Night after night, the bright moon shines, and day after day, the white clouds wear away.
The Qinhuai River, traffic, lively, drunkenness, how many ambition, they do not want to step in their dust, Zhu Pingan shook his head and refused, then to leave.
“You ……”
Hearing Zhu Pingan’s dry and unhesitating refusal, the originally exuberant seventeen or eighteen year old girl suddenly reddened her eyes and tears flowed out.
“What do you know ah, you don’t know anything, do you know what kind of life we live. It’s not like we’re one of those popular everyone, we can only be at the mercy of our mothers, the other day Sister Taohong wasn’t beaten half to death.”
“Do you know why talented women are mostly born in green houses? Those like us this talentless, early on was tossed to death …… usual people’s family talentless is virtue, like us this talentless, from death is not far away ……”
“Look pretty, no talent, like a sewn egg, what flies and mosquitoes have come, early to be tossed to death; look not pretty, no talent, is even more pathetic, bad old man widowers and widows sick man ugly man, is no way to live ……”
“Talented, famous, in order to do their own masters, have a good end.”
“Sister Taohong is relieved, we are going to suffer, those widows, widowers, sick and ugly people can all pay with the mother, can’t escape the first day, can’t hide the fifteenth ……”
“Why do you think I have the courage to seek you not, who knows whether you are really talented or embroidered pillows, who knows whether you are good or bad, we do not have a reputation and do not know the other scholars, but as a life-saving straw ……”
Seventeen or eighteen young girls full of resentment, said hysterical, crying tears.
“Sister, don’t cry. Let’s go back, if we go back late, mum should take the opportunity to have a seizure again ……” The fifteen or sixteen teenage girl had red eyes and hugged the seventeen or eighteen teenage girl’s arm, comforting at the same time. While impatient to leave this place.
If everyone in the world is like this teenager, their sisters will not have to worry about the red face.
His heart is always too soft, Zhu Pingan hooked up the corner of his mouth and laughed at himself.
“Bring a pen and ink?” Zhu Pingan sighed and asked.
Upon hearing this, the seventeen or eighteen year old girl unbelievably raised her head, and her tear-filled face took on a joyful colour;the red-eyed girl. also brightened her eyes to look at Zhu Pingan.
Although she didn’t know, what was the level of this teenager, but at least there was hope.
“Yes, yes, yes, we’ll hide under the bridge.” The seventeen or eighteen year old girl nodded her head busily.
It was really prepared, it seemed that even without the misunderstanding in the morning. This girl was afraid that she would also change her ways to find herself not.
In fact, it’s not her fault, but it’s just a way of survival.
“Then let’s go.” Zhu Pingan spoke indifferently.
The two young girls walked faster than Zhu Pingan, carrying their skirts and jogging all the way to the bottom of the bridge. By the time Zhu Pingan walked over, the girls had already set up their brushes, ink, paper and inkstones on a huge rock.
“Just now it was Fox’er who was rude, please forgive me, sir.” The seventeen or eighteen year old girl apologised repeatedly as she handed Zhu Pingan the brush.
“Fortunately it was me, if it was someone else ……,” Zhu Pingan said casually as he took the brush.
“It’s because it’s you, Gongzi. I only dared to be like that, if it was someone else, give me ten guts and I wouldn’t dare to ……” The seventeen eighteen girl was very honest.
Bullying honest people ah
Zhu Pingan was somewhat speechless.
“What kind of poem is Gongzi going to write?” The red-eyed maiden saw that Zhu Pingan was like he had swallowed a fly. She was busy steering away from the topic.
“Who said anything about writing a poem.” Zhu Pingan shrugged his shoulders.
Upon hearing this, the 17 or 18-year-old girl’s face turned indignant, her chest heaving, “You, you’re playing us?”
“I don’t write poems, I didn’t say I don’t write anything else.” Zhu Pingan said indifferently.
Hearing that. The indignation on that seventeen or eighteen year old girl’s face collected and broke into a smile. “Then you are writing words, words are more suitable for us than poems yet. Our flower girl is the word to become famous.”
“Who said anything about writing words.” Zhu Pingan shrugged again.
Then, the tears of the seventeen or eighteen teenage girls came out again all of a sudden, “Is it fun for you to fool us?!”
“Can you wait for me to finish my sentence.” Zhu Pingan spoke indifferently, “I don’t write poems or words, I’ll write the first one for you. Well, song, very strange word isn’t it, in fact it’s not strange at all, the poetry of Harmony is called poetry, the word also has a word sign, the word sign is the tune of the word, the word is initially accompanied by the song and sung, you guys about to poetry is also sung, en, you what to choose the flower leader, about you also need to you go on the stage to sing ah, or dance, or get a musical instrument or something, let a group of boring literati to score it. I wrote this song, is specially for singing, only for singing.”
“Your name is Fox’er, right? Well, this one should be very suitable for you to sing, I guess those scribes love to listen to it, and after that, there should be quite a few scribes who would be happy to write poems for you.”
Zhu Pingan held the brush in his hand,dipped it in the ink, and began to wield the brush and write:
I am a fox who has loved for a thousand years, a thousand years of love and a thousand years of loneliness;In the long night do you know for whom my red make-up is made up, in the red dust do you know for whom my hair is combed.
I am a fox waiting for a thousand years, a thousand years waiting for a thousand years helpless, love to the depths of the beautiful to see me dance for you, love to the pain of listening to me with the song for you to talk about.
You and I have sworn an alliance that is engraved in our hearts and souls.
The golden list of flowers and candles is the end of the world, strangers on different paths.
Can you let me cry for love, I still love you a thousand years ago, the white fox, how many springs and springs and twilight, life and death are your fox!
……
Although the two young girls are not talented enough, but also practiced by heart, looking at Zhu Pingan penned straightforward but carved into the heart words and phrases, surprised eyes wide open, this is their first contact with this kind of writing, the bottom of the heart to make a sound, trance is the heart of the more open a hole like.
In a trance, it seems that the cold window, the scholar, that beautiful fox demon at first glance in front of their own interpretation of a poignant love.
So poignant
So touching
When Zhu Pingan finished writing and closed his pen, the two young girls were already weeping.
“Well, it’s best to learn a few dance moves, you can dance and sing at the same time, or dance and sing at the same time can be, accompanied by music, guqin guzheng ah almost to create some of the atmosphere can be, that I do not understand, you look to get. The tune, almost like this.” Zhu Pingan said, with modern Chen Rui singing method tried to sing two lines, the results found that he could not manage, a male singing this, engage in hair ah, they smiled bitterly to end.
“I’m a fox that has been cultivating for a thousand years ……” The fifteen or sixteen year old girl only heard Zhu Pingan sing two lines, and then with red eyes, she sang this White Fox song following the tune Zhu Pingan had just sung, basically not too far off from the original, and where there was a difference, it even sounded better than the original.
“Oh, not bad, that’s it.” Zhu Pingan nodded his head in satisfaction.
“Forget it, I’ll give you another song.” Zhu Pingan thought about it, so he waved his pen down another song, singing ah talent show ah whatsoever, how can there be less of his songs. Choosing a flower leader in Daming is almost the same tone as a modern day talent show.
Existence
How many people walk but are stuck in the same place
How many people live as if they were dead
How many people love but feel as if they’re separated?
How many people smile but have tears in their eyes?
Who knows where we’re going?
Who knows what life has become
Do we find an excuse to go on living?
Or do we take wing and fly and stay angry?
How do I exist?
……
Zhu Pingan finished writing and closed his pen, hummed a couple of lines off the top of his head, but it turned out that he still couldn’t sing, he was too musically untalented.
“That’s pretty much it, you guys watch and sing.” Zhu Pingan put down his brush and smiled to himself.
The two young girls, especially the seventeen or eighteen year old girl looked at Zhu Ping An’s newly written song, Existence, and her face turned a little red, but her gaze was firm.
“Your Excellency’s teachings, the two young ladies will definitely keep it in mind.”
This sentence of the seventeen or eighteen girl made Zhu Pingan surprised for a moment, ergo, these two chicks couldn’t be thinking that he deliberately wrote this song to educate them.
About Wang Feng’s song can always urge people to advance, everyone has everyone’s opinion, forget it, love how to think about it.
“You guys take care of yourselves.” Zhu Pingan waved his hand casually and left.
“Take care of yourself, dare I ask what is the gentleman’s name?” The young girl asked loudly behind her.
“My surname is Wang, my name is Feng, and my character is Headstrip.”
Zhu Pingan slightly paused his footsteps, then continued to walk forward, without asking his head, a wave of bad taste returned.
Then, the voices of the two women came from behind themselves…
“Thank you, Mr Wang Feng Wang, I will never forget your great kindness.
