The moon is dark and the sky is low. There are no stars.

Li Shuangji beat the horse gently, and the sound of the wheel camel slamming. He headed south all the way.

Liang Bolong sat cross-legged beside the wooden box dressed in costumes on the left. Chang Sihao and Gu Siyi were on the right. Because of their tall figure and sitting straight, Liang Bolong's head was close to the top of the carriage. The corrugated hat on his head shaking with the body of the carriage. From time to time, he gently knocked against the wall behind him. A small lamp on the roof shook with the sound of "Dede" hooves. The light made him squint his eyes. He also became dizzy and yellow on Gu Siyi's face.

Chang Sihao took a look at the silent two people, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After walking, the wind gradually sounded. The sound of the hooves had a texture of sand and no longer crisp. Li Shuangji said, "Mr. Chang has already left the city."

Chang Sihao lifted the tail curtain of the car and took a look. It was already a long distance away from the city gate. The direction had turned southeast. He summoned and said, "Stop for a moment. I want to get some help."

The carriage was parked on the side of the road. Chang Sihao went down for a moment. He rubbed his hands back and said, "Sister, go up." Gu Siyi lowered her head and moved in. She sat opposite Liang Bolong. Chang Sihao smiled and snapped her fingers. The carriage restarted again.

The car was narrow. Liang Bolong lowered his head and was Gu Siyi's skirt. He looked up and was her face. There was a wooden box next to him. There was nowhere to avoid him. He closed his eyes and felt a fragrance wafting into his nostrils. He barely bowed to his side and said, "Marty, let's go out of the city safely. What's going on? Please go back to the rest of the way. I'll drive the car away."

"No, no hurry. Safety first."

Chang Sihao smiled and looked at him with interest. He said a little later: "Ah, Mr. Liang. We met this time. We didn't have time to sit down and chat together. By the way, you are a person who is used to singing operas. Those stories about laughing, proud and talented men and beautiful women. You said it was made up. It's true."

Liang Bolong said: "Hey... there is a saying in our industry that the world was originally a big theater. The characters are all ancient and modern people. There are always stories in life. There are always lives in stories. True and false. They are like a big dream. In fact, there is no difference."

Chang Sihao said: "Yes. People die after a hundred years. If they are stuck in their heads, they are truly awake. Some people live happily. Some people live in a coward. Some people become emperors and generals. Some people have been planting rice seedlings all their lives. I used to think that this was unfair. In fact, after thinking about it, it was nothing more than an unfair mentality. As long as people are willing to change, they say whatever they want. They work hard to do whatever they want. The ending will definitely not be the same. In life, they are always timid and willing to stand still. How can they win happiness for themselves?"

Gu Siyi lowered her head and listened quietly. Her fingers gently rubbed the corners of her clothes.

Liang Bolong shook his head with a blank look: "Where is people? They can't stand it when they see through it. It's easy to say and difficult to do." After laughing, he sighed again. His eyes were quite frosty.

The three of them had their own thoughts and fell into silence. The wheels rolled. A whip sounded from time to time in their ears.

The sound of hooves has become more rapid and the speed has gradually increased.

After a long time, Gu Siyi called softly, "Sir." Liang Bolong said, "Girl, please say something." Gu Siyi lowered her head and thought for a while, and said, "It's only time to part. Maybe there will be no more day to meet again... I'm lonely in the car. The little girl is willing to present a song to see her off. I don't know if she is willing to bow to her." Chang Sihao smiled and said, "Okay, sister sing. I haven't heard it yet. Today I borrow Mr. Liang's face. It's just a great time to fill my ears."

Liang Bolong was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Okay." He asked again, "Miss Siyi can use musical instruments." He said that, and opened the lid of the box.

Gu Siyi saw a huqin and a diamond-patterned zither pressing on the costume. She took out the zither, put it on her knees, rubbed her hands, and the water sounded. Her eyebrows slightly condensed. When she looked down, she said in surprise: "It is usually fifty-strings, short zither twenty-three, twenty-five-strings. This zither is twenty-seven-strings. But it is rare."

Liang Bolong smiled and said, "Miss is an expert. The great zither is called "She". It was originally fifty pillars, fifty strings, and the combination of hundreds of strings is meaningful. However, the world is like the moon. There are always regrets and shortcomings. The fifty strings seem to be perfect. The range is too delicate. It is easy to make people feel sentimental. In the past, Huangdi ordered a Su Nu to drum up the zither. He heard it, but he was afraid that later generations would be hurt by the zither sounds and are harmful to emotions. Therefore, he was determined to remove half of the string pillars and leave only twenty-five strings. However, this ancient sound is a bit empty. After I tried the sound many times, I added two strings, one added high notes and one added low notes. After playing, I finally became Zhonghe Zhuangzheng. It was so sad but not hurt."

Gu Siyi nodded silently with her hand in her hand, and turned her body forward and bowed slightly. She said, "Sir, talented and has his own loom. Siyi is ugly." Liang Bolong replied, "I dare not take it."

Chang Sihao saw that the two of them were so upset that they could not help but laugh. He didn't know that the music originated from the rhythm of the drumbeat of the ritual of sacrifice in the wilderness. It was a means of human beings' quiet communication with the gods of heaven and earth. Therefore, before the ancients played the songs, they had to bathe and fast, and they respected them. In addition to respecting each other, they were also adjusting their mentality to greet the gods of heaven and earth.

After the ceremony, Gu Siyi Pavilion sat upright, cantilevered on his arms, rubbed his fingers and rubbed the strings. A light sound floated like a wave of water, filling the fragrant car.

The song of the song circles around, like the spring breeze caressing her face, sitting in the warm sun, Chang Sihao listens quietly. He only feels that there is a joyful childhood running among the green grass, not knowing the sorrow of sadness. He feels warm for a moment.

Just as the sound of the intoxication is as if the scales are gradually turning, ding dong dong. It is all cold. It is like dark clouds slowly covering the ruins. The moon shines on the ruins. The endless desolation and desolation. Gu Siyi's orchid sound is quiet and quiet. He sang in a wild voice: "The cold air penetrates the sparse lattice. The wind breaks hard. The back is broken. The lamp is broken. The sad listening. Where is the morning bell? Dangdang's fifth o'clock. Sitting and leaning until the brightness..." The singing sounds like smoke and fog. It drags up the long tail and drifts away.

When Liang Bolong heard the beginning, he knew that this was the song "Four Seasons Flowers" he wrote to her. He silently looked at the opposite side with the beat. Seeing Gu Siyi's eyes seem to flowing waves, focusing on deep affection, and the voice is soft and quiet. It seems that he has poured out the price of his thoughts for many years. His eyes became blurred for a moment. He felt that the dim light color in the car seemed to be diluted and softened by her.

The song continues, and the sadness turns to calm. Gu Siyi's eyes gradually lose focus, and her expression is empty. Especially the sentence "Can you be alone for a lifetime?" is sung without smoke and fire. Every word is calm. Liang Bolong is even more thrilling and thrilling. He is a master of folk art. He knows that the deeper the wounds are, the more calm the place is. The more lonely he suffers, the more he cannot live without this desolation. Thinking of his years of experience of organizing music and singing and wandering around the world. Although there are crowds around him every day, it is difficult to find a close friend. Although the situation is different, the same is true. He can't help but crying in his eyes.

Although Chang Sihao had seen this poem a long time ago, the words on the note were different from the song. Although he had never experienced the secret of the palace, he heard this song. He felt that Gu Siyi was sitting alone under the moon in the palace wall. She was silent and speechless. She felt a moment of being upset and unspeakable. She thought to herself: "It's a good thing that I prefer to sing self-pity songs. Isn't it the more I sing, the more lonely I sing, the more sad I sing, the colder I sing. It's the same for women. It's twisted and twisted, and I can't get along with myself."

A song was played. Gu Siyi gently tidied up her sleeves and lowered her head as a gift.

Liang Bolun was under his eyes and chanted slowly like a sigh in his mouth: "The brocade ser is fifty strings. One string and one pillar are there, and where is the Huanian..."

This poem is Li Shangyin's famous work "Bronze Se" by Li Shangyin in the late Tang Dynasty. The next few sentences are "Zhuang Sheng was confused about the butterflies in the morning dream. Emperor Wang's spring heart entrusted the cuckoo. The moon in the vast sea has tears. The sun in the blue field warms the jade and smoke. This love can be remembered. But it was already lost at that time." Gu Siyi naturally understood it. She recited it silently in her heart. When she recited the four words "This love can be waited for", she felt sad and painful in her heart. Her long eyelashes drooped down. The light of her eyes. Liang Bolong opposite her was looking at him.

Neither of them spoke anymore. It seemed that silence was each other's language.

A strong wind roared outside the car, and some snowflakes rushed into the gaps in the cotton curtains in the corner of the window. All three of them felt a chill.

Chang Sihao opened the curtain of the rear car. But he saw the sky and the earth were gone. The snow was gone. Two rut lines gradually disappeared in the colorful fallen jade. Hidden in the night, it made people feel the illusion that they were falling into the abyss.

"It's so snowy."

Liang Bolong had some goose bumps on his body. He was quiet for a moment. He took a deep breath and said, "Miss Meng was giving a gift to her before leaving. I should also use a good voice to reconcile it."

After he said that, he was stunned and exhaled a mouthful of white mist. He suddenly picked up the huqin and supported it on his knees. His fingers plucked the strings and walked away several high notes. The flying bow trembled. A long tune was low and straight down. He shook his spirit and opened his throat and sang: "A unruly man. What kind of golden list? Walking through the mountains and rivers all over the mountains. What kind of intention is the lights of thousands of families. A candlestick is the heart. Unyielding is the strength. The painting pavilion is the platform. No matter how you play the floating waves. The streets and alleys. You don't need to beg for the marquis. The beauties are there. You will be proud and knock on the sky. A song of flowing clouds flowing towards the ancient heroes. That's how it looks."

This long song is so exciting and heroic. It is like a beast that is indulging in the air, like a huge rock rolling down from the mountain tombs, and like a torrent of collapse and rushing into the vast land.

"good."

Chang Sihao listened to the song and watched the snow. His passion suddenly rose. He roared in his heart. He couldn't help but drink. The depression just now swept away. Li Shuangji, who was driving the car, was also infected. The whip was slammed in the air and burst into pieces. The three horses were neighing and screaming. The wind was rolling behind the car. The snow was as messy as a dragon.

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

Chang Sihao felt a little surprised: "I still thought it was Mr. Liang who expressed his thoughts. Why? This poem was written by Sister Gu."

Liang Bolong slowly took out a small note from his arms: "Miss Siyi's song "The Proud Actor". I will always carry it with me."

Gu Siyi looked at her handwriting and said softly: "That day, I heard that Mr. Husband was going to the palace to sing opera. I knew that there was a lot of danger. I wrote this poem for you. I originally intended to remind you. If you are really proud and arrogant, you should know your shame and avoid a disaster. If you are stubborn, you will also be blamed for your own fault. Today I know that you have gone after all. I was very disappointed in my heart. I didn't expect that Mr. Qingteng's trip was really a plea for Mr. Qingteng." She said this and adjusted her sitting posture: "Mr. Husband sacrificed his life and said righteously. He was not a person who was obsessed with fame and fortune. Siyi blamed Mr. Husband. This was a sin." As she said that, she lowered her head.

Liang Bolong also hurriedly turned his body and returned the court and said, "Why should a girl do this? I'm getting off the car?" The car was narrow and he was tall again. This urgent move almost hit Gu Siyi's head.

Chang Sihao smiled and said, "You are worshiping you all over the world. Are you worshiping the world?"

The two of them turned red and they were both straight. They didn't dare to look at him. Chang Sihao picked up his shoulders and smiled, "Sister, look at Mr. Liang. He collected the paper you wrote well. It shows how much he attached it to. The one Mr. Liang wrote to you."

Gu Siyi said embarrassedly: "I apologize to Mr. This is for this. Today I heard the news that Mr. Liang went to perform in the palace. I thought he was obsessed with fame and fortune. He was angry for a moment and tore the paper apart." He hesitated for a moment and took out a small curly parcel from his arms. The spread was about to open.

There is a small piece of paper mounted on the handkerchief. It is the song "Four Seasons Flowers".

Liang Bolong saw that the piece of paper was covered with cracks. It seemed to be torn and then stuck together, but there was no missing corner. It was obviously very carefully controlled and said in a daze: "Girl. Liang Bolong is only a long time to act. How can he be so good? Miss. "I'm so..." Half of his words, I felt the soft fingertips. It turned out that his hands and Gu Siyi had been pulled closer and overlapped by Chang Sihao.

Chang Sihao held the two hands tightly and said with a very fast speed: "Don't be shy anymore. Sister. Let's tell the truth. Today I asked you to come with me. I never thought about letting you go back. Brother Liang, my sister, will ask you in the future."

Liang and Gu were embarrassed and shy, surprised and happy. Chang Sihao suddenly raised his head and called out loudly, "Shuangji."

The whip tip exploded, the sound of the hooves stood secret, and the carriage suddenly accelerated.

Chang Sihao looked at the two of them deeply: "Take care." He turned around and the cotton curtain fell down. The person was gone.
Chapter completed!