"Mother, where are you going?" Lin Qianxun, who said well, got up and was about to leave, and she was confused for a while, where did she offend her,

"Where is this convenient?" Lin Qianxun searched around, but did not find the toilet, and then turned his head and said.

Yue Liuyi's face turned red when he heard this, he looked at Lin Qianxun uncomfortably, and then pointed in a direction.

Lin Qianxun was in a hurry to go to the toilet at this time, and he didn't notice Yue Liu's expression at all.

Yue Liu watched Lin Qianxun go away, and then plunged into the kitchen to help Liu Xue cook.

The thatched toilet in ancient times was miserable, Lin Qianxun covered his nose, quickly went to the toilet, and then jumped out again.

I felt that if I stayed for a long time, I would smell all over my body, so I looked at it as I walked.

In March, the temperature gradually rises.

There is also a decades-old apricot tree in the yard of Liu Xue's house, with a thick trunk and lush branches.

She stood under the almond tree, letting the petals fall on her body, so that the indescribable smell could be washed away.

Peony felt that it was not interesting to sit here, and after talking to Lin Qianxun, she went out, not knowing where she went to play.

About half an hour later, the hot mandarin fish tofu soup was served with an egg and fried leeks and a pot of rice next to it.

Although it was a simple meal, Lin Qianxun felt that it looked good, and then drank a bowl of mandarin fish tofu soup and ate a small bowl of rice under the service of Yue Liu.

She didn't touch the leek eggs at all, she was afraid that after eating the leek eggs, her mouth would be full of the smell of stinky leeks, and she would go to Baoyue Tower to listen to the music later.

Sometimes those who talk to others are stinked to death by themselves.

After eating and drinking, wave goodbye.

Yue Liu insisted on sending Lin Qianxun, but there was no way, so he sent him to Baoyue Tower, and then entered the Mei Pavilion, and after finding some food, Yue Liu left.

On the stage, the body is still soft, and the slender horns are babbling and singing on it.

The people downstairs shouted from time to time.

Sometimes when the singing is good, there will be copper coins, and the silver stator is thrown on the stage in one go, and the sound of dong dong is particularly good.

At this time, the main person in charge of Baoyue Building came, the young man was still dressed in plain clothes, embroidered with beautiful apricot blossoms, and the little guy next to him closed the room for the two of them.

"I don't know if Madame is here today to listen to a song or watch a play?" The young boy smiled and spoke with humility.

"Naturally, I watched the play, but I didn't expect the son to have leisure and elegance today, and he went to Huguo Temple to ask for marriage that day, but there is still someone I like?" Lin Qianxun ate a little full, sat on the stool and twisted left and right, still feeling uncomfortable, and then got up and walked around the room.

"Don't hide what Madame said, no suitable candidate has been found, and the good man cannot be forced.

Since Madame wants to listen to the music, why don't you let me go down and dress up and sing the legend of the White Snake to Madame. The young boy glanced at it, and Lin Qianxun's gaze fell on her high bulging abdomen and smiled.

"If you don't listen to the legend of the White Snake today, I'll give you some songs, you go and sing it, if you think it's good, it will start tomorrow." Lin Qianxun felt that she was tired of listening to these dramas, and she wanted to hear about Dream of Red Mansions.

The young man was stunned for a moment, quickly took it, glanced down a few times, and at first looked calm, then cried with joy.

Lin Qianxun never thought that a man could cry so much that he could worry about it.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you cry when you look at it? Lin Qianxun spoke, handed over the handkerchief in his hand like this, who knew that the man took out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped it from the corner of his eye, and said a little embarrassed.

"It's to make Mrs. smile, we are servants, from the time we were born to step into this industry, we are already destined to be different from others.

Sometimes I will be said by others to be lowly, and I will be bullied by them, if you want to get their respect, in addition to the appearance of the opera, there is also a unique skill to take a shot.

The contemptible Sansheng was fortunate to meet his wife, otherwise, he would not have been able to get out in this life, I think this song is very sad and moving.

Since Madame gave me the song, I must sing it with all my heart and soul, and I will not disappoint Madame

At that time, we will still calculate according to the original contract, and after the singing, I will settle all the money for these few months to Madame. "Childe has a pair of red phoenix eyes, with tears in the corners of his eyes when he cries, once he laughs, the whole person seems to be alive, Lin Qianxun feels that all people are not comparable to his softness in this hardness.

"Go ahead, you have a good voice, I want to hear it, is it the feeling I heard it a few years ago?" Lin Qianxun retracted his gaze and sat down again, holding his chin with one hand and casually cocking the other hand on the table.

The young boy got the song, and then took the lotus step, and quickly went downstairs.

There was about a stick of incense, and the young man changed into a plain costume.

Holding a plain handkerchief in her hand and taking lotus steps, Tingting appeared on the stage in a curling manner.

"All the guest officers will bring you new songs from the contemptible people today, and they will also laugh and appreciate them to the guest officers." His voice was melodious, like that of a oriole on a branch.

If Lin Qianxun hadn't been familiar with her, he would have been deceived by him a long time ago.

The people in the audience looked like the head of the troupe, and they were all bright corners in Kyoto, which was difficult to appear on weekdays, but now he won applause as soon as he appeared.

The audience shouted and clapped their hands.

The man calmly shook the handkerchief from below, and the guests were quiet all of a sudden.

In the end, I didn't know where to take out the small flower hoe and cloth bag, and moved small steps back and forth on the stage.

I felt pity and tears fell, and then an ethereal and beautiful voice sounded in the silent space

Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow

Hand hoe the flowers out of the embroidery curtain, endure the falling flowers back and forth.

The willow silk elm pod is from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;

Taoli can be sent again next year, who will know in the boudoir next year?

The incense nest in March has been built, and the swallows between the beams are too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing;

When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once adrift.

Flowers are easy to see and difficult to find, and the front of the steps is sad to kill and bury the flowers,

Leaning on the flower hoe alone, tears are sprinkled, and blood marks are seen on the empty branches

The cuckoo was speechless at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door;

The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Blame the slave for hurting the gods? Half for the spring of pity and half of the annoyed spring.

The pity spring suddenly disappeared with annoyance, and then there was no word to hear.

Last night, the sad song outside the court was released, do you know that it is the soul of a flower and the soul of a bird?

The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird are always difficult to keep, and the bird is speechless and the flower is ashamed;

May Nong give birth to wings on this day and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky.

At the end of the day, where is the incense hill

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pinch of pure land.

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

Now that Nong is dead and buried, I don't know when Nong will be mourned?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age;

Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing!

This is Lin Qianxun's reunited tune, which is different from what she has heard before.

But his voice was so good, full of emotion and tears on his cheeks.

Coupled with his years of stage experience, he suddenly controlled the audience's voice.

The mournful voice flowed slowly around like air, and then Lin Qianxun saw through the window of the Mei Pavilion that some people were wiping their tears with handkerchiefs.

Lin Qianhiro's memory returned to the stage play.

Chen Li's voice is so good, it can arouse people's emotions at once, and it reminds her of the Dream of Red Mansions she has seen before.

It was produced in the 80s, and it was also the childhood of their generation of children.

A classic is always a classic, and he has an indelible impact force.

Lin Qianxun looked downstairs quietly, as if the talented Lin Daiyu appeared in front of him again.

In the season of apricot blossoms and light rain, feeling sad, her smile has long been engraved in her memory.

Okay, this young son, even performed this scene vividly, sure enough, he was born to eat this bowl of rice, no wonder many people in Beijing invited him to sing, and I heard that there are many widowed women who want him to be a husband.

He rejected them one by one.

He really belongs to the stage, and he can't be locked in a cage like a bird and lose his freedom.

Lin Qianxun gradually became obsessed, not to mention those who like to listen to opera.

It's a big and innovative makeover that refreshes the audience.

Thinking about this song of funeral flowers, it will be popular all over Dayu from now on.

Lin Qianxun felt that the classics need to be sung, and more people will remember the classics in their hearts.

Gradually, applause rang out downstairs, and I saw the young man standing on the stage and wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief.

"Okay." A tidal wave of sound poured in, like thunder and wrath.

Lin Qianxun hurriedly closed the window for fear of scaring the child.

In a noisy environment, children are easily frightened.

The performance was so successful that many of the guests refused to let the young man off the stage, so he babbled and sang it more than ten times.

By the time he and Lin Qianxun sat in the Mei Pavilion again, it was already half an hour later, and Lin Qianxun couldn't help but smile when he looked at his red eyes.

"I didn't expect you to play extraordinarily today, originally I really chose the right person, this funeral flower song is really suitable for you, I still have to remind you, after all, a play is a play, and you live in real life.

Don't bring it into your emotional life because of a corner, and when the time comes, you can't extricate yourself, that's my sin. Lin Qianxun hurriedly reminded.

Originally, people's emotions were easily contagious, and this young man was smart.