He turned around and looked at Hua Dan carefully for a while.
But I saw that her brows brought out the resentment of Qiulin, her red eyes showed the sorrow of blue waves, her dimples were like woven brocade, without a single stitch of embroidery missing; her pretty face was like polished jade, without any flaws.
This extremely beautiful and handsome man stopped singing and looked at him.
Just one glance, like a thread that has been held for a long time.
However, that night in Prince Ji's palace, he only had a glimpse of the beautiful lady in blue and did not remember her appearance. Therefore, after taking a closer look just now, he didn't see anything. He didn't know whether the two were the same person.
Even if they are the same person, so what?
They all meet by chance. One day they see each other, and tomorrow they turn around and go their separate ways.
Zhuang Sheng said it well, it is better to forget each other in the world.
"I apologize, girl, I was the one who was rude."
Ye Wumian bowed apologetically and prepared to leave.
The actress timidly called him out: "Wait a minute, young master!"
Her voice is as melodious as an oriole or warbling as a warbler. It is clear but not cold, melodious but not shrill. It is a complete pleasure to listen to. It makes your ears and heart itch at the same time. This is another thing besides the warm sun in winter. A gift.
Ye Wumian stopped walking and moved his gaze slightly, not to look directly at her. Firstly, it was out of courtesy, and secondly, he felt pressured to look at such a beautiful woman.
Hua Dan tried to smile and said: "The little girl has blind eyes, but she can vaguely recognize the young master from the side of his face. The young master is an old friend of mine."
"So, old friend?" Ye Wumian couldn't help but look at her, but saw that her eyebrows were gathered together, her eyes were wrinkled, and her expression was serious, and she didn't seem to be faking it.
"On a cold night, in the palace of Prince Ji, the song "Thinking of Fan" has not yet been finished, so I came first to reward you with money." Hua Dan, with the attitude of a pear garden, gave a gift to him without sleep all night.
He pursed his lips and said, "I have been studying opera for many years, but no one can appreciate it. Once I meet you, it is like looking at the spring rain. As the saying goes, 'A scholar will die for a confidant, and a woman will look good for someone who pleases her.' The children of Liyuan know themselves." The song..."
When Ye Wumian heard her tell the story of Prince Ji's Mansion, his heart trembled, and he knew that she was indeed the star of the night.
When it comes to Prince Ji's Mansion, I'm afraid that there are many people here and there are spies here. He turned around silently, let her talk, and led the horse away.
"Hey, Master, wait, wait~"
Hua Dan looked at the money on the ground as if it were nothing, simply packed her clothes, picked up the fly whisk, walked in lotus steps, adjusted her clothes, and chased after him without sleep all night.
Sleepless nights, feeling depressed.
That night in Prince Ji's palace, when I first met this beautiful lady, he was dressed as his daughter's family, but today he was dressed as a Confucian scholar. There was a huge difference between before and after.
Logically speaking, no one would be able to recognize him unless Zhu Houmao, Li Dong and others came in person.
How could this actress, who had only met him once, be able to put aside the confusion of makeup and recognize at a glance that he was the one who gave the reward that day?
Ye Wumian lowered his head and looked at Yunsheng. Yunsheng seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. He was grinning and looking around with his big eyes. He was bathing in the warm sunshine and felt very comfortable.
"Son~"
Hua Dan chased after him, holding a whisk in his hand, and bowed to Wu Mian, saying: "Master, why do you pretend not to know me when I meet someone else? You just listen to me talk about this matter and turn around to leave? How can you avoid me like this? Like a tiger!"
Ye Wumian looked at the people going around and smiled bitterly: "You are a famous actor in Yanguan Liyuan, and your net worth is so high. I am just a wanderer who has committed crimes and cannot see the light. Even if you and I meet for the first time, it is just that. It was just nine days ago. Nine days ago, I had a sudden glance and then turned around. How can I call him an old friend?"
A slight dimple appeared at the corner of Hua Dan's mouth, and there was a sly smile in her eyes as she said, "Young master, how long do we have to know each other before we can call him the perpetrator?"
This question stumped him all night, and he paused in his steps. The horse's ears lightly slapped the side of his face, itching and burning.
"This... no matter what, we have to know each other for more than two months."
Ye Wumian thought of Yue Buqi, whom he called an old friend. He met Yue Buqi more than two months ago, so he used him as a reference.
Not long after we walked, the number of people gradually became less and less, and we arrived in a forest.
Hua Dan moved her body like a water snake to the front of Ye Wumian, shook her head and said: "Sir, this is wrong. How can we define an old friend by the length of time we have known each other? The so-called old friend is an old friend once we see him. "
At this time, the Golden Crow is heading west, and a good night will arrive as promised in an hour at most.
In winter, the days are always short and the nights are long.
Ye Wumian sighed helplessly. He couldn't argue with her, so he simply didn't bother to argue with her. He just said: "It won't be long before the eternal night is coming. The countryside here is full of dangers. Why don't you go back quickly, but here you are?" Why are you hanging around?"
The flower girl showed her face and smiled, just like the warmth of spring and the flowers blooming, the flowers and the moon illuminate the colorful clouds.
She didn't answer the question, but instead asked: "Why don't you go back quickly, but you are holding this horse and holding this baby and lingering here? Why are you hanging around?"
Ye Wumian took a closer look at her face and saw from her age that she was probably a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.
The so-called twenty-eight years of beauty means that a beautiful body of twenty-eight years is as crispy as a flaky body. The age of fifteen or sixteen is the most beautiful and cherishable time in a woman's life.
"You are young, but you can be carefree and naughty. Even if the lyrics are full of resentment, you can still be funny." Ye Wumian sighed.
Completely forgetting that he is only such a young age. The difference is that he often carries the sorrow of being a hundred years old.
Ye Wumian said with emotion: "Why don't I go back? I am also thinking about this question. Come to think of it, I am a doctor who has no family and no sect, and travels in the world; a beggar who has no ties and has no ties, and lives in the dew. Although the world is big, Nowhere is my home, where should I go back?”
The two walked for a while and came to a small mound. A stone tablet was erected in front of the mound. The tablet was severely eroded and obliterated. There were only a few faint marks. If you look carefully, you can roughly identify the full text:
【I don’t know where the tomb is
I don’t know who it is, I don’t know who it is. I don’t know what dynasty or generation he belongs to, what province, prefecture or county he lives in. I don’t know who his children are, who his relatives are, what his deeds are. I don’t know what year, month or day he died, where he died, let alone where he was. Receive his clothes and crown.
I don't know what kind of epitaph it is to write this tomb for him. I don't know what the purpose of writing this article is. I don't know why. I don't know who the author is.
Is this tomb really a tomb of unknown origin? Or say: I don’t know. 】
Ye Wumian read this inscription as if he were reading a divine book from heaven. He thought his eyes were dim and read it again.
Hua Dan said: "Young master, there is no need to look any further. It's just the word 'I don't know' that fills my eyes. I can't see anything even if I look too much."
I read it twice more and saw that the text was indeed as Hua Dan said, except that the words "I don't know where" were used throughout.
"You have very good eyesight. You can see this inscription from such a distance." Ye Wumian said.
Hua Dan's face is calm and clear, and her moves are as bright as the stars and the moon: "You need to practice your eyes to sing. If your eyes are not bright, you will not be able to perform well. Seeing this clearly is just a basic skill."
