"At the beginning of that day, the sound of babbling lingered on the singing stage, accompanied by the collision of the tea lid and the porcelain bowl, and the scene came to an end."

An Yu did not look at Zhao Xueji, but looked into the distance, his eyes were empty, as if he was recalling something from the past.

"When the war was raging, few people were willing to come to the troupe, although it was already peaceful for a long time, but because the remnants of the previous dynasty were making trouble outside the city, everyone was panicked, for fear that the city gate would be pried open like ten years ago, and the people of the city would have to be left behind by those officers and soldiers to flee."

Her voice sounded very comfortable, and it dragged on a long pitch like an old man, and it was easy for people to follow her voice into her story.

"But people always have to eat, they don't have much ability to sing, but they are born in a small place, and one pillar has to carry the vitality of the whole group, so they can only keep singing, keep singing, with a hoarse voice, crying blood with a voice that tears their throats."

"Fortunately, there is such a kind person."

An Yu smiled a little at the right time: "A kind person who is willing to wrap up the theater." ”

"Actually, the entrance fee of the opera troupe is already very low, and no one listens to it, counting the cost, it is almost a bag of broken rice that can be listened to for a day in the place where the door is full of birds," An Yu stretched out his palm and gestured in front of Zhao Xueji, about a bag of rice the size of a woman's palm.

"That kind-hearted man doesn't know if his family is rich or stupid, and he is willing to pay such a big expense for this drama that is about to be scrapped."

An Yu paused, took a sip of tea, Zhao Xueji didn't urge her, and quietly landed a slightly curious gaze on her, well-behaved and safe.

"Originally, this troupe was also built by a few people, otherwise the pillars would not be so hard-working," An Yu explained to Zhao Xueji: "Beauties may not know, those big troupes or those who have a backstage may be a little more reserved, if the ordinary troupe has such a reward, not to mention the day, the next day I will have to let the actor call the uncle into the room, and it is indispensable to thank him personally." ”

Zhao Xueji nodded as if she didn't understand.

"There is no place in this place, it has been contracted for 15 days in a row, but it is all staged and closed, and I haven't even come out to say hello."

"But it's not that the drama or the class owner doesn't understand the world, it's just that the patron walked too fast, and he cleaned up in advance before the curtain ended, and they didn't dare to stop it, and they didn't know what to say, and they were even more afraid of annoying the only audience."

"In this way, day after day, except for singing on stage, they did not have any communication, the opera sang the same tune, and with the generous strokes of the patrons, the number of performances was gradually reduced, and the voice was raised, and the opera was more beautiful and beautiful."

"Until...... The snow fell, and the fighting outside the city was silent with the snow, and the bones everywhere were frozen in the snow and buried. ”

"It snowed heavily that day, and even the way out was tightly blocked, so the theater was naturally not open, and the gate kept the cold wind out, and a room of people gathered around the brazier, imagining that they would buy some meat for the winter......"

Zhao Xueji listened very seriously, in fact, the story told by An Yu is very common, such stories are actually staged in many places, except for the scene that is lucky.

Maybe it's just because she's a big lady, she hasn't heard it on weekdays, or she's only seen some of Miss Xiucai's words.

An Yu was silent for a moment, not knowing whether he was recalling or considering the plot, and let out a long sigh.

"There was a knock on the door, mixed with the wind and snow in this winter day, it didn't seem so real, but fortunately there was a child in the house who drank too much water, and he rushed to the hut around the gate to hear the knock."

"There are also many homeless people who rob in the winter, and when those in the shadows shiver in the cold wind every night, all their thoughts are focused on how to find a loose place to break in, drink a mouthful of sleeping people's blood with their broken throats, and warm the cold and frozen internal organs."

"No one dares to open the door directly in such a remote place, let alone a child."

"The knocking on the door did not stop for a long time, and the people of the troupe came to the door in a group, and the pillar asked in a clear voice, 'Who is it?' ”

"Is that the employer?" Zhao Xueji asked.

"Yes and no." An Yu bowed: "It's the employer's little servant." ”

"He was dressed in thicker clothes than all the people in the troupe combined, and behind him stood a group of people, their eyes full of disgust, and they said to the troupe in a sarcastic tone: 'Get out of the city, or I'll smash you!' ”

The people behind him were murderous, and some of them looked up and down the slender actors in the room with a light gaze.

"Maybe this kind of behavior is too mad, or maybe I have never seen such a posture, those actors who are as soft as their bodies and backgrounds should be one after another, and hurriedly took some valuable soft and fled out from the city gate."

"Why?" Zhao Xueji leaned forward slightly: "People who can afford to hire a group of people and can charter the venue won't rush people for a little expense!" ”

An Yu looked Zhao Xueji up and down a few times, her eyes fixed on her curious and anxious face, wanting to see if she was really innocent or fake and naïve.

Feeling An Yu's gaze, Zhao Xueji's movements were awkward: "Did I say something wrong?" ”

"No, I just feel that the beauty is rich and envious."

An Yu didn't answer her question, and continued the story to herself: "The snow under your feet is extremely cold, and it is so soft that you can't help but feel like you're stepping on those piled up corpses. ”

"The actors escaped directly from the whole city, there is a broken temple outside the city as expected, although the cobwebs are all over the place, it can still be regarded as sheltering from the wind and rain, the city next door is still far away, and the deep mountains in winter are particularly dangerous, so the actors live here."

"What about the patrons?" Zhao Xueji didn't ask the question just now, but remembered the other protagonist in the story.

"He lived in the house, burning charcoals, hugging the stove, and wearing rabbit down; The mouth is eating the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, the hand is wearing a jasper wrench, the beauty is sitting next to the flower, hundreds of people in the house listen to his orders, and even the swill poured out is floating with the fine meat and oil flowers that the actors can only afford to eat during the New Year. ”

An Yu hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically: "Compared to him, the struggle of that group of actors to break the temple in the cold winter is more interesting." ”

"They're dead."

"Died that winter day, in the wind and snow blocked by the patron's gate, by the fire with only ashes left, in the arms of his companions, on the cold floor, on the way to collect firewood, buried by the snow."