The hall suddenly fell silent, and with An Yu's voice falling cruel words, Zhao Xueji seemed to fall into a sad mood.

But this is not the sorrow of the world or the difference between the rich and the poor, she is simply in sadness, her eyes and face are full of pity, but like those bodhisattvas who are enshrined, but unfortunately Zhao Xueji's delicate appearance is not suitable for such a compassionate person, it does not seem to match her age.

This kind of grief looks familiar and unfamiliar, and it is hard to be superior, An Yu guessed that the audience who heard the storyteller in the restaurant was about the same, or perhaps, deeper, like the death of a puppy that he had raised for a few days.

Also, these things that she has never experienced are just stories with blades in her opinion.

An Yu was about to speak, but saw Zhao Xueji biting her lower lip, her eyes full of tears, with a little pleading: "What about the pillar?" He...... Is it dead too? ”

"They didn't disappear together on that cold winter day, there were still one or two left," An Yu said softly, "That pillar is one of them." ”

Zhao Xueji nodded reluctantly, holding the half-cool hot tea next to her to warm up, it was clearly May, but she clearly felt a chill, and her heart was terrified.

"Speaking of the troupe, because of the departure of the actors, there is a lot of ruin, the snow is very heavy in winter, the wind is very cold, and the patron naturally did not come back."

"On that day, the little servants were actually ordered by the patron to invite the people of the opera troupe to live in the house for some days, take care of food and housing, and sing opera every day. It's just that I listened to my wife's order halfway, replaced 'please' with 'rush', and came back to report that those actors were afraid of the wind and were unwilling to brave the heavy snow to come, so they wanted to wait for spring to go. ”

"Why is Madame so cruel?" An Yu shook his head: "Madame listened to the gossip of the maids a few days ago, saying that her master was obsessed with the playthings in the East Courtyard Flower Street all day long. But she is also a girl from a rich family, so she gave some silver taels and called the maid to let those actors move somewhere. ”

"The maid was brought by the lady from home, so naturally she would not pay the money, but the maid was jealous and hateful, for fear that those dramas would delay her master, and she was also afraid that the drama would be beautiful, so she stole the limelight of her own wife like those concubines, so she secretly added a private house, and asked the little girl to give the money and let the troupe move out of the city."

"As soon as the little guy heard that he was going to drive people out, he immediately called the family to be brave all the way."

"The customer is a good person, on weekdays, he only cares about the home, he is idle and boring but fat and strong, this time the little guy came, one by one he couldn't help but show his merit in front of the master, only to hear the word "drive people", so he picked up the guy and set up the little guy and went straight to the theater with the black pressure people. ”

"But what about the money that told them to move?" Seeing that An Yu was talking more and more vigorously there, Zhao Xueji couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's divided," An Yu took it for granted: "The wealth is moving, and the ladies from the rich and noble families have missed more than the expenses of the actors for a year, not to mention that they were specially given, and a private room for the maids was added." ”

Zhao Xueji's eyes widened: "Didn't anyone check?!" ”

"Check?" An Yu was surprised: "Why do you want to check?" Who's going to look it up? How to check? ”

She laughed: "There is only one guest, I have a good heart, and I have listened to a little song, and I am not familiar with the play......

An Yu looked at Zhao Xueji: "Could it be that you are a beauty, you often visit because of a good pastry, and you have to be responsible for his future business?" One day he moved away, and he had to find out why? But it's just a casual question, the answer is not important, at most sigh, there is no follow-up. ”

Seeing that Zhao Xueji wanted to speak and stopped, biting her lip lightly, An Yu explained for her: "There is no such reason, this is the common situation in the world, and when we meet in Pingshui, we forget the rivers and lakes, but the beauty is affectionate, and sadness is inevitable." ”

Zhao Xueji obviously hadn't been able to calm down yet, and was stared at by An Yu uncomfortably, twisted her body, and asked dryly, "Then what?" ”

"If the incident is normal here, it should actually be over," An Yu took a sip of tea: "In fact, whoever stands has their own reasons, even those who seem to be the main evil and the little guys and family members are also following their way of survival." ”

"It's just that the poor are always the people at the bottom," An Yu saw Zhao Xueji thoughtful, but did not give her time to think deeply, and continued: "Fortunately, a story is a story, and there are always some twists and turns......"

An Yu raised her eyes, her eyes burning: "Do you remember that play?" ”

"That...... Pedestals? Zhao Xueji hesitated: "But didn't you say that he died in the broken temple outside the city?" ”

"It seems that the beauty doesn't remember," An Yu sighed, raised her hand and knocked out a flower drum melody on the table under Zhao Xueji's confused gaze: "Does the beauty know what song the opera and the patron sang when they first met?" ”

Zhao Xueji shook her head, staring at An Yu's knuckles that kept falling on the table, only feeling that the melody was very familiar.

"At that time they couldn't live anymore, there was war outside the door, and snow inside the door; The winter wind is bitter, and the north wind is cold; weakness of hands and feet, hoarseness; I only hope for the next life - Nirvana," An Yu's voice should be in tune with the beat, adding a bit of sadness, but it is different from the drama in her story, it is not like withering like resignation, but hiding a flame - wanting to ignite the fire of the world.

Zhao Xueji had such a scene in his mind, it was a scene that did not die in the ruined temple, he was full of anger, and rushed to the city with those soldiers who were besieging the city, and in the smoke of the war, there was a flame burning in his eyes with hatred......

But gradually, the snow fell from the sky again, and after the war, only the corpses lay sideways outside the city, those eyes gradually dimmed, and as the sound of An Yu tapping on the table became slower and slower, Zhao Xueji's ears seemed to sound another melody, hoarse and tempting.

It was on the palace road in the middle courtyard, with green tiles and red walls, high buildings, and the young man who was beaten but stubbornly resisted, he must tidy up his clothes, maybe he is now standing in front of the flower drum, beating the drum, and singing a familiar song in a voice that has been practiced for a long time, calling for the future patron in the distance.

"Does the beauty remember that play?"

"It seems that the beauty has forgotten."

An Yu's question just now was still in his ears, and Zhao Xueji remembered that this talented person was from the Middle Court.

"Even if he knew the result, the pillar still looked forward to having a guest like the customer, after all, it was a good person, and he left him enough, good memories." An Yu glanced at Zhao Xueji, picked up the teacup and sent the guests off: "This is a very cheesy story, and I hope that the beauty will not be disgusted." ”