No.18 Years of Waking of Insects

In the Song Mansion, it was dark and silent, only the moonlight shone on the backyard, as before.

With two red candles of different lengths in his arms, Song Yang led Liu Meisheng through the dog hole under the back wall and into the Song mansion with ease.

This is the first time since the mansion was sealed off, he came back here and took Liu Meisheng with him.

In the back garden, under the cool moonlight, the dark red and exquisite stage was still built there, and the red gauze on it fluttered slightly in the night wind, and a thin layer had accumulated on the stage where no one had ever sung. Ash.

He looked at the stage in front of him with a gloomy expression, and said in a clear voice, "It was originally built for you alone, but now...you have the opportunity to sing a Qingjiang opera on it, and perform a parting of life and death."

Listening to his sad statement, Liu Meisheng's handsome brows were slightly bent, and he said: "If you want to listen, you can do it now."

After all, he stepped onto the stage with a smile, and sang "Farewell to China" on the dim stage where only a ray of moonlight shone.

He doesn't have gorgeous costumes, delicate makeup, and thousands of fans applauding for him.All he had was a poor Song Yang, and only Song Yang.

"...Ren Fenghua, comfort Hongshang, just wait for the king to return before he returns..."

The clear singing voice resounded in the empty and silent place, and the light red gauze was blown up by the wind, covering half of his face like a cloud.

"Without hatred, the light year rotates, I only hope that the years will be as good as today..."

He seemed to see Gu Xiang standing outside the snow-swaying city gate again, waiting for the person in his heart to return indefinitely.

For more than ten years, he had sung Gu Xiang's entire life, and even himself fell into that puzzle, falling into a deep sleep.

"Song Yang."

On the stage, he suddenly stopped, and softly called out to the people who were watching him quietly.

"Huh?" Song Yang looked into his clear eyes.

"Do you know what the last twist of "Fu Hua Farewell" is?"

Seeing that he was asking so seriously, Song Yang replied, "I don't know."

I saw him slightly pursing his lips: "Gu Xiang died, the crown prince triumphantly returned."

Gu Xiang was 25 years old when he left the palace, and it has been six years since Fang Zuyuan was ordered to go to war.He built a thatched hut in a village outside the city and waited at the gate of the city every day for another six full years.In the winter when he was 31 years old, the snow fell heavily, and he still stood waiting at the gate of the city after suffering from the wind and cold, and finally fell on the snow, and was soon covered by the wind and snow, without a trace.

He thought that Gu Xiang must have been calm when he died.Maybe he finally found out that from the age of 16 to 19, Fang Zuyuan loved him and abandoned him until he led the army; from the age of 20 to 31, he expected the king to return for eleven years.In the entire 15 years of this period, what he got was ultimately not as fulfilling as his dream.

Then why not just lie in the frost and snow all over the sky and have an unfinished dream in this life.

Maybe he sleeps under the snow quilt forever, and one day, when Fang Zuyuan returns triumphantly, he will find himself when he passes the city gate, and he will think of everything about himself, and he will... Marry him as he promised, and we will be together buried in one place.

Liu Meisheng's plain face reflected the shadow of the moonlight, Song Yang knew that he must be feeling uncomfortable.

He stepped onto the stage with a gentle voice: "You are not Gu Xiang, you will not wait for someone until you die."

"Yeah, I'm not him, I still have you...we can still be together forever..." He murmured with a smile, looked at Song Yang again, and asked, "Then you know...why did I save Song Yang?" him?"

Song Yang was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and replied: "Is it Liangshu Toyosaki..."

He originally thought that there was no need for too many reasons for one person to save another, but Liu Meisheng, who grew up in the field of fame and wealth, had his own ulterior motives after all.

"Because I used to be lying dying in the alley like that, helpless and desperate. I wish a kind person could save me at that time." He said here, paused, "It's not that I was brought Enter this theater where I have spent my whole life, but take me home and give me a home..."

"Let's get married... right here."

As long as they became husband and wife, no matter how they wandered in the future, wherever they went would be the home he longed for.

Song Yang said as he took out the red candles that he had been carrying in his arms all the time, and lit them one by one with the matches in his pocket.Carefully place the candles next to the pillars on both sides, and in an instant, the fire is bright.

"Let's go first..." Song Yang put the candle away, suddenly became embarrassed, and stammered, "husband...worship to each other?"

Liu Meisheng immediately patted his head with a light smile, and said, "Idiot...it should be a prayer to heaven and earth."

"well."

Song Yang answered hesitantly, took his right hand, stood side by side with him, knelt down reverently, and said, "Bow to heaven and earth——"

They knocked their heads heavily on the stage, then the two slowly raised their heads, stood up again, and knelt down again with their backs facing each other, Liu Meisheng said: "Second obeisance to the high hall—"

After raising their heads, they looked at each other with a smile and stood up.Finally, facing each other, bowed deeply, put their heads close together, and said at the same time: "... Husband and wife worship each other."

In the huge garden, there was only one stage, which was brightly lit by candles, and the two of them cuddled together, sitting on the stage.

A gust of cold wind blew up the layers of red gauze hanging on the pillar, and the red gauze floated over the candles beside the pillar, and a little spark jumped on it.

"Why...why are they doing this to us..."

Liu Meisheng's almost whispering voice rang in Song Yang's ears. Song Yang stretched out his hand and gently touched his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Look, aren't we together now? After all, they have no right to stop."

The red gauze on both sides has been completely ignited, and the bright fire instantly illuminates the entire stage.

"If we're like this... can we be together forever?"

Liu Meisheng asked in a trembling voice, he had been in Rongcheng for half his life, and he thought that he could enter the drama too deeply and not be sober and sinking for the secular world.But he couldn't erase his humble desire at this time, and Song Yang's eternal prayer.

He is always afraid, whether it is the present moment or the future of nothingness.

Song Yang smiled and nodded, and replied firmly: "Yes, we have been together."

They once knelt outside the city gate together, and together they were reviled and scorned by the people in the city, but he hoped that his heart would remain the same and not be afraid of this dangerous world.

He is not Gu Xiang, and Gu Xiang is not him after all.He doesn't have to be tortured by the one he loves, so he doesn't have to suffer the condemnation of the world.He has been with him all his life, even if this life is over, there is still an afterlife between them, and they are destined to set foot on life after life.

At this time, the smoke became thicker and the fire gradually expanded.

The sound of "cracking" resounded throughout the garden, but outside the high walls, there was still that silent world, where ignorant people still existed.

The bright flames gradually dyed the dark night sky, and here, everything tonight belongs to the two of them only.

Liu Meisheng and Song Yang leaned against each other, holding hands tightly, and sang the words from "Fu Hua Farewell" in a low voice.

The half-lived bamboo branches are charming,

Traveling to and from the mountains, the clouds come and go.

After overthrowing Shuanghua for you,

I would like to use wind and snow as my wedding dress.

He sang the last curtain call of the play in a low voice, and the lingering sound lingered.

The moment the sound stopped, the stage collapsed.