The moon comes to take pictures

Yuan Junyu stood under the cedar, her hands cramped into her sleeves.

Today he was wearing a blue-gray straight dress from the temple, which looked narrow because of the thick inner garment, with a pair of pale hands shrinking shiveringly, there was nowhere to hide.

Ning Ruichen was quite tormented, he saw the recent scratches on the palms and backs of his hands.

"Why are you here?" Ning Ruichen sensed his abruptness as soon as he opened his mouth, "In the temple, it's very poor."

Yuan Junyu was a dandelion singer with a good figure. When I first met him in Lanquan Temple, when I was playing the piano in the Cardamom Pavilion, she looked like a jade tree shining brightly.It's the same at this time, even if you are down here, there is still a kind of decent beauty: "Nowhere else is good."

Where else could it be?Ning Ruichen panicked for a moment, he took the phrase "find some career" to heart.With this simple sentence, Yuan Junyu's weight suddenly increased in his heart.

"You can compose lyrics, you have a literary talent," Ning Ruichen said earnestly, remembering the day of parting, "Why don't you go to the school to enlighten those children?"

Yuan Junyu stopped talking.

The wind blows into the pines, the snow falls, and when Ning Ruichen is at a loss, Yuan Junyu grabs the long broom, walks away slowly, and calls: "Master Ning."

"Hey." Ning Ruichen foolishly responded, unable to see Yuan Junyu's avoidance, and actually took a step forward.

Yuan Junyu looked at him deeply, his eyes were passionate and ruthless: "We are people on two paths."

At first Ning Ruichen didn't understand, because he was a rich young master, Yuan Junyu said it so cryptically, but he suddenly understood the pain in these words.

No matter how superb an actor is, he is still a low-level actor, born to be looked down upon.

Ning Ruichen didn't know how to respond, he lowered his eyes, listened to the wind, and said after a long while: "But in this world, not everyone treats you lightly."

Yuan Junyu raised an eyebrow, listening to Ning Ruichen rambling: "There are always people who don't care, such as you, such as... such as me..."

The copper plates on the eaves of the tower were beating, and the waves of the pines were rolling. Yuan Junyu couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, maybe he was frightened.He had never heard such words, and he had never seen such a person. He couldn't tell whether it was a temporary hypocrisy or a natural sincerity, and he only downplayed it with his usual attitude.

The broom swept away the fallen leaves, "When you are pleasing people, everyone can say a few beautiful words."

"It's not to please you." Ning Ruichen raised his face and stared at the swaying copper bell of the pagoda. It was indeed the look a sincere person should have. They are creatures, and there is no distinction between human beings."

"Thank you, Master Ning," Yuan Junyu paused for a while, turning around hastily, as if his eyes were burned by that expression, "Unfortunately, there are so many people like me in the world."

"You, have you finished sweeping the floor?" Even forgetting the original intention of coming around the pagoda to pray for blessings, Ning Ruichen chased him in the direction he was going by a ghost.Yuan Junyu didn't walk fast, maybe he really wanted to give him room, Ning Ruichen caught up with small steps and walked in parallel.

"You sweep the tower here every day?"

"There are also carrying water and chopping firewood." Yuan Junyu replied briefly.

No wonder there are so many red cuts on his hands, Ning Ruichen looked at his hands implicitly, with icy muscles and bones, which used to be made up with powder and embroidered with handkerchiefs.

"But after today, I'm afraid the masters won't let me do these things."

"why?"

Yuan Junyu turned sideways: "Because they saw you talking to me and knew that we knew each other."

Needless to say, Yuan Junyu will not stay in Lanquan Temple any longer.Ning Ruichen was speechless for a while, listening to the copper bell next to his ear to block out the noise of the dust, the Buddha's way of clearing the environment, but it also made him a little more troubled.

"The master in the temple... always has compassion."

There was an empty mountain in front of him, Yuan Junyu took two steps without turning his head: "The three thousand worries of the monks have been picked out, but it may not be true that there are no worries."

Now Ning Ruichen got angry, and hurried forward: "What's the meaning?"

Yuan Junyu tilted his head slightly, mocking himself when he spoke: "Isn't Jialan also located in the world of mortals? Since I am in the world of mortals, I should have the troubles of the world of mortals," Yuan Junyu pointed to her heart, "Even if you live in the deep mountains, you will suffer from firewood and rice." Tired, who can purify the dusty nature?"

Ning Ruichen muttered: "Your words are too biased." In a blink of an eye, seeing that his expression was cold and his anger disappeared, he closed his mouth embarrassingly.

Walking to the overgrown weeds, it is already a little far away from the pagoda. There are grass and fields everywhere. Behind Lanquan Temple, there is such a natural place.Ning Ruichen looked around, and suddenly found some plants half a person's height among the grass, with small vermilion fruits clustered on them.

Ning Ruichen curiously picks the bright color that is hard to see in winter, rubs it on his sleeve twice, and takes a bite.

"Hiss... sour." Ning Ruichen frowned, and swallowed with a rolling voice.

"What are you eating?" Yuan Junyu looked at him, amused, the corners of his eyes flew up, and his lips lifted.

With just this sentence, the atmosphere became less stiff. Seeing him smile, Ning Ruichen let go of his heart, rubbed his face in a daze, and asked, "What is this?"

Yuan Junyu also stretched out his hand, probably wanting to fold it, but he still didn't fold it. "Pyracantha, it blooms in spring and bears fruit in winter. It's edible, but the taste is mediocre. There are a lot of them near Huang...Zhongshan."

It sounds like he is very familiar with this area in the north of the city.Yuan Junyu obviously came from Jiangyin, but he seemed to know Nanjing like the back of his hand.

Maybe the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River was almost the same, but Ning Ruichen swallowed the words just on his lips, and asked instead: "In the future, in the future, do you still plan to be on stage?"

The winter wind was so cold, Yuan Junyu breathed out and covered his hands, his voice was indifferent, as if he didn't take it to heart: "I'm getting older, and I don't have the inspiration of those children. Everything in the future will be straight when the boat arrives at the bridge."

Ning Ruichen was anxious, and said: "You are only twenty, how old are you?"

"You don't know," Yuan Junyu walked slowly without changing his expression, "The bowl of rice we ate was only in the past few years, and after a while, there will be no one to cheer for."

After what he said, Ning Ruichen understood that he had seen them in the bar that day, and it was indeed actors in their teens who were accompanying guests outside.Children who haven't grown up have a soft body, put on a face, and can't distinguish between men and women, so the world is turned upside down, not only in the Jiangnan officialdom, but also among the literati, they are also sought after.

"I always stay in this line of work. After a long time, I have to forget what it takes to be a human being."

Ning Ruichen's heart suddenly grabbed: "Your family..."

"I don't have a home. If I had one, I wouldn't be able to do this. Most opera singers are not opera singers at first, and prostitutes are not natural prostitutes." Yuan Junyu looked at him calmly: "But sometimes, I would rather I was born an opera singer .”

"Do you know the name of the former guarding eunuch in Nanjing?" Yuan Junyu asked suddenly, his eyes seemed to be shining.Ning Ruichen nodded hesitantly, he knew that the previous guarding eunuch died only a year ago, and in that same year, when Chang Xi arrived in Nanjing, he cut hundreds of eunuchs whose names he could name.

"I offended someone in the past, and it was because of his shadow that I was saved from suffering. Later, I wandered between the Jianghuai River and the Huaihe River, looking for news for him. Chang Xi came to the post, but he was the first to find me."

Ning Ruichen took a deep breath, his lungs were cold: "He..."

Yuan Junyu suddenly looked back, staring at the reflection in Ning Ruichen's eyes: "Those who can defend Nanjing are those with skill. Chang Xi is a poisonous person. If you offend him, be careful in the future."

"You, you said so much..." Ning Ruichen didn't seem to understand, but he seemed to understand.

"I don't want to teach you to feel guilty." I have to say that Yuan Junyu's voice is very pleasant, like the sound of springs splashing in a deep valley, with the sharpness of gold and stone at high pitches, and the mellowness of jade at low pitches. "In the current situation, I should thank you for helping me escape from the prison." He raised his eyes to see the golden clouds in the sky, and suddenly smiled freely.

"Let's part now."

Ning Ruichen couldn't see through him, did he feel pity for him?Is it a pity?It is clear that the person is right in front of his eyes, but there seems to be a thick fog blocking his vision.While imagining, the man's brows suddenly became clear, and his frown and smile fluttered like peach blossoms, gorgeous and not vulgar, and he returned to his rumored boyhood all of a sudden.

"Next time... on the first day of junior high school, I will come back to fulfill my wish." Ning Ruichen couldn't hear whether Yuan Junyu answered, and then faintly remembered the anecdote he heard from Bao'er: Yuan Junyu's young performance on the stage to sing "The Story of the West Chamber" , graceful and beautiful, with a hundred flowers, so it was praised by the romantic literati... praised...

Ning Ruichen's mind was in a mess, as if he was in the midst of a crowd, his eyes were full of glowing flowers like flowing clouds.

... He was praised as Jade Furong back then.

The author says:

happy new year~