May this life be gentle forever

When she was nine years old, Jiang Yue was scolded by her father for being clumsy and unable to learn the piano. When she was squatting alone in the woods outside the house and crying secretly, she accidentally heard an intermittent but very pleasant opera voice not far away.

It was a boy's voice, and although it was beautiful, she felt that it sounded lonely.Because she couldn't feel the slightest warmth from this touching voice.

Dad likes to watch operas, he always said that only the tunes of the past have not been abandoned by today's society.He often took her with him when he went to listen. After listening to it so many times, she understood a little bit.For a moment, she felt... this person, she wanted to know.

She pushed aside the fragrant and tangled flowers and leaves in front of her eyes, poked forward a little, and saw such a person.

The boy was about her age, with waist-length hair simply tied up, a slender figure wrapped in a mottled plain dress, lightly twirling his orchid fingers, and turning slightly, his feminine side face was shrouded in the sun, reflecting that the face belonged to Du Liniang. The sad mood, but the eyes are flat and empty, which makes people feel cold.

The moment he turned his head, he found her standing here in a daze. He frowned, closed his hands and closed his mouth, and looked at the nameless intruder with a little dissatisfaction.

He didn't speak, she stood there stupidly for a long time, and then she pretended to be shy and blessed him: "It's so abrupt, it disturbed the young master's elegance."

"It's not about elegance." With his hands on his back, he opened his mouth with flat eyes, his voice was clear and sweet, unlike the young man next to him, it really made people's hearts tremble.

It took Jiang Yue a long time to realize what he meant... not to mention elegant, but you did bother me.But fortunately, her mind was muddled at that time, and she didn't understand the meaning of what he said, so there was a future.

Jiang Yue originally wanted to leave here, but when she took a closer look, she found that the boy's forehead seemed to be injured, so she hurried a few steps up to him, took out the fragrant silk from her bosom, frowned and spread it on him on tiptoe: "Since it is Du Liniang, you shouldn't hurt your face."

The young man paused, supported the fragrant silk on his forehead and faded it back, his eyes flickered slightly: "Mind your own business."

Although Jiang Yue is already a down-and-out child, she has also been spoiled since she was a child. No one taught her like this except her father, so she couldn't help puffing up: "You..."

The young man said nothing, just stood there and looked at her with cold eyes, then put the handkerchief on his forehead back into her hand: "You don't need this, take it back."

Jiang Yue looked at the bloodstains on the handkerchief, gritted her teeth angrily, and forgot to pretend to be a lady of her family for a while, and shouted: "How can you be like this? They kindly lent it to you, and if the blood is stained, don't wash it. Give it back to others?"

The boy's eyes were dark and deep, as mysterious and charming as the night sky. He pursed his lips and stared at her for a while, then stretched out his long and slender hand, and took back the fragrant silk handed over by her, his eyes suddenly turned like a river of stars, hiding a smile meaning.

The young man's thin lips curled up lightly, his long and narrow eyebrows narrowed, and his finely crafted facial features retreated from the cold feeling. In the early spring, all the cold surroundings were instantly warmed up.

Jiang Yue froze suddenly, as if time stood still at that moment, she didn't know that such a cold face could smile so beautifully.

In a trance, she heard the young man smile and say: "I thought she was a young lady, but she can be so aggressive when she hurts people. After all, the times are so different, and people have become different from before. It really opened Xu's eyes. "

The young man's words were tricky and sarcastic, but what made Jiang Yue refrain from kicking him was the miserable scar on his thin white arm between the cuffs when he raised his hand to hide his smile.

She looked at the scars on his cuffs in a daze, thinking that there were only so many wounds on his arms, and she didn't know how many were on his body.

While she was in a daze, the young man had already suppressed his smile, stretched his wrinkled sleeves, and passed her by with a calm face: "Xu Qingyi, a disciple of Li Ban of Yumenglou in the west of the capital, if you need help , you can come to me."

It took Jiang Yue a long time to come back to her senses, staring back at the young man's back, but the man had long since disappeared... What do you mean she is in need!This person is really rude, he borrowed her handkerchief and didn't return it to her in a proper manner, so why should she ask for it in person?

He still kept his mouth shut and said that people are different every year, and it is strange that he is the only one, okay?

Jiang Yue went home so angrily, completely forgetting that she and her father were still angry, and under the startled eyes of the little maid, she took a step and sat down in front of her father, and took a sip of water carelessly.

The result was that her father scolded her again, saying that she didn't repent, that she didn't look like a daughter's family, and she was released after three days of confinement.

After that, when she thought of the name Xu Qingyi, she hated her teeth even more. After holding it in for a long time, she no longer wronged herself, and kept her mouth open and silent with the little girl who served her all day long. There was only such a person around, why Xu Qingyi Unreasonable, Xu Qingyi is a rascal, Xu Qingyi...has a nice smile.

The little maid standing by the side looked up at her stiffly, and asked with some embarrassment: "Miss...you don't scold him, you praise him instead?"

Jiang Yue blushed, stared and slapped the table: "Who said that! Miss Ben is just thinking about when I can get the handkerchief back!"

The little maid shrank her neck and dared not speak any more, thinking that you have so many handkerchiefs, how come you lack one.

Jiang Yue felt that she didn't want to see this person, but she was unhappy that this person was holding her things, so she had to think of this person over and over again.

But people who are destined will meet no matter what.

On the day of her tenth birthday, before she could mention it, her father, who had settled down with her, cheerfully took her to Yumenglou to listen to an opera.

She is really her good father... Jiang Yue rolled her eyes, and sat in the banquet with a smile, drinking tea and eating snacks, and began to look around, thinking that it was so wonderful, finally had the opportunity to let When she meets this guy, she will definitely have a chance to make him look good.

I have to say that Mr. Li's troupe is really good, but she waited and waited, but she couldn't see the person she wanted to see.

The waiting time was too long, and she was restless enough to be childish. When she couldn't help but get up and go for a walk outside, the whole place suddenly fell into darkness.

Just when everyone started to panic, a ray of light suddenly shot out from the old stage, and the moment the gongs and drums rang together, everyone fell silent, only to see a 14-year-old girl in a pink costume standing in front of her. central.

I saw her raise her figure, hold the moon with both hands, and slowly turn around amid everyone's sighs. Although her facial features were covered by thick makeup, she couldn't see her real eyebrows clearly, but the delicate look in her eyes But still people can't help being crazy.

At the moment when Jiang Yue was stupefied, she saw her thin lips lightly open as her beautiful eyes flowed: "Dreams return to the warbler, chaotic years are everywhere, people stand in small courtyards and deep courtyards, smoke is exhausted, throwing broken embroidery threads, what a shame!" This spring is as close as last year."

As soon as this round-the-world tour opened, people were speechless in amazement. Although Jiang Yue was young, she had seen many wonderful plays in the past.I don't know why, but there is no play that can compare to the phrase "the beautiful day is beautiful but the sky is beautiful" by the half-grown girl in front of me.

She heard her father repeatedly sighing: "This girl is really good. After she becomes famous in time, we may not be able to listen to this joke."

Jiang Yue knew little, so she could only nod with her mouth open, and stared at the stage almost unblinkingly.

When the song is over, it seems like a lifetime away.

Jiang Yue endured the shock in her heart, took a breath quietly, and when she raised her eyes, she found that the girl on the stage seemed to be staring at her vaguely.Before she had time to think about what was going on, the girl had brought a group of people to her.She raised the corners of her lips, and her voice was as gentle as broken jade: "Miss Jiang, on behalf of Yu Menglou, I wish you a happy birthday. I hope you will have today every year, and today every year."

Jiang Yue couldn't help trembling when she heard her voice, and when she took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom and put it in her bosom, she suddenly realized: "Good job Xu Qingyi!"

Dad looked at Jiang Yue who was jumping up like a monkey, and couldn't help turning a dark face: "What does it look like, sit down for me!"

She was very cowardly, trembling all over with fright at this sentence, leaned back, and sat back on the chair.

Between the heavy makeup and heavy ink, she saw a smile gradually appear in Xu Qingyi's eyes, and her face turned red before she knew it, she didn't know whether it was from anger or something else.She didn't want to maliciously speculate on anyone, but now that she thought about it, what Xu Qingyi said just now meant that every year has today, and every year has today.

Obviously trying to piss her off.

"Father" Jiang Yue asked angrily, "Do you know he is a man?"

"Really?" Dad was very surprised, looking at Xu Qingyi's eyes with a little more curiosity and appreciation: "Then the singing in this play is even better."

Jiang Yue failed to achieve her goal, she gritted her teeth and pinched the silk handkerchief in her hand and looked at Xu Qingyi's back with hatred.

Many years later, Jiang Yue thought about how beautiful her sentence "every year has today, every year has today" is, and what a luxurious dream it should be.

Before leaving, she always wanted to see Xu Qingyi, so as to make up for the losses she had suffered a few times, so she said to her father that she had to thank their troupe for the opportunity to enter behind the curtain, and Xu Qingyi said yes Without shouting out, I heard the noise inside.

It can't be said to be a noise, it should be just a man's scolding: "Tell me, have you offended Miss Jiang's family, you bastard!"

Jiang Yue's heart tightened when she heard this, and she immediately ran inside: "What are you doing?"

At that time, Mr. Li was rolling up his sleeves, holding a short whip in one hand, and pressing Xu Qingyi, who had taken off his make-up and costume, on the dressing table with the other, and beat him fiercely.That ruthlessness is simply frightening.

But Xu Qingyi changed his glamorous appearance on the stage, and lay on the dressing table with his eyes tightly closed, his face was pale, and his smooth forehead was covered with sweat.The most important thing is that he never struggled to resist from the beginning to the end.When he closed his eyes tightly, he was like a pool of stagnant water, never having any hope for anything in this world.

I don't know why, seeing this scene, Jiang Yue felt sore and suddenly became ruthless. She picked up a chair on the side and threw it at Mr. Li: "What are you, you are not allowed to hit anyone!"

Xu Qingyi froze, opened his eyes slowly, and turned to look at the tearful Jiang Yue, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

This is a short story, and the update will be very slow (after all, there is no manuscript), so it is enough to guarantee that it will not be supervised, at least four or five times a week?There are a lot of favorites and comments, and I will definitely add more. I hope you like it. Although it is sadomasochism, I didn't say it was be...