Mythical First Love Handbook

Yuanyang looked at him coldly, as if she was not a mother, and he was not her flesh and blood.

Si Shaoliu smiled and repeated: "I don't. Mother, I want to walk my own way."

The four eyes are facing each other, one is cold and the other is stubborn.It was a confrontation between the son and the mother, but it was more like a game between two opponents.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe in the blink of an eye, or maybe half a cup of tea has passed.

"Yes." Yuanyang nodded, "Show me that you have the ability to stand alone."

"What do you think?" Si Shaoliu asked.

"Thirty whips." Yuanyang took a step back, turned and walked, "Thirty green bamboo whips, I will do it myself. Show me whether your flesh and blood are strong enough to carry your own way. If you think it is okay, Come now."

Si Shaoliu insisted on getting up.Qu Wen's scalp exploded. I don't know if Yuanyang is crazy or Si Shaoliu is crazy, or the mother and son are crazy together.He held down Si Shaoliu and said to Yuanyang, "You are killing him!"

"Since he wants to go by himself, he has to show me if he has the ability." Yuanyang said.

Qu Wen has always known that someone as arrogant and competitive as Yuan Yang has never thought highly of Si Shaoliu.In other words, the older Si Shaoliu grew up, the more she felt that Si Shaoliu was a stain on her snow-white armor.

The son of the God of War Yuanyang and the God of War Sichen, unexpectedly has no martial arts roots.He was weak and sickly from birth, and he was even a waste in martial arts.Yuanyang didn't believe in evil at the beginning, so he insisted on teaching for two years, but Si Shaoliu just didn't have this talent, not to mention wielding knives and guns, it would be good to fall with his left foot on the ground without mixing his right foot.

Later, there was really no other way, disheartened, and handed it over to Wenquxing.He didn't plan to do anything to Si Shaoliu, just let him have a place where he could stay by himself.

After a few hundred years, Si Si Shaoliu had grown up, and when he came back to see him, oh, he was still a waste.

Let alone a few years, look, oh, there is more than enough waste.It's still a waste that corrupts the lintel and disturbs the rules.She looked down on him and felt that he had tarnished her reputation.So he used his own means to make him surrender and admit his mistakes, peeling off the flesh and scraping off the "dirty".

Si Shaoliu had his own ideas, and to Yuanyang, it was probably an ant that he looked down upon to challenge her majesty.In this way, it convinced him.

Si Shaoliu had just experienced the pain of the green bamboo whip to the fullest, and no matter how merciful Aunt Tian was, he would have lost half of his life.Yuanyang's use of green bamboo whips to talk about things is more threatening than practical.She probably thought that the reason why he admitted his mistakes without fear was because he didn't know but was fearless.Now that I know it hurts, I should cherish my life.Then obey her obediently and be her pet in the cage.

Ke Si Shaoliu was never someone who could be easily threatened.It's just a life, it's worth it for a freedom.What a terrible thing it would be to live in the shadow of others for hundreds of years in the future, unable to choose and think.

Thirty lashes plus all the previous hundreds of years, repaid the kindness of his parents who gave him his life.After all, it's still worth it.

Regardless of dissuasion, Si Shaoliu dragged his body and knelt down in the courtyard.When the back is straight, it is actually a bony and proud body.

Yuanyang never took a good look at Si Yuanzhao.So in this game, she is destined to lose.

The green bamboo whip was indeed merciless in her hands.Every time he hit the whip, he said, "Follow me."

Si Shaoliu never answered, just knelt down.But after a dozen lashes, Si Shaoliu couldn't hold on and passed out, Yuanyang didn't stop, and continued to lash him a few more times.Qu Wen couldn't stop her, and neither could Tian Yu.Si Chen was reticent, more desolate than Yuan Yang, not like a living person, he was going to snatch the whip, but Yuan Yang let him go, and another whip opened Si Shaoliu's back severely, his skin was torn apart, his wounds and spine.

No one can change what Yuanyang has decided, including Si Chen.

Seeing that Si Shaolin was almost out of breath, Qu Wen became anxious and fed the only elixir left on his body to Si Shaoliu.Si Chen was let aside, but he couldn't stop or persuade him.In fact, he has always understood that if he intervenes, it will be Si Shaoliu who will suffer in the end.

Yuanyang's attack finally stopped beating to death. Although she must have finished [-] lashes, she was merciful in the last few lashes.

An elixir saved his life, saved Si Shaoliu's life, and made most of his injuries heal.

In the middle of the night, he didn't alarm anyone, only Qu Wen who was guarding his bed knew that Si Shaoliu had left.

Before Si Shaoliu left, Qu Wen asked him: "There are two of you, mother and son, why doesn't one of you know how to regress?"

Si Shaoliu answered him while putting on his clothes, with a sense of coquetry and aggrieved: "Teacher, I am obedient, you know. But now, I don't want to give in."

He looked for the shoes and put them on his feet: "Believe it or not, she will definitely not look for me when I leave home."

The young man shed his youthful skin, and honed a little vigor in the past three years.Look, the soft little flesh on the cheeks has almost fallen off.

"She will wait for me to fall somersault, hit my head with blood, and then come back and admit my mistake to her. She is unwilling to lose for the rest of her life. For me, she can't lose even a point. I don't want to listen to her, so For her, it sounded the clarion call to fight her."

When he left Qingzhuyuan, he finally said to Qu Wen: "Ninety lashes, one life, I am very happy in exchange for my freedom. I can finally go out alone and do what I want. Whether it is Shocking the world, in the end, I am happy with my heart. No matter whether the road is bumpy or not, good or bad, I have come out and chosen by myself. This is very good. The mountains and rivers are so big, so I will go. Teacher, take care .”

So the young master left overnight.

Si Chen stood in the shadow, watching the young eagles fly away from home.This is also very good.

where did he go

gone everywhere.

He first found a troupe to study.The head teacher was unwilling to accept him because he was too old.Fortunately, although Si Shaoliu had no possessions, the money Eli left him was enough for his life.

People apprenticed for a living, and he apprenticed for money to make himself happy.The troupe finally accepted him, and later found out that he had no talent in drama, but he was literate.So I asked him for advice, the children in the teaching team had time to learn two characters, at least it would be good to be able to write their own names, and for this reason, Si Shaoliu's tuition fee was reduced.

Si Shaoliu's opera singing is not very good, and he has read a lot of opera books.The class teacher reduced his tuition fee, so he thought of writing a play to thank him.After a few years, the troupe teacher didn't charge him money to teach him how to sing, so he taught the children in the class to read and write, and occasionally wrote an opera book by himself.

Over the past few years, the children in the group have grown up and are able to sing on stage.But Si Shaoliu had hardly changed at all, so the people in the team were suspicious, and Si Shaoliu left.

He changed to another troupe to continue his studies, stayed for a few years, and then changed to another place.During the period, the mountains and rivers were turbulent, personnel made things difficult, and he tasted the ups and downs one by one.

He didn't just learn Beijing opera, but he learned Beijing opera from the very beginning, and he learned it the longest, so the influence was deeper.Later he went to many troupes.There are serious platforms in the opera garden, and there are also those who travel all over the world to build wild platforms.They sang Beijing opera in the first few decades, and sang everything in the next few decades. Huagu opera, Huangmei opera, Yue opera, there are many, many.

The autumn harvest is the spring of Yetaizi, and many villages will come to invite opera troupes to sing operas in the village, which is lively and lively.Spring is the time when business is the most deserted. It is time to go home and farm.

When I'm free, I don't read or write, but squat on the threshold of the door, smoke a bag of cigarettes leisurely, and get together at night for a plate of peanuts and a bowl of wine.Si Shaoliu adapted well.

When Qu Wen met Si Shaoliu, Si Shaoliu was setting up a stage to sing in a small village.

What is it singing? It seems to be Butterfly Lovers.He sang Zhu Yingtai.

He sang: "Green lotus leaves and clear water ponds, mandarin ducks are in pairs. Brother Liang! If Yingtai is a female red makeup, brother Liang, would you like to match mandarin ducks?"

Turning his eyes, the teacher looked down at him.

Others applauded, he sighed.

After the play, Qu Wen came to him, and the two sat opposite each other, talking to each other about their experiences over the years, and a cup of hot tea was completely cold.Qu Wen asked him, "Is that how you came here all these years?"

Si Shaoliu smiled: "It's pretty good. I have traveled all over the rivers and rivers, and I can see all the scenery of Kyushu."

Qu Wen couldn't understand him anymore.Si Shaoliu is a scholar, and he has been fed up with him since he was a child, and in the end he has been an actor for decades.

It's not how noble a book is, or how humble an actor is.In the past few decades, Qu Wen has crushed those old thoughts into dregs and mixed them with weeds to feed pigs.It's just that he didn't understand that the freedom Si Shaoliu wanted was singing.

His apprentice is talented and intelligent, isn't his favorite since he was a child, poetry, books, piano and chess, and painting quietly.He thought he would go to the mountains and rivers to be an uninhibited literati.Will write articles, to be a scholar with a strong sense of humor and ridicule of the turbulent current situation.Even if it is the ups and downs of the officialdom, the innocence and innocence will be worn away, and he will become a person with deep scheming.All assumptions are much greater than the possibilities seen at this time.

But in the end, this person hadn’t painted a picture for ten years, he didn’t want a piano, he didn’t read a book, and he even wrote because the children in the team couldn’t write their names.

"These years I've lived in a corner, traveling between mountains and villages, but it's okay. It's really hard for the teacher to be away." Si Shaoliu served hot tea instead.

Qu Wen considered and considered, and finally asked: "You once said that you have high ambitions. Is this your lofty ambition? Your body bones, not to mention lowering your waist and doing splits, and your feet can lift your waist are overestimating you. You just like that Do you like exercising your muscles?"

Si Shaoliu answered honestly: "I don't like it, but I am willing. I don't want what I once wanted, but I don't want it now. I think about a life that I have never experienced before, and people I have never met. It is best to be completely different. . Grinding the bones of this body into another look. It seems that it is still a success."

People in the countryside are thrifty, and they are concerned about electricity. Electric lights are installed, but candles are mostly used in houses.

In the flickering candlelight, Si Shaoliu's eyes were extraordinarily bright.

"Singing... it's hard to practice at the beginning. But teacher, you see, it's not impossible for me to do it. If I do it, I'm very happy. That's an achievement that reading and writing can't give me. I like standing on stage, I like people in the audience to cheer and applaud, and they agree with me when their eyes fall on me. At the beginning of the contact, it was selfish, and it was hard to get over it. But now, I let him go, and he has nothing to do with my drama."

"Then do you want to sing for the rest of your life? Your years are still so long. How long will you be willing to stop. How long can you stay in a team, three, five or ten years. According to it, where are you? A place to stay." Qu Wen moved her lips, either lovingly or lovingly.

"Come home with me. It's been decades, it's time to go home and have a look."

Family?

"Your aunt Tian, ​​Uncle Tian, ​​me, your father, your mother, and... and Yang Yi, we are all waiting for you to fly back and fall back to the original bird's nest. According to you, you can chase your own Freedom, but don't forget to go home."

Qu Wen said that he wanted to cry himself.Si Shaoliu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he got up and hugged him.

"Okay, okay. Where is the teacher, that's my home. I've had enough singing, how about serving you for a change? If you tell me to go east, I won't go west."

Over the years, he has changed a lot, he has become more open-minded, and jokes come out of his mouth.

Qu Wen was disturbed by his playful smile, so angry that he wanted to hit him.Then I didn't know what I thought of, and sighed again: "Zhao Zhao, then Yang Yi..."

"Hush" Si Shaoliu pressed his lips, blinked mischievously, but his tone dropped, "Teacher, I don't want to mention him. In fact, I don't even like the name "Zhao Zhao". How could he It has nothing to do with me, and I have nothing to do with him. That's fine."

Qu Wen didn't say anything more.

After Si Shaoliu sang the opera in the village, he bid farewell to the class master, left with Quwen, and went back to Qingzhuyuan.Left and right are nothing more than face-to-face greetings, as long as you can get by.

On that day, Yang Yi didn't come.

That afternoon, Si Shaoliu left with Qu Wen, and followed Qu Wen to restore ancient books.Qu Wen saw that Si Shaoliu became more and more calm, he was not young but not young.After thinking about it, he kicked him out again, asked the person above to get an ID card, and sent him back to high school for a generation of great art masters.

At first, Si Shaoliu thought that when he went there, he would just read a book casually, which would be boring and a waste of time.Until...he saw mathematics, physics and chemistry.

So, at the beginning, Si Yuanzhao, a master of the generation, got full marks for liberal arts and zero for science.

Si Shaoliu disregarded the dissuasion of the teachers, and insisted on entering the science class.He has a photographic memory, and all calculation formulas and steps of big problems are all in his heart.However the results...

Not to mention...

How did the rumors spread that you were a scumbag in high school as a three-gold actor?

Why, painters are not allowed to be biased.