The bright moon shines night after night, and the white clouds grind away in the morning.
The Qinhuai River was bustling with traffic and bustling, and many people were dreaming of their ambitions. He didn't want to follow in their footsteps. Zhu Pingan shook his head and refused, and was about to leave.
"you……"
Hearing Zhu Ping'an's straightforward and unhesitating rejection, the originally energetic girl of seventeen or eighteen suddenly turned red and burst into tears.
"What do you know? You don't know anything. Do you know what kind of life we live? We are not those popular people. We can only be at the mercy of mothers. Sister Taohong was beaten half to death a few days ago."
"Do you know why most talented women are born in brothels? Those who are as talentless as us are tortured to death early... In ordinary people's homes, being talentless is a virtue. For talentless people like us, they are not far away from death. …”
"Those who are beautiful but have no talents are like eggs with cracks. All kinds of flies and mosquitoes will come here, and they will be tormented to death early; those who are not beautiful but have no talents are even more pathetic, making old men widowed and sick." Ugly men have no way to survive..."
"Those who are talented and famous can be their own masters and have a good death."
"Sister Taohong is freed, and we are going to suffer. Those widowers, widowers, sick men, and ugly men have all paid money to their mothers. They can't escape the first grade of junior high school, and they can't escape the fifteenth grade..."
"Why do you think I have the courage to look for you? Who knows whether you are really talented or embroidering pillows? Who knows whether you are good or bad? Other scholars who are not famous and unknown to us are just a life-saving thread." straw……"
The seventeen-year-old girl was full of resentment, spoke hysterically, and cried with tears streaming down her face.
"Sister, don't cry, let's go back. It's too late, and it's time for mom to take the opportunity to have another attack..." The girl in her fifteenth or sixteenth year had red eyes, holding the arm of the girl in her seventeenth or eighteenth year, comforting her, and couldn't wait to do it. Want to leave this place.
If only everyone in the world were like this young man. My sisters don't have to worry about the beauty's fate.
He was always too soft-hearted, Zhu Pingan laughed at himself.
"Do you want to bring pen and ink?" Zhu Ping'an sighed and asked.
Hearing this, the seventeen-year-old girl raised her head in disbelief. The face full of tears became happy; the girl with red eyes also looked at Zhu Pingan with bright eyes.
Although I don’t know what this young man’s level is, there is at least hope.
"Yes, yes, we will hide under the bridge." The girl of seventeen or eighteen nodded hurriedly.
Well
He really came prepared. It seems that even if there was no misunderstanding in the morning, this girl might find another way to find fault with her.
In fact, it's not her fault, it's just a way of survival.
"Then let's go." Zhu Pingan said calmly.
The two girls walked faster than Zhu Pingan, holding their skirts, they trotted all the way to the bridge. When Zhu Pingan walked over, they had already placed pens, ink, paper and inkstones on a huge stone.
"Hu'er was rude just now. Please forgive me, sir." The girl of seventeen or eighteen apologized repeatedly when she handed Zhu Ping'an the brush.
"Fortunately for me, if it were someone else..." Zhu Pingan took the brush and said casually.
"It's because I'm the young master that I dare to do that. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't dare even if you gave me ten guts..." The seventeen-eighth-year-old girl is very honest.
Bullying honest people
Zhu Pingan was speechless.
"What poem do you want to write?" The red-eyed girl saw that Zhu Ping'an looked like he had swallowed a fly, and hurriedly changed the topic.
"Who said I wanted to write poetry?" Zhu Pingan shrugged.
Hearing this, the seventeen-year-old girl's face became angry, her chest heaved, "You, are you kidding us?"
"I don't write poetry, and I didn't say I wouldn't write anything else." Zhu Pingan said lightly.
Hearing this, the anger on the face of the seventy-eight-year-old girl disappeared, and her tears turned into a smile. "Then you just write lyrics. Lyrics are more suitable for us than poetry. Our oiran became famous with just one word."
"Who said we need to write lyrics?" Zhu Pingan shrugged again.
Then, the girl of seventeen or eighteen burst into tears again. "Are you interested in playing tricks on us?!"
"Can you wait for me to finish what I'm saying?" Zhu Pingan said calmly, "I don't write poems or lyrics, so I'll write one for you. Well, a song, the lyrics are very strange, aren't they? Actually, a little bit It’s not surprising, poetry is called poetry when combined with music, and lyrics also have word cards. The word card is the melody of the words, and the words were originally sung with accompaniment. You probably want the poems to be sung as well. Well, whatever you choose, the oiran will probably need you too. Go on stage and sing, or dance, or get a musical instrument or something, and let a bunch of boring literati grade it. This song I wrote is specifically for singing, only for singing."
"Your name is Hu'er, right? Well, this song should be very suitable for you to sing. I guess those scholars will like it very much. In the future, there should be many scholars who are willing to write poems for you."
Zhu Pingan held the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, and began to write:
I am a fox who has been in love for a thousand years, who has been in love for a thousand years and who has been lonely for a thousand years; in the long night, do you know who put on my red makeup, and in the world of mortals, do you know who combed my hair for?
I am a fox who has been waiting for thousands of years. I have been waiting for thousands of years of helplessness. When you are deeply in love, watch me dance for you with my beauty. When your love is painful, listen to me pouring out my songs for you.
Hanchuang read the vows made between you and me, unforgettable
The golden list of flowers and candles is a long way to the end of the world, with strange roads and different roads.
Can you please let me cry for love? I am still the white fox who loved you thousands of years ago. I have been your fox for many generations, every spring and every day.
…
Although the two girls are not talented enough, they have also practiced hard. Seeing Zhu Pingan's straightforward but heartfelt words, their eyes widened in surprise. This was their first time coming into contact with this kind of writing, and there was a feeling in their hearts. The voice sounded like a trance, as if one's mind had opened up.
In a daze, it seemed that Han Chuang, that scholar, and that beautiful fox demon were suddenly performing a poignant love story in front of him.
So poignant
Very touching
When Zhu Pingan finished writing, the two girls were already in tears.
"Well, it's best to learn a few more dance moves. You can dance and sing one at a time, or dance and sing at the same time. As for accompaniment music, Guqin, Guzheng, etc. can be used to create an atmosphere. I don't understand that. You guys Let's see. As for the tune, it's almost like this." Zhu Pingan said, and tried to sing two lines using the modern Chen Rui singing method, but found that he couldn't control it at all. It was so weird for a man to sing this, so he smiled bitterly and couldn't stop it. That’s it.
"I am a fox who has been practicing for thousands of years..." The fifteen-year-old girl only listened to Zhu Pingan sing a few lines, then her eyes turned red and she sang the song "White Fox" to the tune that Zhu Pingan had just said. Basically, it was the same as the original song. The singing is not much different, and the differences are even better than the original singing.
"Oh, yes, that's it." Zhu Pingan nodded with satisfaction.
"Forget it, I'll give you one more song." Zhu Ping'an thought for a while, then wrote another one. It's about singing, auditions, etc. How can we miss his song? The selection of oirans in the Ming Dynasty was almost the same as the modern draft.
"exist"
How many people are walking but stuck in place
How many people live but feel like they are dead
How many people love but seem to be separated
How many people are smiling but full of tears
Who knows where we should go
Who understands what life has become
Do you want to find an excuse to continue living?
Or spread your wings and stay angry
How do I exist
…
After Zhu Pingan finished writing, he hummed a few lines casually, but found that he still couldn't sing because he had no musical talent.
"That's pretty much it. Just watch and sing." Zhu Pingan put down his brush and smiled self-deprecatingly.
The two girls, especially the seventeen-year-old girl, looked at Zhu Ping'an's newly written song "Existence", their faces were a little red, but their eyes were firm.
"The young master's teachings must be kept in mind by the two young ladies."
Zhu Ping'an was surprised for a moment by these words of a seventeen-year-old girl. Well, these two girls didn't think they wrote this song on purpose. Let's educate them.
This song by Wang Feng can always encourage people to make progress. Everyone has their own opinions. Forget it, just think whatever you want.
"You can take care of yourself." Zhu Pingan waved his hand casually and left.
"Young Master, please walk slowly. May I ask what your name is?" the girl asked loudly from behind.
"My surname is Wang, my given name is Feng, and my courtesy name is Toutiao."
Zhu Ping'an paused slightly, then continued to walk forward without asking a question, and replied with a bad taste.
Then, the voices of two women came from behind...
"Thank you so much, Mr. Wang Feng, Mr. Wang, for your great kindness, my little lady will never forget it." (To be continued.)
