The Mid-Autumn Festival is clear, and the shrimp is under the mausoleum, and the dew is white.

It has been half a year since my father married his aunt, but he didn't know that his aunt couldn't have children before marriage, and now, he has gradually changed from a loving couple to a pillow guest.

One day, my aunt took my father's out, took my arm, and sent me all the way to Pingkangfang, I couldn't see my aunt's expression, until the bustard came out, she hung up that charming smiling face, and bargained with the bustard.

She pulled me to the mouth of the alley, "The family can't support you, so I can only keep your brother as a boy. Don't blame your aunt. After saying that, he hurriedly disappeared in the alley without looking back.

The poor couple life in the past half a year has also made my aunt a little haggard, but fortunately, she is very tolerant of her father, maybe she also wants to live a good life with her father. Anyway, it was the last time I saw her.

That night, the bustard was smoking a pipe and staring at me with her heavily smeared eyes, "What's the difference between a prostitute and a chicken?" ”

I didn't dare to speak.

"Prostitutes have hands, mouths and faces, and chickens can only be eaten. What kind of prostitute you want to be is in your own hands, and if you want to be comfortable, there is no door. ”

"Yes," I replied in a faint voice. I know that in this delicate beauty, prostitutes also have a class network that belongs to prostitutes, and they always have to fight for themselves.

But, alas, I'm a stupid mess.

Ming'er is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I have been in Pingkang for a year, but the qualifications for singing and dancing are countdown, the day after tomorrow I will be 12 years old, if it is still like this, I dare not think about what will be waiting for me.

At dusk, Sister Xiaoying asked me to go to the backyard to carry water, perhaps because I was disappointed in me, so I started to work as a coolie.

I picked up two loads of water, but unexpectedly, the soles of my feet slipped and I stumbled.

"It's okay", a nice male voice came from the courtyard, with the majesty and gentleness unique to mature men.

I looked up and saw a tall man with a bookish spirit, his eyebrows and eyes as deep and beautiful as the stars and moon, and he walked towards me, and his demeanor was a little more gentle.

"If you are bleeding, you have to take some medicine to avoid scars." He said as he gently lifted my arm.

"Yes", I didn't know how to respond.

"You're a singer here, what a coincidence, I'm going to teach you for a while." He smiled.

I unconsciously raised my head to look at him, and the world was instantly quiet in the hazy light. I can see him often, and I feel happy in my heart.

The next day, as a teacher, he quickly discovered my stupidity.

In the evening, after school, he left me behind. He carefully closed the doors and windows, and wiped his expensive lute.

It had already been rumored during the day how powerful he was, and I should be angry at a stupid person like me who had no talent. It's strange not to be angry!

"Sit". He said crisply.

"Once upon a time, I played the pipa for a big man, without a plectrum, with only five fingers, and played a song "Fire Phoenix", and since then, I have become famous." He shook his head and chuckled.

"Everything in the world is love, you know? Treat the pipa as life, and feel its temperature with your fingertips......" He closed his eyes, and a song "Fire Phoenix" was circling the beam, and I truly experienced the charm of music for the first time.

"Would you like to be an infatuated lover?" When he said that, he threw up his sleeves and left.

He doesn't want an answer, he teaches me, and he knows the answer.

In the year that followed, I devoted all my energy to understanding the art of playing the pipa, and I also played it with only five fingers, until my fingers bled and suppurated, but I did not feel grief.

It's still the Mid-Autumn Festival, Pingkangfang is preparing a banquet for the prince, and the pipa singer has also become the object in the eyes of many autumn girls, I understand, the old bustard faction will choose Sister Xiaoying, and he, maybe he will choose me or not.

In the end, Sister Xiaoying was chosen to be the pipa singer.

"Do you think you can do it?" He asked.

"I can do it, and the tears left by my blood will not fail me, but I don't seek fame and fortune, and I only live with the pipa all my life, and it is enough to live without it."

"Oh, I don't have to live, I think I said that when I was younger." He looked at me, "In the evening, after they finish, you can come on the stage, the prince will not ask if there is you in the show, remember, you must please the prince - play "Fire Phoenix", the prince will like it." ”

In the evening, as he said, in the surprise of many people, I climbed the hundred-foot Yaotai alone, and danced solo in "Fire Phoenix".

At the end of the curtain, the prince looked at me slowly, "reward", with this loud recognition, the people around the prince also cheered for me. After that, Lao Bustard and Qiu Niang also made expressions of admiration.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, I was thirteen years old.

Thirteen learned the pipa, the first part of the number of teaching workshops.

Just because of him.

Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played.

He had left, perhaps to travel the world, or perhaps to find a petty official position somewhere, and since then I have never heard any rumors about him.

Later, I learned that the big man he played "Fire Phoenix" was the emperor.

The prince on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was only a name for the emperor's private visit to the world.

He taught me all his life.

When I first saw him that day, I didn't cherish the "whether or not I was sick" that was so gentle and remembered by me over and over again in his days.

The so-called love for someone, the so-called amazing, is this exactly the case?

Maybe I still don't know what love is, but he is the only one who can't forget it. He is the only one who treats me so gently and stupidly like this.

Time urges people to grow old, the younger brother goes to the army and the aunt dies, and the eldest marries a businesswoman.

One day, I saw a boatload of parades passing through here, and on a whim, he confessed what he had met in his life.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed of a young man, and my dreams were dry with tears.

Childe's broken thoughts: The mountains and seas are difficult to peace. It's not a great honor to meet you.