spring dream

Six years later—

Two kilometers to the east of the Qiancheng Gate, there is a commercial street called "Dashilan".There are no people on the street on weekdays, and the shops on both sides are open at noon and closed in the evening. Occasionally, a tour group comes here to rest and have a light meal without stopping.

This place is located in the center of the ancient capital city. With the rapid development of the metropolis, the ever-changing modern atmosphere has gradually submerged the original old atmosphere, and the shouts and hustle and bustle of the past have disappeared.

There is only one scene, always without a trace of earthly taste, as simple as the same, as lively as the same, with blue bricks and glazed tiles, silk lanterns hanging high, golden and red, located in the corner of the commercial street.

Lu Xiaozhao, with one head and two big ones, straightened his cotton hat, and ran after a girl in circles, shouting incessantly: "Little ancestor, put down the big knife quickly, be careful when your mother sees you and nags you again, kill you!" Close the confinement!"

"Brother Xiaobei! I want him to teach me how to sing!" Nvwaer stood on the stairs and yelled imposingly. When others heard it, they gave a thumbs up, and there was a successor in the troupe.

Lu Xiaozhao wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Xiao Beibei is getting ready backstage, come down quickly, ancestor, come down quickly, or you will miss the performance."

Xiaojing ran to Lu Xiaozhao's side in a panic, flicking her braids: "Where's Master Xiao?"

Lu Xiaozhao stretched out his arms to reach the corner of the girl's clothes: "Wherever Xiaobei is, Master Xiao is there, and he must be in the background right now."

"I asked you because I wasn't in the backstage." With a bit of haste and nervousness in her words, Xiao Jing leaned into Lu Xiaozhao's ear: "Boss Mu is going to send flowers to Xiao Beibei again."

"Ah?" Lu Xiaozhao rolled his eyes helplessly, "Are you still determined? Didn't everyone tell him that Xiaobei is from Master Xiao?"

Xiao Jing sighed meaningfully and said: "At first, I restrained myself a bit, but when Boss Mu was young, his grandma always listened to "The Romance of the West Chamber". Fall in love with him."

Before the words were finished, the corner of his eye had already firmly surrounded the people who came in at the door, Xiao Jing ran to Xiao E in a hurry, and hurriedly stopped: "Master Xiao, Boss Mu has gone to the backstage."

"Yeah." A very light sound came out of his nose casually. Xiao Er held the candied chestnut in his hand, and the hot aroma leaked out of the paper bag, which quickly attracted the girl's attention. Asking for a big knife, "Bang Dang" threw it on the ground, and slammed at Xiao Er.

"Brother Xiao Xiao!" The girl put her arms around his waist, pulled her braids, puffed up her fat face, "I want to eat chestnuts!"

Xiao Er gave her a lukewarm look: "I'll give you food after calling her the right name."

The girl looked up at him: "Master Xiao..." pitifully, "Why can't you call me brother..."

"There is no reason." I made a mistake and only bought one bag. Xiao Er let out a "tsk" and reluctantly gave her a few.

Patting her little head, Xiao E turned around and walked backstage. Before he got close to the dressing room, he heard a commotion inside.He stood by the door and looked in, the rouge and gouache took up more than half of his field of vision, and his eyes jumped over the soft heads of various hairpins and rhinestones. A beauty with rosy cheeks.

Boss Mu held up flowers in both hands, and puffed up his chest: "Little Beibei, as long as you want, I can let you go to the Grand Theater, on a stage that is a hundred times bigger than here."

When the others heard it, they all yearned for it, but they didn't have the stunning looks, the graceful figure, and the tenacity to rush up, so they looked at the people on the seat eagerly, and waited curiously. Follow his answer.

"Boss Mu." Wen Qi stood up respectfully, the corners of his lips curled up, and the other party's eyes straightened, "I know my own abilities well, even if I practice for a few more years, I still won't be able to perform well."

Boss Mu gave a smooth "Hey", retracted his neck, and then stretched forward: "Now in this circle, a little basic skills are enough. Who cares about skills? It all depends on the way. As long as you follow the right people, you can reach the sky in one step. possible."

Wen Qi quietly raised his eyelids, caught a glimpse of Xiao Er's iron-blue face outside the door, held back his smile, and said the next sentence without showing any affection to Boss Mu: "Thank you for your kindness, I'm sorry, my drama, Sing to only one person, and he is here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Boss Mu slumped his shoulders, showing frustration, tried all kinds of methods, but failed to move Xiao Beibei's heart, put the flowers in his arms in desperation, and left dejectedly.

Wu Yang walked out of the dressing room with a group of flower shirts, preparing for the next play. The room was empty, revealing half of Xiao Er's body. Wen Qi raised his eyebrows at him: "What are you doing there? Don't come in yet."

Xiao Er walked into the light, closed the door with his backhand, put down the chestnut, and carried him to the wall with one arm around his waist. Relying on his height advantage, he admired Wen Qi condescendingly.

Facing Xiao Er, Wen Qi has never been surprised or afraid, showing him his exquisite face generously, and sending a sharp look at the way: "I'm going on stage soon, don't bother others."

"After this show, let's stop acting." Xiao Er sniffed the fragrance of shower gel on Wenqi's neck, which smelled the same as his own. He took a bath together last night. It's been a month, who knows if Boss Zhao, Boss Ye, Boss Qian..."

Xiao Er had already figured out where Wen Qi's itchy flesh was. He lifted up the hem of his clothes hanging from his waistline as he spoke, rubbing against his skin, and the person leaning against the wall pressed against his chest obediently: "Hiss...don't trouble."

"I want to lock you up, and no one will show me."

"Boss Xiao doesn't have self-confidence, who is to blame?"

"We have been married for six years, and in two months it will be the seven-year itch. What if one day you get tired of seeing me, get tired of me, ignore me, and run away?"

Wen Qi was so hugged by Xiao Er that he had to lean back. His strength was too great, and his bent spine hurt a little. He patted Xiao Er's shoulder angrily: "Stop being coquettish, I don't know you yet, yes Aren’t you short of pocket money again?”

"Yeah." Xiao Er nodded honestly, and poked his chin down on Wen Qi's hair, "I want to buy a stone, but it's just for investment. The recent market is good. Wait for three or four years. Earn twice as much."

After getting married, Xiao Er obediently gave up his financial power, and even the accounts of the teahouse were put under Wen Qi's management.Xiao Er can't learn to calculate carefully, and never looks at the expenses related to food, decoration, and outsourcing clubs.After Wen Qi took over, he classified all the order systems, which ones were more cost-effective, and which ones could be saved. Half a year's income could rival Schoe's entire year when he was in charge of the accounts.

Wen Qi asked, "How much?"

Xiaoer's mosquito voice: "600 million."

Wen Qi gently pushed him away and stretched his sleeves: "I think the Grand Theater is pretty good."

Xiao Er narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his mouth turned downward: "300 million."

Putting on the tiara, Wen Qi put on the indigo silk dress: "When Xie Yingying and I finish this performance, you come with me to the bank."

It was agreed, and Xiao Er was overjoyed, escorting people out of the backstage all the way, standing on the right side of the main hall as always, listening quietly and watching carefully.

This performance is "The Red Mansion Eryou". The background cloth is a bright picture of hundreds of flowers. When the lights are illuminated, the colors are bright and colorful, but it is not as eye-catching as "Second Sister You" sung by Wen Qi.

Fang Mingli walked into the main hall stepping on the tragic libretto, and saw Yin Yuefang who was peeling chestnuts for the girl. Yin Yuefang raised her head as if aware of it, and raised her daughter's chubby hand to wave him twice.

Just as he was about to walk over, Fang Mingli suddenly paused. A tall, gentle man rubbed his shoulders and sat down at a wooden table. He was dressed meticulously from head to toe, just like the young man beside him. It's a handsome appearance, and both of them belong to the type that can be remembered at a glance.

"Hey." Sister Fang called back to Fang Mingli's soul, "Who are you looking at? Look so fascinated."

Fang Mingli sat down, poured a cup of tea, and looked over the rim of the cup: "A person who looks familiar."

Yin Yuefang didn't take it seriously, and asked casually, "Are you a colleague?"

Fang Mingli withdrew his gaze, and smacked his lips: "Not really, the veteran of anti-narcotics retired long ago, maybe I was wrong."

Hu Qin played the long tune leisurely, and the third performance of "Remuneration Rhyme" ended, Wen Qi stepped down, took a short rest, and waited for the next performance to start.Xiao Er was waiting with him in the dressing room. At this time, Lu Xiaozhao hurried in with a white paper folded in half: "Little Beibei, a guest asked me to pass it to you."

Wen Qi is puzzled. He has many admirers, but few people express their feelings in such a euphemistic and subtle way as words.He accepted it with a smile, and opened it. There was only one line of writing, but the moment he saw it, his face turned pale.

Xiao Er didn't want to show too much concern at first, but he kept moving his eyes and kept sticking to Wen Qi's body. Seeing his reaction, he immediately stepped forward, looked down, and frowned.

Quickly tore off the cloak from the hanger, Wen Qi asked Lu Xiaozhao eagerly, "Which table are you at?"

Seeing this, Lu Xiaozhao immediately replied: "NO.13."

When Wen Qi rushed back to the main hall in a panic, the No.13 table was already empty. He didn't give up, and he didn't care about etiquette. He walked directly in front of the stage, stepped out of the door, and got into the thick autumn atmosphere. , wearing less clothes, he couldn't help shivering from the cold.

His eyes quickly searched the crowd, his back was full of cold sweat, and the sun set in the west enveloped the wooden archway at the street entrance. Wen Qi suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, gasped for breath, smiled softly, and raised his arms , leaned back slightly, and leaned into Xiaoer's arms.

-R, I'm doing fine.

A pair of snuggling lovers gradually walked out of Wen Qi's field of vision. He looked at the fiery sunset in the distance for a long time, and said softly, "Me too."