Lord Rabbit

The situation didn't improve, Qincha just smoked one cigarette after another.The buddy said in a low voice, "Master, the coal has run out..." Qin Cha turned to him and asked, "Is there no money?" Where's the money?"

"Follow me" Qin Cha waved for the man to follow him, and the man followed closely and walked into his bedroom.

Qincha pushed open a huge mahogany wardrobe, and there were clusters of peach blossoms carved on the door, which was a bit old, and Qincha's master used it before his death.

Every piece of clothing inside was neatly hung and was given to him by Sheng Yi. Chinese tunic suits, suits, long robes, mandarin jackets, and leather jackets were all extremely exquisitely crafted and made of the best materials.Qin Cha randomly picked up a few pieces, and handed them to the clerk, "Go get it from the pawn shop, it should be worth a lot of money as a gift from Young Master Hong."

When Qin Cha said about Young Master Hong, his heart still ached violently. He couldn't lie to himself, he still missed him very much, and the thought was unbearable.Everywhere you look, there are traces left by Sheng Yi, and his figure is everywhere when he opens and closes his eyes.He deceived himself and thought, just give away everything he gave away. If there is less, he will miss him less. If there is nothing, he can stop thinking about him, and he can completely let him go. forget.

He thought a little angrily again, Sheng Yi has been away for several years, has he thought about himself these days?

"This..." The clerk looked at the clothes in his hand. Qin Cha always cherished the things that Young Master Hong gave to Qin Cha. This time, he was afraid that the class leader was just impulsive, so he carefully held the clothes and froze in place. at a loss.

"Take it away." Qin Cha said decisively. When the buddy left, he opened the cabinet. There were only dozens of cash and some copper plates in it. He didn't know how long it would last.There was no one to talk about this situation, and he felt more and more that it was a difficult task to maintain a theater troupe's survival and appease people's hearts amidst the chaos of war.

In the evening Qincha was watching the children practice, Li Shuyang sneaked out from behind the door, winked at Qincha, and called out, "Brother Qincha!" "What?" Seeing Li Shuyang hiding awkwardly at the door, he It's a little funny.

"Come out, come out for a while!" Li Shuyang nodded to Qincha, signaling him to come over.

Qin Cha walked over suspiciously, with a puzzled face.

"Hey, here you are..." When Qincha went out, Li Shuyang suddenly reached out from behind, holding a cloth package, Qincha opened it, and inside were the familiar clothes. "Why is it in your hands?" Qin Cha asked suspiciously.Li Shuyang smiled triumphantly, "Of course I redeemed it for you! Why are you still selling clothes? It's so new and so beautiful. I heard that you are reluctant to part with it. Brother Shengyi gave it to you, right?"

Joy welled up in my heart, a kind of lost and found happiness.Li Shuyang understood his reluctance, anger, unwillingness, and helplessness to sell his clothes!

He smiled at Li Shuyang: "How much is the redemption? I'll give it to you." Li Shuyang also smiled: "We are friends, and friends don't talk about money."

Sheng Yi said "we are best friends" more than ten years ago, Shou'an regarded him as a friend, and Ichiro regarded him as a friend. Besides, he never thought that Li Shuyang would also like to regard him as a friend.

He reached out to wrap his arms around him, and the two hugged tightly.This was a good time. At that moment, Li Shuyang quickly put his hand into his pocket and touched the blade, Qin Cha suddenly said, "Shuyang, thank you..."

Li Shuyang felt Qincha's voice, soft and soft, in his ears. He remembered the first time he saw Qincha, when he was unconscious on the street, Qincha's calm and anxious face.

His hand let go of the dagger, and instead patted Qin Cha on the back, "Okay, put it away."

Looking at the back of Qin Cha going away, a very strange feeling came to his heart, he didn't understand what was wrong with him, didn't he say that he wanted to kill Qin Cha, what's going on now, the fake show is real, and the truth is telling the truth Li Shuyang is the least aware of lies, true and false things.

At night, Li Shuyang came out of the house and watched Qin Cha practicing in the yard.

"What?" Seeing him coming, Qin Cha stopped and asked, "What's the matter? Do you want to ask me?"

"It's okay, I'm just accompanying you, you practice yours, don't worry about me," Shou An said, and sat down on the chair by himself.Qin Cha smiled and said, "What are you holding in your hand?" "Your fur robe is that fox fur." ​​"What are you doing with my clothes?" "I'm afraid you will be cold for a while." The other hand." "Teapot, I'm afraid you're thirsty, oh yes, there's also this, dim sum, I'm afraid you're hungry" Qin Cha couldn't help laughing seeing his serious look, "Why are you making it so complicated? I'm here It's just practicing in the courtyard for a while, it's like I'm fleeing famine." Li Shuyang waved his hand, "I brought them all, don't worry about it, just practice yours." Qin Cha smiled and continued to sing.

Li Shuyang looked at his figure under the moonlight, bright, clear, and clean.Sometimes he wondered whether he was right to kill Qin Cha.But he thought of the broken mountains and rivers, the ruin of his family, the brutality and cold-bloodedness of the Japanese, and he felt that people like Qincha were heinous.

His hand was in his pocket, the dagger was cold enough to wake him up.

The ice wheel of the island is turning,

Seeing the jade rabbit, the jade rabbit rose east again.

The ice wheel is off the island,

The universe is very clear.

The bright moon is in the sky,

Just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace,

The slave is like Chang'e leaving the moon palace.

It's like Chang'e descending to the Nine Layers,

Clear and cold in Guanghan Palace...

Qin Cha's voice is soft but powerful, a natural singing voice.Li Shuyang saw from him what talent is, that is, talent that others can't match no matter how much they put in.

"What did you sing? It's very nice." Although Li Shuyang didn't understand opera, he was still curious about what the song was.

"The Drunken Concubine, what? Have you heard it before?"

"No, this is the first time I heard it."

The corner of Qin Cha's mouth curled up into a smile, "That's fine, I don't need to listen to other people's singing in the future. At least there are no opera singers in Peking that can compare to me."

Li Shuyang also smiled.What didn't match Qin Cha's appearance was his self-confidence and arrogance.But what he said was true.

"I don't like to listen to opera, and I haven't listened to it much." Li Shuyang said truthfully.

"It's okay, I've met a lot of people who don't understand opera." Qin Cha somehow remembered Sheng Yi again, he had listened to the opera he sang for more than ten years, didn't he still not understand?

Ichiro, Ichiro probably doesn't know much about opera, and Ichiro's Chinese isn't very good either.

Shou An knew opera, but Qin Cha didn't know how much he knew.

"Then what do you like to do?"

Li Shuyang became interested, "Hey, I can origami, my mother taught me!" As he said, he took out a piece of paper from his body, and soon, a lifelike butterfly appeared in his hand.

"Here" Li Shuyang threw Qincha over, and the butterfly drew a beautiful arc in the air. Qincha even wondered for a moment whether a pair of white wings would really grow from the back of the butterfly.

Qin Cha stretched out her hand to catch it, "I can't tell, it's quite skillful."

Li Shuyang smiled triumphantly, "Of course!" Then he said, "Well, you should continue to practice, I won't bother you anymore." After that, he sat quietly on the stone bench, propped his head and looked at Qincha .

My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadow is chaotic.It turns out that the scenes in the poems are all true.

It was already late at night, Li Shuyang watched Qin Cha's changing posture, and became sleepy after a while.

Seeing Li Shuyang yawning, Qin Cha stopped and walked over, and put his clothes on Li Shuyang, "Go back to sleep."

"No need," Li Shuyang rubbed his sleepy eyes. "I agreed to accompany you, um, I'm not too sleepy" as he spoke, he tried to open his eyes wide and looked at Qin Cha.

Qin Cha was a little helpless, and Sheng Yi used to be the same way, to accompany him to listen to the boring libretto over and over again, on foggy mornings or moonless nights.

"Let's go back to the house." Qin Cha pulled Li Shuyang up, hooked his shoulders, and the two walked back as close as brothers.

Sometimes love is a very strange thing, there is no need for vigorous life and death, it is often as plain as water but nuanced, and every day is spent in a long and delicate way.

The more intense the battle, the more restless Qin Cha felt.Sometimes he deceives himself and thinks that he won't end up too badly based on his previous behavior in the world, but sometimes he doesn't believe in the feudal superstition, thinking that bullets really don't have eyes.All the worries are like broken shrapnel, crushed and inserted into Qincha Acacia's heart.

The news in the newspaper has a statement every day, and the Japanese are also undecided.Qin Cha sometimes received bad news before he could be happy, and sometimes he just learned that the territory was ceded, but the news said that a certain place had won the battle.He now understands that things are not as simple as he thought!If I had known, I would have known that at the beginning no matter what, I would not let Sheng Yi go, or, or just go with Sheng Yi, no matter what, it would be better than now!

Qin Cha is haunted by this nightmare every day.Waking up is an empty city, and in the empty city is an empty yard, and in the empty yard are people walking like corpses.Guichuan, the place that once carried their countless memories, is engraved with words of longing for each other on every brick and tile.Sometimes he even doubted that if he waited for ten years, twenty years, or a lifetime, he would only get a pinch of loess.

Li Shuyang saw Qincha pacing in the courtyard, and followed.He couldn't tell how he felt about Qin Cha, and he didn't know whether his hatred for Qin Cha had diminished or not.He kind of appreciates Qin Cha, appreciates his self-cultivation, appreciates his eloquence, but at the same time hates him, hates him for betraying the country.

Qin Cha was a little happy to see Li Shuyang coming, he needed someone to talk to him.Keeping safe is not good, too impulsive, irritable, and simple-minded.Li Shuyang is a scholar, educated, and delicate in mind, but he is still a child, lively, active, and curious about everything.He held Qincha's cat in his arms, feeling its warm belly against his arm.He went to tease the birds in the cage, watching them stare at his big black eyes and peck his fingers with their sharp beaks.

"Why are you here?" Qin Cha asked calmly.

"Come to play with you, welcome?" Li Shuyang walked briskly, full of youthful vigor.

Qin Cha is very happy that he can come, in this extremely depressive atmosphere, in the old city shrouded in fear, it is really necessary to find someone to survive with.

"Here." Li Shuyang stretched out his hand, holding a colorful windmill between his slender fingers, whirling with the wind.

Qin Cha took it and blew a sigh of relief. The windmill turned faster, and he stretched out his finger to stop it gently.

The two sat side by side in the yard, today the sky was very high, very clear, light blue sky, a little whitish, like a piece of cloth that had been washed countless times, only a few lonely birds flew by.

Li Shuyang hesitated. He gripped the dagger so tightly that his palms were covered with sweat. He knew that now was a good time. He only needed to stab the man next to him in the throat. A traitor.

He was about to pull out the dagger, but Qin Cha suddenly turned around and handed the windmill to his mouth, "Try blowing on it." Li Shuyang nervously stuffed the dagger back, accidentally scratched his finger, and felt a dry pain.

He took a breath, and the windmill turned gently again.

"Sometimes a person is like a windmill, always busy spinning, and finally finds that he is still in place," Qin Cha said.

Li Shuyang stopped talking, he saw Qin Cha's side face along the gap of the windmill, Qin Cha just smiled indifferently, not happy, but a helpless smile that saw through everything.