Looking at the bright moon

Today's Huali Theater is extremely lively, both the box and the guest seats below are already fully booked.After six o'clock in the evening, the entrance of the theater was crowded, and those pulling carts and waiting for business, and those selling cigarettes and melon seeds lined up bustlingly on both sides of the street.Human voices overwhelmed the passing car horns.

A signboard was hung up in the theater, and tonight there was "Send a Fan", with the three big characters of Bai Yansheng next to it, which was dazzlingly reflected by a circle of colored lights.Strange to say, this Bai Yansheng made his debut on the stage a few months ago, and became popular overnight.Every time he plays, there is not a day when it is not full of guests, and the audience almost squeezes the door of the theater.However, Bai Yansheng hadn't been popular for a long time, and he sank suddenly again - as if he was firmly held down by an invisible big hand.Many of his plays have been withdrawn, and he finally appeared on stage once, and from time to time there are ruffians and rascals below who provoke and make trouble, disturbing the audience's peace.Within a week, the fledgling star faltered and nearly lost its luster.

Those who don't know are kept in the dark, and those who know know it tacitly. Anyone who can suppress a celebrity to such an extent must be a big shot who can't afford to offend.If an actor offends such a person, what else can he do other than admit that he is unlucky?

Unexpectedly, today, someone came to praise Bai Yansheng again.This one was unprecedentedly generous, directly buying the tickets for the entire show, and appointed Bai Yansheng to sing the penultimate scene of the night.Right now the play has not started yet, but the guests have almost arrived, crowding around the audience, both on and off the stage are equally lively.

More than 20 minutes before leaving the performance, several cars slowly came from the other side of the street and stopped at the gate of Huali Theater.The two cars in the front opened the doors first, and several big men in black shirts with unfriendly faces came down, resisted the crowd and pushed to both sides, shouting: "Get out of the way!"

The owner of the theater was looking forward to it at the door, and when he saw these cars, he trotted over with his hands in his hands, and asked the man in black next to him, "Is the third master here?"

The man nodded, and the theater owner hurriedly walked over to the car in the middle, arched his back, and waited with a smile on his face.

When the car door opened, the first thing that protruded was a snow-white delicate hand.A man in black took two steps forward and held the hand.The owner of the hand stepped out of the car accompanied by a faint fragrance. It turned out to be a tall girl.She was wearing a rose red short cheongsam, with a slim figure, her curly hair curled up, and under her black bangs was a beautiful face.As soon as the theater owner saw her, he immediately let out a soft cry and said with a smile, "Miss Fifth, you are a rare visitor. It's rare for you to come to the theater today."

Pei Ling turned her head and glanced at him with a smile. The ruby ​​pendant under her ear was filled with flickering lights, like wine in a glass, rippling gently: "I'm just accompanying a guest, so you don't need to greet me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the bodyguard greeted a person from the car behind.The man was dressed in a moon white hemp silk shirt, tall and thin, with a gentle and handsome appearance, he was the honored guest that the owner of the theater had been waiting for for a long time.The owner of the theater was about to go up to say hello tremblingly, when he saw the distinguished guest get out of the car, but still did not go away, and waited outside the car door, his eyes fell on the car, as if he was waiting for someone.

Not long after, a pair of hands stretched out from the car, grabbed the sleeve of the distinguished guest, and leaned out.It turned out to be a teenager.The boy was also wearing the same gown, and one leg seemed to be injured.Although the eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, the expression is cold and serious.Ye Xue pinched the flower like an ice sculpture, before she could make a sound, her eyes had already kept people away thousands of miles away.

Of these two people, one is gentle and the other is indifferent, perhaps because of their similar clothes, there is a subtle coincidence in their expressions for no reason, they look like brothers.The owner of the theater didn't dare to neglect, bowed to the older one, and said: "Third Master, thank you for your care tonight, please come with me, the box is ready." He made a welcome gesture , while looking at the young man: "This one is...?"

Wen Mingyu took the boy by the hand, looked down at him, and said with a smile, "This is my young master."

Hearing the words, the young man was startled for a moment, his ice-like expression melted slightly, he seemed helpless and smiled, and gently pulled Wen Mingyu's finger.The boss came to his senses at this time, he laughed a few times, and said: "Your young master, then we have to take care of you more carefully. What the third master said is right, it is a new era, and any parent will treat their child as a young master." Miss, come and hold it." Then, he turned his face to Shenghuan again, and slapped exaggeratedly: "Master Wen, this is your first time visiting, if there is anything that is not attentive to you, please let me know If not, please praise us in front of the third master, so that the third master can take care of our business."

It was not the first day that the theater owner met Wen Mingyu. He had only heard that he had a nephew before, and the owner of that nephew also recognized him, not the one in front of him.Although the boss was curious about how this character could quietly have an extra son, this question was destined to rot in his heart. Knowing too much about such family secrets would not be beneficial.

Sheng Huan followed Wen Mingyu, and went directly to the box on the second floor from a side staircase.When Wen Mingyu said to take him to the theater earlier, Sheng Huan thought it was just the two of them, but after changing his clothes today, he found that Wen Peiling was there too.She was in a good mood today, as soon as they sat down, Pei Ling called Sheng Huan to stop and told him about today's play.

While listening, Sheng Huan quietly turned his gaze to Wen Mingyu.The man was leaning in the chair, looking at the stage with both eyes, holding a folding fan, and the fan was opening and closing in his hand, as if bored.But even though he was bored, he still didn't take a look at Shenghuan's place, and he was a little strangely distant.

Pei Ling's voice suddenly sounded: "Always stare at your father, isn't he more beautiful than a play?"

Sheng Huan was taken aback and quickly looked at Peiling.He vaguely guessed that Pei Ling was the person outside the door that day, but after they met, Pei Ling's words and deeds were not abnormal, Sheng Huan thought she didn't see anything—until she asked this sentence.

"I've spent a lot of time telling you about the past and the future. You have to give me some face and listen to me." Peiling held her chin and glared at him coquettishly. The words just now seemed to be hers. A joke.Sheng Huan was a little ashamed by what she said, so she explained: "I'm listening."

Peiling smiled sweetly, peeled a grape, and handed it to Shenghuan's mouth.Sheng Huan hid back for a moment, and heard her say again: "Wait a minute, I'm apologizing to you. I misunderstood you before and said a few bad things. If you refuse to eat, I will treat you as a You're still mad at me."

Her method of coercion is very like her brother's.Sheng Huan was not good at dealing with women, so when Pei Ling forced her, she opened her mouth and carefully took the fruit.

The movement here finally alarmed Wen Mingyu, he turned his head, first glanced at Sheng Huan, then at Pei Ling, and sighed: "You know that he is thin-skinned, why do you always tease him?"

Pei Ling flew over with a wink, as if she was coquettish with her brother: "Third brother is really stingy, Sheng Huan is your son and my nephew, I am joking with my nephew, do you want to interfere?"

Wen Mingyu smiled, as if he didn't intend to argue with her.Just at this time, bursts of music came from the stage, and Li Xiangjun showed up with a sad face.This Xiangjun has a slender figure and a bright and glamorous appearance. Even if his eyes are sad, they are like spring water cages with peach blossoms drooping dew.

This person must be Yu Fengting's younger brother, the talented Bai Yansheng.As soon as he opened his mouth, he sang: "The spring breeze is so chilly that the censer is too lazy to burn." The voice was sweet and sweet, and it immediately won applause.Peiling was also attracted to her, and she didn't care about chatting with Shenghuan anymore.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sheng Huan looked at Wen Mingyu again.Seeing this, his heart skipped a beat again, Wen Mingyu was not watching the play, the other party was looking at him.The eyes of the two collided, and Wen Mingyu suddenly flicked his wrist, closed the folding fan, and gently tapped towards the stage in a comfortable and calm manner, which was a signal for him to concentrate on what he should do at the moment.

Sheng Huan didn't have much interest in the resentment and disappointment on the stage. His emotions, joys, anger, sorrows and joys were right in front of him, but that person stopped looking at him.The other party put a folding fan against his forehead and closed his eyes, as if he had been engrossed in the play.Only now did Sheng Huan vaguely understand that Wen Mingyu was probably trying to avoid suspicion, and he didn't want to be misunderstood by Wen Peiling.

This realization made Sheng Huan's heart a little sour. He looked away, not knowing where to put it, and finally stopped on a plate of apples.He remembered that when he was still in the hospital, Wen Mingyu carved a dog, but said it was a cat.The corners of Shenghuan's mouth couldn't help but curl up, and he picked up an apple and the knife beside him.The wound on his hand had just healed, and his movements were still a little rusty, but after a few moves, the jerkyness quickly faded away, and Sheng Huan's movements became proficient.

Just sang on the stage: "It's just like peach slices chasing snow waves, catkins blowing in the wind; sleeves cover the face of the spring breeze, and the Han Dynasty comes out at dusk." Peiling didn't know what feeling she had, so she said, "Look at this ancient A woman is completely attached to a man physically and mentally, and when she is separated from her sweetheart, she will be fluffy in the wind and peach blossoms in the water, it is pitiful, but I don’t like that.”

When she turned her head, she saw that Sheng Huan was not listening to the show at all, but was only holding a piece of peeled apple, and was concentrating on carving it.She immediately laughed, and blamed him curiously and helplessly: "When you were watching a play, why are you wasting fruit?"

Sheng Huan looked up at her, then suddenly put down the knife, peeled a grape by himself, and handed it to Peiling.

Pei Ling was surprised and said, "Did you come to show off in front of Master so quickly with the methods you learned from me?"

Although she said so, she took the grape and took a bite with a smile on her face.Pei Ling suddenly shifted her interest to Sheng Huan again, lowered her voice, and asked him as if she was discussing some secret: "You are 16 years old this year, right?"

Seeing Sheng Huan nodding, Pei Ling moved closer to him. First, she looked vigilantly in the direction where Wen Mingyu was sitting, and found that the other party was not paying attention, so she said: "You are bored at home every day, so boring. Although I don't I often live in Yancheng, but there are quite a few friends here, and some of them can be introduced to you." Speaking of this, she winked narrowly at Sheng Huan: "Do you like a quieter girlfriend, or a lively one? What about a little?"

Sheng Huan's movements paused, and at this moment, there were bursts of applause from downstairs, making the tune on the stage far away and blurred.Wen Peiling looked at the young man beside her with a smile, trying to get a clue from his reaction.After a brief silence, Sheng Huan raised his face, his dark eyes were calm and indifferent, like the surface of a lake covered with thin ice.The clear, cold ice reflected her face, Sheng Huan replied: "I don't dare to bother you about my affairs."

During this period of time, Peiling could often see her brother getting along with this child. Sheng Huan beside Wen Mingyu was submissive and soft, and even the silence seemed unusually gentle.Peiling thought that Wen Mingyu had pulled out the thorns all over Sheng Huan's body one by one, but at this moment, she realized that those thorns were still on Sheng Huan's body.He just put them away and turned them into soft fur. As long as he changed the target, those thorns could stand up and open at any time, forcing back any target he didn't like.

Sheng Huan refused so simply and alienatedly that Pei Ling couldn't figure out the reason.

At the end of the show, Peiling's temptations did not yield any results.She really suspected that she was too thoughtful and misunderstood the father and son.She saw the two people in the box, one of them was only interested in listening to the play, didn't say a word of extraneous words, didn't listen to a word, and was absorbed in tossing the things in his hands.Pei Ling felt that it would be boring to stay any longer, so she left the theater on the pretext of having an appointment.

Sheng Huan finally finished carving the thing in his hand. He put down the knife, stood up while supporting the table, and dragged one leg to Wen Mingyu's side.Wen Mingyu noticed the movement, and in a blink of an eye, Sheng Huan stretched out his hand in front of him, with his palm spread out, and a small, apple-carved animal lay on it.

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help showing a smile, and caught the monster with the dog's head and cat's body in his hands.Sheng Huan did it on purpose, his workmanship is not bad, every part is lifelike, but they combined into a weird look.Wen Mingyu tentatively asked, "Is this a cat?"

Sheng Huan said, "You said earlier that you would not be angry no matter what I took you for. You lied to me."

Wen Mingyu didn't look at him, and was still playing with the things in his hand, only tossed two words: "Really?"

This charade-like atmosphere made Shenghuan extremely bored. He used to be greedy for the tenderness of the other party, and dared not reveal his thoughts.But he couldn't bear it anymore. What Sheng Huan wanted was not an elder's care for his younger generation. He had a hunch that if he didn't speak up, Wen Mingyu would definitely maintain this illusion until one of them changed his mind.

Sheng Huan knew that he would never change, but he had no confidence in Wen Mingyu.After pondering for a while, Sheng Huan made an extremely rude gesture. He held Wen Mingyu's face and forced her to look up.

For a moment, the clear and melancholy singing voice and the sound of silk and bamboo are far away, and the voice of the people below is also far away, and the world of joy falls into a pair of dark eyes.It was cold and lonely there, only his shadow stood there alone.

Sheng Huan suddenly became angry, glared at Wen Mingyu, and said in a deep voice: "Isn't it, you know better than me."

The back of his hand suddenly warmed up and was caged by Wen Mingyu.The other party seemed to want to take his hand off, but for some reason, he didn't move after the two touched, and only increased the strength of his hand a little bit.Sheng Huan even hurt a little from being held, and he didn't move. His anger gradually dissipated in the warmth of the two of them. Wen Mingyu could stir his mood with just a word, and he could easily shake him with just one movement. The waves flattened.In front of this person, Sheng Huan is always the passive one.

Wen Mingyu finally made a move. He grabbed Sheng Huan's wrist and pushed it aside, motioning Sheng Huan to sit on the chair beside him.

The two chairs were very close, and as soon as he sat down, it seemed as if his knees were touching, and Wen Mingyu's breath became clearer.Sheng Huan tilted his head and looked down, but Wen Mingyu still didn't let go of his hand.

The hoarse and soft voice asked, "Shenghuan, what do you want to do after your injury is healed?"

Wen Mingyu called his name with a solemn tone, this is a serious question.If he had known Wen Mingyu before, Sheng Huan might not have been able to give an accurate answer. After all, in the past years, he had tried his best to survive, so he was not qualified to talk about "want" or "want".However, after returning to Wen Mingyu's side, Sheng Huan already had the answer.In the past, he only dared to keep this answer secretly in his heart, but now that the other party asked him, he felt a little embarrassed to say it, for fear of being laughed at by Wen Mingyu.

It's okay not to speak, Wen Mingyu is waiting for his answer.Shenghuan hesitated for a few minutes, and finally mustered up the courage to say that sentence: "I want to be like you."

Because of his nervousness, his voice was louder than usual, with a bit of youthful longing and stubbornness, and the accent was biting like an oath.This was the answer that Wen Mingyu wanted to hear, when he took Sheng Huan back to Longyuan, he had some plans for this.But when Sheng Huan really said these words himself, Wen Mingyu suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

He held Sheng Huan's hand, pressed the eye-catching scar with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "You might as well think about it again."

Hearing this sentence, Sheng Huan's face immediately blushed, thinking that Wen Mingyu only took his answer as a spur of the moment.He wanted to refute, but before he could make a sound, he heard Wen Mingyu say again: "Do you really know what I did and how I got into this position? It's not that simple for you to enter this industry."

Sheng Huan looked back at him. At this time, the young man was extraordinarily fearless and decisive, eager to try, and said with a little bit of toughness: "If you can do it, why can't I?"

Wen Mingyu almost laughed at the opponent's confrontation, this is his child, of course Wen Mingyu believes that there is nothing he can't do, as long as Sheng Huan is willing, he can do everything well.

Wen Mingyu raised her hand, and her fingertips landed on the side of Sheng Huan's face, gently stroking the corners of his eyes.The child still has a pair of clean eyes, black and white are distinct, black like the first ice, white like freshly fallen snow, free of every drop of impurity.

There was a lot of noise downstairs, the show was over, and the spectators were leaving their seats.Batch after batch of people poured out from the door, the most exciting play has been sung, and there are very few left to catch the last one.In the midst of this tidal noise, Sheng Huan heard Wen Mingyu's voice: "Sheng Huan, I killed my own brother when I was the same age as you."

After a brief silence, the soft and low-pitched music sounded again, mixed with the warm and mellow aroma, wrapping Wen Peiling tightly.Even though it was late at night, there were still quite a few customers in this cafe. Compared to the quiet Long Garden, Pei Ling still paid more attention to this kind of bustle full of popularity.

She paid Xizai a tip, and was about to spend some boring time here alone, when she suddenly heard someone calling softly from behind: "Mi Siwen?"

The voice was unfamiliar, but Pei Ling didn't mind turning away for it.She hadn't seen the man's face clearly yet, but her gaze took a step ahead and crashed into a pair of rain-colored, deep and melancholy eyes.