spring dream

007

At [-] o'clock in the evening, the teahouse is still brightly lit.The waiters were busy delivering snacks and carrying copper pots. The actors on the stage were still twiddling their fingers and waving their sleeves. A very vigorous libretto was uttered in a "Xipi" accent, and the characters in the opera were angry. Emotions erupted immediately, and the voice was full and abundant, winning enduring applause from the audience.

Xiao Er went up to the second floor and turned right into the financial office. It was a fairly standard office environment with a laptop running on the desktop.Sister Fang pulled her own people aside, standing straight with her back, and Xiao Er skillfully operated on the machine, picked up the wrong invoice/invoice, entered the ticket number and tax number, and clicked the mouse a few times to complete the process.

"Learn a little bit." Sister Fang pointed at the newly appointed little girl, who sang opera with crooked tones.

The girl nodded like a chick pecking rice, and timidly looked at the person sitting in front of her.The man's face was filled with impatience, his sword-like eyebrows were slightly trembling, his head looked fierce and frightening, and the two stripes on the tips of his ears made people want to avoid it. Moreover, there was a living creature around his neck, which was really scary The: "learned, learned."

After finishing it, Xiao Er swayed lazily and went out, stood in front of the railing overlooking the high platform, leaned against a red pillar, and listened carefully to the music.The tea house is warm in winter and cool in summer, which fulfilled Sister Fang's hobby of wearing cheongsam. Even at the age of fat, her waist is still enchanting.

She wrapped the little knickers around her shoulders: "Are you staying here tonight?"

The Anyi Troupe has always been the opera troupe used by the Heya Teahouse. It has settled here since the teahouse was built. There are more than [-] people, old and young, and they are good at singing.

Yin Yuefang joined the troupe at the age of 12, and now in her thirties, she is already a pillar of the troupe, she doesn't often show her face in public, and occasionally a few regular customers come to roll their names, and she just sings a few words depending on her mood, and she is astonished as a heavenly man when she opens her mouth.

Wen Qi likes to listen to her plays the most.

"Yeah." Xiao Er didn't look at her, and turned his face to the stage, but he didn't know where his eyes fell.

Sister Fang lit a slender women's cigarette, with her red nails clipping the end: "Have you eaten yet? I'll ask Xiao Jing to make you something?"

Xiao Er mechanically replied: "Eat." At this moment, he was finally willing to look away, "Don't bother, I'm just too lazy to toss back and forth, as long as I have a bite of food tomorrow morning."

"Look at what you said." Sister Fang was amused, and she raised the corners of her eyes with her fingertips to avoid wrinkles. "The things passed down from the ancestors are not as good as the next generation. You can give us a meal, thank God."

The smoke that had just been drawn into her mouth was quickly exhaled, and she was anxious to say the second half of the sentence: "Six years ago, your old man was going to convert the teahouse into a restaurant, but we were scared, where can we find such a good place with good geomantic omens? If it is changed, the whole troupe will be ruined, thanks to you."

Xiao Er slightly closed his eyelids, his voice was low, and he said directly: "It's not for you."

Sister Fang sneered and waved her hands: "Does it have to be so hurtful?"

Xiao Er shrugged disapprovingly: "I know you have a big heart."

Worried about the theater troupe is the first reason, and the second reason is because of my feelings that I haven't written yet.She dated Fang Mingli in the early years. The difference between the two was eleven or twelve years old, and they were both hot-tempered. One thought that the other was a little bird, and the other thought that the other was a calm uncle. They all showed their true colors, and no one would give in when there were disagreements. They were in the current state of being stiff and stiff. They didn't talk when they met, and they asked about each other's emotional state behind their backs. In the past, others were worrying about them. Now, it's time to Go ahead, ask for it.

The reason for not being able to completely disconnect, the most important point, is also because of Xiaoer.The poor child has no father and no mother, and both of them are warm-hearted. They feel that they can be an elder and sprinkle some warmth, but it turns out that the little kid doesn't need it at all. There is a group of boy soldiers, those who show no lack of love at all, and even despise their adults for being hypocritical.

Sister Fang glanced at Xiao Er, heartless, white-eyed.

Xiao Er frowned, and raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose: "Is it still like this during Chinese New Year?"

"Otherwise?" Sister Fang's high-heeled shoes slammed lightly on the ground, "I'm the only one in the house. Should I go back to my hometown and stay alone?"

Xiao E never interrupted the adults' love and hatred, and rarely raised his eyes and smiled at her twice, conveying the meaning.Sister Fang rolled her eyes gracefully, and beckoned Xiao Jing to clean Xiao Er's room first, "In a few minutes, I will change the quilt for you and you will be able to sleep."

Xiaoer's room is simple and simple, with a high mahogany bed and a small writing desk. Other than that, there are only two pots of black mages in the corner, which are shaped like lotus flowers and grow vigorously in the warm wind. A touch of playfulness and loveliness in dull tones.

It was Wen Qi who insisted on moving it back from the morning market. His thin shoulders were not as wide as the pot, and he grabbed the edge of the pot with both hands and moved towards the teahouse with difficulty. He took a few steps and panted, and finally just pushed the pot away. I just like it. , is to plant.

The ferret jumped onto the bed quickly.

The seat made a noise on the floor, and Xiao Er bent down to sit down. There was a photo frame on the empty table, and inside was the only photo of him and Wen Qi.

People always regret after parting, why not keep more memories of being together.In the photo, Wen Qi is held in Xiao Er's arms. The photographer is Sister Fang. At the moment the shutter is pressed, Wen Qi playfully leans his head on Xiao Er's shoulder, and stretches out his hand to say "yeah" in front of his eyes.

Xiao Er lay on the table, covered the back of his neck with his left hand, and tapped Wen Qi's face with the fingertips of his right hand.Sometimes his expression is gentle, sometimes his breathing is unstable, but the room is warm, and the heat wraps his tired body, and the sleepiness is rampant in his body. When he closes his eyes, the picture is Wen Qi's smiling face.

"Brother Xiao Xiao." The person in the dream called him softly, "I'll sing a song for you, okay?"

it is good.