My Beloved

The pavilion is huge, most of it stands on the shore of the lake, and there are no traces of the lake on three sides.

Wang Jinsheng is a low-key person, with only one person by his side, and all the others are hidden in the dark to protect him.

The cloth shadow play is set up in the lobby, surrounded by a table with a bamboo curtain half hanging in the middle, which is neither closed nor disturbing.

The children were full of joy, and Wang Jinsheng worked his whole life, even his only son went to the court to be loyal to the court. When he reached the age of a sweet-smelling grandson, he could only stand alone, looking very desolate.

Qin Zhiduan looked at Wang Jinsheng with envious expression, and could easily guess the reasons for each, and he could do what he liked. The two were chatting and laughing together, which seemed to be a timeless friendship.

The cloth shadow play kicked off, and a group of servants on the water pavilion came with their pots, one person at a table, one elbow lifted, and the slender spout passed from behind, pouring the tea with extremely difficult movements.

The tea water slides down the tea cup from a high place, the sound is like running water splashing jade, the fragrance of tea lingers in the nose, it is refreshing to smell, and it is pleasing to see.

There were sighs around, Wang Jinsheng twisted his beard and laughed and praised.

Qin Zhiduan looked at his tea with a polite and courteous smile on his face. When the servant collected the pot, he inadvertently saw the knuckles, holding the spout for years without thick calluses.

He looked at it for a moment, then retracted his gaze and glanced at the two servants who were standing at the table, his expression remained unchanged and he stretched out his hand and slightly lifted the tea cup, closed his eyes and sniffed, the white smoke on the tea, the ethereal slowly blurred his face.

After the first half of the cloth shadow play, there was a cheering on the water pavilion. Qin Zhi waited for the applause to fade away. He glanced at the shadow play in the hall and asked like usual: "I heard that the Bazhou shadow play is well-known outside the Great Wall, and I saw it today. , This shadow puppet is made very vividly, I just don’t know how this skin is made?"

"In the case of the son, this shadow puppet is made of cowhide, the thickness of the cowhide is moderate, and the quality is firm and flexible." The old man holding the shadow puppet replied slowly, but the answer was to avoid the weight, only the fur.

Qin Zhi put the tea cup back on the table, his jade face was slightly puzzled, "This shadow puppet is exquisitely painted, I don't know how the old man painted it?"

The old man sitting behind the curtain subconsciously glanced at the blind girl beside him, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

If he said how to perform this shadow play, he could say a thing or two. How can it be produced, how can someone ask...

The figure holding the pot standing aside is still, but because of his calmness, he appears stiff.

Quietly, the blind girl lowered her head in Qin Zhi’s direction, spoke in a low voice, her face was gentle and pleasant, and her whispers were quite like Xiaojiabiyu. Excuse me.

There are many techniques of shadow play here. They are taken from the murals of the Song monastery. They are mostly carved with sun carvings. The limbs and head are carved separately, and they are connected with threads.

There are many processes for drawing shadow puppets, and it takes the processes of leather making, drawing, engraving, and applying color to get a shadow puppet..." This answer is impeccable, and he clearly understands shadow puppetry.

Wang Jinsheng raised his hand and twisted his beard, and his expression was kind and sighed: "Zilaijiu Chuan Deng Shadow is the father of Chinese opera, and he deserves this name because of his exquisite workmanship."

Qin Zhi looked at the blind girl who played the drums and asked slowly: "Listening to the girl's words, I seem to like shadow puppets very much, but I have been in touch since childhood?"

The blind girl listened to her voice and nodded towards Qin Zhi, "Yes, the little girl grew up listening to the shadow puppet show. She has long been immersed in her bones, and she loves it very much." The words are indeed loved, but her facial expression does not have that kind of expression. There is only a lot of numbness in the longing for the cherished thing.

"Girl Weidao is so familiar with the shadow puppet scene." Qin Zhi smiled slightly, the lake shore was sparkling, and the scene seemed to be out of the dust, attracting people's attention.

After the questioning paused, the shadow puppet theater hurriedly started singing.

Wang Jinsheng was fascinated by it, his eyes full of heart and eyes were in the play, and he admired again and again when he was wonderful.

Qin Zhi wholeheartedly involved in the play, watching the tea cup during the play, and accidentally swiping the tea cup over the sleeves of his shirt. The tea poured on the table and wet the clothes of the two.

Both of them were shunned, Qin Zhi put away the wet sleeves, with guilt on his face, "It's so intoxicating, and I can't even hold the tea cup, but I have to pay the adult a suit of clothes."

The pot holder hurriedly pulled the white cloth around his waist and bent over to wipe them, and Chu Xing stepped forward.

Wang Jinsheng laughed loudly when he heard the words, got up and went to the attic to change his clothes, but he joked, "It's all the blame on the scene, can you still play tricks on this Yishan?"

"Since you can't afford it, you can only lose one piece."

Seeing Qin Zhi stood up and walked side by side with Wang Jinsheng, the pot holder glanced at the blind woman, and then lowered himself to wipe the table.

After they left, all the servants holding the pot left, the blind girl got up and retreated, and the shadow play continued to sing.

The blind girl walked out of the water pavilion, fumbled along the water pavilion with a blind stick and went to the garden. She was extremely dexterously avoiding the flowering garden while walking, and she was even faster than ordinary people.

There are some women in the garden watching the flowers and the scenery, and the blind girl regained the speed of finding the way with wooden sticks.

A person came slowly not far away. The blind girl deliberately slowed down, and when the person passed her, she slanted slightly and fell over.

The man stretched out his hand to hold it, and the sound of green plum soaking in water was pleasant and refreshing, and he leaned very close, as if it sounded in his ears, "Be careful."

The blind girl wanted to withdraw her hands, but her feet suddenly fell, and everyone almost couldn't stand firm.

"The girl must have a leg. I'll take a look for you."

The blind girl seemed to have a pain in her ankle, she nodded slightly, "I'm tired of it."

Qin Zhi glanced around, helped her to sit down, lowered her body and gently lifted her legs, holding her calf in her hand, and pressing her ankle through the cloth, the warmth of the palm was separated. The cloth came, and the blind girl was a little stiff.

The person in front of him pressed his joints and exerted a slight force. He raised his head to look at her, and asked warmly, "But is it hurt in this place?"

"It's this place." The blind woman moved her finger slightly and forcibly ignored the hand holding her leg. After a while, she asked softly: "You have delayed these times. What should your father do if he finds you?"

Qin Zhi smiled upon hearing this, "That's not my father, but the uncle who happened to meet in Bazhou."

In the garden, the flowers are clustered, the fragrance of flowers overflows from the layered petals, the breeze is slow, and the soft floral fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

The person who lowered his head and pressed his leg suddenly opened his mouth, "The various processes of the cloth shadow people mentioned by the girl just now include a sequence of engraving. I don't know how many knives a cloth shadow man needs to carve to show his shape?" Contains an inexplicable meaning that is not easy to detect.

The blind girl lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes without the slightest aggressiveness. She replied concisely, "Probably more than three thousand knives."

Before the voice fell, the hands pressing on the ankles suddenly worked hard, only the bones made a crisp sound, and the atmosphere was so quiet that the sound of needles could be heard.

Qin Zhi raised his eyes to look at the blind woman, "Is it much better now?"

The blind girl's complexion was flat, her other hand was holding the blind stick lightly, as if she wanted to use force and deliberately relaxed her strength, her leg was sprained abruptly, and she was a little bit trying to twist his neck.

Qin Zhi looked at her calmly, and said softly, "Get up and walk around to see if there is no problem?"

The blind girl didn't move for a while, and after a while she whispered and asked, "The little girl still seems to be unable to move her feet. I wonder if you can help me into the building for a drink."

"Why not?" The person in front of her agreed, stood up and helped her to the nearest pavilion.

The two of them entered the room with their front feet, and the blind woman closed the door immediately, turned around and quickly raised her sleeves, a strange fragrance diffused.

Qin Zhi only felt sleepy for a while, raised his hand to help the forehead and looked at the blind woman. After a "you?" was just enough, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The blind girl squatted down and looked at the dizzy person on the ground with a gloomy expression. Suddenly she pinched his chin and said in a cold tone: "You should be thankful that you are still useful."

Take out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pour out a pill with a wine smell, press his chin, push it in, and lift it up slightly. After a while, the smell of wine will come out. People seem to be drunk.

She stood up with another piercing pain in her ankle, when she stomped a foot on his chest.

There was a sudden stern shout from a distance, and the bones frowned slightly, they actually acted so recklessly.

The bones left the person behind, crossed the window, and hurried away in the direction where the sound came from.

Outside the room, Chu Xing saw people entering the formation and hurried into the room. The people on the ground had already opened their eyes, with a clear expression and no signs of fainting.

Qin Zhi sat up slowly, with a little drunkenness in his eyes, raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was no emotion on his face but he was inexplicably cold.

Chu Xing lowered his head unconsciously.

The author has something to say: Dan Qingshou: "Two poisons, what are your thoughts on the second meeting?"

Bones: "The vase has a very strong hand."

Qin Zhi: "The girl has won the prize."

Dan Qing hand: "..."

Ghost Seventeen: "^ω^"

Wang Jinsheng: "No, no, if the two can fall in love, both the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers will have to flow backwards for three years."

Danqing hand: "T_T"