There are many sides of life.

There is a bright side when I look back suddenly.

There is a shocking glance, a sad and ecstatic side.

There is a side that seems like a different life and is in a mess.

There is a side that travels through the sea of ​​people and is far away from the end of the world.

But how can we describe the current side, the current side?

Scholar Chen couldn't understand and couldn't say it. He just felt that in a short moment.

Countless crowds suddenly walked away, and there were crowds of people suddenly disappeared.

The music is quiet and the shelves are deserted.

Liang Yu seemed to be the only one who was left with the woman standing in front of the stage, looking at each other speechlessly, with a confused look on his face.

Strangely.

Although the other party's charming and charming graceful figure and the snow-white ketone body that faintly appeared under the gauze brocade, it made him unable to see any charm.

It is just because of his eyes full of attachment and pain that seem to be staring at him. It is just because of the desolate and cold beauty that is not stained with dust, it seems to have moved the ordinary heart.

Who is this girl, and why does her eyes make me so familiar with?

Why is there sadness in her eyes?

Could she be an old friend I forgot about.

She was probably someone I forgot about!

Maybe he was a childhood playmate or a young neighbor.

Shusheng Chen opened his eyes wide as if he was convinced of something.

In his eyes.

The woman suddenly appeared and thoughts suddenly.

Suddenly, the center of the earth turned his head and even looked at him with tears and complaints.

It seems to be asking, have you forgotten me, why have you forgotten me?

Wearing that bright red colored dress, she has a charming style after the flowering period is ripe.

This kind of situation seems to be a sign of people: the beauty is alone in the old window candle, and the cuckoo crys and blood reflects the gorgeous clothes.

Scholar Chen opened his mouth and then wanted to run up and say something.

Mr. Zhao on the other side also wanted to speak but stopped, perhaps because he was thinking about something anxiously.

However, before they could speak, the girl on the stage turned around and accepted her fate, singing the show with her eyes low.

"After a break of the play, the water sleeves rise and fall, singing joy and sorrow, singing separation and reunion, it has nothing to do with me."

This woman is indeed very beautiful, as beautiful as a dream.

Her skin is as white as white, her lips are pursed red mud, and her eyes seem to be deeply rooted in love and are even more entangled.

When I looked up, I looked and looked around, and it seemed like I was flowing in people's hearts.

That makes people feel in their hearts that they may have seen her have repeatedly sprouted, and finally took root and sprouted, becoming truly affirmative.

After singing a sentence, the woman set off and danced.

Beneath the skirt, there is a pair of "soft and soft" lotus feet wearing only red ropes. The thin rope is wrapped around it, but it cannot cover the transparent skin. It is white and greasy, and the ten toes are as pink and pitiful as silkworms.

There were two strings of bells hanging at the ankles, and the sound of the bells sounded gently as they fiddled, making people fascinated.

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums are sounding and silent, the love in the play, the outsiders, who should I say it?"

The play continues to sing, and when the daughter dances lightly, it seems that she is about to sing a story.

A story of a low life and a low body, a story of a lonely actor.

"I am used to blend joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into the powder."

"So what if you sing the lyrics through?"

"Bones, blue and gray are all me."

"Duckweed in troubled times can only watch the beacon burning mountains and rivers."

"I dare not forget my worries about the country."

"Even if no one knows me."

"The people in the audience walked past and saw no old colors"

"The people on the stage sing the song of heartbreaking parting..."

As the resentful voice turned high, as the woman's operatic voice came out of the lobby, a picture finally seemed to be spread out in front of everyone's eyes.

In the painting, there is a girl who has been wandering around all her life.

Gu Zhi

Someone saw two childhood sweethearts in it, and finally passed by and disappeared.

Someone saw a ridiculous marriage with his parents' orders, and on the last wedding day, it was a mess.

Someone saw the miserable fate of falling into the family, and finally became a singing girl alone.

Someone saw the coolness of fireworks and willow alleys in it. No matter how beautiful and beautiful the stage is, it is impossible to escape the coldness of the tea and wither alone.

Everyone comes and goes, but who knows the thoughts of the actors.

"The word love is hard to fall into ink."

"She must be in harmony with blood."

"Who is the guest?"

Content is excerpted from Li Yugang - "Chi Ling".

This song is not like any song in the beech.

It should have been written by someone specifically, or it may have been written by a woman himself.

It is extraordinary and desolate, without any slightest bit of accusations among flowers, but just sings a certain unrestless mood.

The people in the building were still singing loudly, but some guests were already sad.

The legs revealed under the thin gauze skirt were white, and the unwilling smile that spread out afterwards were like a burning iron in the heart, making people unable to bear to look at it again.

But the singer on the stage couldn't help but acted as a vain in a trance.

A false lazy and a charming and charming attitude can make people addicted again.

She seemed to be self-deprecating and giving up on herself, and she was still mourning, complaining, pity and self-loving.

Could this girl be a girl I missed back then?

But she still remembers me, but I forgot her.

Then how painful she should be at this moment...

Because the woman sang opera lyrics of old colors, and because of her occasional affectionate gaze.

So there are indeed a few people who think, and there are always a few people who think.

Could she have something to say to me?

Or, what story does she really have with me?

Such a thought lingers in my heart and cannot be dispersed for a long time. So the emotions become more emotional and the pain becomes more painful.

Such thoughts are like your beautiful confidante who has never seen her for many years, and she feels as if you are dead because you can't recognize her.

The shame and unbearableness in it are not something that ordinary people can bear. Even immediately, a few "big people" who are rich and generous to prepare their silver notes.

No, I have to ask later if she knows me.

One person after another thought.

Of course, they also include the two young masters Shen and Zhao.

I have to say that just a few eyes can make so many people feel confused. This is really not a method that ordinary fairies can have.

It can be seen that the woman on the high platform has a very good Taoist practice.

...

"Hmph~huh~"

Yan Feilou, Huagu Pavilion.

After singing the opera, Wang Wu was humming a small song and sitting in his room to remove his makeup.

She is in a good mood.

Because these days, she has truly realized what it means to count money and be so weak.

While "picking my feet", I lay on the bed to sort out the silver notes.

This has almost become her new hobby.

"Bang bang."

As the door was knocked, a "maid" walked in from outside.

This person is obviously not a real maid.

He is Bai Di, and Wang Wu can confirm this from the other party's silent gait.

"Today there are already sixteen people coming to ask me about your life experience, and there are thirty-three people who say they want to meet you."

Almost the first time he sat down, Bai Di started to talk about business.

"When are you going to pick up customers?"
Chapter completed!