moonlight in front of the window

He tried hard to open his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound; he wanted to escape from here, but he couldn't take a single step, and the helplessness almost swallowed him...

Suddenly there was a trace of warmth coming from the palm of my hand.

In a trance, there seemed to be white spots of light emerging and flickering in the thick smoke and scarlet, and began to gradually linger around him, illuminating the originally cold and dark world.

Tong Xiaoliu suddenly opened his eyes, but what he saw was the handsome face of the young man, Tong Xiaoliu spoke in a daze.

"Xiaochun...Senior brother."

It turned out that the previous flames and smoke were nothing but hallucinations in a dream.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Zhang Xiaochun asked with concern, "You sweat a lot."

Tong Xiaoliu lowered his head and looked down, only to realize that his hand was held by Zhang Xiaochun. The other party's fingers were soft and warm, as if he wanted to warm his fingers.

Inexplicably, the emotions that had been chaotic due to the nightmare gradually calmed down.

"It's nothing, it's just a dream." Tong Xiaoliu murmured, not knowing whether he was answering Zhang Xiaochun or comforting himself.

"If you can't fall asleep, let me sing you a little song."

"Little song?"

"Let's resign and go to the deep mountains, Yinyun Peak enjoys leisure..." The young man's deliberately lowered voice lost the bright tone of the day, and added a soft, very reassuring tone.

"It sounds good."

"That's right." Even in the dark night, Tong Xiaoliu could still see Zhang Xiaochun's bright eyes. "Master also said that this song "The Wind and Rain Returns to the Boat" is the best song I have ever sung."

"It doesn't matter if you have nightmares, I will sleep with you in the future." Zhang Xiaochun has long been used to Tong Xiaoliu's silence, and continued to speak to himself, "I used to have nightmares when I was young. Master coaxed me like this and sang songs for me. Listen, I'm not afraid anymore..."

Hearing Zhang Xiaochun's words, Tong Xiaoliu suddenly felt very at ease. For a long time, he was in the endless darkness and could not find a way out.

Even if you keep running, you can't live to be redeemed.

And now, finally someone is willing to give him warmth, take him away from the darkness, and is willing to stay by his side.

The person in front of me is really warm.

Like a flame that attracts moths.

In the darkness, Tong Xiaoliu held Zhang Xiaochun's clothes tightly.

He didn't want to let go even if he would get burned.

3.0

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Zhang Xiaochun turned his head, saw clearly who was coming, and asked, "Xiaoting, do you know where your little sixth brother has gone?"

Tao Xiaoting, Zhang Xiaochun's fellow apprentice, is also the class master's direct disciple. He has a good talent for singing, and he also has a lot of skills in dealing with others.

"You forgot, Little Sixth Brother was called by the Song family to sing at the church today, and he should be busy right now."

"Oh..." Zhang Xiaochun thought of it suddenly, then curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and complained in a low voice, "I don't know what's good about singing in the hall. The place is small and there are many rules, so it's troublesome."

"Brother, it's almost time for you to take the stage," Tao Xiaoting reminded.

"Oh, I got it." Zhang Xiaochun lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, waiting at the entrance of the side curtain.

Tao Xiaoting shook his head and smiled, his senior brother was just a child in other respects except for singing, thanks to Master and Brother Xiao Liu who were willing to pamper him.

People return at midnight.

Tong Xiaoliu walked into the theater carrying the octagonal drum he used to sing songs as a child, and vaguely heard footsteps approaching, and asked subconsciously, "Who?"

"It's me" The person who spoke was Chen Xiaoyun, who, like Tao Xiaoting, was also a disciple whose name was given by the head of the class a few years ago. Although the introduction time is not long, but according to the rules, Tong Xiaoliu should also call her Senior Sister.

"There's no show for you today, why don't you go to bed so late, what's the matter?"

"Brother Xiaoliu worked hard." Chen Xiaoyun cupped her fists and saluted Tong Xiaoliu with a smile.

Seeing Chen Xiaoyun's appearance, Tong Xiaoliu couldn't help laughing, and asked, "When did you learn to say such polite words?"

"Hehe, I learned from Master." Chen Xiaoyun scratched her head, smiled shyly and cutely, and then said suddenly, "By the way, Brother Sixth, Master said that he has something to tell you, and is waiting for you in the study."

"Okay, I got it." Tong Xiaoliu handed Chen Xiaoyun an oiled paper bag, "The cakes bought on the way, you, Xiaoting and Xiaochun, share."

"Peach Blossom Cake again? Brother Liu, you are really dedicated." Chen Xiaoyun joked, but Tong Xiaoliu smiled and turned away without answering.

Chen Xiaoyun also wanted to leave, but when she looked up, she saw Tao Xiaoting who was not far away, she waved her hands with a smile, and said, "Brother Xiaoting, do you want to eat peach blossom cake?"

"Did Brother Six buy it again?"

"That's right, when did Brother Six not bring us pastries when he went out?" Chen Xiaoyun half-truthfully complained, "The fly in the ointment is that the variety is a little bit single."

"Speaking of which, Little Sixth Brother is really a gentle person."

Chen Xiaoyun made the final conclusion with emotion.

"Not necessarily." Tao Xiaoting disagreed.

Chen Xiaoyun was puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

"Little Sixth Brother, it is true that he greets everyone with a smile." Tao Xiaoting nodded in agreement, and added, "But when others really want to get closer to him, they keep smiling and at the same time decisively distance themselves." ..."

"Not necessarily." Chen Xiaoyun interrupted Tao Xiaoting.

Tao Xiaoting was puzzled, "Why not necessarily?"

Chen Xiaoyun waved the pastry wrapped in oiled paper in her hand, "Isn't this an exception?"

"Ugh?"

"Why do you have such an expression?" Chen Xiaoyun looked at Tao Xiaoting with a slight distaste, "I'm not stupid, it's been so many years, how could I still not see it, the two of us just borrowed Xiaochun's light to get this Peach Blossom Cake to eat."

"How do you say that sentence?" Chen Xiaoyun thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Drunkards don't mean to drink."

The door of the study room was not closed, Tong Xiaoliu stood by the door, knocked on the window lightly, and called out respectfully, "Master."

"I'm back." The class leader put down the notebook in his hand, and looked at Tong Xiaoliu with a smile, "This is your first reunion, and you finally made it through. How do you feel?"

"Master was joking." Tong Xiaoliu lowered his head and smiled, and poured a cup of tea for the troupe. "I just borrowed the fame of the theater troupe to pretend to be powerful."

The head teacher took the tea, and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Liu, you got started early, and you are willing to endure hardships even if you are talented. It is not a problem at all to get the word 'Xiao'."

Tong Xiaoliu remained silent.

Xiao and Xiao have the same pronunciation and different words, and the meanings they represent are also very different.

Xiao Zi, such as Zhang Xiaochun, Tao Xiaoting, Chen Xiaoyun, etc., are considered disciples, they have some talent in themselves, and they have received the true biography of the class master.

On the other hand, even if he has learned the skills of a master, he is still an apprentice after all. He can still go to a few halls with the fame of the theater troupe. If he leaves the theater troupe...

"Now, although you can be regarded as a little famous, you still bear the name of this apprentice after all." The class leader explained the pros and cons for him, "Even if you really sing something famous in the future, you can only barely get it Have a meal."

"Master, I learned these things from you just to make a living." Tong Xiaoliu still had a gentle look with downcast eyes, and said calmly, "As for the others, it's not what I want."

It is not for it, it is not for it.

Tactfully refused.

Silence for a while.

After a while, the head teacher suddenly laughed, "You kid, should I say you are too crazy, or should I say you are too humble?"

"Master was joking."

"Xiao Liu, your temperament is good, and your talent is not bad. If you have a good teacher." The head teacher tried to warn again, "Given time, you will become a great weapon."

"Master, Xiaochun is enough for our small garden." Tong Xiaoliu looked at the head teacher and said very seriously, "And I just need to be with him."

The head teacher seemed a little surprised, and looked at Tong Xiaoliu without saying a word.

Tong Xiaoliu also looked directly at the leader of the class, without the slightest dodge in his eyes.

After a long while, the class leader sighed a long time, looked away first, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm old, and you are all old too. It's good to have your own ideas. Now that you've made up your mind, let's do it well." Let's go."

"Yes."

"If you say it, I'm still at ease."

The author has something to say: It’s the first time I’m writing fan fiction, it’s just for entertainment, if you don’t like it, please spit it out...

Chapter 2

4.0

13, the year of Jiazi, the [-]th year of the Republic of China.

The troupe owner passed away, and the troupe was suspended for seven days.

The formerly bustling opera garden seemed particularly deserted, and the apprentice handymen who came and went were also in a low mood, walking in a hurry, without speaking a word.

Snapped--

The sound of plates falling.

The passing little apprentice asked timidly through the door and window

"Brother, what happened?"

"Hands trembled a bit, it's just that I didn't hold it steady." Tong Xiaoliu replied calmly, "I'll clean up here, you can do other things."

"Yes."

Tong Xiaoliu, who was dressed in white filial piety, approached slowly, and said, "It's useless to be sad."

Zhang Xiaochun, who was also dressed in filial piety, knelt in the middle of the mourning hall, with his back to Tong Xiaoliu, and there was a plate of overturned peach blossom cakes on the ground.

Tong Xiaoliu sighed, squatted down, reached out to turn over the upside-down plate, and picked up the peach blossom cakes scattered all over the floor. He lowered his head and said slowly, "My mother passed away early, and my father never remarried. , the medicinal material business run by the family is not a legitimate business, asking prices skyrocketing, making a fortune in the midst of the war.”

"Although my father treats me well, my reputation to the outside world is very bad. If you have money, you don't want to talk about it. Although I have secretly helped those who can't pay for the medicine, it is still a drop in the bucket." Tong Xiaoliu looked at his hands. The peach blossom cake in it, the tone is calm as if