The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, but it is by no means the world before, dozens of meters apart in front of you, a green weeping willow, such as the water is quiet, the wind rises, a cloud falls, delicate and weak people are intoxicated.

It's just that I don't know how many years it has, but looking at the breadth of the roots, the trunk that needs to be hugged by five or seven people is hundreds of years.

It is very tall and very old, and the breeze is wanton, blowing ten thousand jasper silk silks, and also blowing snow and catkins all over the sky.

Su Qinghuang appeared here inexplicably, remembering a burst of white light, and when he became conscious, he was already here, tried several times, but couldn't find a way out.

If it comes, it will be safe, and Su Qinghuang is not in a hurry. Sitting on a soft floor, the grass is woven and stretched, no less than the softest brocade cushions.

The willow tree in front of you is leaning on the east wind, at first glance it is very real, the countless jasper-like slender willow leaves on the branches seem to be within reach, but if you really want to stretch out your hand, the ripples are flooded, and it is like a flower in the moon water in the mirror, which is out of reach, giving people the feeling that a grass and a tree here are always between illusion and reality.

At this time, the whole tree was completely bathed in a strange glow, and every branch and every fallen leaf was full of vitality and blue light, and then, a figure appeared suddenly.

That's right, with Su Qinghuang's eyesight, don't say that a big living person is an ant, and under all his efforts, he can't escape from the palm of his hand, but this person just appeared out of thin air, where did he come in, Su Qinghuang didn't notice it at all.

The man sat slowly under the twisted and intertwined tree roots, chattering and talking, while slowly carving the willow wood in his hand into an opera mask, it was strange to say, Su Qinghuang couldn't touch him, no matter how loud the voice greeted, it was a mud cow into the sea, and he couldn't get the slightest response, but the person said word by word, Su Qinghuang could hear it clearly, at this time, he completely became a spectator, and his eyes were like a movie curtain, deducing the joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys and sorrows that followed.

This person's name is Li Xiangjun.

Xiangjun, I have to say, the seven-foot man's body, called Xiangjun, is an easy name to be made fun of, but it is very suitable for the person in front of him.

The man is not very amazing, but he has a different temperament from his innate nature, at a glance, it makes people feel warm in their hearts, unconsciously bright and bright, this is really a man who makes people feel comfortable, presumably anyone will say so.

Ignoring gender, the word Xiangjun is on him, it is really a good name, flattering but not flattering, nothing more than that.

Because he was born in an opera family, his ancestors were born with a good voice for three generations, so Li Xiangjun also ate food in this industry, and the talent brought from his mother's womb and a spirit of not admitting defeat soon became a famous character not only in Qingjun, but also in half of Dongzhao.

"Xiangjun, Xiangjun, it would be nice if there was more manliness, but no one is perfect, if there are really too many, I am afraid that I will not be able to sing this water sleeve softly, and the Kun tone is graceful. As soon as the song ended, the foreman backstage said with a smile, packing up a costume for him.

Li Xiangjun smiled without saying a word, cleaned up the flour and hair oil, and did not go far, but went around from the backstage, came to the stage as a spectator, and sat in an inconspicuous corner, followed by the play "Man Jianghong".

Now the country of Dongzhao is scattered, the mountains and rivers are broken, not long ago, the war spread to Qingjun, and it was not easy to retreat from the offensive of North Vietnam, but the above group of officials seemed to be born with a bone, and they were pleading with the officials all day long to seek peace. Many years ago, he issued twelve gold medals in a row in one day, and executed General Yue, who had won successive battles and almost regained lost territory, on trumped-up charges. Although it was borrowed from the hand of the prime minister at that time, everyone knew in their hearts that it was the Son of Heaven behind the scenes who took General Yue's life.

As the saying goes, "The drama is ruthless." ”

But if you don't integrate joy, anger, sorrow and joy into the powder, you will sing through the old words, and it will be a dead song in the end, and you can't sing your own taste, so although Li Xiangjun does not claim to be an amorous person, but the hatred of the country and the family dare not forget each other, and the little savings saved by the corner for so many years have also been donated in previous years to add new winter clothes for the soldiers.

A listener complained to the people around him not far away: "Have you heard, Qingjun can't hold it, the North Vietnamese iron horse is forty miles outside the city, and the outside is surrounded by water, not to mention food, not even a bird can enter." Our county guard is also a, and we have been thinking about the surrender of Kaecheng in the morning, and the city has been broken. ”

"Hey, we are born in Qingjun's life, I just hope to save a life in the troubled times, as for who is above us, to be honest, who to be a slave is not a pawn, the master is replaced by North Vietnam, not necessarily he Dongzhao has a bad life. The person next to him was very excited, and his face turned red, because he had been imprisoned in his early years, and he complained about Qingjun and the entire Dongzhao.

"That is, the gang of rice buckets on the city wall, as soon as the horn of the North Vietnamese sounded, everyone was so scared that they peed their pants, where can they be considered men. ”

Li Xiangjun just listened quietly at first, but in the end, the man even had to open the door to meet the enemy, and he couldn't swallow this breath anymore, so he took the case and said: "As a citizen of Dongzhao, how can you say such spineless words, how can there be millions of people here who surrender without a fight, and let the barbarians in the north bully me and the county is empty." ”

"Yo, who should I be, it turned out to be your eldest son Li, why, with such a tone on stage, when you get to the stage, you have become a man who serves the country with enthusiasm. The man recognized Li Xiangjun and said sharply.

The person next to him also echoed: "That's it, a rabbit who mixes women on the stage, blind to a man's body given by his father, can also say the backbone, and don't go to pee to take care of himself, by the way, it's standing and sprinkling, haha." Speaking of this, the two couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter.

Li Xiangjun's white face was flushed, the two of them were born in the market, they were unscrupulous when they talked, and Li Xiangjun, who had a good family education, was their opponent, and in the end they didn't even watch the play, and went out angrily.

Afterward.

......

A month later, the city of Qingjun was broken, and there was no imaginary beacon fire in the sky, and the city was broken and people died. Qingjun County guards the city gate, but in exchange for most of the houses were looted, for three days, the entire Qingjun lost 10,000 houses, thousands of hectares of fertile land, once prosperous black eyebrows, ten miles of market, turned into a scorched earth.

North Vietnam is located in the remote bitter cold, has always been the people are fierce and rough, the water color of the south of the Yangtze River Su Bai tone has been admired for a long time, I heard that there is a famous character in Qingjun called Li Xiangjun, a good singing voice, specially appointed people to come, said that it is for the sergeants to sing a few songs, chat to cheer up, if you refuse to appreciate the light, then take his life, anyway, all hands stained with blood, not worse than him.

He agreed, and the news came out, instantly causing countless acquaintances or unknowers to scoff.

There are people who were reprimanded by Li Xiangjun that day, and at this time, they couldn't wait to jump out and say: "What kind of demeanor is the No. 1 horn in Qingjun in the past 50 years, in the end, he is not going to sing for the barbarians, but he is full of righteousness and awe-inspiring at the beginning, and his words are chiseled, and sure enough, the actor is born with soft bones, and he is not a man in this life." ”

On that day, Li Xiangjun, who was originally a Danjiao and only a little powder, wore a pair of bright red oil paint masks that had never been used in his life, and the foreman who had been cautious all his life trembled, for fear that something would happen, but fortunately, where did the northern barbarians understand the charm of this, and only felt that the red heavy color looked more festive, worthy of the scenery they entered the city, so they smiled and watched the play.

At the beginning of the scene, the idle people, including the foreman, all retreated.

This scene is an investment that Li Xiangjun has never had in this life, with a smile and a smile, and he should be happy and angry.

The singing on the stage is that I don't know what to do, and I go deep, and the jackals, tigers and leopards are sitting in the audience, and the evil ghosts are in charge, and they are eager with gongs and drums. The singing voice became more and more sad and angry, and he was able to sing all kinds of human suffering, family hatred and national hatred with his own strength, and even the jackals in the audience were stunned.

Sing a song of joy and sorrow, sigh love and hatred, and wait for the play to be divided into two halves.

A drama is about to end, Li Xiangjun on the stage danced with his sleeves, drank a cup of sake, and his throat was full of sorrow, which brought the atmosphere of the people below to the climax.

"Good. The wolves, whose hands were stained with blood, cheered one after another.

Li Xiangjun laughed heartily, messed up the play, but it was hearty and hearty that he had never had in his life, he had no regrets in this life, he threw the cup as a trumpet and shouted,

"Hands-on. ”

The North Vietnamese sergeants tried to escape, but found that the gate had been tightly blocked, and the outside was full of fire oil, and everyone was trapped in it, and there was no chance of survival.

The drama on the stage is still singing, "I have seen the warbler crying in the Jinling Jade Palace, the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion blooming early, this moss and green tile pile, I have slept in the wind and sleep, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years to the ......." ”

"I dare not forget my country, even if no one knows me. ”

The fire rose to the sky, and the ghosts in the house cried wolves howled, noisy and cut, but Li Xiangjun and the gong and drum servants standing on the side still chanted and sang, tears and shadows caressed Fandel, and orchid fingers were slowly wiped, as before.

"This mountain and river will be restored one day, but unfortunately there will be no self at that time. Li Xiangjun laughed on the stage.

In the raging firelight, he seemed to see the master who taught drama back then.

"Xiangjun, remember, our play, there will always be a scene, from the moment you step on stage, what you sing is, and the song is over. ”

"Master, in this scene, Xiangjun sings well, it's good. Li Xiangjun burst into tears, muttered to herself, and smiled with the little girl who had served her for more than 20 years.

In the end, hundreds of corpses were black-scorched, and even they couldn't tell who they were, so they could only be hastily buried overnight, but fortunately, everyone in the theater arranged a retreat in advance and was able to get out, and then set up a tomb for their master and servant.

On that day, the old theater in Wumei County, Qingjun County, which had been beautiful for decades, came to an end.

"Have you heard, our Qingjun is dead. ”

"You know, Li Gongzi sang a good Kunqu opera. ”

"Then how did he die. ”

The splash who had laughed at Li Xiangjun had tears slightly, held his head high, and said in admiration: "He, once he was a real man." ”

That night, the moonlight was shining, and a lonely soul, with the complete willow red mask, came to the willow tree, and there was nothing else, but the mask was gently placed on the root of the tree, half leaning on the branch, silent. When the day dawns, the morning light shines, crossing the heaven and the earth, like a step. The old willow seemed to stretch out all the branches and leaves to cover him, but finally there was still spring light falling, shining on Li Xiangjun's body, and then, his body gradually became transparent, turned into blue gray and white bones, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

After another hundred years, one day, the old willow has smoke spreading, which is a very unusual signal, one day thunderstorms, thunder on the clouds fall on it, after three times and not lose vitality, but more luxuriant. The rain gradually stopped, and then a white light fell from above like catkins, covering one of the grounds, and then it was absorbed by the roots of the trees again, like a cloud of mist.

Spit and swallow, until the fog cleared and the old tree disappeared, a green-shirted figure appeared in place, bending down to pick up the mask. It is also strange to say, it is clearly a hundred years old, it should have been mottled and rotten under the erosion of wind and rain, but it has lasted for a long time, and it is not half dilapidated, the figure wears a mask on his face, and a person drinks morning dew in the mountains and forests, watches the smoke and dust at night, avoids people, and does not cultivate.

But just by virtue of its own natural growth, it is also about to break through to the Qi Yuan realm, and slowly, it no longer avoids people, if anyone is willing to listen to its songs, it invites them to sit in the audience, and finally indulges in it, changing batch after batch.

Su Qinghuang slowly got up from the seat, feeling that the curtain was about to stop, because he saw it, himself.