The uncle who was driving the car was chatting freely, and he obviously thought that Xu Qingyun and the others were going to buy the courtyard house.
Jiang Youyou sat in the back row, pursed her lips and smiled softly.
None of them gave an explanation. Just let it be a misunderstanding. It's not a big deal.
The uncle driver finally said: "That old lady Hu has a weird personality. If we can't make a deal, leave immediately, or she will beat her out with a broom."
"Thank you for reminding me, uncle." Jiang Youyou replied politely.
"Old Mrs. Hu has a weird personality. None of her family members live with her. She lives alone."
"Normally, except for people who want to buy her courtyard house, almost no one goes to her place."
"As soon as you said you wanted to go to that place, I knew you wanted to buy Mrs. Hu's courtyard house."
"And..."
About ten minutes later, the driver stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a smooth stop.
The driver said: "We're here!"
After Xu Qingyun paid the fare, the others quickly got out of the car.
…
In a dilapidated small courtyard.
Under an old tree, the leaves have withered and fallen, and are bare, and new leaves have not yet had time to grow.
There is a deck chair under the tree, and an old woman is sitting on the deck chair.
He has white hair, a face full of traces of time, and a face full of wrinkles.
The old woman squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was asleep or awake.
The old woman was humming a ditty, which was an opera.
I always recall some things in my mind, which are like nightmares and linger.
In my memory, there is always such a beauty, dressed in red, who goes on stage to sing. When she opens her voice, her voice is absolutely amazing, and everyone in the audience applauds.
But later, she died.
Everyone is guilty, and so am I.
That night...
The old woman opened her squinted eyes again, and found that it was already dusk, and there was still a trace of the setting sun on the horizon. She could look directly at it, and it was no longer dazzling.
The old woman felt that she was about to set with the sun. She was already fading, and the last afterglow was left, just like the setting sun at this time.
But some things cannot be settled after all.
What a pity!
I feel really guilty!
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Dong dong dong...
The old woman raised her head and glanced in the direction of the door.
She didn't want to pay much attention to it. She probably came here because of that matter. There was no way she could sell the courtyard house, no way.
The knocking on the door continued, but the old woman ignored it.
But at this moment, the door suddenly opened.
She obviously locked the door, why did she open it?
After opening it, someone pushed it away from the outside. A man in white stood at the door, followed by two women. They were both beautiful, especially the one in black, who was stunningly beautiful.
For a moment, the old woman thought it was the black and white impermanence that came to seduce her soul and seek her life.
The man in white's eyes fell directly on the old woman on the recliner, and he locked eyes with her for an instant.
Xu Qingyun walked towards the old woman, with Mo Yanyu and Jiang Youyou following behind him.
"Are you Mrs. Hu?"
Xu Qingyun asked softly with a smile.
The old woman glanced at Xu Qingyun but said nothing.
Xu Qingyun continued: "My name is Xu Qingyun, and I have come to see you because I have something to trouble you."
The old woman finally answered. She glanced at Xu Qingyun with her cloudy eyes and said coldly: "I will not sell the courtyard, no matter how much money you give me, I will not sell it! Leave quickly!"
At the end of the sentence, the old woman waved her hand away.
Xu Qingyun shook his head and said, "Mrs. Hu, you misunderstood. I'm not here to buy that courtyard house."
"I don't know, do you recognize these red shoes?"
While Xu Qingyun was talking, he showed the picture of red dancing shoes drawn by Mo Yanyu with a pencil to Mrs. Hu.
Mrs. Hu's slightly cloudy eyes showed a look of surprise when she first saw this painting. Her eyes widened and she stood up from the recliner in shock.
She stammered: "You... how do you know about this... these red shoes?"
Xu Qingyun and Mo Yanyu looked at each other. It seemed that this old lady Hu really knew something.
The courtyard belongs to Mrs. Hu, and the woman wearing red dancing shoes once appeared in that courtyard.
"We have seen this pair of red dancing shoes before, but now they are lost and we want to find them again." Xu Qingyun looked at Mrs. Hu and said.
After hearing this, Mrs. Hu sat back on the couch again, her old wrinkled face showing a look of memories, and scenes from the past appeared in her mind.
After a long time, she said softly: "I thought no one would want to know about these things. I thought these things were over."
"There is a story about these red shoes. Do you want to hear it?"
…
Fengdu has been prosperous since ancient times, and the opera here was once the best in China.
Later, it gradually declined, but there are still people who like to listen to it, and there are still people who are working hard to pass it on. It has not been forgotten or lost in the long river of history.
During the Republic of China, there were very few theaters left in Fengdu because there were not many people who liked them.
There is a theater called Man Yuan, which is the most popular theater in Fengdu.
In Fengdu, when people talk about singing opera and listening to music, everyone in the garden knows it.
That day, the director of the theater picked up a little girl.
Maybe he was abandoned by his family, or maybe he ran away on his own.
At the age of six or seven, he is very thin, almost skin and bones, with his face and hands all red from the cold. He wears thin clothes in the winter, but his appearance is delicate, especially his beautiful eyes, which are very attractive.
Since that day, there was an extra little girl in the garden.
The little girl is very polite and will give a clear voice when she sees anyone.
The little girl grows up day by day and becomes more and more beautiful.
The principal carefully cultivated the little girl and taught her everything he knew.
Soon the girl grew up, and when she was eighteen years old, she officially took the stage.
As soon as he opened his voice, his skills shocked everyone.
Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, but that's it.
The girl became famous in one fell swoop, and everyone who went to the theater or listened to the music in Fengdu knew about it.
Countless people come here just to see her and hear her voice.
The girl has a nice and easy-to-remember name, her name is Ye Meng.
Since then, Ye Meng has received countless gifts every time he performs on stage.
I was very happy at first. How could the little girl not be happy after becoming famous? But later on, she gradually became troubled.
Because many people expressed their love to her and said they wanted to marry her.
Ye Meng was very distressed. She still wanted to continue singing and didn't want to get married so soon.
But a girl's mind will change, and it will change when she says it will.
She met a man, a man who was not very handsome, but very special.
The first time Ye Meng saw him was in winter. She still remembered that she was singing on stage at that time. A layer of white snow fell on the man's body. He came in in a hurry. He didn't have time to wipe off the snow on his body, and looked at her first.