Acquaintance between the smoke and rain, the veins and the two loves

The broken bridge is still in the clouds

He squatted beside me with his head in his hands, softly singing the new song I had made, and then recorded it word by word according to the tune:

I'm alone with you on the horizon

Look back at the boy under the umbrella

No one remembers that time

The grief was long and the sorrow was consumed

If you don't forget it, you can be considered strong

I want to keep this time

There is no hope. There was no disappointment

Waiting for a desolation

The song "Broken Bridge and Leaving Love" that was circulated in later generations can be regarded as the soundtrack of the classic play "White Snake Repaying Kindness" that I helped circulate locally.

Needless to say, this is another benefit left by the predecessor of the time-traveler, so even if the lyrics seem straightforward, it doesn't matter much, and then find another time and space, the so-called Qingci white singing has been popular as a part of popular culture for many years.

It's just that after singing this song, the eyes of the head and squatting are a little blurry, and they are obviously attracted by the lyrics and songs.

My new identity now is a doorman, or Qingke, who relies on the daily savings for the main family to help the idle and mixed food.

Recalling the scene of the original worship, it was in a place called Banmei Yuan, and the local economic envoy Xin Zhou was a middle-aged man with beautiful hair.

When the group visited, although the other party did not smile, but there is an illusion that people are like a spring breeze, compared with those guards in the north who are weathered and vicissitudes, she is based on the strategy of guarding the south of the Yangtze River, and she is free of a kind of elegant taste, which makes the first impression very good.

Although he and I have spoken directly about it in just a few words.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt to be a person from Nantou......"

"The hall treats them preferentially, and they will return to their hearts......

"This kind of self-confidence and tolerance, this government still has ......"

Well, I've figured out that I've gotten rid of what I already know in Bofu or something.

"In the following, what I have learned is quite miscellaneous, but I can't talk about what I am good at......"

"The only thing I am good at is to fill in the lyrics and sing songs, and I am satisfied if I travel the world to see the famous places and write a chronicle that will be handed down to the world."

At this moment, I seemed to be possessed by Xu Xiake, and there was a look of fascination in my eyes.

"Everything else is just a hobby...... So"

I bow my hand sincerely

"I really don't deserve to be treated so favorably by Ming Gong"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people around me suddenly became a little weird and ridiculous, but I don't know if I am ridiculous or they are ridiculous. Even any scriptor couldn't help but lose his voice for a moment, and then continued to talk about him as usual.

And then anyway, I still became a doorman in this half-plum garden, of course, only temporarily, and I still didn't want to leave here all the time.

Although this other party seems to have a good attitude, and Jiangning is also very suitable for human habitation, but after all, I have my own foundation in the south, not to mention that one day if the Tianxia sea fishing order from Luodu spreads here, my situation will become even more dangerous.

Although it is said that most of the feudal princes in Jiangnan are no longer very obedient to the orders of Luodu, and sometimes they don't even bother to do face-saving work, but the rumors that circulate in private, the so-called possession of Liang Gong's treasure are enough to make me die several times without a place to be buried.

You can't put your own safety on the temporary goodwill and moral bottom line of others, and if you really don't care about this thing, it is estimated that it is only on the side of the Southern Dynasty.

According to the plan I re-conceived, I can only show some small talents in my daily life, and then let the other party a little disappointed, and without letting go of Corporal Lixian's face, gradually relax our vigilance and attention, and then it is time for us to look for an opportunity to leave.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise outside the door, and I frowned a little dissatisfied, but I saw some people coming in, pulling me up and leaving, but they were all other doormen I had just met.

"Virtuous...... Why are you still here?"

"Come with me......"

"Go Together"

"Go Together"

Others shouted

I was coerced by them, and I came to a shore of Mochou Lake involuntarily, and in the water surrounded by several wharves and long roads, there were many fewer flower boats, but there seemed to be more spectators on the shore, and even a long platform was built for identity spectators.

And on the slipway in the water made of several large ships, it is already a magnificent scene with makeup and color, and the aftermath of the previous song is lingering.

A woman in full costume standing on Taichung can be described as having a thin neck and a straight waist, delicate complexion, eyebrows like willow leaves, waving her sleeves and dancing, singing:

Yingjun temporarily came to Stone City, and the garden was from the gate of the remnant building.

Drunk landscape and then intoxicating, accompany you to dream of three watches.

The old past flows eastward, and the moon shines on the first few rounds of the bridge.

After you go, you asked, knotted the reeds and played the flute to the morning.

And then a bunch of harmonies:

The first spring outside Stone Town

Then he came to the lake at night and asked each other

Cheung Chau Court is green to Homen

That cloud building is the grandson of the king

Six dynasties Bitai scattered dust

The remaining nine-fold gate is cold for eternity

Once a landscape and a courtier

A garden, a sound

Then she sang:

The breeze in the garden blows away the thin fat powder

Quxi mountain house, the He family hates

The art garden smells the medicinal fragrance and pours a cup of self-intoxication

Danbi has a collection of 230,000 books, read and repay the grace of the king

Harmony:

The sky is clear and the shadows are flying

Xingfen will ride the wind

The waves and the moon are seen by the public

The poem laughed at the fisherman

Lan Xue Meilin is in the painting

The clouds are connected to the dragon

Listen to the rain and the wind coming from all directions

The same with who sits

Sing again:

The cold mountains are far away, and the wild snow is not left behind

If you ask where to go, the river lantern shines on the bridge

The mountain pond is ten miles beautiful, and the rainy season is dividing the dragon

The reeds are cherished, and the two places are not sent

Harmony:

The stage is still a beautiful woman

But it has become the grave of the earth

Dreamy garden happy encounter

I'm afraid it's a dream

Bing Candle chats about old things

Say goodbye again and say two or three words

I don't see the prince, I only see the king

Stone Town for the coming year

After singing a song, the light sound was lingering, but it was quiet, and then like a rolling tide, there was a wave of applause among the officials and people by the water. Even I was a little stunned when I heard it, and the mood that had been sung in a male voice was spurted, and after being reinterpreted in a female voice, there was a lingering ups and downs that left my heart.

Originally, it was the "Gusu City" of the famous city dialect series that circulated on the Internet in later generations, and I changed it to "Stone Town", according to the largest and most exquisite poster of a certain family, let people vote out, but I didn't expect that it could be at the painting boat meeting, enter the top three, although it is a pity to lose the first two songs, it can be regarded as the dark horse of the eleventh chapter......

"Brother Youde, now he is famous, who doesn't know ......"

"It is estimated that the courtyards of various flower shops and the prayers for words and songs will come one after another......"

Familiar or unfamiliar faces came over to congratulate like running water lanterns. It seems that the "Lin Youde" on the Jinglu Mansion has suddenly become a local celebrity. This made me cry and laugh, and I was a little annoyed, which is not an unintentional planting of willows.

I wanted to find a reason to inject wind and other reasons afterwards, and the feeding machine slipped away, but this result obviously greatly created the difficulty and risk for me to get out, after all, the result of being famous is equivalent to tying me here in disguise

According to my original assumption, the foundation of existence in this chaotic era is strength, and the way of art and literature such as wind and snow is just an embellishment, which is enough to make those people despise my role and value, so they relax their attention and precautions.

Then I can go out and do some preparation in the name of creation, or explore the terrain in the name of collecting wind. Now it's time to go.

Compared with

I received a large amount of money as a thank you gift, as well as the hospitality promise of several well-known flower shops, such as I can come to the door at any time and talk to the other party's red card cleaners about life and ideals, hobbies, and even the mysteries of human physiology, or simply stay overnight and create in the other party's boudoir all night without returning, which seems a little insignificant.

No matter what I think,

In the midst of the tumult, the dressed woman who sang the song also came up to thank you, and I looked at it, and it was actually Su Su who had accompanied her. Then a crowd of people made a fuss

The reason for the noisy celebration went directly to the specially provided painting boat.

Su Su was also half-pushed and half-rejected to press to my side, and then began to persuade all kinds of wine, and then this meal of wine was really dark, and he drank directly from noon to evening, and then Han Liangchen brought some people over,

He also announced a certain good news from afar, it is said that the Jiangning army has been on the festival this time, suddenly attacked Bowang Mountain by land and water, and defeated the Xuanzhou Observation Mission of Jiangxi Province in Gushushui, commanded 30,000 soldiers and horses, ten did not return one, took advantage of the victory to pursue a drum of energy, even captured Dangtu, Wuhu and other important towns along the river, and then entered Danyang Lake, the army came to Xuanzhou City, and soon returned with full captives.

With this reason for the victory, more people joined in, and then drank from evening to night, so I had to get drunk and lie down.

When I woke up again, it was a dead night, only the sound of the murmuring of the water and the slight shaking of the cabin, and the numbness and thirst of the mouth, which made me desperate to drink water, but the hangover was so lightheadedness that I couldn't get up for a while......

Until the lights were lit, a soft body supported me, and brought a porcelain cup to my mouth, which was sweet honey water, which made me recover a little mental strength, and I couldn't help but say thank you, but I saw Su Su's pretty face.

Looking at the surrounding furnishings, I was obviously lying in her room, and even the bedding was hung with incense.

"Please send me back to Banmei Garden......

Looking at her expression of expectation, wanting to say something, I still said that sentence

"No......"

She lowered her head slightly, but still called the boatman, and sent me to the boat on the way back, and never said a word from beginning to end, but I rowed for a long time, and occasionally looked back, and found that the figure under the moonlight was still standing on the bow of the boat.

Because of the Flower Boat Festival, the curfew seems to have been lifted in the city, so from time to time you can still see strings of flickering lights on the waterfront along the circuit, passing through the streets and alleys, or passing by the night boat in the waterway, which is the family of the people who are looking for fun all night, or continue to rush to the next feast.

Not long after, the waterfront pier dedicated to Banmei Yuan appeared in front of me, but I had a strange sense of disobedience, and I only remembered when I stepped on the wet stone steps that the servants who were supposed to be here, greeting or waiting, were gone.

I could only walk slowly along the familiar shaded path with a lantern on my own, and the sparse moonlight blocked by the trees, falling on the pebble path dottedly, made people feel a sense of tranquility.

Then I smelled something strange in the wind, and then I could tell that it was a faint smell of blood, and my heart beat violently, and I exhaled to blow out the lantern, so that my eyes could adjust to the darkness again, and then I lightened my steps, and then continued on the road under the cover of the sparse shadows.

Then I saw a gruesome scene behind the tree, more than twenty corpses piled up on the slope by the side of the road, all of them covered in blood and scars, with angry eyes or distorted expressions, as if they had been killed one by one by some kind of surprise attack and resistance.

Seeing that their clothes were a little familiar, I immediately remembered that they seemed to be a group of people who were following Han Liangchen and often went in and out of Banmei Garden, but they were all attacked and killed and abandoned here.

Am I possessed by a pseudo-Zhengtai Wannian elementary school student, or a ponytail secondary school student?