The moon is dark and the sky is low. The stars are gone.

Li Shuangji lightly hit the horse. Wheel camel [Xian Mo: Foley is commonly used in 橐橐. Quote with camel characters. When it is to take the soles of the camel's feet and walk on the sound of walking. Low sense of speed. Don't go fast until you get out of town. Don't be noticeable. Sound. All the way south.

Liang Bolong sat cross-legged next to the wooden box with costumes on his left. Chang Sihao and Gu Siyi are on the right. Due to his tall stature, he sits in an upright position. Liang Bolong's head was already close to the top of the arc of the carriage. The corrugated cap on the head shook with the body. From time to time, it gently knocks with the back board wall. A small lamp on the canopy swayed to the sound of hooves. The light made his eyes narrow. also turned yellow on Gu Siyi's lowered head.

Chang Sihao peeked at the silent two. The corners of his mouth are slightly raised.

After a journey, the wind gradually sounded. The sound of hooves has the texture of sand. It becomes no longer crisp. Li Shuangji said: "Master Chang." It's out of town. ”

Chang Sihao lifted the tail curtain and took a look. It was already a long way from the city gates. The direction has turned southeast. Summoned: "Stop. I'm going to have a little explanation. ”

The carriage stopped on the side of the road. Chang Sihao went down for a moment. Rubbed his hands back in the car and said, "Sister, go up." Gu Siyi lowered his head and moved in. sat opposite Liang Bolong. Chang Sihao smiled and snapped his fingers. The carriage restarted.

Narrow in the car. Liang Bolong bowed his head to Gu Siyi's skirt. Looking up was her face. There is a wooden box next to it. And there is nowhere to avoid it. Close your eyes. I felt a burst of body fragrance waft into my nostrils. He reluctantly turned sideways and said, "Master Hou." Let's get out of town safely. What will happen to Ying Fu? Nong, three, please come back. The rest of the way. I drove away at home. ”

"No hurry, no hurry. Safety first. ”

Chang Sihao smiled. Look at him with interest. After a while, he said, "Ah." Mr. Leung. Let's get acquainted with this one. We didn't have time to sit down and chat. That's right. You're a guy who's used to singing. The stories of those smiling and proud, talented and beautiful women. You said it was made up. Or is it true? ”

Liang Bolong said: "Hi...... We have a saying in this line. It is called the original big theater of heaven and earth. The characters are all ancient and modern. There is always a story in life. There is always life in the story. True and false. It's like a big dream. Actually, it makes no difference. ”

Chang Sihao said: "Yes." A man who lives for a hundred years will die in the end. A head stabbed down. It's really awake. Some people live happily. Some people live in a wreck. Someone made an emperor and a general. Some people have been planting and planting rice all their lives. I used to think it wasn't fair. Actually, think about it later. It's nothing more than a bad mentality. As long as people are willing to change. Say whatever you want. Do whatever you want to do. The ending will not be the way it was. Life. Always cringe. Be willing to stand still. How can you win happiness for yourself? ”

Gu Siyi lowered his head and listened quietly. Fingers gently rubbed the corners of the garment. [Xianmo: Think about yourself and look at the mountains and rivers. Leave a sense of beauty in your heart and other words]

Liang Bolong shook his head weakly: "People." I can't get through it when I can see it. Easier said than done. Laughing and sighing. The fundus of the eyes is quite weathered.

The three of them had their own thoughts. Fell silent. The wheels are rolling. From time to time, there was a soft sound of whipping in my ears.

The sound of hooves becomes faster. The speed is getting faster.

Long. Gu Siyi called softly, "Sir." Liang Bolong said: "Girl." If you have something to say, please speak. Gu Siyi lowered his head. I thought about it for a long time. said: "Only now farewell." Maybe we will never see each other again...... Loneliness in the car. The little woman would like to present a song. See off Mr. I don't know if Mr. is willing to look down on Qu Wen. [Xianmo: Sing in front of the play. Such as playing with a knife in front of Guan Gong. I have to be so humble]" Chang Sihao smiled: "Okay." Sister sings. I haven't heard of it yet. Today, I borrow Mr. Liang's face. Just the right time to feast your ears. [Xianmo: There are also audiences cheering on the confrontation play. laughs]

Liang Bolong was stunned. Nodding his head, he said, "Okay." Then he asked, "Miss Siyi can use a musical instrument." As he spoke, he opened the lid.

Gu Siyi saw that there was a huqin and a diamond-patterned short-seer pressed on top of the costume. Then he took out the short. Rest on your lap. Rub your hands. The sound of water rippled. Her eyebrows condensed slightly. When you look down. Surprised: "Generally long fifty strings." Twenty-three and twenty-five strings. This thrasher is twenty-seven strings. But it's rare. ”

Liang Bolong smiled: "The girl is an expert. Da Se is called sprinkling. for fifty pillars. Fifty strings. Take the hundreds. There is a sense of consummation. But things are like the moon. There are always shortcomings. Fifty strings seem to be complete. The vocal range is too delicate. It's easy to be sentimental. The former Yellow Emperor ordered ** drumming. Hearing the sorrow is self-defeating. I am afraid that future generations will be hurt by the sound of sorrow. Yu emotional will is harmful [Xian Mo: Music is originally a thing that tunes the mind. But there is a difference pool. It's bound to hurt. For example, today's teenagers like to listen to rock and roll. I turned my voice up to the highest level. There is no one that does not hurt the kidneys. Those rock stars themselves were also badly injured in their kidneys. The energy is getting worse and worse. will want to be stimulated with various drugs. The drum is used as a kidney essence support. Causes the complexion to deteriorate. The body is declining. There are a few people who learn traditional musical instruments like this. There are also many problems with foreign classical music. Like fate. You can't listen to it much. Especially those whom God can enter. I was thrilled by the music. Self-righteous beauty. I didn't know I was hurt. On the contrary, it is not in the ears of the cow to listen to anything. The damage is small. At least God is unmoved. The human ear itself has a filtering function. Think of it as a murmur. God doesn't go over. and they will not be destroyed. 】。 Therefore, it was ordered that the strings be removed in half. Only twenty-five strings remain. However, this ancient sound is unremarkable. It's a bit vague. After many auditions. Add two more strings. A complement treble. One makes up for the low. The bullet is finally neutralized and solemn. Sad and unsad. [Xianmo: The music is good. Bosom friends can't play more. No matter how beautiful the music is. Life is always cold. The more you listen, the more you think. When the thought arises, it is desolate. Mourn without sorrow. Who can do it. 】

Gu Siyi stroked his body and nodded silently. He bowed slightly. He said: "Mr. is very talented." Self-organised. Si Yi is ugly. Liang Bolong returned the salute: "Don't dare to be." [Xianmo: Use Beiyin. Don't use the word Fu. Knowing its solemnity]

Chang Sihao saw that the two of them were annoyed. I couldn't help but want to laugh. He didn't know that the music originated from the rhythm of the drums of the rituals of the barbarian period. It is a means for human beings to meditate and communicate with the gods of heaven and earth [Xianmo: To the point. Not exactly. In fact, it is not a god of heaven and earth. It is the gods of man himself. Such as traveling to see the scenery. The view is good. When my heart is open, that energy is a god. Those who are not still in the heart cannot feel it. I felt it. The cold hair is like Susu is going to live. 】。 It is because the ancients had to bathe and fast before playing the music, and solemnly and solemnly. Liang and Gu worshiped each other because of respect for each other. It is also in tune with the gods to greet heaven and earth.

After the ceremony. I saw Gu Siyi sitting upright. Cantilevered. Finger on the string. Knead it up. A light sound floats like a wave of water. Overflowing incense carts.

The sound of music came around me. Like a spring breeze caressing the face. Sit in the warm sun. Chang Sihao listened quietly. I just feel that my eyes seem to be running in the green grass and running happily, and I don't know the sorrowful childhood time. I was warm for a while.

When I was drunk. Scale gradient. Ding Ding Dong. It's all cold. It's like a dark cloud slowly hiding. Moonlit ruins. Indescribably desolate and desolate. Gu Siyilan's voice was quiet. Mansheng sang: "The cold air is sparse. Zheng [Xian Mo: Sound Window] broke the wind and was fierce. But the back is broken. Listen sadly. Where is the bell? Dangdang five watches. The lavender sat and leaned until the ...... of the day" and the song was like smoke and mist. Dragged up the long trail and drifted away.

Liang Bolong listened to the beginning. knew that this was the song "Four Seasons Flowers" that he wrote to her. Silently and to the beat, he looked to the other side. Seeing Gu Siyi's eyes, it was like a flowing wave. Focus and affection. The sound is soft. It's like a lawsuit. It seems to have turned back the price of many years of thoughts. My eyes became blurry for a moment. Feel the dim yellow light color in this car. It seems to have been diluted and softened by her.

The singing continues. And the sadness flattened. Gu Siyi's eyes gradually lost focus. The look was empty. Especially the sentence "Is it a lifetime of loneliness?" "Sing smokeless and fireless [Xianmo: Four characters are difficult to get on nine nights. The so-called treble is good. Bass is hard to find. The bass still seems to be without fire and smoke. It's really smoke-free and fire-free. The theater is inaudible. It must be face-to-face. The ancients listened to music and had to go up to tall buildings. He will go by boat to the depths of the deep waters. The worst is a small box. Three or five people in one place. That's the reason. A little more people. The sound of breathing was chaotic. 】。 The words are calm. Liang Bolong listened to it even more thrillingly. He is a master of the music industry. I know that the deeper the wound is. The more flat and cold it is, the more it is to the extreme. The more lonely it is. The more inseparable it is, the more it is separated from this bleakness. Thinking of his years of experience in arranging, singing, and wandering the rivers and lakes. Although there are crowds of people around me every day. And confidants are hard to find. The situation is different. It's the same thing. I couldn't help but cry in my eyes. [Xianmo: Tears should be tears. Why are the tears cold? Tears are cold. It's not blinking. Seeing God lost. The eyelids do not blink. Tears did not fall. It's winter again. So I feel cool]

Although Chang Sihao had seen this poem a long time ago. However, the words on the note are different from the singing. [Xianmo: Strictly speaking. Words are not poetry. can only be regarded as poetry. Ancient poems were originally sung. Now only words exist and are out of tune. It's a lost look. Only pale bones remain. Although he has not experienced the claustrophobia of the deep palace. But you can hear this song. Intuitively, Gu Siyi was under the moon on the palace wall. A thin figure sitting alone and silently. For a while, my heart was blocked. Unspeakably uncomfortable. I thought to myself: "It's good that I like to sing songs of self-pity." Don't you sing more and more lonely? The more I sing, the more sad I become. The more you sing, the colder it gets. It's the same in women's homes. Screw the bastard. I can't get along with myself. [Xianmo: It's not that I can't get by. It's a common story. Affection is affection. 】

A song is played. Gu Siyi gently straightened his sleeves. Bow your head as a salute.

Liang Bolong's eyes were distracted. He sighed and groaned slowly: "Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason." One string and one pillar Sihua Nian......"

This poem is Li Shangyin's famous work "Jin Se" in the late Tang Dynasty. The last few sentences are "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies." Emperor Wang's spring heart trusts the cuckoo. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon. Lantian is warm and smoking. This situation can be recalled. It's just that it was already clear at the time. Gu Siyi naturally understood. The heart recited silently. When the words "this situation can be waited" are read. My heart ached. Long eyelashes droop. In the afterglow. Liang Bolong on the opposite side was looking at him. [Xianmo: He is only in his eyes at this time. And it's the afterglow. It can be seen that the eyes just now look like flowing waves. It's looking for strings and watching the serpents. Not Mr. Leung. Otherwise, she wouldn't be a nymphomania. 】

Neither of them spoke again. It seems that silence is each other's language.

A strong wind howled outside the car. A little snowflake spilled into the gap between the cotton curtains in the corner of the window. The three of them all felt a chill on their bodies.

Chang Sihao opened the rear curtain. But see the sky and the earth. The snow is gone. The two rut lines gradually faded in the colorful falling jade. Hidden in the night. It gives the illusion that you are falling into the abyss.

"It's snowy. ”

Liang Bolong's numbness and coldness gave him goosebumps. Silence for a moment. He took a deep breath and said, "Miss Meng is parting with a good song." I should also make peace with it with good voices. ”

After he finished speaking, he was stunned. Exhale a mouthful of white mist. Suddenly, he picked up the huqin. Brace on your knees. Fingers plucked the strings and walked a few trebles in a row. The flying bow trembled. A long low spin straight down. Shake the spirits. He opened his throat and sang: "Rebellious man." What a gold list. Thousands of miles of mountains are walked through. What a day. Gu Qian's house is lit. A candle is enough to warm the heart. Indomitable is a strength. Painting Pavilion set up the stage. Which tube is a floating wave. The streets and alleys. Blow, play, and sing. You don't have to beg for grace. On the King of Charm. Proud of the bones. Knock on the sky. Clanging. A song flows. Heroes of the ancients. That's what it looks like. [Xian Mo: This one is not found in Liang Bolong's existing works. It is known that it is written by the author again. The words are rough and out of order. It's a little more emotional than the new martial arts masters who are sour and fake vinegar and pile up rare words. Laugh. 】

This long song is agitated and heroic. Like an indulgent beast, like a boulder rolling down from a mountain, like a torrent of bursting embankments. Broke out of the car with the momentum of the stormy waves. Rushing towards the vast land.

"Good. ”

Chang Sihao listened to the song and looked at the snow. Pride soars. My heart roared. I couldn't help but cheer. The repression just now was swept away. Li Shuangji, who was driving the car, was also infected. The whip was thrown in the air with a crackling sound. The three horses neighed and cheered. Soaring. The wind was blowing behind the car. Snow like a dragon.

Gu Siyi smiled with tears: "Sir can remember this poem." The little woman has no regrets in her life. ”

Chang Sihao was surprised in his heart: "I also said that Mr. Liang expressed his heart. How. This poem was actually written by Sister Gu. ”

I saw Liang Bolong slowly take out a small note from his arms: "Miss Siyi's song "Proud Drama". I wear it all the time under it. [Xianmo: A small song writes all the children's chronicles of the boy in Liyuan. It's the true confidant who has this blood-vomiting confidant. How can it not be treasured? 】

Gu Siyi looked at his handwriting. said astringently: "That day, I heard that my husband was going to the palace to sing." I know that there is more luck than luck. Write this poem to you. Originally meant to be a reminder. If Mr. Xiang is really proud. Avoid shame. also escaped a disaster. If you are obsessed. Being robbed by his crime is also self-inflicted blame [Xianmo: Wonderful. That's why Xiao Chang said: "Sister Gu is measured." Xiaoyi is such a good girl. It's not a matter of age. It's a question of temperament. Change Xiaoyu, Xiaoqing, Xinlu, Aohan, and Zi'an. Never be able to do it. 】。 Today I know that you have finally gone. I was disappointed in my heart. I didn't expect this trip from my husband. It's really a grievance for Mr. Qingteng. She said this. Adjusted his sitting posture: "Mr. sacrificed his life and forgot about death." Be outspoken. Not fame-obsessed. Mr. Siyi. This is a crime. As he spoke, he lowered his head.

Liang Bolong also hurriedly turned around and returned the salute: "Why does the girl need to be like this." It's a frustration. "Cramped in the car. He was tall again. This quick action almost hit Gu Siyi's head.

Chang Sihao smiled: "Come and go." Are you worshipping heaven and earth? [Xianmo: It's really time for the audience to heckle. Laugh. 】”

Both of them blushed. Each of them straightened up. They were a little afraid to look at him. Chang Sihao hugged his shoulders and smiled: "Sister." You look at Mr. Liang. Put your notes in order. You can see how much attention is paid to it. The one Mr. Liang wrote to you. ”

Gu Siyi was embarrassed and said, "I apologize to Mr. That's what it's for. Today I heard the news that Mr. Liang Gong went to sing. thought he was obsessed with fame and fortune. Momentarily angry. I tore up the note. "There was a moment of hesitation. He took out a small handkerchief from his bosom. The exhibition will be opened.

There is a small note framed on the handkerchief. It was the song "Four Seasons Flowers".

Liang Bolong saw that the piece of paper was full of cracks. It seems to have been torn apart and then glued together. But not a corner is missing. Obviously, it was very carefully managed. Dumbfounded, "Girl." Liang Bolong is just a one-day drama. How can he be virtuous. Miss Lao ...... like this, "Half the words. I just feel the fingertips soft. It turned out to be the hands of himself and Gu Siyi. has been pulled close to each other by Chang Sihao.

Chang Sihao shook his hands vigorously. He said very quickly: "You guys don't twist anymore. Sister. Let's be honest. I'm asking you to come with me today. I didn't think about letting you go back. Brother Liang. My sister later. I'm going to ask you. [Xianmo: The black-faced man is a little matchmaker]

Liang and Gu were embarrassed. Pleasantly surprised. Chang Sihao suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Shuangji." ”

The whip is detonated. The sound of hooves is dense. The carriage sped up suddenly.

Chang Sihao looked at the two of them deeply: "Take care." As soon as he turned around, the cotton curtain fell. The man is gone.

Liang Bolong was shocked. Lift the curtain and take a look. The north wind howled. Chang Sihao's body was like a giant bird jumping in the air. The big one is sluggish. Booming hunting. Like a kite pulled up. Immediately distanced himself from the carriage. The barren forest on both sides passed away in a hurry. Direction of the road. In the endless wind and snow, fast horses appeared.