There was a snowfall outside the city, and one person died. The man was dressed in an embroidered costume, and his crimson figure was dazzling in the snow. I leaned in to see that it was her. She was still as beautiful as she was when I first met her a few years ago. I love her singing Zhaojun, she was born with a good voice and good skin, which is very compatible with the role of Zhaojun, as if she is the Zhaojun who would rather be a broken jade than a complete tile in the lyrics.

The first time I saw her was in the palace, and the queen mother set up a stage and invited the team of Qingchun Garden to sing. At that time, she was not famous, but she was an apprentice of Qingchunyuan, and she learned to sing Zhaojun on stage when there was no one in the audience.

On that day, I went to the vicinity of the stage, and I heard a melodious and graceful female voice, so I stopped to admire it. She sang a song before Zhaojun entered the palace, and when it was Mao Yanshou's turn to sing the words, she sang with her voice suppressed, and I couldn't help laughing.

It is estimated that I laughed presumptuously, and she suddenly stopped singing and asked loudly, "Who?" ”

I reluctantly walked out from behind the stage and said to the people on the stage: "Villain Wu Tingbai, passing by here, I heard the little lady singing Zhaojun, so I stopped." ”

She didn't wear a costume or a head, she was dressed in plain clothes, her white little face was not powdered, delicate and elegant.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked me with a straight face.

I hurriedly explained: "The villain is abrupt, please forgive the lady." ”

Hearing this, she pursed her lips, put away the folding fan in her hand, walked around the circle with her hands behind her back and asked me, "What do you think of my singing?" ”

She suddenly asked, I was stunned, and the lyrics of Fang Cai's singing flashed in my mind, and I praised: "The lady sings well." ”

Unexpectedly, she didn't buy my account, raised her eyebrows, and said, "It's just perfunctory, don't listen." You just listened to me sing, and now I'll show you again, it's not too late for you to say more. ”

I have always been a supporter, so I obediently sat on the small bamboo bench under the stage. After the rain, the blue smoke-colored shirt was like a mist on her body, and I couldn't help but indulge in it between the gestures and gestures, and my body was more psychedelic than drinking several jars of wine. At some point, a figure stood in front of me. I opened my eyes in a daze and asked, "Concubine Ming?" ”

The figure turned to leave, and I tried to stop her, but she couldn't move. Gradually, she disappeared.

When I opened my eyes again, my ears were full of insects. I went out of the palace and returned home at night. I suddenly remembered the events of the day, that lady, the beautiful Zhaojun who was dressed in plain clothes and made the Han Emperor intoxicated. But after that day, no matter how long I stayed near the stage, I never saw her again. Until the stage was demolished, she did not appear again.

Later, I learned that Qingchun Garden was my grandfather's property, and my father took over the Qingchun Garden that the beauty of the family wanted to take. I would like to see her again.

At that time, Qingchun Garden was unattended, and everyone went their separate ways, leaving an empty shell. I stood in front of the huge stage, and the figure of Sing Zhaojun in my memory appeared on the stage again, still dressed in plain clothes and without fat powder. Light poured in from the small windows on all sides, and one by one it poured into clouds of smoke and poured on her. I wanted to go up and ask her, what her name was, but remember me.

A gust of wind blew, raising the dust on the stage, and the people on the stage were gone.

I came back to my senses, and for a moment I followed my inner scream, "Where are you going?" ”

It's an illusion. I smiled, my father scolded me, scolded me for not distinguishing between reality and fiction. "I'm not leaving." In the empty theater, a female voice floated from nowhere.

I looked around, and I saw that she was dressed in red, like the red plum of the wax moon, full of vitality. "You're not leaving." I muttered.

The day before yesterday, I was beaten by my father, so I went to Zuixian Lou to eat wine, went to the teahouse to hang out, and went to various Lingtai to listen to the play. I knew she wasn't gone, I ......