I don't know when in Qiantang County, a tall building stood up overnight on the bank of the West Lake, a hundred feet high and magnificent. It seemed like it was falling from the sky. Even the residents who lived next to it woke up and rubbed their sleepy eyes, looking at the tall building that suddenly appeared in front of them with a look of surprise.
There are still a few stars in the vast sky, and the flying eaves are shining brightly towards Chang'an.
Within a day, the news of the tall buildings falling from the sky spread like wildfire in Qiantang County and became known throughout the city.
When night falls, the Huaying Tower looks like a dancing girl covered with moonlight in the West Lake, walking gracefully from the water. The sound of silk and bamboo sounds like jingle rings. The Huaying Tower at night is the rose dancing in the night, attracting everyone to enter here. Just overnight, everyone in Qiantang County knew about this dance and music place. Since then, the reputation of Huaying Tower has spread here.
It spread to ten, and gradually, countless literati and fashionable people came here because of its reputation.
Of course, the profession of ruffian has been around since very early times, and this place is no exception.
It is said that there was a group of outside traders in Zengjin who got drunk and teased the maid serving the wine in public. Everyone was kicked out and no one saw who did it. The next day, the local government posted a notice: Those who dare to cause trouble in Huaying Building will be arrested and brought to trial, and will be punished according to the severity of the case.
Huaying Tower was built overnight, with expert guards and an official background. People have different opinions on the identity of the owner. Some people guessed that it was a senior official of the imperial court who retired from old age, while others said that it was a monk who entered the world. However, no one has ever seen Huaying Tower. The true face of the owner of Yinglou in Lushan. But for some reason, everyone agreed that he was a man and a lecher, and all the women in the building must have been murdered by him, which made many young people angry.
After walking through dark stairs one after another, what appeared in front of us was a corridor with carved railings and jade walls, but the lights were still dim. Facing the West Lake, there was no noise. As if the dance pavilion and singing stage just now were far away from here, there was a weak candle burning in a room at the end of the corridor, flickering on and off, like a sleepy person about to fall asleep.
Hua Qing'er walked to the door, knocked on the door gently, and said, "Sister, sister, are you asleep? I want to discuss something with you."
"Qing'er, if you have anything to say, come in and tell me. The young man at the door should also come in." The voice was like a spring breeze, with a hint of laziness, like a gentle whisper in the ear, with endless affection.
Hua Qing'er gently opened the door and walked in, and the boy followed her into the room.
The room is simple and elegant, without too many decorations. There are just countless wind chimes made of colored glass hanging on the ceiling, hanging one after another, like the bright stars in the night sky, under the dim light of candles. Against this background, the room is decorated like a dream. On one side of the wall, the window was half-open, and the wind from the lakeside outside the window was blowing slowly, and the candlelight on the table could not help swaying.
The people at the table stared blankly out of the window. Maybe she had just come out of the bath. She was wearing a long white dress, but the belt around her waist was tied together casually, highlighting her slim waist. Her hair, which had not yet dried, was draped loosely behind her back, slightly disheveled by the night wind, making her even more charming. Although it was just a side profile, her eyes were like the lake outside the window, filled with gentle mist.
Her lips parted slightly, and the person in front of the window said slowly: "Qing'er, if you don't sleep in your room at night, why did you come to my place and bring such a handsome young man with you? Could it be that you thought your sister was empty and lonely and came to him? Stay with me through the long night."
"Sister, you are making fun of me again." Hua Qing'er's pretty face turned red, "I'm here to talk to you about business. Sister, we should still be short of manpower. Look, do you think it's okay to keep him working here? Ah, don’t look at how skinny he is, but he might actually be doing it.”
After hearing this, the woman raised her delicate eyebrows and said in surprise: "I haven't seen you being so close to anyone on weekdays. Why, I just started to fall in love. After knowing this boy for two days, I was fascinated by him. "
"Sister~" Hua Qing'er took her hand and stamped her feet coquettishly.
The woman pinched her face lovingly, "Okay, I won't make fun of you anymore." After saying that, she turned around and waved back, "Come here, I'll ask you a few questions."
The young man took two steps forward, and then he saw the woman's face clearly.
The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen it on the top of a group of jade mountains, we would have seen it under the moon on Yaotai.
Her eyes were gentler than the West Lake outside the window, but also revealed the eternal loneliness. There was a smile on her lips as she looked at the young man in front of her.
Since she was sitting and slightly shorter than the standing boy, he lowered his head slightly, but happened to see the gleam of white skin on her open collar, so he blushed and lowered his head. The woman saw his strange behavior and chuckled, "I want to ask you something, not the floor. Why do you keep looking at it?"
The young man had no choice but to raise his head and stare at her face intently. She felt a little embarrassed by the young man in front of her. She turned her face slightly to avoid his burning gaze, cleared her throat, and asked: "What's your name?" What's your name, where do you live, and are there any other relatives at home?"
The young man's voice came in a low voice, "I have no name, no home, and no relatives..."
"Then, how did you and Qing'er meet?"
"I feel ashamed to say this. I met Miss Qing'er the day before yesterday and I offended her rudely. Last night I caught wind and cold. Miss Qing'er repaid kindness with kindness and took me to the hospital for treatment. I can't repay her life-saving kindness. "
"Sister, he doesn't even have a name yet. Why don't you give him one? Look, my name was given by my sister." Hua Qing'er begged, holding the woman's arm.
"I picked up a girl more than ten years ago, and this girl picked up a boy more than ten years later. No matter what, I, Hua Yinglou, can still afford to raise a boy and a half."
"Such a handsome boy deserves a nice name."
The woman stood up and reached out to push the window open. The gentle evening breeze blew on the young man's face, bringing a little warmth.
In his ears, a woman's slight singing came.
"Haike people talk about Yingzhou, the misty waves are dim and it's hard to find letters; people in Yue people talk about Tianmu, and the clouds may fade or be visible..."
The song seemed to come from the deep sea, pulling the young man into the abyss.
"The blue sky is vast and bottomless, the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come and go one after another."
Unknowingly, the young man had closed his eyes, and his thoughts were wandering in the fairy mountain with the singing. Feng Xu Yufeng felt so uncomfortable.
"Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to the famous mountains as soon as possible. An Neng can break his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy."
When the song ended, the young man opened his eyes still unfinished. His confused eyes couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality. He didn't know whether the ghost in front of him was a mountain ghost in the clouds or the goddess of the Xiangshui River.
"The suffering you suffered in your previous life was just a big dream. Now that you have woken up from the dream, you should pursue your life and let it go among the white deer and the green cliff. In this way, you can call it Qingya. How about it?"
"Qingya... Qingya..."
The young man chewed these two words carefully, and from now on, it will be with him.
After the two people left, the room returned to silence. Only the breeze blew, the wind chimes swayed, and crisp music came. The woman at the table held her cheek in hand, thoughtfully.
The room on the other side of the corridor is where the boy lives now. The boy is lying on the bed, looking at the roof, his thoughts racing.
It turns out that her name is Hua Wuxin, and she is the owner of Huaying Tower. She is far from the ferocious man in the rumors. Hua Qing'er, that girl who looks like a clear lotus, is so kind and lovable. What will my life be like in the future? Will I work and live here, and will I marry a wife and have children like other men in the world? Thinking of this, Hua Qing'er's figure appeared in front of her eyes again, and Qing Ya's mind became more and more confused.
Thinking about it, the boy gradually fell asleep. Maybe there will be many joys and sorrows in his future life, but at least tonight, he is happy.
