Looking at Pearl Rolling Blinds from afar

Is the teahouse business doing well?Those who are officials, warfighters, businessmen, former dynasties, and rookies are not worried at all, even a dilapidated bannerman dares to come here to play hooligans.What we do is this business. If you like it, you will be rewarded with money, and if you don't like it, you will be slapped in the face. "

"You're right, it's not easy for us."

"So, I don't think you really don't want to sing anymore, you may just be a little scared after the conflict."

"Maybe. It's really not that easy to let go. I have been learning opera since I was ten years old, and it has been seven years now." After he finished speaking, he looked out the window.

Looking at the bustling crowd outside the window, I think he seems to be looking for some memories that belong to him.

Chapter 4

"Come here, I'll help you find a troupe."

He turned his head and looked at the empty stage not far away, with a little disappointment in his blurred eyes.

I couldn't help but think of Shang Junqiu who was removing makeup in the thatched cottage again. The youthful and elegant expression on his face made me slightly shocked, "No, you still have to sing, the stage is what really belongs to you."

Two days later, I took Shang Junqiu to Wufu Class to find Mr. Wang Yuqing who had taught me to sing.The husband simply asked about Shang Junqiu's situation, and asked him to try singing two verses first.Shang Junqiu first sang a section of "Er You in the Red Chamber", and then sang a section of "Hua Tian Cuo", and then stood beside the husband respectfully.

Mr. Wang Yuqing frowned, "Jun Qiu can be regarded as pretty in terms of appearance, but his singing voice is a little immature, and his body skills are not smooth enough to be on stage."

"Mr. is very good at pointing out." Shang Junqiu.

"I think Jun Qiu's singing is better than Hua Dan in my teahouse." I said anxiously.

"You are just a piece of wood with your little ability. Can you see what kind of tricks you have? This is going to be on the stage. After singing a few words, the audience will lift the gate and leave." The husband looked at me and scolded for a while, then looked at me Shang Junqiu said coldly: "Go back and practice again."

"Sir, he has no troupe now, where should he go to practice?"

"I don't care about that." After speaking, Mr. Wang Yuqing stood up and walked away.

Seeing Mr.'s background turn and disappear, Shang Junqiu sighed.

Another day later, I dragged my father and accompanied Shang Junqiu to the Wufu class again. This time we directly found the class leader.The class leader exchanged greetings with his father, and his father directly explained the purpose of his visit—to let Shang Junqiu stay in the Wufu class for a year to learn opera. .When the class leader heard this, he called the manager over again.

Mr. Wu, who was in charge, came to Shang Junqiu, first patted his head, and then raised his eyebrows, "Listen to the a cappella."

"The most tantalizing thing is this year. If you don't have anything low, you will come up high. It turns out that the heart of spring is flying everywhere. It's the sleeping tea that grabs the line of the skirt, and it's just that the flower is like a heart that is drawn to the good..."

"Okay, let's stop here." Mr. Wu glanced at Shang Junqiu, then at my father, and finally turned his attention to the class leader, "The singing is a bit jerky."

"He is still in the period of changing his voice." I reminded him.

Mr. Wu glanced at me, and then said to the head teacher: "You should be able to watch it if you play a female role, but I don't know how much progress you can make after studying for a year or so. Talent varies from person to person, so it's hard to say."

I poked Shang Junqiu who was standing next to me with my arm again.He glanced at me, raised his head and said to the class master: "If the class master can not give up, Jun Qiu must practice hard, and at least he will learn how to behave."

"This child is a close friend of mine. When he is helpless, he is a good friend. He sings for a living. Not long ago, he lost the opera troupe. If the troupe master can accept it, let us take care of him. Let him learn skills. Let’s come out again. If you come out with a name, you will never forget the kindness of Wufu’s cultivation.”

"Boss Shen, you are being polite. The Wufu class has been taken care of by Boss Shen for the past few years. Since you have asked, of course I will accept it." After finishing speaking, the class teacher looked at Shang Junqiu and said, "Can you bear the hardship?"

"I can bear it." Shang Junqiu said with a determined face.

"Then you can stay. But this master?"

"If you go the way of Huadan, you should go to Mr. Wang Yuqing." Mr. Wu, who is in charge, said.

"Okay, then Mr. Wang." The head teacher said.

Hearing this, I almost jumped out of the chair happily.Although I worship Mr. Wang Yuqing as a teacher and learn from old students, but what Mr. Wang is best at is Hua Dan.In the past, Mr. Wen entered the palace and sang Huadan for Cixi. If he hadn't eaten the wrong herbal medicine and burned his round and bright voice, he would have already become a famous master in the north and south.

Soon, Shang Junqiu wrote the "official letter" of admission, and my father became a "guarantor" there.Afterwards, Shang Junqiu paid homage to his teacher.But Keban has its own rules. If you want to study in Keban, you have to live there.In this case, it will be difficult for me to see him.Fortunately, Mr. Wang Yuqing is also my master. Since then, I have been going to him every few days to ask questions. Mr. Wang said that I have made some progress in learning opera.

After seeing and hearing, Keban's life is still very hard.I have to get up before dawn every day, and then I hang my throat, walk, practice fingering, run around, shake my sleeves, trim my temples, cry... After finishing the basic skills, I have a simple meal and go to learn opera with the master , If you are not careful, you will touch the board.

Once, I stayed in the class and saw Shang Junqiu's hands were red and swollen very high, so I asked him what to say.

"I sang the wrong words and was beaten by the master."

"Master is really going to do it. I will talk to my father later."

"No, there is nothing wrong with Master doing that. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. If you can't bear this bit of suffering, then there is no need to sing my play."

I caressed the red palm that was patted by Jie Fang, tears almost fell out.

After I got home, I thought about it for a long time. I wanted him to leave that suffering class immediately, but I couldn’t do that. I wanted to spend my own money to set up a troupe for him to sing, but I couldn’t do it.

It wasn't until then that I realized that I seemed to really like him.These days, I laugh because of his smile, I hurt because of his pain, I miss him when I sit down to drink tea, I miss him when I lie in bed, I think about him when I sing by myself, I listen to others sing I miss him sometimes.I imagined all the Huadans on those stages to be his appearance, the smiles on their faces, the radiance on their bodies, everything seemed to be swaying in front of me with his soul.I sneered at myself and said it was such a sin.

Thinking back to the time when I miss Tangzi, I did play with some men, but they are really different from this one.In the hall, those husbands dressed as "girls" will come to please me all the time. They will bring glasses of wine to my mouth and feed me snacks one by one. She took off all her clothes, and then quietly waited for my favor with a charming smile on her face. In the end, she pretended to hug me and refused to let me go when I left.But now in front of Shang Junqiu, I feel that I have become that gentleman. I deliberately flatter him with my mouth, and look at him with a charming smile in my heart.I thought it might just be good friends, but after thinking about it, that's not the case at all.

I kept this dangerous thought to myself.As for men, it's just for fun. I really like it, and I find it hard to accept it.

When I saw Shang Junqiu again, I always felt a little unnatural, and I would peek at him from time to time. It felt like a woman in her boudoir hiding behind the door and secretly looking at the person who came to propose marriage.Sometimes, I just looked at him so quietly—like enjoying a landscape.During that period of time, I was happy when we were together, but lonely when we were not together.

I am often intoxicated in my own fantasies. For this, I have blamed myself many times, but it is useless. When I feel emotional, I often cannot help but think of him.

Shang Junqiu learned opera very quickly. After three months, he learned more than 20 plays, which surprised Mr. Wang Yuqing.Later, my husband asked me to take him to the theater to see how the famous actors perform, and I readily agreed.

At that time, during the day, Shang Junqiu would go to various houses in the city to catch up with the students of the subject class, and at night, I would take him to some theaters to listen to the opera.Mei Lanfang's theater tickets sold for one yuan and two cents at the most expensive time, and I really spent a lot of money for it.Shang Junqiu has always felt guilty towards me, so I comforted him with a smile and said, "When you become an actor one day, just give me a lifetime free ticket to the theater."

The Wufu class still often comes to my teahouse to catch up with the market, and Shang Junqiu will also come. Every time he comes, I have to go backstage to draw his face in person.Later, everyone in the east of the city knew that my little third master likes to make faces for actors, but they didn't know that I only made faces for Jun Qiu alone.

Once, Jun Qiu said that he could just check himself in the mirror.I smiled and said: "I am your mirror, look into my eyes, there may be many things hidden there."

He smiled inexplicably: "You have to hide something in your eyes. Could it be that there are some insinuations? In that case, I would be in danger."

"Don't laugh, if you smile again, you'll make a bad face." I said more seriously, "However, you are really dangerous."

"What danger? Tell me quickly."

I leaned into his ear, "Secret, you can't tell."

He laughed again.

"Tell you not to laugh." I said complainingly, and moved closer, and carefully wiped off the crooked eyebrow.At that moment, I clearly felt his snorting, and my heart began to beat crazily.I resisted the urge to rush over to hug him, and slowly sketched his face.His eyes, his eyebrows, his nose, his face gradually changed their color.Finally, I put some powder on him to set the makeup.Looking at the beautiful Huadan in the mirror, I have some doubts: Is this still Shang Junqiu?

I stared at him blankly, my mind blank.

"What are you looking at? There's a gust of wind hitting the front desk."

"Oh, I'm thinking about other things." After I finished speaking, I opened the cosmetic box, took out the phoenix crown, put it on his head carefully, stroked the bun and said, "Let's go."

He looked at me and smiled, turned around and took the weapon, and stepped onto the stage with the sound of drums in the gust of wind.

Although he entered the department not long ago, Shang Junqiu is the "tiaolianhong" here.The first time he sang an opera, he won a full house by virtue of his appearance and field strength. Later, as long as there were his plays, the teahouse would be [-]% full.

Chapter 5

It was not until then that my father willingly paid for my stubbornness back then.He once said to me earnestly: "Jun Qiu is a genius who can sing Huadan, but our stage is too small to bury him." I said: "After you leave the department, you will naturally find a senior class. It will cost money to listen to him sing opera." The father also smiled and said, "This young man will definitely be a red star in the future, he can't be wrong."

Before graduating from the department, I asked Jun Qiu what his plans were. He said that he was not good at learning art. Although he had studied more than 30 plays in a year, his skills still needed to be improved. He wanted to stay in the Wufu class as a co-star.He's doing it for the long run, and I fully support it.

On the day Shang Junqiu left the department, I also went there. Under the leadership of the head teacher and the teacher of the class, several people including Shang Junqiu came to the seat of the ancestor Lao Lang God devoutly, burning incense and prostrating.When he came to Teacher Wang Yuqing to thank the teacher, Shang Junqiu burst into tears.Mr. Wang supported him with both hands and said, "Jun Qiu, since your name is 'Pearl Buck', you should shine brightly in the pear orchard. From now on, if you have any problems, feel free to come to Master." After finishing speaking, Mr. Wang glanced at me again Said: "When do you plan to leave the department?"

"This matter is still up to you, Master." I immediately said respectfully.

"If you want me to say, you should just follow the graduate school. Like you, it doesn't matter whether you study or not. Others will seriously sing opera after graduation, and you will seriously do business after graduation." Mr. Wang looked at me with some dissatisfaction. explain.

"I want to sink for another two years and learn from you again." I said cheekily.

"It's useless to be Shen for two years, you should do what you should do. Remember not to tell people that you are my student."

After hearing this, I hastily squeezed out a few tears and said, "Master, you can't just give up on me like this." At this point, I knelt down and kowtowed several times.

"Okay, okay, you've had enough fun, so don't be so self-willed. If you want to sing, you can go out and play tricks, and if you don't want to sing, you can sell you tea. Isn't that good."

"No, I have to study for another two years. Jun Qiu won't leave either."

"You're not leaving either?" Mr. Wang looked back at Shang Junqiu and said in surprise.

"Well, I want to stay in Wufu Class to be a co-star. First, I can practice here, and second, I can continue to study with Master."

"Now that you have learned something and gained some fame, staying here will delay your earning money?" Mr. Wang said with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of delaying earning money. I'm afraid of delaying the good time of learning opera. If I want to learn it in the future, I may not be able to learn it."

"What else do you want to learn?"

"Master, I think it's not enough for a good actor to be able to play the leading role, but also to be able to play the supporting role. I want to learn the second and third roles. Then, I can not only play the leading role, but also play a supporting role."

The class leader standing on the side smiled and said: "This kid is quite ambitious. Hearing this, he is a pick for the class. If you want to stay, you can stay." The class leader glanced at Mr. Wang Yuqing again after speaking, " Look at your good apprentice."

Mr. Wang looked at the class leader, then looked at Shang Junqiu and smiled, "Success, then continue. When you think it is done, you can leave."

"No, Master, I'll listen to you. When you think I'm successful, I'll leave. If you see something wrong with me, I'll keep learning until you nod your head."

In this way, Shang Junqiu continued to stay in the Wufu class. He became a special person between a student and an actor, and I also continued to stay there with the special status of an "external" student.However, at this time, Shang Junqiu was no longer a student, he could live at home, and he could get some money for singing every day.Without hesitation, I took him to my house to live.

When I heard that Shang Junqiu was going to move in, my parents were very happy. They cleaned out a wing room overnight and bought a few simple pieces of furniture.

The arrival of Shang Junqiu changed my life again. In the morning, when he sang and practiced opera, I also had a good appearance to join him.Then, we had breakfast together, I went to the tea house, and he went to the opera troupe.Because of being a supporting actor, his "night shows" have gradually increased.If I can't keep up with his performance, I'll go home and wait.

Every time I go home, he is exhausted all over. I feel a little distressed when I look at him, but this is how he eats this bowl of rice. All I can do is prepare a pot of tea.When he saw me and my tea, he smiled sweetly.

When there is no "night show", we will also go for a walk on the street.But at that time, he was already obsessed with theater, and he often walked to the theater building following the "newspapers" posted by others.At this time, I looked at him and said with a smile: "Since you are here, let's go in, and you can stroke the leaves by the way."

At that time, it was not easy to stroke the leaves, because the old actors on the stage were very slippery. When he saw his colleagues stealing scenes from the audience, he temporarily changed those good tunes and tunes. It needs to be changed to be particularly ugly, so that others can learn nothing from him.Therefore, we sometimes hid behind the beams and stood listening to the opera together. Although it was a little hard work, it was not a waste of time anyway.

After leaving the theater building, we walked and talked, and enjoyed ourselves every time.Although Shang Junqiu's understanding of Peking Opera has already surpassed mine by several grades, I understand everything he said.I knew I was not good enough, so I took it for granted that what he said was all right.If he said that a character sang brilliantly, I think it must be that way, and if he said that a play was not so good, I also think it should be that way.When we got home, we would do the same thing. Sometimes, without saying anything, we would just sit quietly and drink tea together. He looked at the tea, and I looked at him.

I don't like to ask him about those things in the past, not because I think his past is bad, but because my past seems to be not so glorious.I don't want him to say "what about you" when we were happily chatting, and I was speechless.

Sometimes, I suddenly want to hug him immediately, and then just like in the past when I was in the hall, take off all my clothes, and then sleep together.But I can't do it, it's like seeing such a bright flower blooming, but I can't bear to break it off.In the world of the two of us, I have become so quiet, so quiet that I just want to be a person who appreciates flowers.I think I have changed, at least not as slutty as before.I still think of him when I sleep, and sometimes I can't sleep when I think of him living in the wing next door.It's really strange that people like me have insomnia.

That day, Qinglian came to the teahouse to look for me. He said that since I hadn't been there for so long, Poinsettia missed me a little.I said, "Didn't he like that Li Erkui?"

"He hasn't gone there for a long time. Now the people who go to the hall are all low-class gangsters, and there are fewer people like the young master."

"I'm afraid that a revolution will make business difficult."

"Poinsettia is also worried about your unhappy life outside, so she asks me to come to you again and again, just because of the old love, go and have a look."

I said I had written it down, and sent Qinglian away with some money.

In the afternoon, Shang Junqiu went home early.I asked him if there was a night show at night, and he said no, an evil thought suddenly appeared in my heart.I smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to open a meat shop."

"Where are you going?" He asked hesitantly.

"You'll know when we get there." After I finished speaking, I took him out of the house.

We asked for a rickshaw, and we soon arrived at the hall of the poinsettia.

"where is this place?"

"Don't ask, you'll know when you go in." I said pretending to be mysterious.

Seeing it was me, Qinglian greeted me happily, but was surprised when he saw that I was holding a handsome boy.

"What's so strange about this? Go and prepare some tea and wine."

"Do you want to find another girl?" Qinglian looked at Shang Junqiu and looked at me cautiously.

"Aren't you afraid that your poinsettia will be jealous?" I looked at Qinglian and smiled slyly.

"Looking for a girl? You brought me to a kiln?" Shang Junqiu looked at me in confusion.

"Shh, this is Tang Zi." I said softly.

When Shang Junqiu heard this, he immediately frowned and said, "I don't want to come to such a disgusting place."

I saw him turn around to leave, so I grabbed him and said, "Don't go, this is the door, go in and have a look, it's not hurtful."

"I won't go." Shang Junqiu said stubbornly.

"Let's go." I grabbed his hand and pushed him into the yard while hugging him.

"Liancheng, I won't go."

I didn't make a sound, but secretly increased my strength, and walked into Poinsettia's room with my arms around him.

"Hey, the young master is so excited today, and we are still in pairs when we go shopping." Poinsettia saw me coming, and immediately greeted me. Thinking about his previous appearance, he seems to have become even more irritated now.

"Didn't Qinglian say that you miss me, come over and have a look, and bring my friend to open your eyes by the way."

Shang Junqiu was still trying to break free from my wrist, I pulled him hard, but didn't look at him.

"What play is this little third master singing? Could it be that you brought a girl too?"

"You are only allowed to flirt with flowers and grass, and find trees to enjoy the shade, so I won't let me like others? How can there be such an unfair thing in this world." I looked at the poinsettia jokingly and said.

"Liancheng, let me go." Shang Junqiu whispered at this moment.

I put my mouth on his cheek and said, "If you promise me not to leave, I will let you go."

"I won't go, you let go, it's too shameful." Shang Junqiu said anxiously.

I slowly let go of my hand, but he really didn't leave.

At this time, Qinglian had already come to the room to add a set of tea and wine sets.

I pulled Shang Junqiu to sit at the table again, and Poinsettia moved a chair and moved towards me.

Chapter 6

"Excuse me, what should I call this friend?" Poinsettia said while looking sideways at Shang Junqiu full of jealousy.

"He is Pearl Buck, and he is Mr. Wang's apprentice just like you, but you graduated a few years earlier than him." I cut off the conversation, knowing that if it was Shang Junqiu who said it, I would definitely tell him my real name. I don't think it's necessary here.

"I said why the little third master didn't come these days, but he was robbed of his job by his fellow apprentice." Poinsettia said jealously again.

Shang Junqiu said angrily when he heard this: "I came to the capital to sing opera, so I won't care about your nonsense."

"Listen, little third master, he also said that this is nonsense, does it mean that he has to build a memorial archway after becoming a bitch?" Poinsettia leaned on me again after speaking.

I moved my chair towards Shang Junqiu, "Don't quarrel, I'm here today to chat, sip tea, and drink. It's quieter than the teahouse at my house."

"Little Sanye has changed to a vegetarian diet?" Poinsettia looked at me with an aggrieved look, as if I had neglected him by not taking his clothes off when I entered the door.

"You can't say that. Eating meat and vegetables is all up to personal taste. I like wine and tea now. If you insist on buying two catties of roasted elbow from Tianfulou, I may really not be able to eat it."

"I can't eat meat, but I can still eat it?" Poinsettia moved the chair to me and said with a charming face.

At this time, Shang Junqiu tugged at my sleeve and said, "Liancheng, let's go."

"Don't go, the good show hasn't started yet, so why are you going to lift the gate? That's not how Master taught you to watch the show." Poinsettia squinted at Shang Junqiu and said.

"I see that there is wine, tea, snacks, and two Hua Dans here. Let's sing "The Romance of the West Chamber". I'll come to Zhang Sheng." At this point, I sang on my own: "Unlimited spring sorrow and emerald green hair, shy and shy pink cheeks. One step is like a weeping willow swinging forward in the wind, and the voice of a warbler comes from the outside of the flower when talking. It seems that such a beautiful woman is hard to come by in the world. I really wish to learn from the dragon girl to be good at wealth and stand on the lotus platform."

When I finished singing this passage, the whole room fell silent.I glanced at Shang Junqiu from the left, and the poinsettia from the right, "Go matchmaker?"

"I don't want to be that kind of matchmaker, I want to be Cui Yingying." Poinsettia pouted.

"In this case, the play will be difficult to sing."

"My play is not sung in this kind of place. I'll go back first, Liancheng." Shang Junqiu stood up after finishing speaking.

I hurriedly reached out to grab him, but I didn't grab him, and he ran out of the room quickly.

"Jun Qiu."

I was about to get up and catch up, but I was grabbed by the poinsettia. He said angrily, "This chair hasn't been warmed yet, why are you going? Let him go where he wants to go."

"Hey, what do you know." I took out a few oceans from my pocket and threw them on the table, "I'm leaving first."

Poinsettia let go of her hand, "Then when will you come again? I'll wait for you."

I ignored it, and hurriedly chased him out.

After going through two alleys, I caught up with Shang Junqiu. I grabbed his shoulder and said, "Didn't we agree to leave?"

"I didn't expect you to have such a habit. I just misjudged people." Shang Junqiu's anger was obviously stronger at this time.

"It's just that I came here to play before. In the morning, the poinsettia told me that I had something to do and deceived me to come here. I thought about bringing you here to play. I didn't know that you would not like it."

"It's not good to play with men." After Shang Junqiu finished speaking, he accelerated a few steps.

I had to speed up a few steps and continue to catch up, "Jun Qiu, listen to me, this matter is not as nasty as you think."

As Shang Junqiu was walking, he suddenly stopped and said, "You treat me so well, do you also regard me as the kind of person in the hall?"

"No, absolutely not, I just want to treat you as a friend."

"Can you swear that what you say is true?"

"Okay, I admit, I like you." I said hesitantly.

"You are such a bastard." After Shang Junqiu finished speaking, he ran away quickly.

When he ran out of the alley, he pulled a rickshaw and quickly jumped on it.

I didn't catch up.

I was walking aimlessly on the street, feeling like I broke a five-flavor bottle in my heart. I hated myself for being frivolous, and blamed Shang Junqiu for being ruthless, but I knew clearly that I couldn't lose at this time. he.Thinking of this, I ran home like crazy, but he was not at home.I took another taxi to the troupe, but he wasn't there either.Where has he gone?My heart slid to the brink of collapse amid anxious waiting and searching.I know he won't die, but he will be very sad when he knows that my help is actually possessed by selfish desires.For a man to help another man out of love, this is the biggest fucking joke in the world.

During dinner at night, my father asked me why Shang Junqiu hadn't come yet. I smiled wryly and said, "How do I know?"

That day, when Shang Junqiu came back, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and I hadn't fallen asleep. When I heard the knock on the door, I sat up from the bed, quickly put on my shoes, and walked to the courtyard. inside.The family servant Er Chengzi also came to the courtyard, I said: "Go back to sleep, I will open the door."

Impatiently, I pulled the latch open, and saw that familiar face.His face was flushed, he must have drank a lot of wine somewhere, "You are back."

He looked up at me and walked in without saying a word.

I immediately grabbed his arm and said, "Where have you been? I have been waiting in the theater for a long time."

"You don't have to worry about my affairs." After you finished speaking, you waved your sleeves and shook me away.

I followed Shang Junqiu to his room, but he still ignored me, "I'll make you a pot of tea."

"No need." After he finished speaking, he took out a furshiki from the cabinet, and spread it on the bed again.

"You are this?"

"I'm moving out, and I'll go back to the opera troupe to stay for a few days." He said coldly, I felt a chill in my heart after saying a word.

"You can't move, this is your home." I said stubbornly.

"Do you think I lived here because I married into your house through the door? I have to leave now. I owe you, and I will pay it back in the future. I don't want to see you again."

"Do I annoy you that much?" I tore off the fur skin on the bed and fell to the ground.

"Yes, you really annoy me that much." He pushed me hard, picked up the furoshiki from the ground again, and spread it on the bed again.

I rushed over with two big strides, hugged him from behind and said, "I won't let you go."

He squeezed my hand hard, but didn't break it.Tears suddenly fell down, "You asked me to stay, but I'm an actor, not a male prostitute."

"Who said you are a male prostitute? I just regard you as the most intimate lover."

"Lover? You are absurd."

"I'm ridiculous, I do."

"You let me go, and if you don't let me go, I'll yell. If you're not afraid of shame, I'll go all out." Shang Junqiu raised his voice and said.

"Shout, shout if you want. Aren't you just an actor?" After I finished speaking, I pushed him onto the bed and tore his clothes.

Shang Junqiu cried even harder at this moment.

My heart seemed to be stabbed suddenly, I slowly let go of my hands and stood up, "No one in this world understands you better than me, you can go if you want."

He wiped away his tears and continued to pack his things.I knew that if I let go like this, he might really go.But I don't want to see him cry.

After packing up his clothes, Shang Junqiu tied the fur skin again, looked at me and said, "Will you go, or if you don't, I will leave here tonight."

"Go to sleep, I'll go."

I walked out of that wing in a daze. In the night sky, the stars were dotted with flowers, and the shade of flowers was silent. Maybe tomorrow, I would never see the "man in the moon" again.

The next morning, Shang Junqiu didn't come to hang his voice and read aloud as usual, and I didn't look for him, and I didn't even find it strange that I didn't see him during dinner.That day, after I came back from the teahouse, my mother told me that Shang Junqiu had moved out. I said I knew, and she was a little surprised.I asked her if Jun Qiu said anything, and she said that he was busy recently and would not come back, and told me to tell you a wife as soon as possible.I said lightly, "Does he need to worry about my affairs?"

That night, I went to the hall again.Poinsettia looked excited when she saw me, but I didn't say anything.I drank a glass of wine, dropped the glass, then tore off his clothes and pants, picked him up vigorously, and threw him onto the bed...

I have returned to the life I had before I met Shang Junqiu. If there is any change, it is that I am more restrained than then.Because there is always such a sense of guilt in my heart, when I take off my clothes, I still miss the tenderness of the past.

I continued to be my buddy in the teahouse, and Shang Junqiu continued to sing his operas in the troupe. I didn't dare to pester him, because I was afraid that if he left the troupe, I would really never see him again.Although there seems to be a huge rift between us, I feel that maybe time will change all that.

I didn't give up hope in my heart, and I would go to see his newspapers posted in theaters on time.However, his condition seems to be getting worse and worse, and his voice has become a little hoarse.

Once again, his hoarseness became even worse, and he couldn't even sing a few notes.The audience in the audience left one after another amid boos one after another. After the gate was lifted, they really dispersed like a tide.There were still a few people sparsely in the audience, and I couldn't help feeling sad when I looked at the empty theater building.

Shang Junqiu on the stage was tearing his throat stubbornly, and I saw that his tears had wiped his face.I finally couldn't bear to watch it anymore.I came to the few people who were still staying, tried to persuade them, and gave one yuan to each of them, so that they were all dismissed.I was the last to leave, and I knew that if I didn't leave, he would still sing.I'm his audience, and he's so dedicated to each of his audiences.