The green embankment knocked on the heavy door that was hidden deep in the dusk, and the flowers came step by step from the depths, the powder and ink were beautiful, the heart was twisted, and the guests from all directions were visited, and the time was amazed on the stage, leaving a sense of breath; When he turned around, he walked far away and the lights were dim, leaving him silent.

The moonlight is dim when it flows to her side, and the stars fall into her eyes but they are not as bright as a tear of hers, she is a plum on the top of the snow, like a bloody red. Tens of millions of people love her singing, love her appearance, become obsessed, move an inch of heart for her, and cause a shock.

All kinds of things in front of her are all exchanged for her countless hard work, and the three thousand people under the seat only know that they are drunk and intoxicated, and they don't know all the difficulties behind her.

When the spring was strong that year, the spring was beautiful, and the purple and red bloomed all over, smearing the woman's lips and eyes; The willows on the embankment are like needles that thread thin threads, unevenly rising and falling, embroidering the appearance of a spring spring; The drunken man last night had not yet woken up, and he was frowning faintly on the head of the boat; I didn't know so-and-so looked at this prosperous place and drank the wine in the cup with a smile.

Qingdi Fang 13, she stepped onto the stage of Wang Qu Lianlou for the first time, sang her first play, and won a full house and became famous in Wang Qu Lianlou. In the days to come, only on this day, Qingdi will take the stage, and the mountains and rivers of that day are drunk because of her, and the time becomes short.

Qingdi was unexpected, she didn't expect the response to be so enthusiastic. In the past few years, she has only faced a green wall, a page of windows, loneliness, the joys and sorrows of singing in the play, only self-care and moving, and the cuckoo who stayed kept flying away. When she saw the crowd of people in the audience, she realized that the hustle and bustle was like this, and it was not a dream.

But that day, Qingdi was not happy, I don't know if God deliberately tricked her, or she was destined to have no cause and effect in this life.

After the play, Qing Di reluctantly washed the lead flower, took off the ornaments, and changed back into the clothes she wore on weekdays, thinking about the master in her heart, this is the first person she wants to see after she gets off the stage-she wants to tell the master what kind of grand scene it is on the stage today, not a dream.

Qingdi returned to the courtyard full of joy, pushed open the old wooden door, and gasped for breath in his mouth, closing the "squeak" sound. Recently, the begonias on the side of the attic have opened, the fragrance of the garden is indifferent, the petals fall in the middle of the bluestone surrounded pool, and the hijab of the swimming fish is made.

On weekdays, Master would sit in the Wenguan Pavilion and would not leave until dusk. Qing Di never knew what Master was doing inside, and Master did not allow her to go near Wenguan Pavilion, and the door of the attic was often open, but it was dim inside, which also became a mystery in her heart.

But today, the door of Wenguan Pavilion is closed, unlike usual, it is as silent as stagnant water. Qingdi stood not far from Wenguan Pavilion, the sky was dazzling, she couldn't see clearly, but she could feel that the master was not inside, so she looked for half of the huge Xiangyuan, and she didn't see the master's figure.

Qing Di returned to the front of Wenguan Pavilion, tiptoed to look in again, the sweat on her forehead was as fine as beads, her cheeks were red, she looked around, her heart was uneasy, her eyes were suddenly full of tears, she couldn't help but wipe it with her sleeve, took a step forward, and suddenly remembered that there was another place, so she immediately turned back, and her back was hurried.

The Soyulou is a remote place in the Xiangyuan, and the Qingdi is not easy to go, and the master has given an order. Once, however, the Master mentioned that a harp had fallen in that place, and asked Qing Di to go with him to retrieve it, and after all these years, she had not been to this place again for five years. But she still remembers what kind of Langhuan realm is in the Comb Jade Building, which is different from the grass and wood pavilions in the Xiangyuan, that is, from the human world to the Tianjiuque, to be a free immortal, drunk without thinking wine.

"Sister Tangerine, do you know where Master has gone?"

Tang Zhen, who was leaning on the beauty couch, raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the voice, she opened her eyes lightly and slowly, through the scattered purple smoke, she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but she also knew who it was, so she invited Qingdi to sit in the pavilion. Immediately, a green and white deer came from the depths of the bamboo forest behind him, and after passing through the heavy smoke, the antlers held a plate, and Tang Zhen took it down, and the fawn disappeared from this illusion.

Fanghua is floating in the green and flowing pills, the green is quiet and the spring is deep, the wind is very slight, swinging from time to time, and the fragrance of spring flowers is lingering; The chirping on the eaves, the sound of flowing water in the middle of nowhere, is clear and like a song, leading to a spring wave on the strings; The sandalwood in the furnace is faint, and it spills into the sound of lips and teeth - the weather is open, quiet and bright.

The scene here is the same as five years ago, as if time has passed, and the years have stopped for a moment. Qingdi's heart is impatient and has no time to take care of it. Tangerine Zhen is slow and methodical, pouring tea and pastries for her, with a soft posture, the Kodan on her fingers is bright, and her eyes are inevitably attracted to her. When everything was in order, she returned to the beauty couch, her posture was soft and graceful, and she was looming under her dress.

"What did you just say?" Tangerine closed her eyes, her fingertips on her legs as if she was playing the piano, and her voice was charming.

Qing Di sat restrained, his eyes were flustered, his palms were sweaty, and his fingers were unconsciously intertwined. She is not familiar with Sister Tangerine, but she only knows that Sister Tangerine has a relationship with Master, and there is no clarity among them. After a moment of silence, Qingdi leaned forward and raised his voice and asked, "Where has Master gone?" I've searched all over the place, but I can't see Master, maybe ...... Maybe Sister Tangerine knows. ”

"I heard that Gongzi had a dream and jumped off Wenguan Pavilion today."

This sentence was said by Tangerine Zhen lightly, and Qingdi was also a little stunned when she heard it, and after a while, she came back to her senses, and a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Sister Tangerine Zhen, you don't want to ......"

"I have ordered the body to be carried away, you don't have to worry about the son anymore, and this Xiangyuan, you are the future master. Childe is here, and I'm leaving. ”

"What ......"

Last night, the master also cut an ill-fitting costume for her, telling her that in the future, she would only sing and not do meaningless things, and that she would have no regrets and regrets in this life, and she really thought she was dreaming when she woke up today. After noon, when Qingdi went to Wang Qulian Lou to sing, the master saw her off, saying that she should be cautious and not go wrong, and there was another sentence at the end, which was often on the lips of the master, "Don't lose your face as a teacher", and he didn't say anything.

This kind of master is something Qing Di has never seen before, and it is also a tenderness that she has never had, which makes her flattered, but now that she thinks about it, how can it not be regret and regret.

"Where is Sister Tangerine going? Where is Master buried? Without Master, how will I ...... in the future?"

Orange Zhen listened to the words in her heart, but her face was calm and unhurried, all this seemed to have nothing to do with her, her lips opened slightly, and she was silent, only sighed very lightly, for fear of startling the leaves on the branches.

Qing Di said this series of words, she buried her head very low, her thin shoulders could not support her body, like a lost soul, crumbling, as if she was overwhelmed by the wind and rain, the tide, no one reached out to help; I only felt that I was thrown into a lonely boat on the river, let the smoke and waves be mighty, and the twilight haze covered me, and I became a guest in the world, drifting.

Leaving the comb jade building, Qingdi walked in this ringing courtyard, a play sang all the way, the flowers on the branches withered all over the ground, and the tears of the flower soul were still heard; The willow on the side of the pavilion broke his waist and got angry with the wind; It is difficult to complete the broken jade, and the swallow dies in the spring river.