Chapter 2: The Dream of the Broken Peony Pavilion (I)

Li Daming will stay in the library on weekends, he will tirelessly find information, write, at the beginning he will still be reserved, but after a long time, he is particularly indulgent in what he does, and he does not restrain himself, he began to bring beer into the reading room, and gulp down the somewhat raw vegetable sandwiches, but he will never peek at those quiet and beautiful girls, because in his eyes, the most beautiful woman will be a classical beauty like Su San, Liu Lanzhi, Liu Mengmei, he always wants to meet eyes with such a woman, and fall in loveHowever, everyone knows that this is unrealistic, but Li Daming doesn't care about these things, he always fantasizes that he will leave here and go to another world.

Not everyone thinks he is sick, such as that play, the play that was crazy with Li Daming before, maybe she gave Li Daming those crazy inspirations, and waited for Li Daming to give her an answer.

It's not love!

For the script of Peking Opera, Li Daming has no clue, he loves the ancient style like a dog's love for bones, but he still didn't dare to think of really writing such an ancient thing. After all, in the eyes of others, his ancient style is the language of another world, and he has been injured, imprisoned, and labeled as a criminal in the years before! However, in the mouths of those sharp social critics, there will be no nice words for this alternative writer to use as capital to show off his talents, and there will only be gratuitous abuse and questioning voices waiting for Li Daming, giving him the most painful reincarnation!

For the word reincarnation, Li Daming began to think seriously and figure it out a few days ago, and gradually after the light flew by, Li Daming became more and more convinced in his heart that reincarnation is the most basic capital and recognition to return to the past, the most effective tools and utensils, so he soaked in the library and found almost all the materials related to reincarnation. Finally, his Peking Opera script had an unprecedented inspiration, and his thoughts returned to the most beautiful time and years in his heart!

In his dream, he saw the burning of the red fireworks in front of him, the nirvana and flight of the phoenix in the daytime, the debate and fight of countless court politicians, and the wild geese flying south and the flowers falling north??????

He had pushed open the mottled wooden door, the courtyard was full of weeds, the fragrance was still falling, he went inside, he saw the still pedantic corner, the waiter who had been with the king was now teary-eyed, the shabby clothes were all stunned on his body, and the dry wood and grass of his house were still falling in that corner, making the waterless land particularly dry!

He cried bitterly, the miserable cry has spread to every corner, the weather has lost its original mood with the sadness of the mood, only the boundless cold wind blows into people's hearts!

The crying inside was even louder, Li Daming walked in, his heart was also sad because of this sad atmosphere, he went inside, but he heard the interlacing of the strings in the distance, he wanted to get closer, but there were countless painful entanglements in his heart that could not be pondered, probably after a long time, he stood in place, this gray wall and gray tile made his state of mind even more heavily gray, elusive, avoid all this sadness, but can't dodge, but I don't know how!

He saw a few iron-clad sergeants break into here, the steel knife on their waists was ink-colored, they actually passed directly through Li Daming's body, and directly led the person who was crying on the dry wood to the darker corner in the distance, Li Daming wanted to fly to save him, but found that he couldn't move, at this moment, he realized that he didn't belong to this corner, in this world, he was the most redundant one!

But he was dazed and didn't want to wake up, he quietly walked into the distance, and saw more soldiers in iron armor on the street, countless fortresses carved with dragons and phoenixes were like ripples on the water, he walked forward, there was nothing else on the street except those steel armor soldiers and those iron objects, the flood and swarming everywhere and the sword scratched countless buildings, and the wind in front of him came with the sword, and it was still sharp!

It's been a long walk, but it's finally calmed down!

The scene in front is more spectacular, the iron armor of the surrounding iron armor sergeant is no longer ink, but has become golden, the number of people here is even more huge, boundless, in the middle, to be exact, in the middle, to be exact, there are countless pu fans shaking, divided into magnificent, that Luan Jia presents the most golden domineering, the king of the dragon robe is sitting in the middle, the anger on the dragon crown is like a sharp knife to kill in all directions, countless armor soldiers hold their breath, see the red robe wandering in the sky, the stage in front is big and bright, no one dares to approach, except for the domineering king, the stage is the red and green play swaying in the wind, Her phoenix crown is gorgeous and revealing the cruelty and beauty that cannot be described in words, her feet are like a feeling of thin ice, she dances her waist, seems to be tireless, she has been trying to maintain her remaining dignity, sleepless to maintain her joy and anger, slowly cutting her heart, but there is no pain, just walking forward, all the way is the sorrow and pain that only the cuckoo that cries blood, the thick wall that can not be pierced in a whisper collapsed in an instant, the play into the play, will not care too much about the happiness and desire of ignorance, she only has this stage, her audience is actually not the king with countless wealth, let alone the slave of those kings who have been limited by fate, only she knows herself best, so her audience only has herself, and her play is the most beautiful language that countless people can't say and torture:

Even more in the distant pavilion, the king left the fireworks that were originally given to her

In the middle of the night, the flowers have fallen, and the gentleman can think, she is a slave, guarding,

Half a life, with peanuts, her makeup is thick with the king's sword,

Year after year, Huazhi trembled casually, and waited for you for a few years

Tears followed the song, constantly staggered, and her Yanran gradually lost her virginity

Sometimes, it is not worth leaning on the pavilion made of bamboo flowers and plants

There are demons who record time and spring water

There are also lonely poems and helpless laughter in the vermilion wall??????

Time is in a hurry, that melancholy, how can I help the green pine

Suddenly the clouds and rain did not provoke the spring grass outside the city

A lonely Yu Yan is crimson, but she keeps her heart like love

But what is given is only calm, no turbulence, and no vicissitudes of life

She finally walked to the holy door and listened to the holy taunt

But it seems that you don't see her, and her dream is shattered in half

How can all this be a woman who became king by chance?

The plum heart is not full, as if there is no ice and snow

I don't like to believe it, and I don't know if I hear it

In front of the separate window is the remnant of tears and makeup

After listening to the lyrics of this play, Li Daming's eyes were blurred with tears, and the "she" in the lyrics was not this woman on stage? Is this still her? This is her! Where is the king? The king's heart has already been indifferent to make her woman disheartened, this may not be the king's fault, because when he lost his voice and fought the iron armor had already cast his heart, she knew that she did not love the cold king, she loved the man who was on both sides of the world with her, the man's body was far from her, but the man's heart and soul were not far away, at least, it would not be separated from her by that layer of cold armor, at this moment, the rich life became so pale and ridiculous, at this moment, she was more like a plum blossom, she at least kept the promise of two people, and after that, a person to work hard to live, just waiting for everything that the man who gave her her, the cold steel knife, the feudal years, the countless "Liu Mengmei" and "Mei Mengli" love dreams were shattered in the deepest gorgeousness of those "Peony Pavilions" and will never be together, never!

Therefore, after listening to those few words, Li Daming had already cried bitterly, he wanted to rush forward, but he couldn't move his body that had been abandoned by the soul, he woke up, he woke up because he saw the darkness in front of him, he saw that the scene was dragged away by countless people dressed as iron armor and steel helmets, the sharpest sadistic memory and the killing were finally reincarnated, he saw this scene and felt hopeless and lost, and then, desperately woke up, desperately forgot everything just now, the broken everything that made people appear desperate in front of their eyes in the fantasy situation, at this moment his feelings finally had the feeling of reincarnation, because reincarnation is, in a sense, a desperate emotion at work, which makes people feel distressed and heartbroken, which is the most genuine feeling and helplessness of the inner abyss that reincarnation gives people!

Chapter 3: Dream Broken Peony Pavilion (II)

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This book was first published in the King of Books