The Romance of the West Chamber: The Bells are Ringing

I saw Zhang Sheng attracted by the romance of the brothel, a charming place full of art, music and personal love. He walked into a brothel and was instantly surrounded by beautiful dancing girls and singing girls. The lights are dim and the candlelight flickers, creating a mysterious and romantic atmosphere.

Qin Tong shouted hurriedly behind Zhang Sheng: "Langjun! Langjun!"

Zhang Sheng didn't even look back, and said impatiently: "You dog slave, you are really troublesome! Just go back and don't worry about me!"

The woman greeting the guests at the door smiled charmingly at the piano boy and said, "Oh, this young man, are you coming with your husband? Come in quickly!" She stretched out her hand to pull the piano boy's arm.

The piano boy was startled when he saw the women greeting guests on both sides smiling brightly, revealing their snow-white shoulders, and their chests were tightly wrapped, ready to come out. The nose was filled with a refreshing fragrance, and I became a little obsessed without realizing it. When the woman's slender hand almost touched my arm, I woke up like a dream and thought: "How can I enter this place?"

He quickly stepped back and said in a tight voice: "No, no, no, no need!"

He pulled up the horse's reins and ran away in embarrassment.

In the brothel, a dancer is wearing a gauze, dancing gracefully, like a fairy descending to earth. She danced her slender arms and her dance sleeves fluttering, as if she was showing a celestial dance to the audience. Zhang Sheng was filled with admiration for the dance and couldn't help but exclaim: "This dance is really intoxicating, like a living picture."

The person next to him nodded repeatedly, also intoxicated by the performance, and responded: "Yes, the brothel dancers in Chang'an are the embodiment of art. Their dancing and music make people forget all their worries."

The geisha on the stage began to sing a melodious song. Her singing voice was like the sound of nature, elegant and touching. Zhang Sheng closed his eyes and listened to the singing of the singing girl, feeling deeply moved in his heart. He thought to himself: "Music and art can touch people's hearts and convey emotions. This is the source of inspiration for our creations."

The lights in the brothel were brightly lit, and the gauze was like a dream. Zhang Sheng's eyes reflected the agile figures of the singers. They were sitting or standing, as beautiful as flowers.

Zhang Sheng saw the singers stroking the strings, their voices low, but their eyes revealed a trace of confusion unconsciously. He thought in his heart: "Are these laughter and laughter everything I pursue?" This question is as deep and difficult to answer as the night.

A singer in crimson clothes walked over lightly, her smile as warm as the spring breeze: "Mr. Sir, have you fallen into deep thought again tonight?" Her voice was melodious, and seemed to be able to penetrate the deepest loneliness in people's hearts.

Zhang Sheng raised his head, with a hint of sadness in his eyes: "Behind this prosperity, I always feel a little bit empty."

The singer sat next to him and listened softly, with a hint of understanding in her eyes. She said softly: "There is an unknown desert in everyone's heart, and you are not alone."

Zhang Sheng was silent for a while, then shook his head slightly, and returned to his usual suave temperament: "Maybe you are right, tonight, let us put down the burden in our hearts and share this romantic night."

They raised their glasses together. The wine was as clear as amber. A trace of complicated emotions flashed in Zhang Sheng's eyes, but they were quickly covered up by the laughter.

The singers began to sing and dance. Every move they made was full of temptation and charm. Their laughter seemed to be able to dispel all the sorrow. Zhang Sheng looked at them, but couldn't help but think in his heart: "Can these joys and fine wines really fill the void in my heart?"

But only he himself knows this issue. He turned his gaze to the deep night sky outside the window, where there was endless darkness and unknown, just like the depths of his soul.

As the night went on, the singing gradually became darker. Zhang Sheng stood up and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the prosperity into his chest. He said softly: "Although the romance in this brothel is beautiful, it is also a dream."

The singers stopped dancing one by one and looked at him, with a trace of imperceptible surprise and melancholy flashing in their eyes.

Zhang Sheng sat on the brocade, wearing a slightly messy blue shirt. His eyes were hazy, and his thoughts were wandering between the distant West Wing and the prosperity in front of him. The singers were like butterflies flying around him, singing and dancing, their clothes fluttering, but his heart was wandering in the thoughts of Cui Yingying.

Zhang Sheng thought in his heart: "Is Yingying also in the west wing at this moment, staring at the moonlight and missing me?" Zhang Sheng felt a trace of guilt in his heart, but was quickly drowned out by the voice of self-justification. He was looking for excuses for his behavior, thinking: "Life is too short to stay in a corner. Tonight, I should enjoy myself as much as I can."

A singer walked up to Zhang Sheng lightly and said softly: "Mr. Lang, you seem to have a lot of things on your mind today. Do you think of your sweetheart?" Her voice was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but Zhang Sheng felt tense in his heart.

Zhang Sheng forced out a smile and replied: "Beauty, your singing and dancing are enough to make people forget all their worries. Tonight, let us have fun." Although his voice was relaxed, there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Along with the sound of pipa, the singers' dance became more and more charming. Zhang Sheng was surrounded by excitement and laughter, but he felt like an isolated island. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the night sky outside the window, and his thoughts drifted into the distance again. The character thinks in his mind: "Yingying, are you looking at the night sky now? Can you feel my thoughts?"

A singer gently took Zhang Sheng's hand, interrupting his meditation. She smiled and said: "Mr. Lang, you seem to be absent-minded. Come, dance with us." Zhang Sheng was forced to return to reality, and his mood was complicated and difficult to understand.

Zhang Sheng stood up and stepped onto the dance floor. He dances to the music, but every move feels like he's at war with his own heart. The character thinks in his mind: "Tonight's carnival may be able to temporarily cover up my missing for Yingying. But how will I face myself tomorrow?"

The dance music gradually came to an end, but Zhang Sheng's mood fluctuated like the tide. He thought in his mind: "Yingying, if you know my choice tonight, how will you treat me?"

The lights in the brothel flickered, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of wine and women's pollen. Zhang Sheng was sitting on the soft couch, and the singer in front of him was caressing the pipa, as tenderly as water. One glass after another, the mellow wine flowed into his throat like a river.

He thought to himself: "This wine seems to bring me to meet Yingying in my dream." Zhang Sheng's cheeks gradually turned red and his eyes began to blur. He looked at the singer's face in front of him, which gradually blurred and seemed to turn into Cui Yingying's beautiful figure.

The singer asked softly: "Mr. Zhang, do you want to continue drinking?" Her voice was gentle and seductive, with a silent charm in her eyes.

Zhang Sheng answered vaguely: "Yingying, is it you? You are finally here." His tone was full of affection and surprise. The drunkenness made his thoughts blurred, and the singer in front of him completely changed in his eyes to the Cui Yingying he was thinking of.

The singer was startled for a moment, then realized that Zhang Sheng was drunk. She smiled softly and said playfully: "Mr. Lang, you have finally waited for me." Her voice was full of tenderness and sweetness.

There was a burst of sweetness and excitement in Zhang Sheng's heart, and he thought: "I unexpectedly meet Yingying here again. Is this an arrangement of fate?" He forgot where he was at the moment, completely immersed in the fantasy he had spun. middle.

The singer gently helped Zhang Sheng sit up more comfortably. She touched his forehead with her fingers and said in a soft voice: "Mr. Lang, you are drunk. Let me take care of you."

Zhang Sheng stared at her, his eyes full of gratitude and obsession. He gently grabbed the singer's hand and smiled: "Yingying, you are finally here."

As the night deepened, Zhang Sheng fell in love with the singer under the influence of alcohol and hallucinations. He opened his eyebrows several times and gradually fell asleep. The singer gently tucked him into bed and said softly: "Mr. Sir, I hope you can meet the love in your heart in your sweet dreams."

The moonlight shines on Zhang Sheng's face, and his expression looks both calm and complicated. I thought in my heart: "Yingying, even in my dream, I am willing to accompany you." Late at night, the hustle and bustle in the brothel gradually subsided, leaving only Zhang Sheng's smile and silent thoughts in his dream.