Yun Niang? Song Nineteen chewed the noodles and looked at Li Shiyi.
"My husband, whose name is Shen Sanbai, was born in the twenty-eighth year of Qianlong, and is from Changzhou." Yunniang added, "This is Suzhou today."
Shen Fu, "Six Records of a Floating Life". Li Shiyi's eyes filled with a stern look, he raised his forearm and put the back of his hand against his chin, quietly listening to her talk.
"My husband and I are in the royal court, and we have a deep affection for each other. It is a first-class love. My husband is gentle and kind. If there is anything in the ointment, it means that my in-laws don't like me very much, because I am jealous."
"Every woman in the world, if she has a crush, naturally wants to occupy the only share of love and pity in the world, how can there be no jealousy?"
envy? Song Nineteen stopped his chopsticks, took out the silk and dipped it on the corner of his lips, thinking about the truth carefully.
"At that time, I didn't quite understand that things in the world don't have to be perfect, but because of this white jade and slight flaws, I became a heartache.
She spit out a smoke ring: "By chance, I got civet meat. The spirit of the beast you are talking about is probably this."
"I have been fond of books since I was a child, and I have read about civet cats in the "Book of Mountains and Seas", also known as 'like' beasts.
Song Nineteen was stunned, seeing Li Shiyi also stunned, and looked at Yun Niang thoughtfully.
"Yes," Yun Niang nodded, "I lost my jealousy after eating civet meat."
She took an empty cup, flicked the ash in it, her eyelashes drooped down, and cast a black shadow on her face, as if the play had finally reached a high note, her chest heaving violently. "Later, I met Han Yuan," she said.
"Han Yuan is a woman who disguised herself as a man, and I met Afu Huqiu when I was playing with her. Although she was born in the world, she was talented and beautiful. She was a rare beauty. The in-laws showed filial piety in front of her, and because of the civet meat, she wanted to marry her for her husband and take her as a concubine."
"She didn't know it at first, how many times she went back and forth with me, drank and sang, and even made a deal, I made a golden orchid with her, and gave her a bracelet. It's so delicate and red, it's intoxicating."
Yun Niang smiled brightly, and through the tender and tender Song Nineteen, the clouds in her eyes smeared on her cheeks.
"I never thought," she pointed at the cigarette pipe with her index finger, "I told her the truth, but the sunset seemed to be scattered by frost flowers. She looked at me with trembling eyes, which seemed unbelievable. I caught her He explained it to her in detail, and asked her husband to give her a few paintings, but she didn't say anything, she just asked me repeatedly: Do you really think so?"
"Do you really... think so?" Look at me and him kissing me, look at me raising a case with him, looking at me pulling a deer with him.
Yun Niang murmured and repeated, and stopped talking.
At that time, she squeezed her heart in Hanyuan's fragmented question, where her head was empty and there was nothing.
The story of the sudden silence seemed to be locked in time, with a sense of haste that came to an abrupt end, Yun Niang carried and enjoyed the rush, deliberately withholding the language, took the last puff of cigarette without haste, and flattened the corner of her mouth. The words were thin: "Then, she took me down."
"She originally promised to marry into the Shen family, but she regretted it at the last moment, looking for a wealthy businessman and marrying away from home. I was in grief at that time, and I couldn't sleep all day and night. I touched the poems she wrote and turned to her. The music I played gave me a severe headache and regrets. I don't know why I hurt and regret."
Without jealousy, the seven emotions and six desires are incomplete, like an embroidery that has been twisted in half, with assorted thread ends wrapped around it, and there is no interface to find.
Yun Niang squinted, threw the cigarette butt into the cup, picked up the jug, and poured a few drops of wine into it. The sound of "thorn" gradually opened the compact tobacco.
"What about it later?" Song Nineteen poked some lumps in the face.
Yun Niang snorted softly, "I will die in depression soon."
The last sentence on the deathbed was - Han Yuan took me down.
"I led my soul to life, entered Taishan Mansion, and was taken to Huangquan by a ghost messenger. I told Granny Meng, please give me an extra bowl." Yunniang smiled, "I have lived for a while, but He is as ignorant as a child, and he is unwilling to die. He wants to drink another bowl of Mengpo soup, but I wonder if the effect of civet meat can be eliminated. In the next life, I will take a look at my heart and take care of my feelings."
Without the support of the cigarette, her hands were very lonely, crossed on the table, and twisted with a little force.
"Meng Meng smiled and said to me: This is also a coincidence, just now a girl hit the Naihe Bridge, and I have an extra bowl of soup, I said that the soup is bitter, but she said that she is not afraid of the bitter soup. , I'm afraid that I won't be able to forget the person in my heart."
"Mengbo said that the girl drank three bowls of soup in a row, and she forgot about the past and the past. She was as confused as a new-born child. She couldn't even understand the words, but tears rolled down her last mouthful of soup. Mengma asked her, Do you still remember?"
Yun Niang hooked her neck, and the silhouette was longer than warm wine.
"She said, only remember two words."
- Yun Niang.
The noodles in his hands were cold, and the rest was very difficult to eat. The spicy meat didn't enter his stomach in time, exuding a fishy smell. Song Nineteen rubbed his fingers against the wall of the bowl, looking at Li Shiyi's projection on the table. Shadow did not speak for a long time.
Yunniang was silent for a while, and then continued, "I was so sad when I heard the words, I actually vomited out the civet meat in my belly."
Next to the Sansheng Stone by the Naihe Bridge, the past of wandering souls is washed away. And Yunniang finally found her jealousy. It turned out that it appeared when she took over Ah Fu's painting in Hanyuan, and asked her in Hanyuan if she really wanted her to grow old with Ah Fu. Yuan Yuan appeared when she was married—the object was not Han Yuan, but the husband she had longed for, and the businessman she had never met.
This indefinable pain tortured her to the core, but she couldn't find a cause.
She didn't want to make her relationship with Han Yuan too straightforward. Maybe it was her stupid confusion that made her feel unworthy of this straightforwardness. In short, she didn't say that sentence, she just tipped her toes. Son, put distant thoughts into trivial actions.
"Then, why did you fall into the field today?" Song Nineteen's voice was a little hoarse.
"Meng Po said that if I drink Meng Po soup, my karmic relationship with her will be broken, and since then I will walk by strangers, and I will not know each other. I don't want to be reborn, and I don't want to end my relationship with her, so I become a solitary ghost. . After going through the dust, maybe it was because she used to make a living in her previous life. I want to live her life and see how lonely she feels when she has a person in her heart. Or - I can come to people Xian Lesi, where did you bump into her?"
She finally looked at Li Shiyi with a smile: "Your ears and the action of holding the cup in your hand are three-pointed like her."
Li Shishi raised his fingers and unconsciously let go of the wine glass.
There was a loud bang, and the shop owner was still snoozing behind the counter with his sleeves on his sleeves.
After the story was told, Yunniang raised her hand and touched the red line on her wrist, and said to Li Shiyi, "I'm done talking, it's time to leave."
Li Shiyi returned to his senses, apologized softly, untied the red rope on his tail finger, and retracted it from Yun Niang's wrist. Yunniang watched her finish the attack, tilted her head and rubbed her neck as if she had loosened her muscles and bones, stood up to say hello, and walked out three steps on high heels.
Her movements are the same as when she appeared in Xian Le Si, her walking is full of smoke and smoke, which is thought-provoking and swaying.
Li Shiyi buried her head and held the wine glass in both hands, not knowing what she was thinking about. Suddenly, Song Nineteen pulled her cuffs. She raised her head and saw Song Nineteen squinting slightly at Yun Niang's back, with an obscure inquiry.
Li Shiyi followed and looked over.
Yun Niang, who crossed the threshold, was wrapped around her waist by a well-cut cheongsam, her legs were slender and her feet were slender, but the hem of the cheongsam moved with a breeze, and a slightly transparent snake tail swept across the threshold and quickly retracted. go back.
The author says:
1. The story of Yun Niang's request to marry Han Yuan was recorded in Shen Fu's "Six Records of a Floating Life", but of course the civet meat is not. 2. "Nanshan Jing": "The mountain of Jiyuan is rich in water and has no vegetation, so it cannot be climbed. There are beasts, whose shape is like a raccoon and fashionable, and its name is Lei.