the world's most famous opera troupe and the most interesting Jianghu artists are invited to perform for her, it is said that their performance is very exciting, everyone who sees it applauds, the general's mansion also needs some liveliness. He also secretly hoped that such a lively would make her happy.