Biganchun

It was dusk, and there was a drizzle in the city of Xiangyang again, blowing into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

The busiest night alley in the city is on the banks of the Qingni River in Nancheng.The Qingni River flows quietly, rippling in layers in the rain, obscuring the bustling light and shadow in the reflection.

Here is Zhuyu Lane.

The lane lives up to its name.Here there are songs and laughter like pearls, and people like jade.

There are dancing pavilions and singing platforms, Qinlou Chuguan, and a continuous alley.Among the many flower pavilions and willow houses, there is a teahouse that is quite special.

This tea house has green tiles and white walls, and a pair of black lacquer couplets hung at the door: the moon is the first to be near the water, and the fragrant tea is the most refreshing.There are three big characters on the door plaque "Qingxinju".Fireworks alley, ten feet soft red, benefactors are looking for a night of intoxication, but this teahouse is ingenious, in the name of "pure heart", it does the opposite.Many pleasure-seekers pretend to be elegant, and they always come here to drink two cups of tea after dinner, to clear up the alcohol, and then go to the red and greenery, and have a good time.

"Oh, Master Zhan, are you here? Please come inside!"

Amidst the laughter of the waiter in the teahouse, a guest walked into the door of Qingxinju.He looked about forty years old, wearing silk hanging satin, with a pot belly, and a few pockmarks faintly appeared on his drunken red face. Behind him were two young men in green clothes who bowed and followed. It was Zhan Dexing, the owner of the Dongcheng Yongfu.Yongfu is engaged in the antique business, ranking first among all the antique shops in Xiangyang.This Zhan Dexing is also a well-known wealthy businessman in the city.

Zhan Dexing came and sat down at a table near the window, and two servants stood behind him with bowed heads.The waiter in the teahouse came over to the table and said with a smile, "Master Zhan, are you still the old-fashioned Pu'er?"

Zhan Dexing leaned on the back of the chair, yawned, and took the handkerchief handed by the waiter: "I heard that the old gentleman from Xifeng just came down, let's make a pot and try it!"

The tea was delivered quickly, the soup was light and clear, fresh and refreshing, it was indeed a new tea that had just hit the market.

The chap stood at the table and waited attentively.He wiped the already shiny tea table, smiling all over his face: "Master Zhan, seeing that your seal is shining today, and the purple air is coming from the east, is there a happy event?"

Zhan Dexing took a sip of tea: "You're so talented! If you can guess what's going on with me, today's tea money will be doubled."

The clerk lowered his head and thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Could it be that you have won the jade medal of Tianxiang Tower again?"

Zhan Dexing held the teacup, his eyes became two lines with a smile, full of complacency: "If it wasn't for that, who would put down the seven wives and concubines at home and brave the wind and rain to drink your tea so late?"

The waiter said with a smile: "Master Zhan is right. When Tianxianglou first set up this dance banquet three months ago, no one expected that it would become like this. Now there are only seven distinguished guests per night. If you want to join the banquet, Pay 100 taels of silver before drawing lots, and those who win the lottery will go to the banquet with a jade card, and if they recognize the card, they will not recognize the person... The boss of the flower in Tianxianglou makes a lot of money every day, even if he dreams at night, he will laugh out loud."

He paused, glanced around, and whispered to Zhan Dexing: "I also heard that even the prince Chitose comes to support us every night, every day... In other words, the little one is always a little puzzled—— After all, this girl is just a dancer, no matter how beautiful she is, she is always a lady, so what is so special about her?"

Zhan Dexing closed his eyes and smiled, and said leisurely: "If you are lucky, you will know when you meet her face to face."

The man smiled apologetically, "How can the young one have such a blessing? It's not as good as your master. Didn't you just win the lottery at the beginning of last month, and now it can be regarded as a double score."

Zhan Dexing shook his head and said: "Oh, how could it be so easy? It turned out that Tiger Zhou from Wantong Bank won the lottery tonight, but his tigress accidentally turned over the jade card. After a fight at home, the world was turned upside down. I found out by chance, so I exchanged two crickets for this jade tablet from Tiger Zhou."

The clerk hurriedly laughed and said: "The crickets in your house are all the top fighters in Xiangyang City. Who else can have such skill?" He filled the teacup in Zhan Dexing's hand, and said: "I heard that this girl After performing the dance every night, one of the seven guests will be selected to enter the curtain and listen to her playing the piano and singing. Which one can have this blessing depends entirely on her own whim. You can enjoy the dance if you draw a lottery, but you have never been chosen by her."

Zhan Dexing's eyes were drunk, he took out a jade tablet from his bosom, looked at it again and again, and said with a smile: "If I can be her guest in the curtain, so what if I spend a lot of money? I will make a good fortune tonight, so I don't believe that she can't accommodate me. So what about Qing Guan? I am full of nephrite jade and warm fragrance, and it must be tonight..."

At this time, the guest who had been sitting in the corner received the tea money, got up and walked towards the door of the teahouse.Passing by Zhan Dexing's table, he slowed down a little intentionally or unintentionally.While Zhan Dexing was talking with the guy, the teapot on the table suddenly burst into four or five pieces with a "bang".Hot tea burst out of the pot and spilled all over the table.Zhan Dexing groaned, got up and staggered back, a lot of tea was still splashed on his clothes, and he was in a panic for a while.That guy and Zhan Dexing's boys hurried up to clean and tidy up.After tidying up and making new tea, he suddenly found that the jade medal in Zhan Dexing's hand had disappeared at some point!For a moment, Zhan Dexing scolded and jumped, and the servants hurriedly searched around, but where is there any trace of the jade plaque?

Diagonally opposite Qingxinju, Zhulou embroidered building, with bright lights and shadows, is the most popular Tianxianglou in Zhuyu Lane.

Zhan Zhao stood in front of the building, with the paper umbrella folded in his left hand, letting the drizzle fall on his shoulders, dripping down his green shirt.Long sleeves hang down, and the jade tablet is held in the palm of the right hand.

Thinking of the scene in the teahouse just now, the corners of his lips slightly raised into a smile.The occasional jumping off made him feel a long-lost lightness in his heart.Even though the method was not upright and upright, but making the dancer avoid this shameless person like Mr. Zhan tonight, it can be regarded as equalizing the merits and demerits.

Entering the Tianxiang Building, I saw that the front hall was surrounded by pearls and emeralds, full of prostitutes who were courteously teasing the guests.The most conspicuous among them was a beautiful woman in brocade clothes.She is exquisite and charming, and like a butterfly wearing flowers, she caters to the guests.Zhan Zhao heard several guests calling her "Boss Hua", and thought to himself, this must be Hua Chunfeng, the owner of Tianxianglou that Zhan Dexing said just now.

Guinu, who was welcoming guests in the front hall, saw Zhan Zhao and hurried forward to greet him.Zhan Zhao didn't say much, and showed the jade tablet in his palm.When Gui Nu saw him, he bowed and led him to the back hall.

Passing through a chasing corridor is the flower hall in the backyard.Compared with the gaudy and noisy front hall, there is a quiet world here.The flower hall is bright and spacious, the floor is covered with a pale crimson silk carpet of Shu brocade, twelve bluestone landscape painting screens are lined up against the wall, and seven elegant short tables are displayed on the side near the gallery, on which exquisite wine and dishes have been placed.The short table in the middle is slightly wider, and it must have been prepared for the King of Xiangyang.

It was still early, and the distinguished dancers had not yet arrived, only a thin old musician was sitting on a pier next to the painting screen in the flower hall.He has half-white beard and hair, and deep lines on his forehead. He is holding a Ruan Xian in his arms, and is plucking.It's a West Wu song.

Accompanied by the slow tune, the old musician's voice was hoarse, chanting and complaining:

Speaking of Xiangyang, remember the old things.

Remember the copper camel alley, drunk and awake.

After Xiaoyinghua left, Liu Lang was haggard and pinched.

If you are tired of traveling to the end of the world, you can also buy a westerly light boat.

He wanted to visit, riding a horse on the mountain, and asked Xianshou about the scenery at that time.

In the city of the king of Chu, I know how many times I passed by, rubbing willow galls in the Forbidden City.

Hanging scenery.

The cold smoke and decaying grass are desolate and obsessed, and the ups and downs of sadness depend on Yangchun and ancient Ying.

Whoever looks at the universe, Lu Baili Road in the Central Plains, empty and old, heroic, heartbroken and cold.

This desolate and ancient libretto, uttered from the mouth of this old musician, has a more desolate and lonely meaning.

Zhan Zhao originally thought that the old musician was somewhat familiar, but seeing his lonely expression while singing, his heart suddenly brightened: "So it was him! I heard that he resigned from office two years ago. Whereabouts, but unexpected but hidden in this Xiangyang city..."

Gui Nu, who was leading the way for Zhan Zhao, saw the old musician, straightened his face, and said a lesson: "Old man Qi Qing, the guests are here, why don't you go down to prepare? If something goes wrong, we'll see how you end up!"

After hearing this, Zhan Zhao was secretly surprised: "Why did he change his name? Qi Qing...Qi Qing...Yes, he must have transliterated the name Qiqing..."

The old musician Qi Qing was scolded by Gui Nu, stopped playing and singing, lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.He moved Ruan Xian silently, neither distinguishing nor raising his head.

Zhan Zhao nodded secretly: "That's right, it must be him. He has been frustrated half his life, and even though he has fallen to this point, his temper has not changed at all..."

Gui Nu ignored Qi Qing, turned around and introduced Zhan Zhao to the second short table in his left hand, and said with a smile: "Young master, sit down for a while, and the guests will arrive when they are young."

Zhan Zhao nodded and dismissed the turtle slave.When he turned his head again, Na Qi Qing had left the flower hall at some point.

Zhan Zhao sighed softly, straightened his clothes, and sat down behind him.On the short table, a glazed hydrangea lamp emits a warm light faintly.

Zhan Zhao murmured to himself: "I only hope for the Xianglou dance feast tonight, don't let me down..."

The shadow of the lamp is shaking, and the dark life is full of sadness, witnessing the unreasonable situation of the world, and the night is like a dream.

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