That night, Mr. Lu and I carried wine bottles and glasses. Drink as you walk.

By the time we got back to the city, the bottle was empty.

I asked Mr. Lu, "Do you want to come to my empty house to rest?" ”

Mr. Lu waved his hand and said, "Don't stop, I want to go to Xue Qian's house." ”

I grabbed him and said, "What else are you going to Xue Qian's house?" The elixir has already melted into the body of the blind dragon. If you come to live with me, the people in the empty house will not embarrass you. ”

Mr. Lu squinted at me: "Zhao Mang, don't joke with me." I'm at Xue Qian's house, and the bed is big. The quilt is soft. Stay in a single room. In your case, tsk, your conditions are too bad. ”

I waved my hand: "You don't like me, I don't want you to live yet." Where are you going? ”

Mr. Lu shook his head and untied the big knife from his body and threw it to me: "Zhao Mang, take care of the big knife, what if you meet any little ghosts?" Hey. ”

He laughed twice and walked forward. Suddenly, his body went limp, and he fell on the road.

I snorted and said, "My house is broken, isn't it?" Then you just stay on the main road. ”

Just as I was about to turn around and go back to the house. There was a tricycle whizzing by. It seems that the day is almost dawn, and the vegetable farmers have already arrived.

I have the intention to keep Mr. Lu still on the road, but the cars are coming and going, and if I hit him and kill him, it is really a bit unjust.

I hesitated for a moment, pulled him off the ground, and helped him to the empty house.

Mr. Lu lay on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

I listened to his snoring and quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day. I saw Mr. Lu sitting on the bed. When he saw that I was awake, he shook his head and said, "I drank too much." Headache. Zhao Mang. I bought you the rice, and I'll go first. You don't even have hot water, I have to go to Xue Qian's house and get a cup of tea. ”

Mr. Lu left in a hurry, and I began to eat in silence.

It's dark, and it's dawning again. And so it went for a few days. Life was peaceful, but I was anxious and always felt like I was waiting to die.

I had to find a pen and paper and write a few big words: "Don't be afraid, there is an old gentleman to keep you from dying." ”

I put these words on the wall, but I soon realized that this decision was too unwise. Because every time I see it, I worry about the Chung Yeung Festival again. So I reached out and ripped it off again.

Just when I was busy going back and forth. A man walked into the house.

When I looked back, this person was none other than Secretary Wang.

I looked at him strangely: "Secretary Wang, why are you here with me?" ”

Secretary Wang said: "Brother Zhao, I didn't see you yesterday, I think it's weird, so let's see what you're doing." ”

I looked at him suspiciously: "You didn't see me yesterday, think it's strange?" What day was yesterday and why did you have to see me? ”

Secretary Wang said: "It seems that you really don't know. There is an event to welcome the Mid-Autumn Festival in our district. Actually, it's a holiday. It's very lively, do you want to go and see it? ”

I subconsciously wanted to refuse. But after thinking about it, I agreed. I said, "Spread your mind or not, where to celebrate?" ”

Secretary Wang said: "In Wangzhuang Park. There is a spacious place. And you helped us get rid of the little ghosts, and now Wangzhuang Park is very lively. ”

Along the way, Secretary Wang kept introducing me, and I gradually understood this so-called Mid-Autumn Festival.

In fact, it is equivalent to a temple fair in the north, with a lot of small traders and vendors, as well as circus, magic and other performances.

Secretary Wang's boasting was all over the place, and I was itching to hear it, and I couldn't wait to rush over immediately.

When the two of us arrived at Wangzhuang Park, it was already evening. But there are still a lot of tourists. The hawkers are still enthusiastically hawking.

Secretary Wang said: "You can play, the lights will be on at night, and before twelve o'clock, these vendors will definitely not close their stalls." ”

I smiled and said, "Thank you for introducing me to such a fun place." ”

Secretary Wang patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's fun." I'll go back first. There's still a meeting to go. ”

Only then did I realize that Secretary Wang had brought me here specifically. He knows about the Chung Yeung Festival, so he can naturally guess that I am upset now.

I walked around here, watched a magic show, set a few laps, and gradually became a little happy.

After a while, the lights came on. I ate and drank at a small stall, watched the people around me, and began to follow the silly music of others.

After playing like this for a while, I suddenly felt a little urgent to urinate. Start looking for a toilet in the park. After looking for a long time, I didn't see the shadow of the toilet.

I couldn't help but grab a pedestrian and ask, "Do you know where there is a toilet?" ”

The man looked at me and said, "What are you afraid of a man?" Find a place with a little less people and solve it on the spot. ”

I thought to myself, "I'm a college student, so I can't defecate in the open." ”

I held on for a while and found that I couldn't find the toilet. So Sven succumbed to the physiological demands. I buried small broken steps, and ran past it like a dark grove.

The lights are dim and there are fewer people. This is one of the few dignitys that can be saved.

I ran into the woods and breathed a sigh of relief, one word swirling in my head: Cheerful.

I was just about to put on my pants when I suddenly heard a burst of music not far away, and then a woman began to sing melodiously. Throw away the blood.

I straightened my clothes and tilted my ears to distinguish them. Her lyrics don't seem to be common, and they are definitely not pop songs. But listening to it in my ears, it felt familiar to me.

Anyway, I had nothing to do, and I stood in the dark, and I was more energetic than the song.

To be honest, I don't usually listen to many songs. There are only a few that can remember the lyrics. I thought about it for a while, but I never matched the woman's singing.

I was about to give up when I suddenly heard a sentence: "Kurama is cold in front of the door." ”

I patted my head: "Why is this sentence so familiar?" After a while, it dawned on me: Isn't this a sentence in the pipa line?

With this in mind, I will be able to match the number by listening to the woman's singing again.

If she had taken the microphone and sang a pop song, I would have turned around and left. Who's going to listen to that on the big night. But she sings pipa xing, which is really rare to adapt poems into songs.

My curiosity was piqued. I walked over with a sound message.

I saw a small pavilion just behind the trees. The pavilion is built in an antique style, and the light bulbs for lighting have been converted into lantern styles.

In the middle of the pavilion, there is a woman in an ancient dress. She was holding a lute in her hand and was playing and singing to herself.

I saw a dozen people sitting sparsely on the stone bench outside the pavilion, all of them elderly.

I walked over to the rhythm of the lute and sat down on a stone bench.

In all fairness, this woman's voice is really good. I nodded my head as I listened. Presumably in Xunyang Jiangtou, when Bai Juyi met the Pipa Girl, he was so sober.

I listened for a while, and suddenly I realized that all the people around me were gone. I don't even know when they left.

I thought to myself, "Is this woman's singing mesmerizing?" ”

By this time it was getting dark and I wanted to leave. But the woman was the only one left in the audience, and I couldn't bear it. As long as you are patient, try to forget the cool night breeze and carefully taste the melody in the song.

The woman sang three sighs, and finally finished singing. She slowly stood up and bowed to me.

I couldn't help but stand up and applaud her. In the quiet night, I was the only one with sparse applause, and I felt a little embarrassed for the woman.

Suddenly, I remembered the lyrics: "Snub Kurama in front of the door." ”

The woman slowly walked out of the pavilion holding the lute, and I thought she was leaving. Unexpectedly, she walked straight to me. Then he gently lifted his lips and asked softly, "Am I every?" ”

I saw that she was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a bun on the top of her head, probably because she had just finished singing, and there was a layer of fine sweat on her face, and her skin looked even more white and red in the light.

I couldn't help but say, "It's beautiful." ”

The woman smiled, seeming a little shy: "Really? ”