She sighed softly and said to Yao Zhiyun, "Although the two of them did not end up married, this life is worth it, after all, they were buried in one place in the end, and in the end they also achieved a good story in the world."

"The deceased is gone, why should the living be too persistent, we still have our lives to go on, live our own lives, and it can be regarded as fulfilling the regrets that they have not been able to achieve."

But Yao Zhiyun still couldn't stop crying bitterly: "But as soon as I returned to the capital and heard the news that the sixth senior brother had passed away seven years ago, how could I not be sad."

"By the time I left the capital, I had cut off all contact with everyone and everything here. I don't know anything about what happened to them, and I don't know until now, when I came back here, he had been gone for seven years."

"In the past seven years, although I have been married to someone else's concubine, I have never forgotten to miss him for a moment, and I always think about when I will have the opportunity to return to the capital and see him again. This time he finally came back, but he had already turned into a wisp of soul, and I was too late after all......

"Alas!" Lu Shuangshuang sighed heavily, seeing her crying so sadly, no matter how much she comforted her, she couldn't stop feeling sad.

Yao Zhiyun is infatuated with her senior brother Ming Jingxuan, she has heard about it before, but Ming Jingxuan has always had no intention of her.

But in order to make her senior brother happy, she would rather sacrifice herself to change, and now even if she is married to someone else, she has not forgotten him for a moment, and she is also an infatuated person in the end. But her infatuation was not able to exchange anything in the end.

Lu Shuangshuang sighed softly: "You are also a person of great affection, and you named your son Siyuan, which also has a certain meaning."

Yao Zhiyun wept and said, "I originally wanted to name my son Sixuan, that is, I miss Jingxuan, that is, I will think of the sixth senior brother alone for the rest of my life."

"But if it's really called this name, then Hu Jin will definitely notice something. If I let him know that I still have affection for Senior Brother Six, I'm afraid that our mother and son will not have a good time."

"So I can only name my son Siyuan, as the name suggests, I miss the distance, so Hu Jin can't say anything. Thinking far away, thinking far away, thinking about the old people in the distance. What I think about the most is that I will bet my life on someone who is healthy."

When she said that, her heart tingled again, and she closed her eyes in despair, mourning: "But in the end, it still failed to change his well-being."

"That's it, it's all." She sighed deeply, looked at the river, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with relief: "Maybe this is the choice that the sixth senior brother is willing to make, since he chose to jump into the river to die and accompany his beloved, what do I have to be sad about?"

"You're right, the dead are gone, so why should the living suffer needlessly. Life always has to go on, and how can we fall into that senseless suffering, and in the end, it will only increase the sentimentality."

There was a deep pain in her eyes, but she didn't cry anymore.

Today, she is no longer the little sister of Minghuitang who likes to play with her temper and drill the horns of the bull when she encounters a little thing.

At that time, some people were petted and some people were hurt, just for a trivial matter, and the senior brothers would comfort and coax them when they lost their temper.

But now, even if the pain and sorrow are greater than the sky, they can only bear it by themselves, and there will be no one to share it for themselves. If you don't become strong, no one will be able to redeem you.

"Lady Jane." Yao Zhiyun turned her head and asked Lu Shuangshuang, "You have lived in the capital city for many years, have you ever seen the senior brothers of the Minghui Hall in the past?" This time I'm back here, Minghui Hall no longer exists, and I can't find out their whereabouts anymore."

Lu Shuangshuang pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head and said to her, "Since you left Minghuitang and Xuan Gongzi jumped into the river to martyrdom, your two most popular artists are gone, and Minghuitang has never performed in public again."

"It is said that after the death of Prince Xuan, no one performed for them anymore, so it went out of business later, and then Minghuitang happened

Love is no longer cared for. After that, no one in the capital ever mentioned Minghui Hall again."

"Ugh." Yao Zhiyun sighed, shook her head gently, a faint sadness crossed her eyes, and she couldn't help sighing: "It's just that things are people, the sixth senior brother is no longer alive, the seventh senior brother and the eighth senior brother can't be found, and the past of the capital is gone in the current capital city."

"Even Minghui Hall, which was popular all over the capital back then, has now disappeared in the capital, and it is gone, it is gone."

At the mention of this, Lu Shuangshuang seemed to suddenly think of something, and said to Yao Zhiyun again: "But in recent years, I have heard that there is a pair of brothers in the capital city who are performing arts, walking the streets and alleys all the year round, playing and singing various small tunes, which is similar to the performance form of Minghuitang back then, could they be your senior brothers?"

Yao Zhi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she pondered again: "In the past, we had a total of nine senior brothers and sisters in Minghui Hall, but later the second senior sister got married, and the third senior brother, fourth senior brother and fifth senior brother also left Minghui Hall one after another."

"Later, Senior Brother ran away with the money, I married to the south again, and the Sixth Senior Brother jumped into the river to die, and the last remaining people in Minghui Hall were only the Seventh Senior Brother and the Eighth Senior Brother."

"Although their fame in the capital at that time was not as prosperous as me and the sixth senior brother, in the end, they were also the children of Master Minghuitang when he was alive, and they were all good at playing small songs or something. It is also possible that after the closure of Fai Tong, they still relied on their old skills to make a living."

"Lady Jane." She turned to Lu Shuangshuang again and asked, "Do you know where they are performing now? I want to see them."

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I've only heard it from the neighbors, and it's said that it's like it's in the southwest streets of the capital city, and they go there every day to play opera," Lu said.

After that, Lu Shuangshuang looked at the sky again, and before she knew it, the sunset gradually sank to the side of the mountain, and it was almost dusk, so she said to Yao Zhiyun, "It's not early, it's time for us to go back."

As she spoke, she beckoned to Fleur again, "Fleur, come, go home with your mother."

Fleur obediently ran back to her, and she said to Yao Zhiyun again, "Aunt Yao, take care and see you later."

Yao Zhiyun nodded lightly and said goodbye to Lu Shuangshuang, "Mrs. Jane walks slowly."

After Lu Shuangshuang and Furong left, Yao Zhiyun looked at the leisurely Shuiyue Lake, her eyes fluctuated, and she lowered her eyes and said to herself: "If they are really still in this capital city, it will not be in vain for me to come back to this capital city where things are wrong."

After Lu Shuangshuang left, Yao Zhiyun also left Shuiyue Lake with Siyuan, and went to the southwest streets and alleys according to the location Lu Shuangshuang said.

"Little sachets, long and half a world, how did fate trick people, and both souls returned to Shuiyue Lake......

In the southwest streets and alleys of the capital city, people come and go and are not lively, at the corner of the southwest streets and alleys, there is a group of passers-by who come and go, and from this crowd comes the sound of a small song played by ancient musical instruments.

Yao Zhiyun followed the voice, and took Siyuan to squeeze forward with passers-by.

In the center of the crowd sat two men of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, one holding a sanxian in his hand and the other an erhu, singing and playing music.

The two of them are mediocre in appearance, but they can be regarded as dignified, and they are both dressed in coats and long shirts. Although they are not very old, there are a bit of vicissitudes between their eyebrows, as if they have been eroded by a hard life.

The melody of the little song is tactful, with a hint of sadness, and it is slowly spoken under the soundtrack of the three strings and erhu, which is even more poignant and emotional, as if the book is telling a story of the desolation.

「…… I hope that in the next life, we will stay together for a long time, and we will grow old together......

"Okay, good, so good at singing!"

After the song was over, passers-by cast approving glances at the pair of performing brothers, and applauded warmly, throwing the copper coins and tickets in their hands into the porcelain bowl placed in front of them.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for joining us!" The two brothers stood up and bowed incessantly to thank the passers-by.

One of the passers-by asked the two brothers, "This little song is a recent release in the capital city, why haven't I heard it before, but it's really good, it seems to tell a story."

One of the two brothers said, "This little song was written by our brothers and put it out for everyone to play, and it tells a long story."

Another of them said, "This is a true story that once happened to us. If you'd like to have a show, we'd like to tell you the story."

"Okay, let's talk, let's listen......"

Seeing that passers-by were interested in this story, the two brothers slowly narrated: "This story will start from the 15th year of the Republic of China. At that time, there was a girl in Yunshui Village in western Beijing, and her name was Song Qinglian."

"And in the capital, there is a performing arts troupe, and the name of one of the most popular artists is Ming Jingxuan. By chance, the girl met the handsome boy, and later ......."

Everything around the corner of this street was seen by Yao Zhiyun, and her tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes, with a little joy in her eyes, but with the vicissitudes of worry, with a little excitement, "It's the seventh senior brother and the eighth senior brother, it's really the two of them, they're still there, they're really still there......