Mr. Song, who is nearly 30 years old, married a spring peony like a flower and jade, lingering, grinding and grinding days, needless to say.

Mr. Song is a literate and hyphenated person, and he has more layers of understanding and care for women, afraid that Spring Peony is cold, afraid that Spring Peony is tired, in short, Mr. Song cares for Spring Peony. Mr. Song bakes delicate, tender, fresh and bright spring peony with the heart of a literate man.

Chun Shao knows the men of the north, although they have lived in the troupe since they were children, their troupe has never left the fans for a day. Most men in the north are very domineering in front of women, combining heroism and masculinity, and it is common for men to beat and scold women. Chun Shao has experienced the quarrels and scolding of her parents since she was a child.

Chun Shao never dreamed that Mr. Song would be like this to her, she was immersed in unprecedented happiness. In the first days, the spring peony was content and satisfied.

For most of the day, Mr. Song babbled to teach some children to read, so Chun Shao moved a small stool and sat in the yard doing needlework while watching Mr. Song teach the children to read. The sun shines warmly on this small courtyard, some loofahs and beans are planted in the open space of the small courtyard, the green green land crawls all over the small courtyard, there are a few butterflies flying around, and the spring peony thinks: The day of marriage is really good.

At this moment, Chun Shao was in a trance, as if she had walked into a dream, what a wonderful and moving dream.

In the evening, Chun Shao and Mr. Song lay on the kang, and an oil lamp floated brightly and dimly on the stool above their heads.

Mr. Song said again: I'll sing you a play.

Chun Peony distrustfully: You can still sing?

Mr. Song smiled: I have watched so many plays, how can I sing a few words, I have never eaten fatty pork, and I have never seen a pig run?

Then Mr. Song sang, he sang a piece of "Second Sister Wang's Husband", and the next sentence was naturally Chun Shao, Chun Shao's voice fell, and it was okay to hum quietly. So, the two of you and I experienced infinite sweetness and happiness.

In the end, Chun Shao threw herself into Mr. Song's not generous arms, and said shyly: It's good to live.

Mr. Song is also happy, he never dreamed that a "Sister Lin" would fall from the sky. In the past, he loved to watch Chun Shao sing, and Chun Shao's every move held his heart, which was a woman's attraction to a man. At that time, the spring peony was out of reach for him. Now he is holding the spring peony so realistically. His hand wandered over Chun Shao's body, and he subconsciously hummed "Eighteen Touches", and he himself couldn't tell when he learned this obscene tune.

Chun Shao raised her head and looked at him in some surprise and said, "You will also sing this?"

Mr. Song smiled and said, "When you sang these tunes on the stage, don't mention how uncomfortable I felt in my heart.

Chun Shao smiled.

The days went on and on, and in the days of the cycle, Chun Shao felt a little lonely. The impulse of her brother and sister when she was newly married filled a lot of her loneliness, and she never thought about loneliness at that time. Now, gradually, she tasted this coldness. She has lived in the troupe for ten years, and the troupe is always lively, performing in the streets and towns, and at that time, she will not feel lonely.

Chun Shao felt that Mr. Song's enthusiasm for herself was not as good as before, and every night, Mr. Song always had to read a book under the lamp before going to the kang. Spring Peony felt the loneliness of the days at that moment.

That day, the two were lying on the kang.

Chun Shao said: Hey, let's go to the theater one day, shall we?

Mr. Song: Haven't you been acting enough for so many years?

Chun Shao: I miss the troupe.

Mr. Song: Okay.

A few days later, the Beizhen opera troupe was acting in a tunzi on the outskirts of Beizhen, and they went.

Shilixiang became a horn again after the spring peony left, and she is still as beautiful as she was back then. People saw the old ten thyme again. When the yak and Shili Xiang stood on the stage, the tears of the spring peony came down with a loud voice. She couldn't tell why she was crying. The excitement, the longing, uncontrollably surged all over her body, she trembled, and her mouth opened and closed.

As soon as the play opened, Chun Shao regained the feeling she had when she sang the opera, every cell in her body was active, and the ten miles on the stage were singing and twisting, as if it was not ten miles of fragrance singing, but herself. There were bursts of applause from the audience, as if they were directed at themselves. Chun Peony was so excited that night that she was soaked with a layer of sweat all over her body.

On the way back, Chun Shao didn't say a word and hurriedly walked in front of Mr. Song.

Mr. Song walked behind with a robe and asked over and over again: What's wrong with you?

Chun Shao did not answer.

It wasn't until Chun Shao walked home and lay on the kang that she cried loudly, this cry, as if she had been suppressed for a long time, finally found a breakthrough, and flowed out in a hurry.

Mr. Song watched from the sidelines, at a loss.

Chun Shao cried for a while, she couldn't tell why she was crying, she only felt uncomfortable in her heart, and when she cried, she felt a lot better, and gradually, she stopped crying.

Mr. Song seemed to notice something, sighed heavily and said: You still can't forget the troupe.

After being silent for a while, Mr. Song said again: When I have time tomorrow, I will go back to the troupe to have a look.

Chun Shao nodded.

The Spring Peony return troupe visited Mr. Song with him. The troupe, as always, is still the same as before. When I'm not acting, I'm messing around, some are sleeping, and some are practicing singing. They all showed unprecedented enthusiasm when they saw Chun Shao, they hadn't seen each other for half a year, and they seemed to have a lot to ask Chun Shao.

Shilixiang took Chun Shao's hand and said: Good girl, how good it is to get married and start a family and live a life.

Lamei said as a person who came over: Thanks to your throat, otherwise you would not have such a blessing, have another child, and you will have everything.

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Chun Shao didn't say anything, looked at this kindly, touched that, and she muttered: It's still a good troupe.

Lao Guan listened to Chun Shao's words, and he was moved by a little truth, he remembered the days when Chun Peony was in the troupe, and Lao Kui said: Chun Peony, the troupe is your home, come back and see if you have nothing to do.

Chun Shao was stunned and said: Hey-I know, in our life, no matter what time it is, we can't do without opera.

Since then, Chun Shao has run to the troupe whenever she has time. Mr. Song didn't say anything, let her go, as long as she wanted, Mr. Song was happy. Mr. Song teaches students literacy during the day and reads at night.

When the troupe returned to Beizhen City, when there was no performance, they would collectively come to see Spring Peony, they crowded into the room and talked and laughed, they saw the days of Spring Peony with their own eyes, and they all showed their sincere joy. Shilixiang said: Sister, look how good you are, you have a family and a room.

Shilixiang thought of her child who died young, and her eyes turned red.

Chun Shao smiled bitterly: Sister, life is good, but it's a little boring.

Shili Xiang sighed: Sister, you are in the blessing and don't know the blessing.

Spring Peony goes back to the troupe every once in a while to sit down, and sometimes the people from the troupe also come to see Spring Peony, and the days go on peacefully. Everyone thinks that things will change.