She finally returned to the theater and parted from him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xiang Xi continued to sing her play, but the repertoire was no longer the Huansha Ji, a peach blossom fan, and buried a lifelong dream.

"Xiangmeng only faded the red mandarin quilt, the focus was on the sandalwood lips and rouge and hurriedly pulled up the bun, how to remember the new words for this spring sorrow."

If you talk about this scene, the voice of the audience when she sings the peach blossom fan is higher than that of the former Huanshaji, but there is no longer the person in the audience who does not applaud, cheer, or comment.

Maybe I've only seen it twice, but for some people, even once is enough. In fact, it's just a spiritual sustenance that has been appreciated by others, but it always feels different.

Just as he admired the bright moon to the sunset, he even played with the goddess to swim. I'm afraid that just a slight admiration is enough to express the shock of the first sight.

Offstage, she disassembled the ornaments on her head one by one, looked at the pink face in the mirror, and sighed softly.

Time flashed, and after half a year, she never saw him again.

On this day, she is still singing the peach blossom fan that has been sung all over the past six months, "The flowers on the floor are trembling, the wind is trembling, leaning on the majestic and handsome spring, the infinite golden hairpin, willing to comb the hair, the idle flowers add to the flowers, the weeds are fragrant, and the lady is doing tonight's lights, shadows, and the yarn is red, and she should be ashamed to solve the problem, it is really difficult to solve the problem" The color on the platform is staggering, the strings are progressive, the drums are flowing, she is in a water sleeve and a red dress, and she is lightly raised, singing the story of Li Xiangjun, looking at the people in the play, and looking at the story on the stage.

The audience applauded continuously, and those spectators admired the graceful Tsing Yi Danjiao on the stage, laughing and discussing, it was just a play on the stage, how did they know?

Under the stage, at the table farthest from the stands, the tea was afraid that it was already cold, and alone, standing there, looking at the people on the stage, smiling contentedly.

Bareheaded, with a few ring scars on his head. Who is it if it's not the noise?

Maybe he thought she couldn't see it, but she was already in tears when she was singing on stage. The spectators looked at this tearful Xiangjun, and they all praised the good play of this play, but I am afraid that the tears are no longer a play!

The humanitarian drama is ruthless, but in fact, I just don't dare to enter the play! Their lives are a play, a play that can only watch others laugh and sorrow, and a play that can only tell others their joys and sorrows.

At the beginning, there was a surge of voices, the tea shop was full, the theater was full, and the people dispersed at the end of the song, and the joy was just empty in the end.

She enters a play that does not belong to her, and while singing someone else's story, her own story inadvertently breaks away and becomes another play.

What's more, the person she likes is just a playmaker.

No, it should be said that it was a passing visitor, and this visitor was still a monk. Even if he plays Hongchen and can break through the dust, he is also a monk, and she shouldn't fall in love with him. The drama fell in love with a monk, what an ironic love. I'm afraid that no matter how deep and strong the love is, it will be in vain in the end!

It's just that why did he still come, if he never saw him again in this life, he wouldn't have broken his thoughts, but he still saw it, they were really not a good match.

The people had long since dispersed, and he had left the tea shop.

For a long time, at night, she still chased out, and it turned out that he had not gone far.

"Can you sing another Huansha for me?"

"Good!"

"Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon shuttle, how is life in the world. does not seek wealth and happiness, mother and daughter live in a yarn. ……”

The moonlight sprinkled gently, reflecting her in the play and him outside the play.

The old trees on the side of the street left a dark projection in the moonlight, and the wind blew the leaves hoarsely, and he listened to her play.

At the end of the song, people wake up.

"Something happened in the temple, the abbot wants me to go back, before leaving, I'll listen to this song again, and then see you."

"Aren't you coming back?"

"Maybe, maybe in the future, I really want to concentrate on cultivating Buddhism, and I won't ask about the world anymore!"

"Then be careful."

"Hongchen refines the heart, but I'm afraid that this heart has already been refined clean, Xiang Xi, don't be too tired in the future."

"Maybe you can really have an epiphany in the future, you are a monk, different from others!"

"yes, different ......"

……

He left, only afraid that this farewell was really forever, parting, she gave him the silk handkerchief embroidered with the orchid of the valley that she carried, and he gave him the Buddhist beads he held day and night. Since then, Hongchen has been strange.

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

is clearly a monk, but he is moved by a play.

But if you have seen each other, you will know each other, and when you have not seen each other. Ander and Jun are resolute, and they are exempt from teaching life and death to be lovesick. If you hadn't come to the theater at the beginning, maybe you wouldn't have this bad fate in this life!

Two years later, spring.

The troupe sang as always, but Yue Lian came back. Along with him was the man he had been.

He stopped her demand, held her arm, and his eyes were full of pampering.

Her lower abdomen bulged slightly, and she was afraid that she was pregnant.

"I'm talking about them, the whole territory here, their troupe is also famous, and their drama is indeed good! This grandma's birthday, if they can sing happily, grandma will undoubtedly look at you differently! ”

The man smiled dotingly and scratched her nose with his belly, "Okay, it's all up to you!" ”

Xiang Xi saw this playmate from childhood to adulthood, and she wanted to go over to say hello, but, is it still appropriate now?

Xiang Xi was also standing not far from them, Xiang Xi saw them, he heard their call, how could Yue Lian not recognize herself?

In this way, I am afraid that I don't want to come over and be old.

After listening to the play, they left, without saying hello, but only sent their subordinates to discuss the old lady's birthday celebration with the old master.

Although there is usually this kind of birthday celebration for others, but this time it is the birthday of the warlord boss's mother, and even if such a noble person only says a word of reward, he may not need to be so busy in the future.

The old class owner happily let them connect with this play after play, and they are not allowed to rest when they are tired, and whoever is lazy will be punished.

Half a month later, the old lady's birthday also arrived, and the old class leader and everyone came to the old lady's house, waiting to send them the most sincere blessings of the troupe.

This time, the old class leader came to the stage in person, he wanted to make the old lady like it and make the old lady happy.

Soon, scene after scene, the old lady smiled from ear to ear, and the old class master was also extremely happy to watch, it seemed that the old lady liked their play.

Also, how can you not like it after more than half a month of careful preparation?

At this time, the old lady who was smiling happily suddenly had a painful look on her face, clutching her chest and panting heavily.

The people who looked at it were even more scared, and now, the house was directly in chaos, and they were busy with the old lady's affairs.

It's just that this old lady smiled and smiled and had an accident, I'm afraid that she will also be angry and blamed!