spring dream

033

The door opened, and the room was full of cheers outside. The singer had a hoarse voice, but his timbre was high-pitched. Pass cigarettes.

It is a libretto from Qingfeng Pavilion.Wen Qi walked to the fence and looked down. In the distance was a stage where light gathered. Standing was a pair of old men and women, both with gray beards and thick eyebrows.The two supported each other, the crutches supported the rickety body, and the over-washed linen long sleeves were lightly thrown into the air, with a sad look: I went to school in the morning to read the book, I hope God will bless my beautiful child early Become famous and change your homeland from now on.

Holding the photo frame tightly in his hands, Wen Qi walked down the stairs slowly, stood on the right side of the main hall, and watched the movements of the actors on the stage.First, at a nearby table, one of the male guests noticed him, and whispered to his companion, then whispered from point to line, and finally attracted the attention of half the hall in the past.

Wen Qi's bright brown hair hangs down to his collarbone, one side is pinned behind his ear, revealing his thin face.The light in the teahouse is a mild warm yellow, which is set off by the dazzling white light of the stage, making it dim and drowsy.His line of sight seemed to be separated by a thin layer of water glass, but he was so good-looking that those who looked at him couldn't help but squint their eyes. Under the straight eyebrows were moist eyes, watery and transparent, and the facial features were more three-dimensional because of the bridge of the nose.With a white forehead and thin lips, at first sight he is indistinguishable from male and female, but at second glance, he is an exceptionally stunning young man.

It's just that the clothes don't fit very well, they are more than one size too big, and they hang loosely on the flat and narrow shoulders.

There was some noise, the actors and the luthier looked over together, Lu Xiaozhao had just served new tea to the guests, when he saw Wen Qi, he walked briskly, and dragged him to the backstage.

The voice suddenly disappeared from his ears, Lu Xiaozhao took off the square scarf around his neck, wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Xiao Beibei, Master Xiao has explained that we must watch you and not let you run around."

It wasn't long before the surroundings were quiet, the laughter in the locker room gradually became clearer, the door opened, Wu Yang and a group of rouge and pink women were clamoring to go outside, passing by Wen Qi's side, all the older Hua Dan knew each other He called out in surprise, "Wen...Xiao Beibei?"

Wen Qi stared blankly at these dan roles with mixed perfumes and different makeup, and couldn't tell who was calling his name for a while.

"Come in." The voice was familiar, it was Yin Yuefang, Wen Qi raised his eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

The cinnabar color smudges along the eyelids, thick at the top and light at the bottom, and the two red lips set off a big red flower skirt, which is embroidered with a complicated picture of a phoenix. The hard-faced face composed of bead and bead—the appearance of Da Tsing Yi Mu Guiying.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Sister Fang said softly, "Little North?"

Wen Qi nodded in response, and went into the dressing room next to the dressing room with Lu Xiaozhao.

There is a mirror in water, surrounded by white lights, and red and white oil paints, makeup powder, and pot smoke are placed on each table.There is only one person sitting in one seat, who is putting a patch on his wet hair.

Sister Fang asked Wen Qi: "Are you looking for me?"

Wen Qi showed her the photo on his chest.

"Oh, I miss you so much." Water sleeves covered her mouth, and Yin Yuefang's smile with make-up was even more charming, "You are so late, you can't be found behind Xiao Er, and you are thin, and you can't hold a little weight in your arms." No."

"This group photo was taken next to the teahouse." Sister Fang recalled, "Xiao Er doesn't like to take pictures, and no one says it's useless, so his photos are very rare. It's because you clamored to take pictures, so he obediently cooperated. .”

Wen Qi's body was weak, and Lu Xiaozhao was afraid that he would get tired after standing for a long time, so he pulled him to sit down and asked, "Xiao Beibei, are you hungry? Let me make you something delicious?"

Wen Qi shook his head and looked up at Sister Fang, clearly asking for something.

Yin Yuefang has been in the crowd for a long time, even if she is a stranger, she can guess seventy percent of the meaning by just giving her a look.Wen Qi had something to do, and she knew it, but she couldn't stand those innocent eyes, and said distressedly: "If you want anything, just ask, Sister Fang will satisfy you."

Wen Qi took the photo in his hand again, pointed to himself in Xiao Er's arms, raised his hand to untie his long hair, and pinched the ends of it.

Yin Yuefang asked in surprise, "Do you want...to cut your hair?"

Lu Xiaozhao said regretfully: "It's so beautiful, what a pity to cut it off."

Wen Qi's gaze was always gentle, but there was a hint of stubbornness inside. Sister Fang stretched her thin eyebrows and raised her voice, "Xie Yingying."

The woman who posted the picture responded, "Sister Fang."

Yin Yuefang put her hands on her chest: "You heard me too, let me show you." After speaking, she turned to Wen Qi, "Yingying is not only an actress, but also our troupe's makeup artist and stylist, and she cut Xiao Er's hair. "

Xie Yingying shrugged her shoulders and waved her hands: "Master Xiao's hairstyle is really not difficult, you can manage it with your eyes closed."

Wen Qi lowered his head and smiled, Xiao Er in the photo looked very happy, and he wanted him to be happy forever.

Covering her chest with a white cloth, Xie Yingying skillfully picked up the flat scissors, twisted a bunch of Wen Qi's fine hair, straightened it out, and cut it neatly.Yin Yuefang stepped onto the stage to the enduring applause, Fang Mingli tapped the teacup with his index finger, and kept his eyes on his woman holding seals in both hands, with a dashing posture, waving her sleeves with every step, and her smile revealed the arrogance and tenderness of a woman.

At the end of the song, she stepped off the stage sweating profusely, took off her clothes, only a plain white snow mask was left on her body, Yin Yuefang took off her crown, slapped the side of her face in the wind, and walked quickly back to the dressing room, her eyes immediately became hot.

Proper bangs, fluffy hair, with a slight curvature at the end, Wen Qi stood in front of the mirror and scratched his temples, while Xie Yingying used a small brush covered in talcum powder to brush off the broken hair stuck to his neck.

Wen Qi asked, "Sister Fang, are you okay?"

Yin Yuefang nodded her head countless times. The young man in front of her hadn't changed her face, her voice hadn't changed, she was still so cute and cute: "That's great." She cleared her dry throat, "Where's Xiao Er? Let Xiao Er take a look."

Back in the room on the second floor, Wen Qi put the photo back on the table, held the back of the chair with his right hand, thought for a while, but did not pull it away.The camp bed was placed next to the edge of the bed, leaving no gap in the middle, and there was no place to step down at all. This is why Wen Qi liked this room.

But now, he didn't want to wait for Xiaoer here, he wanted to see him sooner.

The old lady who sold chestnuts was overly enthusiastic. She fried a pot of chestnuts for more than ten minutes, and chatted with Xiao E for half an hour.There were three small packets of warm candied chestnuts in the plastic bag, and Xiao Er strode back, sweating profusely.

In Shilan Street, there are shouts, thundering gongs and drums, light tea fragrance, and various snacks. Xiaoer skips the scenery on both sides, and his quick steps turn into trots. The closer he is to the teahouse, the more he will be Minglang, he was anxious not because he was afraid of neglecting the client, but because he had been away from Wenqi for too long.

The breeze in late spring brings a familiar smell.When passing by the nearly withered cherry tree next to the building, Xiao Er subconsciously glanced over, glanced at it casually, almost fell, staggered and stood up in a panic, the candied chestnuts in his arms scattered all over the ground, scattered Delicate sweetness.

He stared fiercely at the slender figure under the tree, the man was raising his arms to pick the last few petals left between the branches, as if he wanted to keep this season, he had tasted bitterness, and his fate was turning again In the middle of the day, you can get a glimpse of the warm spring full of vitality.

With the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him, Wen Qi turned his head and crashed into a fierce hug.Xiao Er's strength was too great, his body leaned back and bent into an uncomfortable arc, but he enjoyed it and tipped his toes slightly so that he could stick closer to the other party.

Xiao Er's emotions were a little out of control. He turned his face, rubbed his hot lips against Wen Qi's short hair, rubbed his soft ears, and finally landed on the side of his neck, with a little moist feeling slipping out from the corners of his eyes.

Wen Qi asked gently: "Have you bought any chestnuts?"

Xiao Er replied in a muffled voice: "I bought it, but it was all thrown away. I have to buy it again."

"Let's go together then." Wen Qi patted him on the back, "Go slowly, I can keep up with you."

"it is good."

The sky is bright and the years are long.This time, it was only two people in the distance.