The jade flute was combed out, with a pair of eyebrows and eyes, mixed with smoke and water vapor like a woman; The nose is small and tall, with a faint pinkness; The mouth is also small, only a little larger than a cherry; Green silk is like a waterfall, sprinkled down, bright and soft. It's really a man with a woman's face, and he's handsome.

This is also the reason why there is no shortage of young audiences in the audience to watch the jade flute comb and.

I don't know if this person on stage wears makeup or not, in short, it is very light, and his every move is quite real to outsiders.

I didn't have time to think too much about it, and the jade comb began. Horizontal flute, blowing, one note after another was brought out by the slender jade fingers that seemed to be stained with batter, and scattered to the audience, so that they could indulge in the sea of music.

In the sound of the jade flute, the imagery is often rich. There are quiet forests, heavy snowfall, bright moons, and more chilling cold, jade and ice, like virgins, like gentlemen.

People can also hear the pond banyan tree from the sound of the flute, slowly faint and gentle, weak and silent, so that people unconsciously passed an afternoon.

And, of course, the lively street markets, dusty lofts and sights along the way. The middle-aged people who have experience and understanding love this kind of voice the most, bit by bit, it seems to be depicting their former selves.

A performance that attracted a lot of people.

Of course, these are not concentrated together, but each of them, and now, this is the sixth time that Yu Xiaocomb has taken the stage, from the door to the busy traffic, it is like a dream, psychedelic, fast and wonderful. Resonance is often the most moving.

Originally, there were many people who were looking forward to this sixth game. But when the show actually began, almost everyone was disappointed. The sound of the flute is low, without the agility of the past, like a different person appearing on the stage, telling his own story, although the face is still so pleasing, but it is disappointing after all.

Just like the beggars on the street who sell miserably, the people who pass by rarely pay. Most of the people under the seat walked in an instant, sighing that this jade flute comb Jiang Lang was exhausted.

Today's show was not a success, for Smoke Willow Lane; But at the end, the person who played the flute shed tears for the first time.

A quick song, like a phoenix flying into the sky, was given to the only remaining audience below; The jade flute comb glanced at the man deeply, bowed and withdrew, just like the phoenix's once entrenched sycamore, which has fallen its leaves today.

"Eh, who's this person?" The one left alone in the audience was gorgeously dressed, and at first glance he was extraordinary. Although Yu Xiaoshu forced more than half of it away with his "strength", a small half was actually invited out by this person.

At this time, the man summoned his attendant and asked him about the true identity of the jade flute comb, half-squinting his eyes, thinking carefully, just like the person who returned from riding a horse that day, under the gentleness, there was a hidden fierceness.

"Hui Gongzi, that person's name is Yu Xiaocomb, his ancestral home is unknown, and his identity and age are unknown."

"Oh-" The man raised a hand and rubbed his chin silently, looking backstage, his eyes could only be described in four words—meaningful.

"Remember to come over from time to time, maybe there will be surprises, let's go!" After speaking, the man left Smoke Willow Lane

Backstage, there was no sweat on the jade flute comb's forehead, but he was holding his chest, where there was a jade flute and a comb, shortness of breath, and tears.

Ten years, with a flick of the fingers, flies by in a flash. Jiyang City, spring in March, at this moment is the spring flowers, the scene is still beautiful, people live in harmony, and the market is happy.

In a small alley where people came and went, the old man knelt on the ground and kept asking passers-by for food, and he said, "All kind adults, okay!" He looked older, but there was no sadness on his face, and there was a child kneeling next to him, although the child was dressed in tatters, but his skin was very fair, his eyelashes were very long and beautiful, and a pair of big smart eyes blinked, looking at the pedestrians coming and going, and his mouth was very indifferent, full of simple taste, and his face was full of childishness, maybe he didn't know why he knelt here every day to ask for food.

At this time, a young man in a green robe walked with a goose feather fan in his hand, a sword on his back, and a green robe.

The old man hurriedly took the child and bowed to the man in Tsing Yi, "Thank you good people, thank you good people." The old man muttered.

The boy didn't speak, probably not very talkatively, and he kept staring at the man in green clothes with his bright little eyes, as if he had a strong interest.

The man in Tsing Yi also looked at the child with the same gaze with interest, a big eye and a small eye, and then he took the initiative to squat down.

A very strange sentence came out of his mouth, "At this moment, I come, Sanyo and I go, the pace is not fast, you need to follow, the wind and dust in the sea are separated, the medicine is gone, the dust and snow hide the turtle, I will take the first step." The young man smiled and struck the child three times on the head with a goose feather fan, laughed again, and walked into the crowd of people, and soon lost his way.

The child was still at a loss as before, but there was a different taste in the eyes of the old man beside him.

"Could it be that you have met a fairy?" He slowly held back a sentence.

At this time, the child seemed to have a spirit and was very interested, he turned his head and asked the old man: "Grandpa, is there really a god in this world?" ”12

The old man nodded, and shook his head, as if he didn't know it himself.

At this moment, a gang of robbers came up in the street, all dressed in tight black, and they rushed into the alley in a hurry, as if there was a terrible figure chasing them behind them.

"Big brother, that head catcher surnamed Huang has come to trouble us again." One of the bandits said as he ran quickly.

The leader snorted, full of anger, "His grandmother's, just because you grinded a few little things when you started, you didn't grab a penny of the labor and capital!" ”

Suddenly, the bandit's eyes lit up, and he shouted happily: "Boss, there is a man over there who wants to eat, and that bowl is full of money, do you want to rob it?" ”

The leader of the thugs made a gesture and waved, and the rest of the people nodded and exchanged glances.

"Okay, Xuesheng, it's time for us to close the stall and go to eat, my calves are numb!" The old man stood up slowly, knocked on his leg, a look of pain appeared on his face, he happily picked up the rice bowl and was about to take Xuesheng to buy delicious food, but at this time a dagger passed through his chest, he fell down on the spot, and the rice bowl was also snatched.

At this moment, Xue Sheng just nodded, just when he wanted to stand up one calf and was about to stand up the second calf.

Thick blood bloomed in his hair.

"Grandpa!" Xue Sheng shouted and fell to his knees on the bloodstained ground.

His eyes were hollow, it was the first time that his little heart had suffered such a big injury, and he watched his only relative being stabbed to death with knives by several bandits dressed in black.

"This doll is still young, I won't kill you today!" The horse-mouth bandit smacked his lips and took the money that the old man had worked hard to kneel down bit by bit, and quickly escaped from everyone's sight with the rest of the people.

The sky was overcast, the thunder began to roar, and little raindrops began to fall one after another.

The rain soaked Xuesheng's clothes.

"Snowborn... Xue Sheng..."The old man said in a weak voice, trembling.

Xue Sheng wiped his eyes, he touched the old man's head, and said softly, "Grandpa, I'm in... Xue was born in..."

"Xuesheng, don't feel sorry for grandpa, and don't avenge me... I'll tell you one thing, you have to know, you are a child I picked up in a market during the snow season ten years ago, because it is a snow day, I call you Xuesheng... Now, my life is short... Remember, if someone asks you your name in the future, you just have to tell him out loud that your name is great... Sword... Front... An amazing name! After the old man spat out the last word, he died with a smile on his face, his face full of anticipation, as if he felt that this life was worth living.

"Grandpa!" Xue Sheng cried loudly, his heart ached, it hurt completely, he kept asking in his heart, why, why did such a good grandfather leave him, why did he take away his only relative.

He finally buried his head in the old man's arms, as if feeling the last trace of warmth on his grandfather's body, fantasizing that his grandfather would get up again and smile at him.

It's a pity that the sky is not beautiful, the rain is getting denser and denser, Xuesheng did not wait for the awakening of his grandfather, and waited for the arrival of Huang Zhutou in Jiyang City.

Huang Zhutou took a few of them and hurried over, he sighed, and picked up Xue Sheng, who had empty eyes at this time, his eyes were full of fierceness and anger.

He ordered a few people to take the old man's body away, and left a few people to deal with the blood stains on the ground.

When taking Xue Sheng away, Huang Zhutou touched his smooth hair and said, "Child, listen to me, don't be sad or sad, all this will pass, believe me." ”

Xue Sheng didn't speak, and let out a quiet "um", but his eyes still looked very empty, he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask: Will my grandfather come back?

After taking two steps, "By the way, do you have a name?" If not, I can help you get one. Huang Zhutou asked with a slight heaviness, but he didn't know if it was appropriate.

At this time, Xuesheng's eyes lit up with a black glow, and because he was holding his head behind his back, he couldn't see it.

"I have, I'm called Li... Sword... Front! Although he made the voice of a ten-year-old child, he could realize that this sentence had a slight heroic boy momentum slowly rising into the sky!

The stars that are least lit in the night sky on weekdays are exceptionally bright and bright among the stars tonight.

The stars and spring water, in a hurry, after another three years, spring to autumn, Jiyang City is becoming less and less stable, faint and incompetent, chaotic ministers and thieves are in charge, and people with bad intentions are surging in from all directions, each taking their own thoughts.