Yu Liufei is a straight-tempered person, and has always been used to being slovenly with Feng Yi. He is almost thirty years old, has never been to a brothel, and has never been a prostitute. He has a righteous hero in his heart. He is used to being simple and honest, and the master has never thought of finding a girl for him. As a companion, he himself is not in a hurry, but lives a leisurely life.
As for Uncle Liu, at such an old age, there may be a grave in his heart to bury someone. It is an indisputable fact that Uncle Liu likes fishing.
Xiaoyu has been around for half of the world, but he is still such a young boy. He misses Xiaofang in Hejiacun and realizes for the first time that life is sometimes not so satisfactory.
But who has lived for most of his life without Xiaofang in his heart?
Three people drinking, three different lives.
No, there is an old gentleman with a good drink next to him.
It should be four people.
The boss smiled and put away the dishes on the table and watched the four people leave against the sunset.
Those who lead horses lead horses, and those who lead donkeys lead donkeys.
Uncle Liu waved his hand and said to Xiao Yu and Yu Liufei: "You two go to the town to find a place to stay first. I will go fishing under the willow tree over there and find it back later. Don't worry about me."
Xiao Yu and Yu Liufei smiled and waved to Uncle Liu.
The two of them decided to find a hotel first, and then find a teahouse to listen to books after the horses and luggage were settled.
This town is a bit small, but I don’t know if there are any storytellers.
The two found a cheap hotel in the middle of the town, settled in, and went out happily, feeling drunk.
"Brother Yu, is your injury okay? How about we go to a medical clinic first and prescribe some medicine to strengthen your muscles and bones?" Xiao Yu glanced at Yu Liufei's arm.
Yu Liufei smiled and replied: "I feel so comfortable after drinking wine. I have almost recovered these days. Don't worry. I don't think it's a big problem whether you take medicine or not. Let's go for a walk. Let's find a teahouse and listen to a book." go."
Xiaoyu saw Yu Liufei's happy face and knew that he also liked the fun of listening to books in the teahouse. He smiled and stepped forward and said, "Okay, let's go and listen to books."
The two of them randomly found a grocery store on the side of the road and asked the store owner where they could find storytellers. The store owner pointed to the bustling market over there and said that there was an old cripple singing at the night market. He liked to tell stories when he got into the mood. It's too dark. The old lame singer should be here. They can go take a look.
Xiaoyu thanked him and took Yu Liufei along the street to the night market specified by the store.
At the beginning of the town's lanterns, pavilions and pavilions are lined up on both sides of the night market. On the left and right sides of the street, candy sellers, lantern sellers, rouge sellers, and various stalls with candles and small cloth covers gradually appear.
Those who should shout are still shouting, and those who should be selling are selling.
Listening to books is not comparable to traveling in the world, where you don't need to carry a sword.
At the crossroads in the middle of the alley, there are two large round stone piers, on which are engraved some scriptures such as Disciples' Regulations and the Three-Character Sutra. The carvings have long lost their sharpness and look a bit patinated. Many of the characters have been scratched by passers-by who are passing by. The traces of rubbing were gone.
At this time, there were many people standing or sitting around this fork in the road. They were probably neighbors from the countryside who went out for a walk in the evening, or merchants and road vendors passing by.
Sitting on the stone pillar in the middle was an old man in rough leather clothes, with his crutches leaning on one side and an erhu in his hand, trying out the strings.
This must be the old cripple that the store was talking about.
Xiao Yu and Yu Liufei were crowded among the crowd, eagerly waiting for the old man to start singing, and also eagerly waiting for him to finish singing and tell some interesting stories about the world.
An old dustpan was placed next to the old man. Some people who were not short of money knew that the old man was using it to make profits, so they had already thrown several coins into it. The old man smiled and clasped his fists at those who threw money to express thanks.
Xiaoyu also smiled and threw two pieces of silver in.
The old man held the erhu in his arms, pulled out the strings, and played a melodious song "Empty Mountain Stream".
It is simple and elegant, as clear as orchid, and makes those who hear it feel at ease.
Yu Liufei clasped his fists on his chest and wrinkled his head. No matter how nice the music came to him, it was just playing the piano to others, which was far less comfortable than storytelling.
"Xiaoyu, can you understand what this is?"
Xiao Yu nodded and replied: "The song the old man played was the famous song 'Kongshanxi' by the Luo River ten years ago. I don't know the erhu music either. I just heard it from my old man when I followed him across the Luo River many years ago. This song is said to have been written by an old man who retired to the mountains and forests. It is said to be used to calm the mind.
I was young at that time and didn’t remember anything except the first few tunes.
However, I heard from Master that the lower the hand tune is, the better the music will be played. I heard the old man’s hand tune was so low that it was almost non-existent, which was a few points lower than when I first heard this piece. The gentleman is an expert. "
Yu Liufei muttered: "We don't know whether he is an expert or not, so when will he be a storyteller?"
Xiaoyu shook her head.
A man watching the fun on one side listened to the conversation between the two and said with a smile: "The old man said that he has been tired of playing the erhu for about an hour."
Yu Liufei frowned and looked at the man and said, "An hour?"
The man nodded and said 'hmm'.
Yu Liufei looked at the old man playing the erhu in the field with a frustrated look.
