The moon shines on the moon every night, and the morning is affected by the white clouds.

The Qinhuai River is full of traffic, lively and lively, how many grand ambitions have died in drunken dreams, I don't want to follow in their footsteps, Zhu Ping'an shook his head and refused, and he was about to leave.

"You ......"

Hearing Zhu Ping'an's simple and unhesitating refusal, the originally vigorous seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl suddenly turned red, and tears flowed out.

"You know what, you don't know anything, do you know what kind of life we lived. We are not those popular people, we can only be at the mercy of our mothers, and Sister Peach was not beaten half to death a few days ago. ”

"Do you know why many talented women are born in Qinglou? Those who are as talentless as us are tossed to death early...... Ordinary people are virtuous if they are not talented, and those like us who are not talented are not far from death......"

"The pretty-looking, talentless, like an egg with a seam, all kinds of flies and mosquitoes come, and they are tossed to death early; It's even more pathetic if it's not beautiful, it's even more pathetic, and the bad old man is widowed, sick, and ugly, and he has no way to live......"

"Talented, famous, and capable of being their own masters, have a good death."

"Sister Taohong is free, we are going to suffer, those widows, sick men and ugly men have paid their mothers, they can't escape the first day of junior high school, and they can't escape the fifteenth ......."

"Why do you and I have the audacity to find you, who knows if you are really talented or embroidered pillows, who knows if you are good or bad, we have no reputation and don't know other scholars, just as a life-saving straw ......"

The girl of seventeen or eighteen was full of resentment, hysterical in her words, and burst into tears.

"Sister, don't cry. Let's go back, it's too late, mom should take the opportunity to have a seizure again......" The fifteen or sixteen girl had red eyes, holding the arm of the seventeen or eighteen girl, while comforting. While can't wait to get out of this place.

If everyone in the world is like this young man, his sisters don't have to worry about their lives.

is always too soft-hearted, Zhu Ping'an hooked the corners of his mouth and laughed at himself.

"Do you have pen and ink?" Zhu Ping'an sighed and asked.

Hearing this, the seventeen or eighteen girl raised her head in disbelief, and her face full of tears became happy; The red-eyed girl. also looked at Zhu Ping'an with bright eyes.

Although I don't know what the level of this teenager is, at least there is hope.

"Yes, yes, we hid under the bridge." The seventeen-eighteen girl nodded busily.

belch

I really came prepared, it seems that even if there was no misunderstanding in the morning. I'm afraid that this girl will also change the law to find herself.

Actually, it's no wonder that she's just a way to survive.

"Let's go, then." Zhu Ping'an said lightly.

The two girls walked faster than Zhu Ping'an, carrying their skirts and trotting all the way to the bottom of the bridge. By the time Zhu Ping'an walked over, they had already placed the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on a boulder.

"It was the fox who was rude just now, please forgive me." When the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl handed Zhu Ping'an a brush, she apologized again and again.

"Fortunately, it's me, if someone else ......," Zhu Ping'an took the brush and said casually.

"It's because it's you, Childe. I dare to do that, if it were someone else, I wouldn't dare to ...... ten dares" The girl of seventeen or eighteen is very sincere.

Bullying honest people

Zhu Ping'an was a little speechless.

"What kind of poem is Childe going to write?" The red-eyed girl saw Zhu Ping'an as if she had swallowed a fly. Busy diverting the conversation.

"Who said they were going to write poetry?" Zhu Ping'an shrugged.

Hearing this, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl's face became indignant, and her chest rose and fell, "You, are you playing us?" ”

"I don't write poetry, and I don't say I don't write anything else." Zhu Ping'an said lightly.

Hear the words. The indignation on the face of the seventeen or eighteen girl was put away, and she burst into laughter. "Then you are writing words, and words are more suitable for us than poetry. That's what our Oiran got famous. ”

"Who said they were going to write words?" Zhu Ping'an shrugged his shoulders again.

Then, the tears of the seventeen or eighteen girl suddenly came out again, "Are you interested in playing us?!" ”

"Can you wait until I'm done?" Zhu Ping'an said lightly, "I don't write poems or lyrics, I'll write the first one for you." Well, songs, very strange words are not, in fact, it's not strange at all, poetry is called poetry, words also have word cards, word cards are the tune of words, words were originally sung with music, you want to sing poems too, well, what do you choose Oiran, you probably need to sing on stage, or dance, or get a musical instrument or something, let a group of boring literati and ink writers rate it. The song I wrote was specifically meant to be sung, just for singing. ”

"Your name is Fox, right, well, this one should be very suitable for you to sing, it is estimated that those scholars love to listen to it, and after that, there should be many scholars who are willing to write poems for you."

Zhu Ping'an held the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, and began to write:

I am a fox who has been in love for a thousand years, and I have been in love for a thousand years of loneliness; In the long night, you know who my red makeup is for, and in the red dust, you know who my hair is combed for.

I am a fox waiting for a thousand years, waiting for a thousand years of helplessness, watching me dance for you with beauty in the depths, and listening to me sing for you when I love to the pain.

The cold window reads hard you and I swear an alliance, and it is unforgettable

The gold list flower candle is a long time, and the road is different.

Can you make me cry for love, I still love your white fox thousands of years ago, how many springs go to spring to morning and twilight, and I am your fox all my life.

……

Although the two girls are not talented enough, but they have also practiced with their hearts, looking at Zhu Ping'an's straightforward but engraved words into their hearts, their eyes widened in surprise, this is the first time they have come into contact with this kind of writing, and there is a trace of sound in their hearts, as if their hearts have opened up a little more.

In a trance, it seems that the cold window, the scholar, and the beautiful fox demon suddenly performed a poignant love in front of him.

It's so poignant

It's so touching

When Zhu Ping'an finished writing and put pen to paper, the two girls were already in tears.

"Well, it's better to learn a few more dance moves, you can dance and sing at the same time, or dance and sing at the same time, if you accompany the music, the guqin and the zither can almost create some atmosphere, I don't understand that, you look at it. In terms of tune, that's pretty much it. Zhu Ping'an said, trying to sing two sentences in the modern Chen Rui singing method, but found that he couldn't control it at all.

"I am a fox ...... who has practiced for thousands of years" The fifteen or sixteen girl only listened to Zhu Ping'an sing two sentences, then her eyes were red, and she sang this white fox song according to the tune of Zhu Ping'an just now, which is basically similar to the original song, and the differences are even better than the original song.

"Oh, yes, that's it." Zhu Ping'an nodded with satisfaction.

"Forget it, I'll send you another one." Zhu Ping'an thought about it, and then wrote another song, singing, drafting, or something, how can he miss his songs. The selection of Oiran in the Ming Dynasty is almost the same as the modern draft.

"Existence"

How many people are walking but stuck in place

How many live as if they were dead

How many people love but it seems to be separated

How many people laughed but were full of tears

Who knows where we're going

Who understands what life has changed

Whether to find an excuse to continue living

Or spread your wings and keep your anger going

How do I exist

……

After Zhu Ping'an finished writing, he hummed two sentences casually, but found that he still couldn't sing, he was too untalented in music.

"That's pretty much it, watch and sing." Zhu Ping'an put down the brush and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The two girls, especially the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, looked at Zhu Ping'an's newly written "Existence", their faces were a little red, but their eyes were firm.

"The teachings of the child, the little girl must keep it in mind."

The words of the seventeen or eighteen girl made Zhu Ping'an surprised for a moment, uh, these two girls don't think that they deliberately wrote this song to educate them.

About Wang Feng's song can always urge people to make progress, everyone has their own opinions, forget it, you can think whatever you want if you love.

"You guys do it for yourselves." Zhu Ping'an waved his hand casually and left.

"Childe walk slowly, dare to ask what Childe is called?" The girl asked aloud behind her.

"My surname is Wang, my name is Feng, and I have a headline."

Zhu Ping'an paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward, without asking, and replied with a bad taste.

Then, the voices of the two women came from behind themselves...

"Thank you Wang Feng Wang Gongzi, Gongzi is very gracious, the little girl will never forget." (To be continued)

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