[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

Ever since the last time Huamanlou made a fuss, Er Yuehong has returned to Liyuan to sing operas.

Zhang Qishan and Xie Jiuye both sent him gold bars, but Er Yuehong returned all of them. Although Qi Tiezui, who made money by fortune telling, had no savings, he also sent some silver notes, and had another meal by the way.

After his wife, the second master Hong from Jiumen in Changsha once again became angry and became a concubine. The news spread throughout the city of Changsha the next day, and the people talked about it, saying that this girl might be the new wife of the second master.

And this legendary new lady was so bored in the backstage of the Liyuan that she put on facial makeup for the handyman.

Er Yuehong was singing in Liyuan, afraid that she would run around again, so she brought her along to save trouble.

While smearing, An Zixuan tilted her head to see Er Yuehong walking on the stage like a breeze supporting willows, speaking like swallows whispering, singing a song of love, flowers, snow and moon, and reciting a song about the tranquility of the years. Danjiao, frown and frown, happy and angry, looking forward to the gods, coupled with melodious singing, fascinated the audience in the audience, and most of the people know that the second master is a kind and righteous person. The ancestral business has been suppressed, and even spontaneously came to join in the show, so the Liyuan is full of customers these days, even the aisles are full of people.

"Oh Miss Zixuan, you stabbed the paintbrush into my eye socket!" The servant who was pulled over by An Zixuan to make a drawing board yelled in pain. An Zixuan came back to her senses and hurriedly apologized. Yelling, the boy escaped from An Zixuan's imprisonment like a life-saving straw.

An Zixuan threw away the paintbrush regretfully, and tried the water temperature in the blue and white porcelain teapot beside it, it was still a little hot. The pot was soaked with honeysuckle and fat sea, which were medicinal herbs for moistening the throat. After several scenes, her voice was hoarse every day when she came back to the mansion, so she held Qi Tiezui to grab some throat-moistening herbs to make tea, and forced Er Yuehong to drink a pot every time Er Yuehong came to rest. Why aren't you out today?

An Zixuan stretched her neck to look at the stage, guessing that Er Yuehong might be adding to the drama, she kicked her feet and walked backstage, grabbed the paintbrush that was still stained with ink, took out a few sheets of paper from the drawer, and wrote and drew on it , humming and whining while writing, not even paying attention to Er Yuehong standing behind her when she ended up.

"What are you writing?" Er Yuehong sat beside An Zixuan, and took off the heavy crown on her head.

"It's the lyrics." An Zixuan picked up one and blew it: "This is an ancient style song, and there are elements of Peking Opera in it."

"Really? I just have a while before I take off my makeup, so you can sing." Er Yuehong took off the layers of costumes on her body while taking the paper handed over by An Zixuan. The big black dog was still unsightly pawing on the ground, Er Yuehong looked at An Zixuan who had already started singing in confusion, is this a girl's name?

The song sung by An Zixuan is called Qiansi Opera, and it tells about the life-long companionship and parting between a puppet and a marionette. She sings very slowly and sadly, although she sings very Childish, but the paper held in Er Yuehong's hand is not moved by the wind.

"The orchid finger twists the world of mortals like water, the three-foot red platform, everything is singing... If you give up a tear, if you grow old, I can accompany you..."

At the end of the song, a tear ran down the corner of Er Yuehong's eyes, and wet the thin rice paper in his hand.

"They have misunderstood you, but I am only at your disposal. How can there be more perfection in the world." He murmured: "Singing goodbye for a long time will never be sad, and the very red will turn to ashes. May anyone remember who is the best age, The best years of my life were when I rescued you in Huamanlou, and then you turned into dust and buried in my heart, and I became that lifeless puppet, whose every move was controlled by you, girl , girl, you said your whole life, but not mine, if I get old I can accompany you, if I get old I can accompany you, girl..."

An Zixuan stood silently by the side, watching him pinch the piece of paper, her shoulders trembling slightly, she raised her head to force back the tears in her eyes, then suddenly stepped forward to knock the paper off his hand and shouted at him: "Er Yuehong, look into my eyes!"

"Er Yuehong, I don't want you to be a lifeless puppet, I don't want you to swallow tasteless Yangchun noodles three times a day, I want you to get out of the cage that traps you, I want you to look up and see the flowers blooming outside the window Zhengming, I want you to see the smoke curling up outside the Red Mansion, I want you to see..."

She wiped away the tears all over her face, paused, and said slowly in a voice that only she could hear: "I want you to see that you still have me in your life..."

That night, Er Yuehong was drunk, and she sang a silk-drawing show under the tree in the courtyard all night long, until she passed out under the tree. The window sill hit her body, and no one saw the wet corner of the quilt.

Er Yuehong, I am destined not to be able to grow old with you, your life is affected by another woman, let me ask you, in your life, can you shed a tear for me?

If you give up a tear, if you grow old, I can accompany you, and you will be ashes in the mist, and you will go perfectly.

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Half a month later, Er Yuehong relied on Liyuan's income to go to a store to exchange gold bars, and brought An Zixuan to Huamanlou.

The wooden box opened with a snap, and An Zixuan's eyes were blinded by the golden eyes.

Fuck so many gold bars, Er Yuehong earned it?

Fuck so many gold bars, none of them are mine?

An Zixuan was lying behind Er Yuehong, staring at the box of gold bars with big eyes. If Er Yuehong didn't stop her, she would have to lie on the gold bars.

"Let's order some, isn't it thirty?" Er Yuehong pushed the box towards Wan|Niang in front of her.

The servant next to him took the box and counted it briefly, then closed the wooden box and stood back to Wan|Niang.

"Second Master Nine Gates really keeps his word." Wan|Niang waved his hand, and the servant immediately took out an envelope from his sleeve and handed it to Er Yuehong: "Second Master Hong, this is the written certificate from Hitachi that day. Keep it."

Er Yuehong took the piece of paper, threw it into the candlelight and turned it into ashes: "Thank you, I will still take care of Huamanlou's business, but Zixuan is mine, I hope|wan|mother|give me a face , give Jiumen a face."

"That's natural. I dare not refute the face of Changsha Nine Gates." Wan|Niang| smiled in all kinds of ways: "But today, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."

Er Yuehong paused, and glanced at Lu Jianxun who flashed out from behind the screen: "What do you mean, Chief Lu?"

"Second Master Hong." Lu Jianxun smiled triumphantly: "You are suspected of colluding with the Japanese to leak the military situation in Changsha, please come with us."

"Collude with the Japanese?" An Zixuan sneered: "Second Master has been bedridden, and when he got better, he sang operas in the Liyuan. During this period, the Japanese did not set foot in the Liyuan. You say that the Second Master colluded with the Japanese, and show evidence."

"Hey Mrs. Hong, please calm down." Lu Jianxun smiled, staring at Er Yuehong's dark eyes: "No one can tell whether the second master is really sick in bed, and we have not said that the second master is really sick. Colluding with the Japanese is just a suspicion, but if the second master is really innocent, he doesn't mind going with us, right the second master?"

As he said that, he waved his hand, and his face suddenly became ferocious: "Come here, take Er Yuehong down for me!"

The author has something to say:

Today I was eating and drinking outside, and now I am fooling around in an Internet cafe. Well, I will continue fooling around. Everyone, read the article carefully and spit it out if you have a problem. The author is not glass-hearted, come and be happy, anyway, I have a lot of time