The dawn was just beginning, and the sky was just beginning to show some white light.
Yan Dan hummed a little song and pushed open the door of the small courtyard, walked past Min Liu who was sitting on the steps rubbing her eyes, raised her hand and touched her head again, it felt really good to touch someone else's head so condescendingly: Why are you going to sleep, why are you sitting and waiting for me?"
Min Liu stared at her: "You, you seem very happy?"
Yan Dan smiled and said, "It's okay."
"You must have been hit by some kind of wind demon, right? You were... that, shouldn't you cry?"
"Cry? Why are you crying?" Yan Dan pushed her behind her back, "Go to bed, there is still a play to be performed at night, don't you want to sing a few sentences on stage?"
"Did that bully king let you go last night? It's impossible, he obviously won't miss it from the age of ten to eighty!"
"Hey, at eighty years old, he will definitely not have that kind of interest, but from now on, he will no longer bully men and women. Well, go to sleep, go to sleep... "
Min Liu shouted and leaned against the wall: "You, you... Could it be that you killed him? Killing is worth your life. Last night so many people saw you being taken away by him, you, you, hurry up and pack up and run away! "
Yan Dan was still smiling: "Murder? How could I do such a bad thing? As for me, it's just that he won't be able to do that kind of thing in the future."
Min Liu thought for a while, and finally reacted, her eyes almost fell: "You, you... castrated, castrated...?"
Yan Dan opened the door and pushed her inside: "Be obedient, go to sleep."
Min Liu held her hand desperately: "You are crazy, if he reports to the officials and convicts you, how much torture will he have to suffer?"
Yan Dan sighed, why couldn't she turn this corner, she held Min Liu's shoulders, looked into her eyes and said word by word: "If it were you, would you report to the official? "
Min Liu released his hand and leaned against the door, only to hear Yan Dan humming a tune that went out of tune and walked away happily.
If she were the bully king...
"Of course I'm going to report to the official, and I have to secretly spend money to put people in prison and torture them. How dare I castrate and castrate... Hey, that's right, the report has to be charged, and the charge is that someone castrated him. Ha!" Min Liu said to himself, "How come no one has thought of this all the time, now it's good, our Tongcheng's blessing..."
Except for the stingy nature of the class leader, which made Yan Dan a little resentful, everything else was fine.
Yan Dan stayed in the mortal world for a few days, paying attention everywhere, and slowly touched some customs of the mortal world. The most important point is that money is very important in the mortal world, just as important as immortal magic in the Nine Heavens Court.
Yan Dan is very poor, and after deducting the money owed for her previous injuries, her monthly monthly payment is only three or four dollars, which is only enough to occasionally buy some snacks to fight teeth. Every time she bumped into Hua Hanjing buying boxes of fragrant powder and rouge gouache, she couldn't help thinking that if the money was given to her, she could sit in a restaurant and a teahouse instead of buying steamed buns on the roadside.
At the end of the spring, the troupe would have a show for several nights in a row.
After a few nights, the young master in Xuanyi that Min Liu was concerned about would come to the table. I think it was because he liked quietness and didn't like to crowd with others, so he always sat at the table in the far corner.
According to the class leader, after the late spring, they will go to Nandu to catch the show. Tonight, this drama will be the last to be sung in Tongcheng.
Yan Dan couldn't help teasing Min Liu: "Hey, we're going to Nandu tomorrow, won't you go and talk to that son?"
Min Liu stroked Liu Yunshui's sleeves, and the colorful embroidery threads on the sleeves were gorgeous: "Do you think I wouldn't know? That young master must have come from a good family, who am I, how can I be worthy of it? Him? Also, the previous time, there was a girl next to him. She was tall and charming, and he didn't look down on me at all."
She sullenly said, "You're still doing it right. You don't look at it every time. So what if you watch it? I'm not an actor yet
Yan Dan couldn't help laughing. She also liked someone before, but after watching a lot of dramas, she was used to seeing the joys and sorrows, and felt that it was not something worth holding on to.
Uncle Zhao Qi, who is a martial artist, often tells stories with them. He tells of an old fairy in the sky who put a piece of red thread in his bag and tied the ankles of the two destined people together with a thread. No matter where they go to the ends of the earth, the two people who are bound by the red thread will always meet, and then get to know each other on a blind date.
Yan Dan yawned and thought, that old immortal was actually very lazy, often tying one person's ankle, and forgetting the other person's ankle, so the red thread was tied into a ball and tangled in a mess. Her one, and the person who is holding Yaoyao's hand, are probably too messed up.
The stage was dismantled overnight, everyone washed up and planned to fall asleep, and they had to leave here in time for the opening of the city gate in the morning. Yan Dan hugged a bunch of costumes and walked in a hurry. Suddenly, a woman's clear and pleasant voice came from the cool night wind: "Shanzhu, I really don't understand, what's so good about this play..."
Mountain Lord
Yan Dan's footsteps paused for a while, and suddenly passed by someone again. The air was filled with a light scent of fenugreek wood. If she wasn't particularly sensitive to this scent, she wouldn't have been able to smell it.
The low and gentle voice drifted along the wind, but I couldn't hear what the other party was saying. Yan Dan turned his head and glanced at it. It was the black-clad young man. He stood in the dark night, tapped the girl beside him on the forehead with the folding fan, and said something with a smile.
At this time, the sky was dark and they were standing far away. It was strange that she felt so sure that the other was smiling.
The next day was not yet bright, and Yan Dan followed the group out of the city sleepily. She had read in books before that horses are used to travel in the mortal world, and richer people also have carriages. Of course, the horses that go with the carriages are also good horses. Yan Dan couldn't help but sigh, the immortals in the heavenly court wanted to come down to earth and they were full of oil and water. Besides walking on both feet, the best time for her was to ride an ox cart, which was almost a wooden board, and the wind blew the sun. Sun bumps badly.
In this way, they traveled day and night, and finally reached the boundary of the southern capital after a month.
Yan Dan didn't know what everyone was thinking, but they all thought that she was originally from a good family, but she ran away and lived in this field. Only later did I get to know a little bit. In the mortal world, only the rich are in the family, and the daughter in the family still has the opportunity to read and write, and she happens to be able to write well, which is compared with the tune she sings out of tune. The class leader shook his head and sighed. : "Unfortunately, your family didn't expect to find someone to teach you the rhythm."
Yan Dan actually wanted to say that she had studied rhythm, but the master finally got angry and refused to teach. As for the good handwriting, it was really forced by the master. If he was punished for copying the scriptures a hundred times from time to time, he would write better with time.
It's just that recently, Yan Dan can't sleep very well.
A blue spot appeared on her arm for no reason, and it continued to spread. When Min Liu saw it, she was taken aback and thought she had bumped into it somewhere. Yan Dan pursed the corners of her mouth and did not speak. This blue spot was not where she touched it, but a corpse spot. After all, she spent too long in the underworld, she lost half of her heart, and her body was unable to recover. It's not a strange thing to be infected.
When she couldn't sleep and wake up at night, she would write down on the book to kill time. Later, she began to learn to write playbooks. After listening to more plays, she would also write when she pieced together. I once saw it to the old man who pulled the erhu, and recited the last sentence "Merry like a ten-mile lotus pavilion, close to a carved cage, low slanted Qihu, full of moss marks, swallows and jasper, lightly concealing the embroidery of the Concubine Xiang" several times. , said with a smile: "This can be used as a lyric with the tune. Your lyrics are all good in this story. The class leader really has a vision."
Hua Hanjing stood aside, wearing a thin Tsing Yi, and his tone was very flat: "I don't think it's very smooth to read, I'm afraid that I won't be able to sing. If I want to sing, it won't sound comfortable."
Min Liu immediately retorted: "It's not that you can't sing, there are no words in this world that can't be sung, only those who can't sing!"
Hua Hanjing's face darkened.
Yan Dan pressed Min Liu down and said with a smile: "The words are written in irregular rhythm, but you are so good, no matter how uneven the words are, you can sing them with a unique flavor."
Hua Hanjing's tensed face loosened, she took the book and turned away: "I'll take a look first."
Min Liu pouted: "Ah, you can even say such unintelligible words, I ignore you."
Yan Dan thought to himself, her master is such an amazing person in Heaven that he likes to listen to good things, and mortals naturally like to listen.
The first play after the troupe settled in Nandu was the one written by Yan Dan. For three consecutive nights, the same play was played. Because even several aristocratic sons from the southern capital came to cheer, the audience of the play was also unusual. The class leader was very happy, and even Yueyin gave her three more coins. Although Yan Dan knew that this class leader was really stingy, he felt very happy in his heart. Three coins could actually buy a lot of small things.
Yan Dan moved over the ladder and stepped on the edge of the stage to pick up the lantern hanging on the stage.
Uncle Zhao warned behind him, "Be careful not to fall," and walked away with the props.
Yan Dan stretched out his hand to barely reach the lantern's lantern, and suddenly his feet were empty, only to hear a series of sounds of karakara wood breaking, and he fell from the wooden ladder. Falling like this won't kill her, but it's hard to say if she will twist her waist. Yan Dan is very puzzled, she has been up early and busy recently, she is only thin, shouldn't she be so fat that she even breaks a ladder, right
Yan Dan did not land on the ground as she thought, but someone stretched out their arms, hugged her waist, and said with a chuckle, "How can you let the girl do this kind of rough work? Where did you fall, isn't it a slap in the face?"
Desperate things...
Yan Dan shuddered firmly: Could it be that she was molested
She looked at the man who was holding her waist, looked at the gold-painted folding fan in his hand, and finally looked at the broken ladder beside her, and instantly realized two things. He is very rich, and if his fan is pawned, it can be used as a lot of money. Second, the ladder was not crushed by her but was broken by this young master. With this strength, it seems that the other party can kung fu.
The man snapped open the folding fan, shook it slowly twice, and asked with a slight smile, "Why, don't you have anything to say?"
Yan Dan said blankly, "Who are you?"
The man seemed a little surprised, he snorted, closed the folding fan and tapped his chin: "You don't recognize me?"
Yan Dan patted his hand away: "Should I recognize you?" She hated people with dirty hands and feet the most.
He chuckled softly: "I thought all the girls in the city knew me, but... it doesn't matter, my surname is Lin, and my two names are not Yan, so I taught the girls to laugh."
Lin Weiyan? Yan Dan thought about it for a while, and immediately remembered: "You are the 'that' Prince Lin." The south is the capital of Southern Chu, and most of the dignitaries and royal relatives are here. Lin Weiyan is the prince of the county prince of the current dynasty. There is also a son of the Prime Minister's family, named Pei Luo, who is also the supervisor of the Supervision Department. Both of them are very famous in the Southern Capital City, but they are famous for their romantic affairs.
"That one? What do you mean?"
Yan Dan hurriedly said: "It's nothing, nothing, I'll say it casually." She couldn't say, Lin Shizi, you are really famous, and no one in this southern capital knows you. "what.
Lin Weiyan took a step closer and smiled slightly: "I saw the play you wrote the other day, it was very good, even Brother Pei Luopei praised it."
Yan Dan hurriedly took a step back: "Many, thank you..."
"Now you know who I am, but what else do you want to say to me?" He took another step closer.
"By the way," Yan Dan pointed to the ladder on one side, "This ladder is still half-new. I bought it back with a penny. You should pay for it."