Not seeing Qingsheng

Before the official start of the war, Nanjing was still a very romantic and happy place.Find a small building the size of a birdcage, read newspapers, and listen to music.I bought wine when there was no curfew, and got drunk at night.

I don't sing anymore, and I won't sing for the rest of my life.

During the Republic of China, Du Yunqing loved to listen to operas.Sometimes immersing yourself in those libretto books can make you beautiful.

But at that time, he was just an audience, and the one on the stage who wore Jin Chuanluo, hung water hyacinth orchid fingers, and sang with his voice was the actor.The one who just came to Nanjing to sing, only sang for a few days, and was about to return to the feet of the former emperor.

But now the city of Beijing is not peaceful, and neither is Liyuanxing.Only in the excerpt of "The Drunken Concubine" is there a peaceful place.

That's why Du Yunqing loves to watch these plays, as if only the ones under the beautiful scenery are called the world.As soon as Naxipi Erhuang rang, the clear and melodious voice echoed: "The ice wheel on the island is turning, and the ice wheel is rising eastward again." The man with his sleeves closed, his waist and limbs were soft, and his eyes turned around on the platform, winning a lot of splendor.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

This is the prosperous age!

But this play doesn't make him confused and affectionate for too long and it will end. He can't listen enough or watch enough.He just felt that it was enough to show all his tenderness to the person on the stage and ask the "imperial concubine" to look back at him.

But the play was over, the "Imperial Concubine" paced drunkenly back to the backcourt, and Du Yunqing also chased through the crowd to the backcourt.The theater owner recognized him as a regular customer and did not stop him.

All the runners in the running field were crowded outside and hurried to change clothes. An old woman carrying hot water came into the room and shouted: "Boss Xu, someone is looking for you!"

Soon someone in the room replied: "Let someone come in."

Du Yunqing was slightly taken aback, because Boss Xu's voice was different from that of Concubine Yang on the stage, it was a male voice as sweet as flowing water.

But he finally went in.The man had already changed into a long gown, with neat short hair, and was knocking on a folding fan in his hand. He nodded and smiled towards him.

"My lord, Xu Pingsheng, just made you laugh at me."

Du Yunqing took a step forward and asked, "Xu Pingsheng? Is it a name?"

Xu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, then explained with a smile: "Yi Mino Yan Yu Ren Pingsheng, Bingsheng is a character and a stage name. The single name is just a word Sichuan. Your Excellency..."

"Yunqing, Du Yunqing! Your fan."

"Oh? Mr. Du has seen my other plays?"

"I...haven't seen anything else, only today's one, but the drunk concubine you played just now is the best I've ever seen!"

"It seems that Mr. Du is also a good show."

"You can just call me Yun Qing. Did Boss Xu have an appointment today? If not, can you do me a favor and go have a meal together?"

Xu Pingsheng was a little tired at first, but seeing Yun Qing's expectant childlike face, he still couldn't bear to refuse.

Yun Qing is a caring and funny person. On the way to the restaurant, he told many interesting stories to Xu Pingsheng, and the two of them were quite speculative.But it was the first time in my life that I was in Nanjing, and I was still not familiar with it, and the most I could talk about was drama.

"Me, my favorite is the play "Farewell My Concubine". It's so beautiful and tragic. I also watch "The Drunken Concubine" a lot, and I love Boss Mei's noble concubine the most."

Xu Pingsheng nodded and sighed: "Concubine Yu is loyal and concubine is infatuated. They are all rare women in the ages. They are just passionate women who will never get the mercy of fate."

Yun Qing paused, and asked him: "Brother Pingsheng is married?"

The person beside him was silent for a moment and said, "My beloved wife passed away three years ago."

Yun Qing hastily apologized, "I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry about it, let's go."

"Hmm..." But he always felt that something was blocking him.

On the day Xu Pingsheng was about to leave with the theater troupe, Yun Qing invited him to Qinhuai River to meet him.The spring scenery on the banks of the Qinhuai River is a rare and stunning sight, half a piece of thin cloud, with gentle wind and light rain.

He asked for his life address in Peiping, and after he got back there safely, the two of them occasionally exchanged letters.Du Yunqing is a half-talented man who has read a lot of books, joked a lot, and said a lot of elegant sentences.Xu Pingsheng, on the other hand, only knew a few words, and learned about life from the playbook.Beyond that, there is little study of literature.

Fortunately, Yun Qing is a talkative person, a letter can fill two or three pages.Xu Ping seldom wrote back in his life, but Yunqing regarded him as a confidant, and kept every letter in the pear gate, and took it out to read from time to time.

Nanjing has never had a better role than Xu Pingsheng.

After a few more years, Du Yunqing became an officer, with nothing but swords and guns in his ears, and he no longer had time to go to theaters.After a few years of experience, I have grown my horizons, and I don't care about the wind and snow in my heart.He has little contact with Xu Pingsheng.

But he believes that the beauty is the one that is on the top of his heart.

Does Brother Pingsheng still sing?Beiping has become a mess, so are the people in golden boa robes and colorful phoenix crowns still singing operas?