Xie Fu said with a smile: "This is the middle section. Fan Yuyang gave up his glory and wealth and ran away with Zhang Yueniang. He only envied mandarin ducks but not immortals."
Qinglian said happily: "That's how it should be." She sang the second verse again. It seemed that she liked this second verse very much.
After Qinglian finished singing, she couldn't wait to look at the third piece of paper and sang the third verse:
The wind and snow covered the sky, covering the moonlight, and the two candles on the altar illuminated the hall. The boatman's daughter entered the bridal chamber with tears in her eyes, poured a cup of wine to thank heaven and earth, and hoped that she and you could have the same heart.
I poured another cup and paid homage to the high hall. It turned out that I was alive to thank my parents. I looked up and saw that the husband's tears had not dried on his cheeks. I was frightened in my heart, fearing that you would be obsessed with the mortal world and unwilling to accompany me to the underworld.
We look forward to being buried together, so there is no need for the lady to panic. A new house will be built on Huangquan Road, and the Naihe Bridge will continue to connect with Luoshui.
Pour another cup and worship together, bow to the Lord and bow deeply, bow deeply, tears and blood splashing on the phoenix platform together, we join the cup and we hate endlessly, just dreaming of returning to the bank of Luoshui River.
It's hard for a lady to drink arsenic, use the tomb as a curtain, look at it gently, the red clothes and hijab are like burial clothes, and it's hard for a lady to raise her eyebrows to the same level, how can I teach you to bury them together.
Sir, I’ll give you another drink.
Madam, I respect you as my husband.
Clink glasses and carry them inside the red tent.
Drunk with you, I turned the candlestick upside down.
This last part of the song is so sad! Sad! Desolate! Before Qinglian finished singing, she was already bursting into tears.
Xie Fu said: "In the last scene, Fan Yuyang's family committed the crime of killing the whole family. Fan Yuyang was full of benevolence and filial piety, and did not want to implicate Yueniang, so he returned home alone. Zhang Yueniang came to find him. The two set up a bridal chamber that night, and after three bows, they became husband and wife.
Drink poisonous wine and die for love and go to hell."
Qinglian said while shedding tears: "Why did you compose such a miserable song?"
Xie Fu said: "There is joy for a while, but sadness lingers for three years. This is how people's hearts are."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "This song is a new tune. It is different from the minor tunes you sang in the past. You may not be used to it and it is more difficult to sing. You can practice it when you go back and then I will teach you to sing the male voice at the end."
part."
Qinglian was surprised: "You teach me?"
Xie Fu said: "I sometimes listen to the young master singing, and I have learned more or less. Plus, I am a man and my voice is male, so it is more suitable for me to teach you."
Qinglian said looking forward to it: "Ah-Dai, why don't you let the young master teach me, I don't believe you."
"Uh... uh... The young master is quite withdrawn and doesn't like others to disturb him. I can't make the decision either."
Qinglian said disappointedly: "I think he must be a cold and aloof person to be able to write such a special song."
Xie Fu smiled.
Qinglian vented her annoyance on Xie Fu, "Why are you smiling? You just wish you had the chance to get close to me in the future, don't you?"
Xie Fu smiled and said: "Then I'll go talk to the young master and see if he is willing to teach you personally."
Qinglian's face immediately lit up with joy, and then she worriedly said: "I still don't want it. The master composed such a good song but asked me, an unknown little singer, to sing it. I don't know what I will think when I see you. Maybe it won't work."
You asked me to sing, so I’d better not accept it. Wait until I finish singing this song, make this song famous, and live up to your expectations, then I can come and say thank you in person.”
Xie Fu said calmly: "That's fine."
Qinglian said angrily: "Now you are in charge again."
Xie Fu chuckled, and Qinglian gave Xie Fu an angry look, "You idiot, you just know how to laugh, please have fun."
If this song can help Qinglian, Xie Fu is very happy. He believes that if Qinglian can sing this song well, she will definitely shine.
Qinglian said: "I'm going back. I ran out secretly today. You can say thank you to the young master for me first. Later, Qinglian will come to thank you in person."
Xie Fu nodded, and when Qinglian took a few steps away, he suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Qinglian, you have to keep the origin of this song a secret from anyone. The young master doesn't like to be disturbed."
"I understand, I will keep it a secret so that it won't hurt the young master."
At night, Zhu Ming came to Xie Fu's room again and said, "Xie Fu, please take a look."
Fu Xie glanced at Zhu Ming. Zhu Ming was on time when he wrote the letter, but he was procrastinating when handing in his homework. Forget it, this matter can also give him some motivation to study.
Xie Fu took the letter and asked lightly: "Have you practiced your calligraphy?" In his spare time, he carved wooden characters for Zhu Ming to practice on the model. According to a rough estimate, he carved thirty or forty wooden characters.
"Practice, practice."
"Write it to me later."
After Xie Fu finished speaking, he opened the letter and started to read it. He started to laugh as he looked at it. These days, he and this young lady used pigeons as matchmakers, chatting about everything from poetry to food, clothing, housing and transportation. They were in a leisurely mood. Unknowingly, it had been nearly twenty days.
The young lady's conversation became more interesting and casual, no longer full of strangers and mutual testing as at the beginning.
Xie Fu smiled and said: "She also said that she would go to Kaiyuan Temple to offer incense on the first day of August this month."
Zhu Ming scratched his head after hearing this, "Why did he suddenly talk about going to Kaiyuan Temple to offer incense?"
Xie Fu smiled and said, "She revealed her whereabouts to you for no reason, what do you think?"
Zhu Ming suddenly realized: "You mean she asked me to meet!"
Xie Fu nodded lightly, "That's probably it."
Zhu Ming immediately became excited and ecstatic, but when he thought about meeting Mrs. Lan Ning, his palms sweated nervously, "Thank you, Fu, what should I do? I'm not mentally prepared yet. I don't know..." Knowing that he was going to meet, Zhu Ming
Ming was at a loss for what to do.
Xie Fu didn't know what to say, so he only heard Zhu Ming ask: "Xie Fu, do you think she will like me?"
Xie Fu said calmly: "If you like me, just say it far away. I should have a good impression, otherwise why would I be communicating with you so intensively."
Zhu Ming didn't know where he got the courage, but he responded decisively: "Okay, then I will go and meet her."
Xie Fu said calmly: "Zhu Ming, I advise you not to go."
Zhu Ming blurted out and asked: "Why?"
Xie Fu did not explain. There are stories of ladies falling in love with poor scholars, but at least they are scholars.
If Zhu Ming studied diligently, after a year and a half, he could barely acquire some literati temperament. However, he had only studied for more than twenty days and could not read many words. Wouldn't everything be revealed in this meeting?
This is why he always advised Zhu Ming to study hard.
When Zhu Ming saw that Xie Fu didn't explain, he had a somewhat suspicious look in his eyes. Could it be that Xie Fu wanted to see Lan Ning and take it for himself? No, I have to be careful about him. Thinking of this, he said : "How about I write this letter today."
"You write it!" Xie Fu couldn't help but chuckle after being surprised.
This chuckle made Zhu Ming very sensitive, and he thought to himself: "Huh, you also look down on me in your heart."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Okay, you write it." He really wanted to do it. He had always been in trouble when it came to this matter.
Zhu Ming chuckled: "Of course I don't write it myself. You still have to write it. I'll do the talking."
"Okay!" Xie Fu responded cheerfully.
***The author has something to say***
Aren’t villains supposed to be hateful? Only when you repair them severely can you relieve your anger.
