Sleepless at night and rejoiced: "Xiaosheng is indeed going to cross the water to the east, and he is worried about buying a boat, if he can have the help of his noble brothers, it would be great!" ”

At the moment, I finished eating porridge and rice at night.

The hostess packed a lot for him to eat on the way. Summoned her husband to come and see the shop, and she led the sleepless walk east, through the lively town market.

After a mile of travel, there is a river that rushes straight into the bottom of the eye.

The river, coming from the north to the south, bends and waves, rippling with a breeze. The hostess said that this is the Lushui, which eventually flows into the Xiangjiang River.

In winter, when the water dries up, many pebbles on the river beach are exposed, and some children gather in groups to pick up pebbles, bask in the sun, chase and play, and enjoy the hard-won warm winter weather.

On both sides of the river, there are several ferries, which cut through the quiet water and alternately traveled from the east and west banks.

Because of today's warm weather, there are many people who go out for activities, and there are many people who are busy with their livelihood and affairs going back and forth between the two sides of the strait.

As a result, the ferry business is quite good.

The boatmen are full of red faces, the work can not be done, the small profits and more sales, the money is earned steadily and comfortably, while swaying while singing the boatman's song, very happy.

After waiting for a while with the crowd of guests, one of the largest ferries docked.

The boatman was a strong young man, with a tiger head and a tiger's brain, and he was kind enough to call his guests to come on board and sit on the boat.

His Hun family, like the hostess of the porridge shop, was also a stout woman, carrying a cloth bag, and collecting money from the guests on the boat one by one:

"Tong Suo is not bullied, and each person will be benefited by a copper plate!"

The hostess pulled the boatman and the young man, led him to sleepless night, and ordered him: "But don't take the money from this Xiucai master, the Xiucai master has given the money." ”

So saying, he took out ten copper plates and gave them to him.

The young man accepted the money, smiled heartily, nodded and said, "Since my sister has orders, how dare my brother accept them again." It's just that my sister, a friend who travels from south to north, is really a lot, what a Taoist monk, a fisherman, a farmer, a businessman, and today there is another one, a talented man who leads a white horse! Does my brother-in-law know about it? ”

The hostess slashed his head and covered his face and counted him down for a while, but she was not really angry, but she just laughed and scolded: "You laugh and laugh all day long, joke and tease your sister, you don't have a proper shape, begging for a beating!" ”

Sleepless at night led the horse to the boat, and the young man of the boatman specially reserved enough space for him, because it was not crowded.

He protected Yunsheng's head, said goodbye to his hostess, and headed for the east bank of the river.

The water is not more than a hundred feet wide, and it will not be long before it reaches the east bank.

I got off the boat sleepless at night, and saw that the east bank was another bazaar, with people coming and going, as if there were no less than the number of small towns on the west bank.

He couldn't help but be surprised: This White Rabbit Town is so prosperous?

The boatman's boy explained, "It's a market for hurrying here, and there are not so many people on weekdays, but only once every ten days. Visitors from both sides of the river, and even from Jiangxi, are here to exchange some information. ”

It also pointed out the direction of Yuanzhou Mansion in Jiangxi.

After thanking him all night, he led his horse across the bazaar and headed east.

In the midst of the noisy and noisy voices, there was a delicate drama that rushed and hooked up the goosebumps all over his body.

The voice sang: "The little nun is twenty-eight years old, she is in her youth, and her hair has been cut by the master. Every day, burn incense and exchange water in the Buddha hall......"

Sleepless listened to the refreshment, and hurriedly looked at the source of the sound.

I saw that between the paving, on a rare open space, a Hua Dan holding a whisk was dancing.

This Hua Dan doesn't have much heavy makeup, just dresses up as a monk and dresses up with a little powder, which is not the same identity as the "nun" in her lyrics.

The pretty face is slightly dewed with spring, and the autumn water is bursting with eyes.

The opera tone she sings is very special, the flavor seems to be original, the style and rhythm are exquisite, and she comes to Hubei from Henan without sleep at night, and she has rarely heard similar ones.

When I was a child, the social drama "Sifan" in my hometown in Henan, the lyrics are very similar to this, but the tune is far from it.

Only on the night of King Ji's Mansion, when he returned to rescue Lin Yuchai, the Tsing Yi Hua Dan he met by chance on the road was consistent with this.

"Well, Tsing Yi, Tsing Yi Hua Dan?"

Sleepless at night.

In the opera, Tsing Yi and Hua Dan are two different types of characters, but the sleepless night watching the play is not deep, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

Today, this Hua Dan has never worn green clothes, only wears black and white robes, and she has quietly changed her sleeplessness, when she is Hua Dan.

Leading the horse, going to the Hua Dan, seeing people coming and going in the market, she is like a fairy who has fallen into the world, lonely and self-admiring, dancing alone, singing solo, singing sadly, and resentful.

sang the sleepless night nine times from the bottom of his heart, it was difficult to hold himself, and with two lines of tears, he couldn't hold it and snatched it from his eyes.

Hurriedly wiped it lightly and brushed away the little wetness.

He took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, estimated to be only one or two, held the child, lowered his body, and gently placed it on the cloth laid in front of Hua Dan.

The cloth, before the night was sleepless, did not even have a copper plate.

Although the number of people coming and going in this way is huge, no one can appreciate it.

Everyone is running east and west, passing north and south, all for food and clothing, how can they have spare time to enjoy the show?

The drama is not without an audience.

The stage of local social drama and clan social drama is set up in various villages, and every New Year's Day, it is also a big flower face babbling wow, fragrant powder sweat warbler Yanyan, you sing and we appear.

The farmer in the audience listened to it as if he understood it or not, and said it indiscriminately, tentatively groped for a long time from his arms, fortunately, he was able to find a copper plate with oil and oil, I don't know what year and month he hid, trembling his hands, and pretending to be bold and threw it on the stage, enjoying a moment of thanks from the troupe.

This is the top luxury in life, and it is also the highlight moment of ordinary dramas.

And this Hua Dan didn't have such a highlight.

There was no one in front of her door, only a few squinting thugs who were ready to move, trying to come forward and take advantage.

Seeing that the sleepless night was coming, considering that most of the Xiucai masters had Confucian internal strength, the ruffians just accepted their contempt and only watched from a distance, ready to wait for them to leave, and then make plans.

Sleepless at night, he let go of the money, smiled at Hua Dan, and did not intend to interrupt her singing and listening to her thanks, but just led the horse, turned around, and continued to walk.

Hua Dan was slightly stunned when she saw the silver grain; Seeing the sleepless side face again, his eyes were in a trance, as if he remembered something, and the words in his mouth jumped for a while, and he didn't take the previous sentence, and sang directly:

"The slave is a female Jiao'e, not a man. Why is the waist yellow and wearing a straight jacket? ”

The body that was sleepless at night and was about to leave suddenly stagnated.

The voice, the words, the song.

There is a familiar style in it.