Xu Nianchun's face flushed, she hurriedly turned her face away, and said coquettishly: "You have a heart." ”

The people sitting on the second floor are all dignitaries, and maybe you can meet acquaintances, but between the pavilions, the front is covered with a veil, and you can only see the figure shaking, but you can't see its appearance.

Time passed little by little, the sun sank steadily into the mountains and forests, and even the last trace of afterglow dissipated in the sky, and the night slowly fell, Wen Xian'an supported his head with his right hand, half-squinting his eyes.

The tea on the table has bottomed out, but this opera has not started for a long time, Wen Xian'an feels a little tired, but this Xu Nianchun still has a full of energy.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The sound of gongs and drums completely woke up Wen Xian'an, and there was a warm fire around him, and through the gap, he saw a man walking around the platform with gongs and drums, and said in a strong voice: "Guests, please wait a moment, the show will come soon." ”

After saying this, he quietly retreated from the door of the backstage.

As soon as the bronze drum was struck like this, Wen Xian'an's drowsiness was indeed gone, so he could only sit on the chair and quietly look forward to the performance under the stage.

The curtain slowly opened, and with the sound of a lute, a woman walked out of the back door, with a thick blush on her face and a red mole at the corner of her eye, giving people a sense of charm, wearing a thin red shirt with tassels around her waist, embroidered flowers at the tips of her shoes, dotted with pearls, a heavy headdress on her head, and jade earrings in her ears.

I saw that she walked lightly, first probed around, looked frightened, then covered her face with her sleeves, walked around the platform, walked in a big circle, and finally fell to the ground, covering her face with her hands, as if crying.

The sound of the pipa is not as soft as it was at the beginning, it becomes sometimes impatient, sometimes soothing, and the woman's facial expression also learns to change the sound of the pipa, and the people below applaud one after another.

Wen Xian'an was not interested in this at that time, her eyes glanced in the direction of Xu Nianchun, and found that her eyes were bright, and she was looking at the stage fixedly, and she was fascinated.

Wen Xian'an knocked the melon seeds in his hand, and his eyes fluttered around.

The sound of the pipa stopped, and a man came out of the back door, eight feet tall, with his hair standing up by a jade crown, pinned tightly with only a hairpin, dressed in a black robe, like the woman, with a thick blush on his face, but not so thick, that he could vaguely distinguish his facial features.

The sound of the pipa sounded faintly, and a burst of drums and gongs that seemed to be there were attached to the sound of the pipa, and there was a sense of desolation, and the man on the stage made a grief-stricken expression.

In the middle of the sound, Yilian entered several roles, only to see the woman who fell to the ground, hiding her face, and sobbing: "You are a wife, abide by your duty, and now there is a family in trouble, and no one believes in you." ”

I saw that after the woman finished speaking, she babbled in her mouth, and actually sang a song, which was a song that Wen Xian'an had never heard, and she didn't know where she was singing, but she only knew that her voice was tactful and melodious, high-pitched, sometimes low and sometimes light, which made Wen Xian'an a little interested.

At the end of the song, everyone in the audience applauded, and Wen Xian'an couldn't help clapping his palms, his eyes full of joy.

This play is also coming to an end, and it is about this woman who was harassed by her in-laws, her husband did not believe it, and the woman was framed, so she died to prove her innocence.

In the last scene of Xie Qu, the woman draws her sword from the man's hand, puts it across her neck, and dies by herself, the box in the center of the bottom of the table opens, and white petals fall from the sky and fall on the dead woman.

The curtain closed slowly.

Wen Xian'an took a sip of tea, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that Xu Nianchun was also looking in her direction, the two looked at each other, Xu Nianchun looked at the stage, with an unfinished expression, half loud, and asked faintly: "What do you think of this play?" ”

Wen Xian'an, who was drinking tea, almost choked, it is no exaggeration to say that she only watched the beginning and end of this scene, as for the middle part of this scene, she was either dozing off, or on the way to dozing.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Wen Xian'an lowered his eyes and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" ”

Xu Nianchun glanced at Wen Xian'an lightly and responded: "I think it's good, at least this play is good." ”

After the play ended, Wen Xian'an and Xu Nianchun walked out of the restaurant, and the surrounding large and small shops were full of lanterns in front of them, and people came and went on the whole street, which seemed very warm.

Near the river, I actually saw someone selling river lanterns, and there were many ladies who were buying river lanterns, and in the murmuring river, the river lanterns floated to the middle along the current.

Wen Xian'an was interested, stared at the river lamp, and Xu Nianchun on the side naturally noticed it, pulled Wen Xian'an's sleeve, and walked towards the small vendor, and said: "If you like it, you can buy it, and it's not that you can't afford to pay that amount of silver." ”

Hearing Xu Nianchun's words, Wen Xian'an laughed softly, she didn't know whether she followed her father or her mother, she was very aggressive, like a man, according to Wen Xian'an, she must have been a boy in her last life, and she became a girl in the wrong birth in this life.

Walking to the front of the stall, Wen Xian'an took out a silver ingot from his arms, gave it to the boss, and said with a smile: "Boss, bring me two river lanterns." ”

Xu Nianchun on the side looked surprised, and asked in surprise: "If you want the two of you to do something, I don't like this thing, you can put it alone." ”

Wen Xian'an took the river lantern from the boss's hand, forcibly sent a river lantern and stuffed it into Xu Nianchun's hand, blinked mischievously, and said with a soft smile: "Just want to be fresh, you should accompany me." ”

couldn't resist Wen Xian'an, Xu Nianchun pursed his lips, and said with a righteous face: "Let's say it first, I don't like this thing, it's to accompany you." ”

Wen Xian'an sneered, pushed Xu Nianchun, nodded frequently, and said, "Yes, it is indeed with me." ”

Taking the pen from the boss's hand, Wen Xian'an stared at the paper a little worried, didn't know what to write, half ringed, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he wrote with a pen: I hope my father is safe, and I can also be a comfortable rice worm as I wish.

The written paper is folded and stuffed into the inner layer of the lantern, which is made of a special material and has a short storage period, which will melt in less than a day.

Holding his river lamp, he saw that Xu Nianchun was still writing something with his head down, approached Xu Nianchun lightly, and whispered: "What are you writing, so serious." ”

Xu Nianchun folded the paper, stuffed it into the river lamp, patted his chest, and said coquettishly: "Scare me." ”

Wen Xian'an smiled, stared at the river lantern in Xu Nianchun's hand, and quipped, "What is written in your paper, can you tell me?" ”