Little Tsing Yi always teases me live [Ancient Wear Today]

After the judges announced that they won the top three anchors in the first PK competition, Fang Wuqiu tidied up the dirty costumes and makeup items in the dressing room, packed them up and left the gymnasium.

Although it was expected that he did not get the desired ranking, Fang Wuqiu still felt regretful.

After he and Chu Qian sent text messages, the phone happened to be running out of battery, so he simply turned it off, and slowly went outside with the suitcase to take the car.The gymnasium is located in the bustling area of ​​the city, and the venue is very large. It takes at least ten minutes to walk from the dressing room to the outermost part.There are pedestrians coming and going along the way, Fang Wuqiu is alone, and his thoughts drift away slowly as he walks.

The pipa he played and sang just now had not been prepared in advance. This is the second time he played the pipa in this era.The sound of the pipa was desolate, and he knew that the audience in the live broadcast room would not listen very attentively, but in the end he chose her.

The song was composed by my father, and Fang Wuqiu missed him very much.

It was his first time to participate in a live broadcast competition. When he went to the amusement park with Brother Ruan and Mr. Chu Qian a few days ago, he began to feel anxious. Recently, he always remembered what happened a hundred years ago.

Fang Wuqiu couldn't help slowing down a lot, his eyes were a little dazed and unfocused.

The gymnasium has a wide view, the strong sunlight shines on it, and the strength is stronger. He feels hotter and hotter when he is carrying the luggage, and the sweat is oozing finely and densely on his forehead, which is sticky and uncomfortable.

There is no place to rest nearby. He saw a towering old tree in the distance, so he wanted to go under the tree to take a rest, but when he was about to go there, someone chased him and shouted to him to stop pace.

The voice was very sweet, it was a girl calling, Fang Wuqiu turned his head, and saw Wu Xiaoyun and Miss Tiantang running towards him.

"Fang Wuqiu, why didn't you wait for us in the dressing room?"

As soon as Tiantang approached, she whispered, and quickly opened her mouth. After finishing speaking, she took out her mobile phone from her satchel and asked for contact information: "I have to pay for your clothes. Let's add WeChat?"

Wu Xiaoyun also stood by the side, with a magnanimous face, and said lightly, echoing her best friend: "What Tiantang said is that Fang Wuqiu and we know each other anyway, how can we do it too well? Repaying debts is a matter of course, Tiantang The family is not short of money."

"Yes." Tiantang raised her eyebrows and said in a low voice after speaking, "Don't act like I bullied you, it won't sound good if it spreads."

Fang Wuqiu was already sleepy, but he couldn't help but open his mouth when he heard the two of them chattering coquettishly in their ears.He took a deep breath, looked at the two of them calmly, and said, "I think it's good to spread the word."

The boy's voice was light, like a mountain spring.

These words surprised the two of them, they almost didn't realize it, Tiantang winked, glanced at Wu Xiaoyun, then heard the latter smile, and replied: "Fang Wuqiu, what do you mean?"

Fang Wuqiu looked directly at the two of them, and chuckled: "Otherwise, why are you making such a fuss? It must be because it is beneficial to spread the word."

Wu Xiaoyun and Tiantang looked at each other and looked at each other.

Fang Wuqiu looked at both of them feeling tired, his hand holding the suitcase tightened for no reason, and he turned to leave: "I don't care about the clothes, but it doesn't mean I'm ignorant. You don't need others to tell you what you have done."

Originally, he didn't want to catch wind and shadow, and be suspicious at will, but he was already upset when Wu Xiaoyun's fans swiped the screen maliciously during the first live broadcast.Later, Wu Xiaoyun switched to Hairong just at that time, and the editor Luo Luo told him twice that the other party was probably at the time thinking of fighting like a bird, and seeing that she was showing her sharpness, she was afraid that she would seize the contract with Hairong.

After all, at that time, Luo Fei, who was the director of the Hairong project, was still on the sidelines of Panda, hesitant to sign Wu Xiaoyun.As a result, he was full of scandals and rumors abounded, and the rumors seemed to be exhausting Wu Xiaoyun. How could Luo Fei dare to sign him, so he quickly took Wu Xiaoyun to Hairong.

After several days of fermentation, these things are no longer secrets within Xiong Miaomiao. Everyone is not a fool, and they all know it well. They just want to hang out in the circle without making it ugly.

As for the few words A said before leaving just now, he also vaguely understood.

Fang Wuqiu smiled helplessly, and didn't want to do anything to embarrass the girl, so he shook his head and left with the box.

Although he didn't want to pursue it, Tiantang also had a delicate and unforgiving character. Seeing him speak like this, even if it was true, he still felt uncomfortable.Her cute and beautiful face immediately wrinkled, she quickly caught up with Fang Wuqiu, and pulled him back abruptly.

"Fang Wuqiu, speak clearly!"

The little girl was quite strong, and Fang Wuqiu, who was walking slowly, didn't pay attention at all, and her body was pulled back.

The box full of costumes and makeup items fell to the ground with a "bang", making a loud noise, attracting passers-by around.

Tiantang stomped her feet angrily at his indifferent appearance, her face full of squeamishness that refused to admit defeat.

Fang Wuqiu glanced at Tiantang and the two lightly: "I've made it very clear." His expression was speechless: "Do you really think I can't get the monitoring of the dressing room?"

The two paused for a few seconds, Tiantang was furious, and wanted to say more, but was pulled by Wu Xiaoyun and shook her head.

Seeing the two of them like this, Fang Wuqiu felt tired and didn't even want to talk anymore, so he knelt down to pick up the box.

I was a little dizzy when I stood up, Fang Wuqiu didn't care, thinking that the oil paint inside must have been dangling in a mess again, so I shook my head vigorously, and walked slowly to the bench next to the tree to sit on.

Tiantang and Wu Xiaoyun had already cursed and left when he was picking up the boxes. Now that there was no one around and it was quiet, he put the boxes on the seat beside him, lowered his head, and carefully took out the oil paint for inspection.

It's just that he bowed his head for a long time, his mind inevitably became dizzy, and his eyes were blurred.

He shook his head, and suddenly felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them no matter what, he just wanted to sleep.

Fang Wuqiu tilted his head, leaned softly against the wooden chair, closed his eyes, and had a distant dream.

In the dream, he was dizzy, as if his head had been hit by a brick, and he couldn't see the road ahead clearly. He just remembered to keep going straight, don't look back, and he could see the person he wanted to see.

The theater troupe built by skilled craftsmen in the south of the Yangtze River, the brocade and embroidered curtains cover the history of the troupe for hundreds of years.

Suddenly the curtain was lifted.

In the hazy fog in front of Fang Wuqiu, he saw a familiar troupe, which was exactly the same troupe as Yu Chao Jiangnan, and the buildings and furnishings around him were as vague as they were when he left.

Fang Wuqiu was overjoyed and opened his eyes wide.

Father and mother are also the same as before, dressed in colorful and colorful costumes, walking on the stage gracefully and gracefully, babbling and singing that familiar and heavy song.

The strange thing is that it was supposed to be a lively spectator area, but it was empty and there was no one there.

They sang very engrossed, but when the melodious and jumping music sounded, the two of them held their necks high, threw away their sleeves, and knelt down on the ground.The pleated skirt bloomed like a flower, and the white sleeves were raised one after another, before finally falling quietly beside her.

Everything seems to stop.

Parents did not stand up for a long time, Fang Wuqiu suddenly felt pain in his heart. In just a few seconds, the heart that was originally beating excitedly seemed to be gripped by a hand with sharp nails, like a devil. Squeeze it mercilessly.

His throat was also choked, and he couldn't speak anything. A thick white fog rose again in front of his eyes. His parents and even the troupe suddenly disappeared. Fang Wuqiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Father, mother—"

He couldn't speak, and wanted to call his parents' names, but he couldn't at all, so he could only open his mouth desperately, making opening and closing movements of his mouth.

Tears fell without warning, from his reddened eyes.

Fang Wuqiu felt sore in his heart, so uncomfortable, he clutched his chest with tears in his eyes, and stretched out his other hand, timidly wanting to touch the mist.

The fog dissipated instantly, and Fang Wuqiu was stunned.

His father and mother reappeared in front of his eyes, he raised his eyes in surprise, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with joy, and wanted to say a lot, "Dad and mother, I—"

Stopped abruptly.

The familiar picture in front of me is constantly changing, and the sea is changing.

Father and mother were aging rapidly in front of his eyes, with a kind smile on the corners of their mouths, as if they wanted to say something to him, but they only opened their mouths but did not say anything. In the end, they could only face the entrance of Tanyang Town with regret, and closed their eyes , fell into a deep sleep.

The brothers of the troupe left one after another. The troupe with red walls and white tiles was covered with moss and left unattended.

Fengshuang began to suppress this small Jiangnan town.

The monument of Tanyang town built on the small mountain road in the south of the Yangtze River is covered by weeds. The road is deserted and there are no human footprints.

Later, several houses were built here.

Later, the house was dilapidated and unoccupied, and became a deserted house abandoned by ghosts and ghosts.

A scholar passed by here, and accidentally picked up a yellow and old ancient book in the house, and put it in the book basket casually, with his head held high, and he walked leisurely around the world.

……

Fang Wuqiu didn't move, just stared at the scene in front of him, all the strength was taken away.

He stared closely at the scholar's back, watching him settle down in a quaint village, get married, have a son, have grandchildren, and die.Watching the scholar's children grow up, learning to sing with that old book, getting married, having children... and so on.

Fang Wuqiu blinked his eyes lightly, and the tears easily slid down his cheeks, one drop or two, and finally the tears were hazy and covered the eyelashes.

He realized that it was time for him to wake up, but he wanted to hear what was the last sentence of his parents?However, his father and mother have disappeared, and he just saw the figure of the old book, which was copied by every generation of the scholar, and his children and grandchildren once sat obediently on the threshold and read it carefully.

Two seconds before waking up, the naughty child jumped out to play, stepped on weeds and wild flowers, and left old books at the entrance of the village while playing.

At the entrance of the village stands a stone monument overwhelmed by wind and frost.

The stele is engraved with the words: Wanzikou.

The author has something to say: I will not be bullied in vain.Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. Ps: This sentence refers to the 1979 edition of Shi Si's "Man in the Rivers and Lakes".

Key words in this chapter: offspring of scholars =v=

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of demon foxes; 2 bottles of king pets; 1 bottle of mirry is rice grains;

Thank you for your support~