I have nothing but luck

"It's said that it's hard to spend the day, but it's April every year.

It is said that the moon is always round when it is cloudy and sunny, but it is the same bend from ancient to modern times.

Spring and Autumn Early Education changed Zhu Yan, but fortunately the sound of the pipa remained the same, and the mind was still the same.

Hugh asked how many joys and sorrows there are in the blooming and falling of durian flowers in front of the hall, the north wind and the south geese.

Because the rare encounter is fate, drink up the wine here tonight.

I wish you a young man who is young and old, showing his face every day, no matter how many vicissitudes he encounters.

By singing and feasting, three times with dirty wine, heartbroken after parting, and trying to add meals. "

Haojing is the most prosperous place in the world.

Pingkangfang is the most charming and gentle township in Gaojing.

The two most famous buildings in Pingkang Square are Chenxiang Building and Linxian Pavilion.

Agarwood floats red sleeves, and Linxian hides emeralds.

This sentence once blew through the entire city of Haojing accompanied by the fragrance of high-rise buildings 30 years ago.

Hongxiu and Cuiqiao were the respective signboards of Chenxiang Tower and Linxian Pavilion at that time. Not only were they born with unsurpassed beauty like immortals, but they also possessed unique skills.

The red-sleeved lady can play the best pipa in the world, and she plucks the strings with her bare hands, while elegant guests retreat, and princes restrain their faces.It has alarmed countless frivolous people from all over the world to come to Pingkangfang from thousands of miles away, just to listen to the good pipa that is equipped in the sky.

Lady Cuiqiao has the most graceful and graceful figure in the world, and she can dance the Hu Xuan Dance unmatched. It is said that when watching Cuiqiao dance, there is no need for wine on the table. When she finishes dancing, people will be drunk Thoroughly, I wondered if she flew away like those gods and fairies, leaving nothing behind.

The literati look down on each other, and colleagues are jealous, and it is the same principle when it comes to beauties.

When Hongxiu and Cuiqiao's old enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

Red sleeves love red, and Cui Qiao loves green; red sleeves love high buns, and Cui Qiao often wears them in low buns; red sleeves love gold, silver and dazzling flowers, and Cui Qiao likes pearls and jades to be soft and elegant.

Sometimes it is even so difficult that Hongxiu does not see the guests who come out of Linxiang Tower, and Cuiqiao refuses to meet the benefactors who come from Chenxiang Tower.

The only thing is that they are surprisingly similar.

They all love Jiang Jingxing.

30 years ago, Jiang Jingxing’s stay in Haojing was not the same as today’s only leaving the name of a saint, and the rest of his likes and dislikes are all hidden in the incense of the gods.

At that time, the city was full of well-dressed children and romantic figures, counting him as the most handsome, lively and wanton.

Riding the horse leaning on the leaning bridge, the tricks of red sleeves all over the building are not empty words, where is he not being smashed all over by flowers that seem to be free of money?

How exaggerated?It was so exaggerated that his very spiritual love horse refused to go out with him.

The little lady of Hao Jing felt sorry for his face, and refused to greet him seriously, and only threw a fresh handkerchief.The rest of the pearls, hairpins, jade pendants, melons and fruits that show love are all thrown in vain to make a show. The one who suffers is his chasing wind horse, which needs to be careful not to be smashed all the time. What's wrong with you.

On the day of Jiang Jingxing's twentieth birthday, the red-sleeved Cuiqiao who has always had me without you, and you without me, did something that made everyone in Haojing stunned.

They performed on the same stage, the red sleeves played the pipa, Cuiqiao danced Hu Xuan, and they were the only one in the world.

At that time, Hongxiu Cuiqiao was still at the age of a lotus, as charming and charming as their names.

Hongxiu rolled up her wide sleeves like a red cloud, plucked the pipa with her fingertips, and sang the tune composed by Lian Ye.

The emerald skirt is like a peony with multiple petals, but it also looks like clouds spreading out, supporting her to reproduce the dancing in the sky in the fairy murals.

When the dance stopped, Hongxiu raised her hand and covered her mouth with Sipa and smiled: "I also said in the song, if Jiang Lang sincerely thanks, a pot of wine is enough, ordinary gold, silver and jewels are enough for ordinary people, but Jiang Lang's envoys are meaningless." , me and Cuiqiaoyuan are not for this either."

Jiang Jingxing laughed loudly: "How dare you betray good intentions?"

After he returned home with ten jugs of wine, he will seal a thousand taels of gold tomorrow, and ten dendrobiums of pearls will be given to Cuiqiao with red sleeves respectively, with a note in his handwriting "A thousand pieces of gold is like dust to me, throw it away with the book for entertainment."

"Today is full of flowers and a full moon, and the lights of Qionglou in Qihu are all red, and it is suspected that the rising sun has been replaced by this clear night.

Gold jars and jade plates are like flowing water, and the sound of persuasion is endless.

To hold the fruit red crane together, this night is better than thousands of festivals.

On a good night, I will do my best to find joy, not to mention those sad gatherings and partings, sorrows wasted, and sorrows and partings.

What's more, you and I are still young, and my green temples are still like dark clouds.

A pot of turbid wine is enough to thank you, don't let that pearl be like dust, a thousand years of merit and karma.

Even in the famine years, it is difficult to hide the unique quality of beautiful jade, not to mention the auspicious snow in good years. "

Jiang Jingxing unconsciously hummed the lyrics of that song back then.

Thirty years later, Hongxiu took over Chenxiang Building and became the "auntie" in the mouth of other women in the building. Her color gradually faded, but her status as a national pipa player was unshakable, and her appearances became less and less. When she enters the palace to perform or the distinguished guests in the building want to hear her pipa and other important events, she hardly sees this beauty who was famous in Haojing 30 years ago in the rest of the time.

Those who came to Chenxiang Tower today did not expect to meet this legend in Pingkangfang.

They lowered their voices, not daring to disturb Hongxiu on the stage, they whispered to their companions whether some important person came to Pingkangfang in person, only then did they disturb Hongxiu.

Xie Rongjiao was not annoyed that he was humming so that he couldn't understand Hongxiu's libretto: "Master, what you hum is similar to the song sung by the red-sleeved lady on stage, but the libretto seems a little different."

"This is the original libretto of the song played by Hongxiu." Jiang Jingxing said with a smile, "I think she recognized me, and specially dug up this song and changed the libretto for me to listen to. The libretto she sang just now is better 30 years ago, she was young, her heart was full of beauty and gold, and she was full of vigor and vitality, but it was not as good as what she just sang."

Xie Rongjiao asked him softly: "Do you want to meet that lady with red sleeves?"

They specially sang an old song from 30 years ago for Jiang Jingxing on stage, they must have had a good friendship in the past.

The silk and bamboo staggered all over the venue, the colorful sleeves fluttered, and the scent of incense suddenly made Xie Rongjiao feel in a trance.

Even though he had heard Jiang Jingxing's past a thousand times or ten thousand times, he was still too far away from the Jiang Jingxing in the past.

At that time, he probably once had cloud-like hair on his temples, the blue eyes of beauties in the colorful clothes and dresses, famous swords, good wine, precious horses and beauties were perfect, and he made up a youthful romance.

This kind of distance almost makes people feel the despair of exploring the moon in the water and looking for flowers under the mirror.

No matter how much you love the beauty of Huayue, you want to reach out and touch the temperature of the bright moon, the flowers are soft, but Huayue is destined to be unable to get close in the water, under the mirror, and in fate.

Xie Rongjiao's mood is like various different incenses wafting out from behind the screens, it is not clear which part goes to which room, which part comes out from which furnace.

Jiang Jingxing: "I didn't come to Haojing before because I was afraid of this."

Xie Rongjiao moved his lips, as if searching for words to comfort him.

Jiang Jingxing sighed rather melancholy: "Especially this Pingkangfang, as soon as I stepped in, I couldn't help but think of the years when I still had money and spent a lot of money."

A stack of bank notes was thrown in front of him.

Xie Rongjiao frowned and said coldly: "Is it fun to tease me?"

Jiang Jing even sold himself for the money, so what is conscience?

So he quickly tucked the banknote into his sleeve, put away his pretentious sorrow, and said seriously: "It's quite fun."

Xie Rongjiao wanted to take back the banknotes thrown out.

He only hated himself for throwing it too fast, Jiang Jingxing's movements were lightning fast, he raised his hand on the table, he didn't put it down, he didn't put it back.

Jiang Jingxing took advantage of the situation and pulled him up: "Ah Ci calm down, calm down. I'll take you to Linxian Pavilion to have a look.

It's unlucky to be able to see Cuiqiao's Hu Xuan like 30 years ago. "

Hu Xuanwu is no better than the pipa, the red sleeves can grow old and become stronger, but Cuiqiao's mortal body can't always maintain the lightness and gracefulness of a girl, so she can't dance the Hu Xuan of the past.

Even if she recognizes him, Cuiqiao is determined not to dance another song, for fear of being laughed at as a beauty, she might as well spend time staying on her once beautiful figure like a fairy, leaving regrets in vain.

Xie Rongjiao asked: "Are you really not going to see that red-sleeved lady? After all, Master, you have a very close relationship with her."

Jiang Jingxing hissed lightly: "Why do I feel that I have become a frivolous slut in your mouth?"

Xie Rongjiao was honest and pertinent: "I don't know. But since the red-sleeved lady is willing to show up and play a tune for you, she must not be an ordinary acquaintance."

"Hongxiu Cuiqiao was famous in the capital at that time, and I would listen to them play the pipa and dance when I was free. After all, it is rare in the world to have such a good-looking person like me, and I don't spare gold and silver. I think they wrote it down at that time. mine."

Jiang Jingxing recalled the days when gold and silver were regarded as dung, and recalled some sincere nostalgia, "Although the two of them are well-known, they were born in Pingkangfang. , and I can’t get around it. I was young at the time, I was hot-blooded, I didn’t follow the rules, I saw one and threw the other, and I got closer to the two of them.”

It's hard to imagine that the sage's one of the few charming stories of love and moonlight, which has been passed down by the world for so long, is so boring.

Xie Rongjiao's heart was like that cigarette, which lightly ascended to the sky from the mouth of the beast, suddenly became brighter, and no longer had the previous obscurity and entanglement.

It was as if the mirror that had fettered him for a long time was broken, and the breeze sent him to the sky, and the bright moon was within reach.

He finally stood with Huayue whom he dreamed of.

Flowers in hand, full of moon.

He himself couldn't figure out what he was up to, so he said dryly: "Then Master, you were quite a hero when you were young."

Jiang Jingxing: "That's why Hongxiu should have admiration for me, a good-looking, once rich, heroic and courageous person."

Having said that, he has nothing to gain from the admiration of the famous oiran ladies in the capital.

When Jiang Jingxing was young, Meng Lang thought that he was not number one in the world in terms of appearance and family background, and he should be the number one in the world in the future. It is so natural that someone likes him.

Later, as he got older, he realized that he likes far more than the superficial scenery of throwing flowers and throwing handkerchiefs. There is nothing in this world for you to look better, your talent is outstanding, your cultivation level is high, and your family background is rich. Feel free to accept what others like.

So he never accepts extra rewards when he is talking about books, especially things like personal jewelry. When it comes to marriage, he doesn't even look at the sun, the moon, the sky and the sky.

Jiang Jingxing was an old man who casually mentioned to his descendants in his spare time that he had met a gentleman when he was young, and it was enough that he could not find anyone more handsome than him in his life.

No matter how much, I'm afraid it's hard to feel at ease.

When he himself falls into love, he understands the ecstasy that torments his heart and shakes his soul.He has calculated too many marriages in fortune-telling, and the number of idiots and resentful women he has seen is no less than that of Xuan Kai, and he knows that it is only a small number of people who form good results.

But I hope that every love will be cherished and taken seriously.

When Jiang Jing walked out of the entrance of Chenxiang Building, he stopped and turned his head to look at a familiar direction.

Upstairs, a woman who is no longer young is wearing a crimson red shirt and a pomegranate skirt, smiling at him from a distance, her red sleeves fluttering in the autumn wind as if they were back then.

It's not without emotion, she is getting old day by day, her complexion is deteriorating, and she is still the same as when she was a teenager.

More joy.

May you grow up and be young every day, and show your face every day, no matter how many times you change the vicissitudes of life.

Everything that needs to be said is said in the lyrics.