Fireworks in March, Qinhuai River, a painting boat along the river surface cut the water, the turquoise river surface ripples faintly, the speed of the painting boat is not fast, the direction of navigation from west to east, is to look at the Jinling city and go.

At this time, on both sides of the Qinhuai River, from the ferry to the street, carved beams and painted buildings, row upon row, the catkins along the river are floating, the beauty is overwhelming, the pavilions and water pavilions are placed, there are young men and girls who look at the scenery by the railing, they occasionally have a few words of Wu Nong's soft words, Qingqing I and I, the posture is charming.

Suddenly, there was a slow sound of flute in the painting boat, which attracted the boys and girls in the railing to stop and look sideways, and listen carefully, the sound of the flute was melancholy and sad.

After the sound of the flute, there was a slow singing, the song melody was euphemistic, low and melancholy, like a complaint, as if there was an endless sadness, singing Ouyang Wenzhonggong's "Sheng Chazi", the words said:

In January last year, the flower market was lit up like daylight.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

In January this year, the flowers and lanterns are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and I was full of tears.

At the end of the song, the young female singer with a white veil sitting on the bow of the boat sighed softly, gently lowered the jade flute to her knees, and looked curiously at the crowd of onlookers on both sides of the riverbank.

At this time, the young boys and girls who were watching applauded, and she sang again, but she ignored it, propped up her chin with one hand, and frowned lightly, as if she was thinking about something.

"Sister Qingzhu!" A pretty girl with a double bun walked down from the cabin on the second floor of the painting boat, and called to her crisply: "Has the master of the horse woken up?"

Qingzhu responded: "I don't know, probably not awake yet." Let's go into the cabin and take a look. ”

"Hmm. I'll take a look. The pretty girl with her double bun tapped her head and said, walking to the room in the cabin on the first floor of the painting boat, and continued to mumble: "Sister Qingzhu, don't blame Xiaoman for talking too much...... Do you think the horse's brain is broken? It's so good, what kind of river to jump into! Fortunately, Sister Youjian had good water qualities and fished him out of the river, otherwise wouldn't he have fed the big fish of the Yangtze River? …… Sister Qingzhu, don't you think our horse master looks a little stupid? ”

"Xiaoman, you can chew the root of your tongue again, be careful that the princess hears it." Qingzhu said slightly.

"Got it!" The pretty girl who called herself "Xiaoman" stuck out her tongue at Qingzhu, stopped being verbose, and entered the cabin.

In less than a moment, a crisp shout came from the cabin: "It's not good, it's not good, it's not good!" ”

Hearing the shout, Qingzhu put the jade flute on his waist, stood up, walked quickly to the cabin, and asked Jiao Sheng: "Xiaoman, what's the matter?" ”

Through the door of the room, Xiao Man shouted, "Sister Qingzhu! Come in and see! ”

Qingzhu's heart sank, but there was a colt lying in this room, and there wouldn't be anything wrong with the pony, right? The colt won't be ...... She didn't dare to think about it.

Pushing open the door, there was a young man lying on the bed in the room. It's just that this young man is really strange at the moment.

"Sister Qingzhu, look at ......"

The man woke up, but his eyes were glazed and blank, he looked at her like a fool, then at Xiaoman, and then said three words that made her laugh.

"Who are you?"

"Where am I?"

"What's wrong with me?"

…

Song Ting later regretted that he was able to do so in front of beautiful women.

If he hadn't been able to do it in front of beautiful women, he wouldn't have jumped into the Yangtze River because of bungee jumping......

As a dignified champion of liberal arts in the Jiangnan Provincial College Entrance Examination, a prospective graduate of North S University, he fell into the river because of bungee jumping.

If you want to complain about the academy, you don't organize any spring outing, or it is not jointly organized with the film academy, think about what kind of place the film academy is...... That's a place full of beautiful women!

A province in the southwest, a city, a plank road.

A very beautiful female art student offered to test Song Ting's courage to see if he dared to bungee jump on the Yangtze River, and if he did, she agreed to date him.

When Song Ting heard this, he was actually not very excited, but he didn't want to lose face in front of the goddess, so he "reluctantly" agreed.

This jump, it's good, I jumped myself......

The water of the Yangtze River in March was still cold and biting, Song Ting couldn't swim, he struggled in the water for a while, his breathing gradually couldn't keep up, his consciousness slowly dissipated, and finally fainted to death in the water.

When he woke up again, in the face of everything unfamiliar in front of him, he subconsciously asked those three questions-

"Who are you?"

"Where am I?"

"What's wrong with me?"

A pretty girl with a double bun on her head kept shaking her right hand in front of his eyes, her little hand was as white as a shallot, and a small silver bell was swaying in her hand, making a tinkling sound.

The girl's watery eyes widened, looking up and down at Song Ting like a rare treasure.

"What's wrong with me?" Song Ting subconsciously wiped his face with his hand and asked, "Is there anything on your face?"

"It's not." The girl said.

"What's going on?"

The girl did not answer him again, but asked rhetorically: "Master Pony, do you really not know who I am?" ”

"Master Pony?" Song Ting muttered these three words in his heart, feeling strange in his heart, "When did I become a colt?" Don't...... Crossed? ”

For this kind of conjecture, Song Ting himself thinks it's funny, crossing this kind of thing, probably only appears in film and television dramas, right? Then there is only one possibility left: filming costume dramas.

The girl pointed to a woman with a white veil next to her and asked, "Do you recognize her?" ”

Song Ting raised his head and carefully looked at the woman covered with a white veil, she was slender, graceful, dressed in white, with light sideburns and clouds, although the veil covered her appearance, but she should also look like a beauty. The only fly in the ointment is that the depths of her dark eyes seem to be a little gloomy.

"I don't recognize it." Song Ting shook his head.

When the girl with two buns heard this, she wrote her shock all over her little face, and soon layers of dark clouds appeared on her face, her eyes were instantly ruddy, and she cried unconsciously: "Your Royal Highness the Princess! Why did His Highness put such a gentleman on the table. The horse is ...... He's got a broken brain...... The horse is ...... He was stupid. ”

Song Ting was dumbfounded, this acting skill is too exaggerated!

"I want to ask you two, did you save me?" Song Ting guessed that he was "arranged" to act. But I still have some doubts in my heart and want to ask clearly.

"Yes!" The two daughters said in unison, but they didn't know what kind of reputation this horse master was doing......

Song Ting clapped his hands and smiled, "That's right!" I jumped into the river, and you art students at the film school rescued me. When I'm out of danger and about to wake up, you'll take me to the film and television base. I know it's going to be a costume drama right now, right? But why don't you show me the script? How else can I act? ”

The second girl's face was full of surprise, and at the same time said, "Who is acting with you?" ”

Among them, the girl with a double bun, her eyes were moist, she looked at the woman wearing the veil, and cried: "Sister Qingzhu! You see, the master of the horse is talking crazy, isn't he evil? What should we do? ”

Qingzhu was also shocked, but she was not as flustered as Xiaoman, she said quite calmly: "Xiaoman, you go and tell the truth to the princess first, I will watch the horse here, lest he find a short-sighted ...... again."

Xiaoman went out, obviously listening to Qingzhu's sentence of "looking for a short view", so he closed the door very uneasily.

The room was suddenly a lot quieter, and Song Ting finally noticed something unusual.

If you want to say that this is acting, but the cameraman, director, assistant director, scene reporter, makeup artist, assistant...... Where are these staff? Where is the camera? There's nothing in this house!

Don't...... Really not acting?

Song Ting had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He set his eyes on Qingzhu and asked the three questions again. But this time, the first question changed from "who are you" to "who am I", so the three questions became one

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What's wrong with me?"

Well, it's philosophical.

Qingzhu sighed euphemistically, the jade flute was in his hand, and he looked at Song Ting's eyes, showing pity slightly.

The so-called judging the situation and observing words and feelings, Song Ting can be regarded as understanding, don't plan to ask anything from the mouth of the woman here, the answer has to be found by himself.

Song Ting looked at the clothes he was wearing, as the champion of liberal arts, he could still see at a glance that this was an ancient dress, with the right collar and the upper and lower clothes, which was the common sense of Hanfu.

He casually picked up a bronze mirror with a wooden handle on the bedside table and took a photo. Sure enough, the man in the mirror was no longer himself. The person in the mirror hangs his head, the text is weak, thin as skin and bones, the bookish atmosphere is very heavy, and he looks weak.

Facing the bronze mirror, Song Ting subconsciously smiled, this smile almost shocked him to drop the bronze mirror!

Why is it that laughing is worse than crying!?

Song Ting felt that this expression was probably not good, so he changed his expression and replaced it with "Song's signature squinting and winking", and couldn't help but be amused by himself, this expression is right!

Qingzhu on the side looked at him in the mirror, laughing and crying for a while, and the pity for him in his eyes increased a little, and he sighed lightly, "Hey......".

Watching Song Ting get out of bed and walk towards the door of the room, she didn't really panic until she was about to open the door.

The moment Song Ting opened the door, Qingzhu hurriedly rushed up and stopped: "Master Horse!" You can't go out! ”

Song Ting was shocked and suspicious, but he ignored Qingzhu, opened the door and stepped out of the door......

Qingzhu was too late to stop it, and in a hurry, he fell to the ground, hugged Song Ting's other leg, and said in a sad tone: "Master Horse!" You can't look for short-sightedness anymore......"

When Song Ting heard Qingzhu's words, there was a slight warmth in her heart, and she said in her heart that she stopped me from going out, thinking that I was looking for a short time......

But before he could be moved, her next sentence made him embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter if you're dead, but what about the princess's reputation? If you die, the princess will be laughed at by the whole world! If you want to marry the princess, you are already wronged enough. If you throw yourself into the river and die, won't the princess be infamous through the ages, saying that you were forced to die by the princess......"

Song Ting's mind boomed, only the sentence "It doesn't matter if you die", as for what she said later, it was completely covered up by this sentence, and she couldn't hear it clearly.

Coming back to his senses, Song Ting couldn't help but roll his eyes, it's too miserable to be a colt and get mixed up with this, right?

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