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When Pei Ye was a child, during festivals, he would follow the adults to the edge of the temple fair, watch the dancing of colorful clothes, and listen to the babbling of voices. This was his limited perception of "drama".

Fenghuai is a small town. There are no grand theaters or famous actors. Just set up a stage in an open space and hang a curtain on the background, and you can sing all day long.

Pei Ye, who is not as tall as people's chests, has no interest in this rare activity. Although the elders he knows happily say, "Go and listen to the show!", Pei Ye stands on tiptoe and looks through the gaps in the crowd. There are no ostentatious movements, and the elongated voice cannot be distinguished. Looking at those strange painted faces, I just feel baffled.

During this period, he would often turn around and run back home, with a very relaxed pace. The adults in Gein would gather here to listen to the show, often until after sunset. Then many places are children's paradise, and he can carry out his own happy plans.

Later, when he pawned his house and his life deteriorated, he went to the stage less often. On festivals like Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival and New Year's Eve, he often sat with Grandpa Yue in a dim hut with an oil lamp dimmed, looking at the clean stars in the sky through the window, and listening to the firecrackers or laughter in the city, each talking and listening, Have a quiet, boring evening.

So the first time he actually listened to a play was when he and Li Mingqing sat in the theater in Qiujiu City, Xiangzhou.

I listened very seriously that time. At that time, the girl loved this activity, and the picture of the Immortal King was still unsolved. Pei Ye was not distracted at all, and the costumes and lyrics are still clearly remembered in his mind.

But now, sitting in the theater in Shenjing, the experience has gone up a notch - not only does it have a lid on the head, it is almost carved; the stage is not only big, it can be used for horse racing.

There is no need for two people to sit on a cramped bench, but one chair for each person, and four chairs surrounding a table. Pei Ye and Jiang Yin'er sat down, and soon hot tea and snacks were put out. It was indeed a business in Tianzi City. , even though it is very old and deserted, every thought is still in place.

"What's the song for the next show? Is there any story about Zhao Zilong riding the savior alone?" Pei Ye looked around at the scenery set up on the stage, "I often hear people say this is beautiful."

Jiang Yin'er shook his head.

"What about Gaozu killing the snake?"

"It seems not."

"Those three heroes fought against Lu Bu, the empty city strategy, and Zhang Fei's retreat from Cao's army at Dangyang Bridge..."

"None of them. Why is it that Brother Shi only has a book about fighting and killing in his heart?" Jiang Yin'er smiled and raised her finger, "Generally, today's repertoire is hung on the side of the theater. You can see it yourself."

Pei Ye took a quick look, and his mood suddenly turned cold. The whole day was filled with things like "Yinjing Yuan" and "Kite Wrong". Jiang Yin'er was not picky. It was her first time to listen to a play in a big city like Shenjing. The girl's anticipation was palpable. Her eyes were bright and her hands were placed squarely on her knees.

Pei Ye leaned towards the opera player at the table and said, "Old sir, it's our first time here with my roommate. How is the singing in this courtyard?"

The old opera guest was nearly seventy years old, with gray hair on his temples, and was wrapped in a warm jacket. He came out to listen to the opera on such a snowy day. He was obviously a theater fan for many years. At this time, he squinted his eyes like a drunken man and said "Hey": " Lucky! It’s the best!”

"What's the best?"

"It's the best!" said the old opera actor, "I'm telling you, ever since the "Crane and Duck" book came out, the popular plays are all about fighting and killing. I've listened to it a few times - ugh , those clichés.”

Pei Ye frowned.

The old opera guest waved his hand: "For this play, you still have to listen to it; you still have to chew the lyrics. This theater has been deserted in recent years, all because of the lack of martial arts students who don't like to perform those Jianghu dramas, but the characters They are all famous actors, and their books are all old books. A few decades ago, you would have spent three to five taels of silver to buy this seat from someone else! "

Pei Ye understood. It turned out to be an old theater that almost no one was listening to. After a quick glance, he saw that there were only a small number of people sitting in the theater. As expected, most of them were in their forties or fifties. He regretted it at this time, thinking that his original intention was to lead the audience. Yin'er, come and listen to some new plays. Don't spend these three coins on old plays.

The curtain opened on time, the lights under the stage were dim, the lights on the stage were bright, and the drums and pianos were played. Pei Ye's eyes widened slightly at first.

In the deserted darkness, a very sophisticated and clean tune sounded in the hall. It must be the old piano and flute that have been washed over the years. Their owners played them as naturally as eating and drinking. Sure enough, in such a surrounding environment Only in this way can he clearly capture every fine transition... Pei Ye had to admit that this play really needs to be listened to.

He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yin'er. The girl was looking at the stage intently. Seeing that she was satisfied, Pei Ye also smiled with satisfaction, leaned on the back of the chair and calmed down. There was a faint sound of firecrackers outside, but here it was the New Year's Eve. A rare peaceful place in the festival.

Scene after scene of drama passed, mostly melodious music. Pei Ye half-listened and half-naped, squinting his eyes as if falling asleep. Jiang Yin'er was always attentive, letting out a chuckle or two from time to time, or lightly frowning her delicate eyebrows.

Time passed by little by little, until it was probably the last piece of music, and the prelude sounded quietly. At this time, footsteps came from behind. Pei Ye opened his eyes and looked back. There was a new guest sitting on the empty table next to him.

A man in his thirties, wearing a cloak, with a few light plum blossoms drawn with silver thread on the dark silk material. He sat down and poured a cup of hot tea. On the other side, an old actor put his head in and greeted: "Brother Li, Haven’t seen you for a few days.”

The man said "hmm" and said, "Today we are going to talk about Chen Su's Lin'er play. Please take the time to come and listen to it."

Pei Ye looked at him. The most outstanding impression of this man on Pei Ye was that he was clean, with clean clothes, a clean face, a clean look, a clean voice... He was dressed in single clothes and a cloak, without any accessories or ribbons, and his hair was only A small ring is tied up.

The second impression he gave him was that of lightness and calmness. If Yan Feiqing was like a white plum in the snow, then this man was more like the falling snow itself, without any celestial spirit, covering the world equally, no matter whether it was a jade tree or a beautiful branch Still dirty and muddy.

He slowly rubbed a round square of light blue jade with his left hand as if to warm it. However, it was not a warm jade. Pei Ye was keenly aware of the coldness emanating from it - it was clearly a piece of cold jade.

Just as Pei Ye was casting his gaze at him, he suddenly felt a shiver all over his body, as if his whole body was trembling. There was a deep and clear voice rising from the drum and harp, and the man's "Lin'er's Play" came out. Once he opened his mouth, it penetrated into the boy's ear unexpectedly.

"It's stormy outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion..."

Pei Ye turned around and looked at the stage. She was wearing a slim red costume and the familiar tune was flowing from her throat.

Many times people are not aware of what music they have heard before. Even if the name is placed in front of them, it will only feel strange at first sight - unless you hear it clearly again.

In an instant, Pei Ye was pulled back to those dimly lit nights and the old trees in the old courtyard. Most of the time, he was busy with something, and the old man beside him had no one to speak, so he murmured roughly to himself. There were some unpleasant tunes... He had never listened carefully, but it had been burned into his memory.

"Where is the sad sound that breaks the silence..."

"Ah, it's this one." Jiang Yin'er shook her calf and gently touched her palm.

"Have you heard of Yin'er?"

"I've heard of it. I can still sing." Jiang Yin'er smiled, "But Master always says that I can't sing well. I want her to sing well, but she can't sing well."

"What song is this?" Pei Ye asked.

"It's "Suolin Bag", also known as "Lin'er Play"."

The old opera player next to him said with a drunken smile: "You are really a junior. Forty or fifty years ago, this opera was very popular in Shenjing. It was hard to find one in the opera garden. Alas, not many people have heard of it now... At that time, there was still a great general in the east. The troupes often go to the mansion to sing...Brother Li, although you are younger, you should remember it better than them."

"There is only a sedan chair visible across the curtain. It must be the newlyweds crossing the Magpie Bridge..."

The man next to him nodded and said quietly: "At that time, Shenjing performed a hundred plays, and seventy of them were this one. I remember."

But the old man smiled again: "You are only thirty-five or six. If you have ever seen anything about 'that time', you probably just listened to what the elders said."

The man had no expression. He looked at the stage quietly, but his eyes seemed to be in space. Pei Ye looked at him and was inexplicably stunned for a while.

The man seemed to feel something. He looked back at him and said quietly: "Didn't Yue Muzhou teach you this play?"

Pei Ye was startled, and subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, with a slightly startled look on his face: "...No."

Jiang Yin'er also looked at him in surprise. After all, he was from a well-known and upright family. He clasped his hands in fists and said, "Are you an old friend of Senior Yue? May I ask his name?"

"Shenjing City is such a big place, who is not an old friend?" The man did not answer, turning his head to look at her, "You are Ying Suyu's disciple. Although she is not good at singing, she has indeed heard good songs."

"...Did Grandpa Yue sing it?" Pei Ye was slightly startled.

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The man smiled lightly when he heard this: "You are indeed a supporter of Yue Muzhou."

"..."

He gently rubbed the side of blue jade and recalled: "Ying Suyu heard this play from Yue Muzhou probably twenty-five or six years ago in Shenjing. She may have thought that Yue Muzhou could sing well. That's fine, but this is a drama after all, and she has heard this drama many times in the twenty years since she grew up in the southwest."

"The most popular time for this play in Shenjing was fifty years ago. The entire general's palace liked it very much, and I often listened to it. The first person who brought it to the southwest was called Zhu Lianwo. At that time, Yue Muzhou was just About five or six years old." The man said softly, "Later, Ying Suyu heard it, Lin Yang heard it, and Yue Muzhou heard it, and then it came to your ears."

"On auspicious days and good times, we should laugh. Why do the shark beads turn into tears and throw them away? But now I understand..."

Pei Ye was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't quite understand a lot of what the man said, but the man didn't seem to care whether he understood or not. After speaking, he continued to look at the stage quietly.

An allegro flow passed by, and the familiar tune was fully activated in Pei Ye's mind. It was the first time that he heard the true lyrics of the song, and the cold and graceful words were just like the mountain rain in the deep blue.

"My ears are filled with tragic sounds and my heart is pounding. Why do people I meet on the road howl like this?"

…

A play is very long, but it always ends. The audience disperses. The man puts on his cloak and leaves the theater. Pei Ye and he both walk eastward.

It's strange that when walking next to this man, as long as he is silent, Pei Ye and Pei Ye feel that it is inconvenient to speak.

"On the first day of the new year, you two came out to listen to the play. Didn't Xu Chuo entertain you?" After walking half a street in silence, the man tilted his head and said.

Jiang Yin'er said: "No, I wanted to listen to the show, so I invited Brother Shi to accompany me."

The man looked at the two of them quietly, not knowing what he was thinking. He just nodded and said in a low voice after a moment: "Yue Muzhou and Ying Suyu have left Shenjing, but you two have come back... Generation after generation, it really seems like a fate."

Pei Ye was stunned again and didn't know how to answer, but the man didn't wait for any answer. When he walked to the end of the long street, he turned north and parted ways with them.

Jiang Yin'er's mood was not as chaotic as Pei Ye's. She just curiously watched the man's back for a while. When she turned around, she smiled and said: "Thank you, brother Shi, today's play is really good!"

Pei Ye then came back to his senses and smiled: "I'll take you there next time when I'm free."

Jiang Yin'er nodded with satisfaction, humming the tunes just now, and stepped back on the snow. When the two returned to the old house, more than ten people were eating dinner around the round table, and even Xu Chuo was there.

"I'll be gone for the whole day, you two can just celebrate the New Year by yourselves." Xu Chuo said with a smile.

"Why not? I'd like to celebrate the New Year with Yin'er." Pei Ye squeezed Zhang Piaoxu and sat down at the table.

Jiang Yin'er's cheeks blushed slightly: "Sorry, Mr. Xu, the show was so good that I forgot the time."

Xu Chuo didn't blame her. The snow that lasted for a whole year finally stopped at night. In accordance with the previous promise, Pei Ye took Jiang Yin'er to the yard to make a snowman. The new snow was very clean and soft. The ten fingers of the girl from the southwest were baked red by the snow, but her face was still full of happy smiles.

Pei Ye sat cross-legged in the snow, watching the girl in front of him put two black stones into her eye sockets with satisfaction, completing her first work independently. He smiled and said, "Yin'er."

"Hmm?"

"Actually, the most fun thing in the snow is not making snowmen." Pei Ye said, "There is a more exciting way to play, you haven't tried it yet."

Jiang Yin'er was curious: "What is it?"

"Come here." Pei Ye's hands were not in the snow, and he smiled, "Come squat here."

The girl was not on guard at all, her eyes were full of joy, she came to the boy with a smile, and squatted obediently: "What are you doing, brother Shi?"

Pei Ye grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it on the back of her neck, turned around and got up and ran away amid the girl's screams.