Chapter 8 Alley is clear

The shadow is also called the lamp shadow play. A candlelight is lit after the fish oil cloth, and the stage is full of ugliness. You can act with one hand and one voice.

In fact, it's not complicated to get in touch with it. What is important is the lines. Fortunately, Bu Nuan has some skills. He usually reads many miscellaneous books, and it is not difficult to memorize large paragraphs of text.

She made the donkey shadow disk quite like that. Wang Zhaojun's figure was reflected on the curtain, turned his head and arms and said quietly, "I climbed over the mountains into the wilderness, my heart is in the south, and I am in the north. Standing in the wild desert, looking up and down the river, north and south of the Yangtze River. I can't see my hometown and my parents. Shan Yu, when can you let me go back to Han, let me regain the pipa, and then take a look at the rich Chang'an?

Rong Yu's Hu Han Xie Shanyu was wearing a fox coat, decorated with Jin Dang's head and a mink tail in front. Holding his hands high and saying, "The blue sky and white clouds in the north are beautiful, and thousands of miles of flowers are fragrant. Beautiful people bond with me and protect Hu Han's health for a hundred years. Don't miss your country anymore. It is so far away from you. Stay, my girl. There are beautiful Huji, fat cattle and sheep. In the future, where I am will be the hometown you can rely on.

Under the jumping lights is her touching face, immersed in the love story, and there is a kind of blurred tenderness. He looked at her quietly as he spoke his lines. She was so close to him, in the square backstage, and the two of them were shoulder to shoulder and could smell the faint fragrance on her body. He couldn't help sighing that the play was a portrayal of their life. Going to Mobei, maybe she can't get used to it for a while. But with him, she can always fall in love with such an unrestrained life.

She has acted well, but the figure has not always been standing in place. Once there is a complex action, it will take some effort to coordinate the five bamboo sticks. Wang Zhaojun got into trouble when he turned around and arrange flowers on his temples. He had to move his body, move his hands, and control the daisy. Finally, he stopped there because his fingers could not be reversed.

She turned her head and looked at him, "It's not Shanyu. Two hands are not enough."

He just smiled and followed her words, "Don't worry, I'll help you for your husband." He wrapped his arm in her shocked eyes and half hugged her in his arms. Pick out a stick embedded between her middle finger and the ring finger, and whispered to her hair, "Pick it up with ingenuity... Yes, the thumb pressed down a little..."

He exhaled in her ear, and she really couldn't resist. I wish I was a dead person and could be indifferent to his ambiguous attitude. But after all, she is alive, with her throat tight and legs and stomach tendons. If there is a mirror in front of you, you will definitely be able to show a stupid and stunned face.

His chest is warm, and even her back is burning. She is still not used to being so close to him, which makes her feel hairy. She bit her lip and tried not to look stupid. The violent bump in his chest ignored him and focused on hooking and lifting, but he was still absent-minded after all.

His hand left the bamboo branches and put the generous weight on her shoulder. She couldn't calm down. She expected that it was not early outside, and she didn't dare to turn her head. She put aside the trick in her hand and said, "Exuncle, that's it for today!" My grandfather is about to get off his job in the government office, and the servants in the house don't know where I went. I'm afraid of making him anxious.

She quietly shrank her shoulders, and he understood what she meant. Everything was not in a hurry for a while. She worked slowly and did fine work. If she wanted to leave, she would let her go. Naturally, she still missed it.

She got up and tied up the painting and said, "Nuann'er is going home. See you again, uncle."

He raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Will you go back by yourself? Where is this place? Do you know the way? Seeing that she was confused, she went to the wall and took the whip, pinched the cowhide into a circle, and turned around and said, "Wait for me at the door. I'll drive you back."

She made a sound and stared at him out of the courtyard. Soon after, he hurried over from the other end of the road and stepped on her. With a wave of the whip, the horse slowly marched in the direction of the square gate.

"What excuse did you make?" He remembered to ask her, "Your mother didn't ask where you were?"

She moved her finger and said, "The uncle of the Bu family passed away yesterday. Luoyang sent someone to report the funeral letter. My mother went back to Luoyang and would not come back until my uncle was buried. My grandfather is in the government gate again and is away from home all day. I'm going out. How can a few women stop me? Who let my mother send all the wet nurse away?

He knew that now it was only her and her father. According to the funeral of Bu, Bu Ruyin was the eldest son and grandson, and he had to come forward. However, others are indifferent and not very satisfied with the villains in the clan, so weddings and funerals should not be rewarded. He was really unable to excuse his wife's care. He was still in Chang'an. On the pretext that he could not escape from official business, he didn't even bother to go back to wear filial piety.

His sister is a scraper. With her, it's not easy for him to do anything. At present, there is only cloth like shade, so it should not be difficult for her to go out next. He turned around and smiled, "I will still send a car to pick you up tomorrow."

She is worried. If she refuses, she will be reluctant to give up secretly. But if she responds, she is a little panicked and worried that her heart can't stand it. She glanced at him, if only he hadn't been his uncle! If only he had changed his identity with Lan Sheng! With him, there is a sweet and painful feeling. Like a fascinating poison, it is extremely attractive to people, but an oversight can be deadly.

She hesitated, "I'm not sure if I can come out tomorrow, or I'll ask someone to do it and practice at home."

He listened and didn't say anything, and she looked at him timidly. His silence will make people at a loss, as if it were a short silence, followed by earth-shaking storms. She swallowed, "What's wrong with uncle?"

He still said nothing, and the whip made more and more noise. She expected that he was angry and carefully shook his sleeve. "Speak, what is this?"

He suddenly pulled the reins and turned around and said with a straight face, "Do you want to give up halfway, or don't you want to see me?"

She suffocated, "I don't want to see you..."

"Why is that?" He seemed to be very angry and had a little childish nonsense. "It was clearly agreed first, but now do you want to go back on your word? If you don't come out, I'll pick you up. At that time, don't avoid seeing each other.

She was stunned by him. Such a reaction is not what a high-power general should have! He has always been stable, and there is nothing he can do if he is unreasonable at this time. She spread out her hands, "I said you should come to stop. Who told you to stand outside? What are you doing secretly like Meier in "Red Leaf Jian"?

He raised his eyebrows and said, "How about Gu Kuang and Meier?"

Before she could think about it, she blurted out, "Buddhist Hall private meeting..." The words rolled on her tongue, and it was too late to swallow it back. She was so annoyed that she was dizzy. How could she talk about it? She thought it was a big trouble this time, and he had to sue her parents and ask her to eat a feather duster.

The expression on his face is so strange that it is difficult for her to understand. Fortunately, she had a pair of tears, and three or two tears fell in a string. He talked about his guilt vaguely, saying that he was young and ignorant, that he had committed chaos, and that he was only long and had no brain... In this way, he would relieve his hatred, right?

He smiled inexplicably and pulled out a sweat towel to wipe her tears. "The old problem has happened again. You will take the lead!" Yubi stuffed the silk into her hand and said, "You've got it dirty. You'll return it to me when it's cleaned."

He turned around to drive the car again, and she was distracted with her sweat towel. The pine-green satin, with willow leaves and swallows flying in one corner, looks a little familiar. Slowly unfolding, she became more and more confused - Huifeng cloth is warm? This is her embroidery work, which is commonly used by her.

For a moment, the brain seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, with unprecedented swelling and pain. What's going on? Women don't use sweat towels, so is this specially embroidered for him? Why is there no impression at all? What on earth has she forgotten? There is not a trace of everything about him. How terrible! She became more and more sure that something had happened between them, but he refused to say anything, and she had to find a way to get it out.

She gritted her teeth and fell into one heart. When Gao Lu turned around the downtown to a relatively lonely place, she suddenly grabbed him from behind. Maybe where the love comes, you can burst into tears without hindrance, "How long will I hide it from me? Did you cheat me as a child? I have always understood in my heart..."

He was shocked violently, and she remembered it? Or have you never forgotten? The whip in his hand couldn't be grasped and fell on the railing.

Her tears quickly stained his regular clothes, a dark red, shocking piece, like blood. However, I can't stop seriously and spilling all the way, like hoarding for years, decades, and a lifetime... It's a debt of tears.

He separated her arm and turned around, trembling to hold her face, "Do you remember me? Do you remember everything in the past?"

Her heart was stirring, and naturally she had to fish in the mixed water. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I remember... I remember my uncle..."

The light in his eyes went out. It seemed that the authorities were fascinated and he was almost surrounded by her. This girl has always had many intentions, but her uncle was too erratic. He leaned against the fence with a wry smile. Under her tearful gaze, he said very seriously, "Well, since you remembered, when will you pay me if you smashed my golden inkstone last year?"

She was stunned, with tears on her face, half her mouth open, and she didn't know how to answer his words. Angrily in my heart, isn't it a sensational mouth? Why did it turn to the inkstone in an all moment? It can be seen that he is an old fox, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

She lost her interest and lifted the curtain from the window to look outside. The carriage finally turned into Qunxianfang. At this time, it was almost dusk, and the fiery clouds reflected half of the sky. Seven quarters before the end of the day, the market drum will be sounded, and the tired birds will also return to the forest. So the Bushi stood at the door and craned his neck to look at the mouth of the workshop. Seeing a car coming in and looking at the driver, there was an indescribable awkward look on his face.