The sun was almost westward when they went out. The pale golden red sun shines on the green hills outside the city, falling into the mountains little by little.
Although Cui Xie's little white horse was young, he was not too small. He was also a good outsider, only a line shorter than Xie Ying's Wuliang Hama. The two spread their horses for a while outside the city, and the little white horse spread its hooves.
Xie Ying saw that he was able to follow her closely, his body undulating with the horse, and he sat firmly, and couldn't help but praised: "It's a good ride, I didn't expect you to be a scholar, and you are willing to work hard on this."
Cui Xie had a bright face, smiled and said, "Not only can he ride, but he can also shoot arrows. Someday find a place with a target, and I will shoot it for you."
Xie Ying smiled and looked at him: "Then let's wait for autumn and take you to Pinggu to hunt."
Cui Xie had not shot a live target before, so he was a little empty. But men can't just admit defeat in this kind of place. Thinking that autumn is still far away, it's a big deal to set up a target in the courtyard to practice more, so they happily agree.
The two ran around the city for a short half-circle, the sun had already fallen behind the valley, and the city gate would be closed soon. The two circled back to the inner city from Nanguan, found a Guan Erye Temple at random, dismounted from the horse far outside the temple, and mixed in with the crowd.
Because it was close to Emperor Guan's birthday, outside the temples, there were people who sold art, incense candles, snacks and new fruit and sweets from other places. There are also some rarely seen Huihui to sell dairy products - these Huihui are probably descendants of Semu nobles who moved to Beijing during the Yuan and Mongolian era.
They can not only sell roasted mutton and dairy products, but also some beef soup and braised beef, which are rarely sold by the Han people. Cui Xie had not eaten beef for a long time, so he bought two bowls of beef soup from them, and asked for some natural yogurt.
Yogurt is much more sour than modern ones, and it has to be eaten with sugar, but it is cool and sour, and it can also supplement calcium. When he came to Beijing, he always focused on exercise, but he hadn't drank milk very much. He should have ordered some fresh milk from these sources. Every day, the whole family drinks a cup, and the old and the young are all nourished.
... by the way to remind me.
Xie Ying felt a little surprised when he asked the stall owner to deliver milk and yogurt to his house, as if he liked it very much: "This milk is fishy and easy to dry, and it is sour when made into yogurt. You really like it. it?"
"Just add a little more sugar." Cui Xie scooped a spoonful of sugar for him, then he dug up a large spoonful of yogurt with sugar and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes in enjoyment, and said, "Drinking milk can make you grow longer. Tall man, I've been too busy with homework for the past two years, and I haven't slept enough, which may affect my fading... "
I almost didn't hold back and said the three words melatonin.
He reacted instantly and changed his words: "It affects the length of the legs. Sitting with Brother Xie, Bibi's calf length, can I not worry about it?"
Xie Ying looked at the knees that were raised under the hem of his clothes. His kneecaps were not thick, only the finely rounded shapes in the fabric, as well-proportioned and delicate as he was. He looked a little dazed, and when he regained his senses, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "It's not too short. You haven't grown up yet."
Brother Xie can speak like that.
Cui Xie was very happy to hear it, but he was determined to make up for it before he was as tall as Xie Ying. After drinking yogurt in two mouthfuls, he stood up against the table and said, "You may not be used to drinking yogurt, so I'll make some milk tea for you to try. In summer, drinking iced milk tea is better than drinking milk alone. "
It's not that Xie Ying has never tasted Mongolian milk tea, so he is not interested in his proposal, but he still nodded. Seeing that he was almost done eating, he picked up a piece of silver and threw it on the table, asked for some sweets such as Aiwowo, honey twist, and stuffed them with him. He led two horses and took him to a more lively place outside the temple. place to go.
At this time, the lights were already on, and all the singers in the garden put up their platforms and changed their costumes to sing. Outside the temple, there are bronze and porcelain statues of Emperor Guan, and large-scale color paintings of Emperor Guan are also posted, which are vivid under the light...
like…
Teacher Lu Shuming, who played Guan Yu in the old version of the Three Kingdoms...
This picture seems to be drawn according to the characters in the set of cards he changed into, without even changing his posture!
The stall owner banged on the gong and cymbal and shouted: "This is Cui Meiren's real work! When Cui Meiren painted the map of the Three Kingdoms, she drew a full-length picture of one hundred and eight heroes and beauties. Unfortunately, the beauties could not bear the filth of the world and lived in seclusion. , the artworks were often taken to the deep mountains by her. My picture of Emperor Guan is an old man who was a woodcutter and was wandering in the mountains when he ran into Cui Meiren and asked her to point out the way out.
He said it very hard, and the people around him really believed it. Many people bought his big picture when they took out their wallets.
The stall owner picked up Qiao again and said that his picture was the real Cui Meiren Er Ze, so-and-so's waiter and so-and-so's husband would spend hundreds of taels to buy him, but he didn't sell it, but he only willing to sell some is also "Zhirong Bookstore" "Original seal" of the Xiaoguan Emperor.
Cui Xie was embarrassed and funny when he heard this, his face was distorted. He wanted to pull Xie Ying away from this magical stall, but found that his body was facing away from him, his head was bowed, and his shoulders shrugged with laughter. A towering.
have a look! This is the wise man! As soon as I heard it, I knew that the story was made up, and the deceived people were too gullible! The old man who was still picking woodcutters... Why didn't he say that he personally met Cui Meiren in the mountains
He whispered: "That picture was copied by someone according to the portrait of Guan Gong on the drawing paper, and it is not genuine at all."
"I know." Xie Ying looked back at him, the smile in his eyes still remained, leaning on the horse and whispering, "Cui Meiren is by my side, why is it in a mountain."
Cui Xie didn't hear what he said, and looked up at him, wanting him to clarify. Xie Ying shook his head, pointed to the sing-along in the west of the temple, and said, "Don't look at this painting, it's all over-colored and imitated. It only looks like it under the lights, but it looks rough in the daytime. Let's go listen to those who sing Guan Gong opera."
He led the horse and left, and Cui Xie also forgot what to ask, and walked behind him to the other side of the street.
There was a Southern Opera troupe singing with a clear and clear tone. Although the street was noisy, the sound of advocacy was sent by the wind from a distance, and the lyrics were sent to people's ears intermittently. .
"I also slashed Cai Yang three winters in Laos, and blood splattered on the killing field. The knife picked Zhengpao out of Xuchang, and threatened to kill Prime Minister Cao..."
The tune rang in the ear, the words were clear, and the voice was suppressed, but it was also sonorous and powerful, full of charm, and sang a heroic spirit.
Naturally, the sound of the music on the other side of the street cannot be transmitted so far or so clearly.
Cui Xie followed the voice, and was stunned to find that the person singing was actually Xie Ying. He seemed to be looking at the stall in the distance, and at the same time as he was looking at the imaginary Three Kingdoms chaotic world, pressing the beat with his hands and singing in a low voice along with the unvoiced orchestral sound sent by the wind.
The lights hit his side face, reflecting a very beautiful outline. Cui Xie has drawn so many heroes, and he is not as heroic as he is at this moment. He sang the phrase, "It's 3,000 arrogance. Fighting and gearing up", as if a hero was singing his heart song in the face of thousands of Zhengchen.
He sang this first piece repeatedly, and Cui Xie listened to it a lot and felt that he was about to learn it, so he hummed in a low voice.
When his tune was inserted into the song, it smashed into the lake like a dead tree branch, causing Xie Ying to wake up from the lyrics. When he looked back, he could see him staring at himself, learning to sing that que [Tick Silver Lamp].
Although the tune he sang was very out of tune, his lips were delicate, and his lips were red and his teeth were white. After removing the noise, he could only watch his lips open and close when he was biting, and the mouth shapes he made were better than others.
Xie Ying looked at it for a while, and then remembered that he was afraid that he would make her look shy, and her eyes moved from his lips up and fell into those eyes.
The lights all over the street seemed to fall into his eyes, and the flames seemed to burn people from his eyes again, so intense that people didn't dare to look at them. But take a closer look, there is nothing else in those eyes, and the little bit of light reflects the figure of him alone.
Xie Ying's heart moved slightly, she raised her hand to close her eyes, looked at his half-opened lips, and leaned forward slightly.
Cui Xie's eyes closed, and he no longer sang the "Silver Picking Lamp" in a desolate tone. He was breathing slightly, but the back of his neck was stiff and motionless, as if he was waiting for something.
Not disturbed by the noisy voice, Xie Ying suddenly woke up from the clingy atmosphere just now, sighed lowly, raised her chin slightly, and the kiss that should have fallen on his lips fell to the one who pressed his eyes. on the back of the hand.
He is a student of Guozijian, and in the future, he will be admitted to the examination of people and scholars. His reputation is very important. How can he have an affair with a Jinyiwei like himself
Cui Xie only felt that his hand was pressing a little harder again, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and swallowed.
But Xie Ying had already endured the throbbing, stood up straight, rubbed his palm on his forehead, and said with a faint smile, "Let's go. Don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"
Cui Xie looked at him and asked, "Just now..."
Xie Ying shook his head and said jokingly, "I didn't think you sang badly. Go back, you scholars are not strong enough to stay up late."
He strode forward with his long legs, and Cui Xie trotted after him, shouting "Brother Xie", but he refused to look back. The two horses marched steadily on the left and the right, crowding the pedestrians outside, leaving only the two of them trapped between the two horses.
Cui Xie wanted to ask him what he meant just now, but he was afraid that he would be thin-skinned, so he was so annoyed that he had to bear it. In the future, there will always be...
Alas, let's talk about that later.
Xie Ying sent him to the back door of Cui Mansion and was about to leave. Cui Xie wanted to invite him to sit at home, but he refused. He only said that he was going to the palace to stay in the palace these days, and he couldn't delay it too late.
But when he was parting, he couldn't help but exhort one more sentence: "Tomorrow is Guan Di's birthday. There is always some water for washing knives in the sky. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go to school, don't let it get wet."
Cui Xie suddenly felt relieved, and promised to walk into the threshold, watching him leave from the other end of the alley.
That night, he did not review for the first time in the world. Instead, he dug out a volume of Guan Hanqing's collection from the idle book sent by Master Liu, and opened the four-fold "Second Master Guan Going to the Meeting with One Sword" and read it carefully. The tune of the [Silver Picking Lamp] lingered in his mind, so he sang each paragraph in tune, but the result was either too many words or too few words, or the sound of the words did not match the tonality. It seemed to be out of tune, but in the end it was Xie Qianhu's song that had been sung several times, which was the most sticky and pleasant.
Of course, it is also possible that someone else sang it well, but he sang it out of tune.
He resolutely refused to admit this possibility, but he realized the painstaking effort of Lin Jiancheng to let him listen to the play - the lyrics of the song are long and gentle, the rhythm is clear, and the reading has the beauty of chant. In Baguwen, the Babi pairs are written as melody words. The two sentences are more neat and harmonious, and they are in harmony with the rhythm. The reading is as catchy as singing, which is naturally better than the prose without rhyme and contrast .
After realizing this, he kept repeating the song "Silver Picking Lamp" in his mind, until he fell asleep, he couldn't control it.
Gradually, the tune became clearer and clearer. It was no longer the tune after his own magic transformation, but the Qingyue song that first resounded in his ears. The closer the song got closer, his eyes were pitch black, but he felt the thin, warm breath slapped on his face, but he didn't leave halfway, but softly pressed against his lips.
He called "Brother Xie" in his dream, and Xie Ying's handsome and handsome face in the light seemed to appear in front of him.
Xie Ying's hand seemed to be on his hand and shoulder, and he gradually walked down. The burning sensation penetrated into his bones, and the heat made his waist shudder violently, and he sat up from the darkness.
Last time I dreamed of meeting an acquaintance, but this time I actually dreamed that an acquaintance kissed me. Can this person be called an acquaintance again? Can't do this to friends... What face does he have to meet people in the future
Although this time it seems that Xie Ying teased him first...
He really wanted to have someone of the same age, but he didn't want to have the same gender.
He covered his face sadly, sat on the bed for a long time, got up and changed his clothes, looked at the slightly purple sky outside, and sighed deeply.
It’s still too little homework, so let’s memorize a few more Yuan and Ming tunes later.