At the end of the song, people disperse. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only the monk was still drinking tea there, watching the end of the stage and smirking.

He was still there at the beginning of the second scene, drinking tea, watching the play, sometimes shouting, and commenting on a certain character. Pointing and applauding, and sometimes reciting some verses, it really doesn't look like a monk.

The babbling sound on the stage started, and the Huansha girl raised her sleeves and face, "Tears fell after listening to the words, and the loyal ministers and filial sons were tortured." There is bread in the basket that you have used, so that you will not go about and starve. Every time she sang, there was always a round of applause from the audience. Even he stopped making noise, quietly listening, watching.

She doesn't have many words, and if she sings for a long time, it will eventually come to an end.

His shouting always disgusted others, and finally in the scene on the second day, he was thrown out by the old class owner.

The second scene of that day was still her Huansha Ji, but the dust couldn't enter the theater, so she planned to sneak in, but as soon as the wall was halfway over, she was pulled out by the collar and beaten up.

He sat outside the theater building, quietly watching the passing visitors come in and out. Joy or sorrow.

The people who watch the drama here always think that they are elegant people, and they always like to put themselves above others. He muttered that he didn't want to go with the flow, but he didn't care about other people's eyes. When he came out, he was dressed up brightly, tried his best to make his conversation and demeanor look elegant, and then looked at others with compassion, and portrayed himself as extremely noble.

Most of the regulars of these theaters have seen this monk who is full of nonsense and crazy comments on the characters on the stage, and watching him sit at the door of the theater in despair, they all hide the trace of sarcasm in their eyes and want him to cast sympathetic glances.

Dust looked at them indifferently, and in the same way, there was endless disdain in his eyes. He couldn't look down on these self-proclaimed elegant spectators, and he couldn't get used to the coy behavior of these people.

Outside, the wind was blowing.

At first, the wind was cool on a hot summer day, but when the wind stopped, it was only muggy. Overcast skies with dark clouds. Layers piled up in the sky, pressing down on the city with a dark silence.

Finally, I couldn't stop the rain anymore after taking down Shen My Cloud, and let them fall drippingly.

Sitting under the eaves, looking at the passers-by running in the rain, looking at the vendors who hurriedly put away their stalls, and the women who hid themselves deep in the rickshaws, smiled indifferently.

He still has injuries on his body, but even if he is embarrassed, it is still peaceful and peaceful.

"It's raining heavily outside, and the water on this street is going to wade through the water station for a while, so it's better to go indoors to take shelter, and then leave when the rain stops and the water is less." Xiang Xi had been standing behind him for a while, and she couldn't see through this monk.

She has never seen a monk who likes to listen to a play, let alone a monk who likes to shout and talk about characters outside the play.

The monk she knew was unwanted, his eyes were empty and calm, but although he was calm, there was always a disdain and ridicule in his eyes. It is said to be indifferent, and it is said to be debauchery, always, this kind of gaze does not belong to a monk.

He commented so much, only quietly watching her sing, only listening carefully to her singing alone, she was a little curious about this monk, wanted to see, and even wanted to ask him.

"The donor is...... Raccoon Girl? The monk turned to look at her, disdain and playfulness dissipated between his delicate eyebrows, with a hint of serious inquiry.

She nodded, looked at him quietly, and didn't say much, just waiting for his next step.

"The little monk's law is noisy, thanks to the donor's dislike of the little monk's spoils, but this theater, the little monk can't get closer." He smiled faintly, although he said that he was dirty, but he did not have the slightest resentment, nor did he have inferiority, and faced her calmly, leisurely.

"Then you can take these straw sandals, and you will have to change them when they get wet in a while."

She actually expected that he would not enter the theater, so she took straw sandals early in the morning. In that scene, although she is not insignificant, there are always fewer words, and Wu Zixu is more watched, even if she has a graceful posture, those viewers also value Wu Zixu more.

This time, Chenhuo only listened to her play, shouting when others sang, but he listened quietly to her play.

For such a visitor, she is also willing to give him a pair of shoes, which can be regarded as thanking him for savoring his own play!

"Thank you donor, dare to ask the donor's name?" Chenhuo took the straw sandals, still smiling indifferently, even if he asked the girl's name.

"Xiang Xi!"

"Yes, what a name! Shake the bright moon to the sunset, and suspect that the goddess is making a pearl boat. Thank you to the female donor, if you have the fate to meet in the future, the donor is willing to sing a song for the little monk with the Huansha Story? ”

She nodded, but the two of them were a hurried passer-by for each other, but I was afraid that they wouldn't meet, and he wouldn't be able to hear her Huansha!

When she returned to the theater, she couldn't help but smile when she thought of this strange monk. Finally, there is a person who appreciates himself, but he is a monk who plays Hongchen, and he is just a passer-by. If you really meet after that, then you must sing a song for him.

She knows a lot of operas, but the most familiar is this Huansha Ji.

Maybe it was fate, and it didn't take long for them to meet.

It was a street far away from this theater, he was chased by a group of people in rags, she stopped him, it turned out that the dust was owed money to these people, in fact, it was not owed, and it could be regarded as a fraud if it was ugly.

It's just that those people are greedy for money and bet with him, and they don't want to take the money when they lose, and in the end he just blackmails these people for a few meals in the name of everyone's meal, but in the end they find out that they lost the bet anyway.

Now that she is being chased all over the street, she really feels a little funny when she sees it.

Dusty said that these people didn't know how to gamble and lose, while avoiding these people around the bend, she looked funny, but in the end she paid for these people and sent them away.

"Donor, do you remember the promise you made that day?"

"Isn't it just a song? I'll sing it! ”

She sang Huansha Ji for him, this time without pink honey rouge makeup, without the blue water-sleeved costume, she stood quietly on the street in a cheongsam, singing her best song Huansha Ji for him alone.

He was fascinated by it, and she sang it up.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the song is, it will end, and no matter how coincidental the encounter is, it will be separated.

She's going back to her theater, and he's going to continue his journey.

His Hongchen story, her stage life. They are each other's passers-by, no matter how much they meet, they are still like this, even if they see each other's joy, at that moment, they will finally say that there will be a period later.

It's just that I'm looking forward to seeing a while!