,Sing!"

Everyone burst into laughter. I had never seen a rough guy who couldn't speak and could sing. They started to boo.

"Our third brother is a scholar!" Several men shouted, with a bit of pride, "We can recite poems and write poems!"

Scholars? Reciting poems and writing poems? Everyone laughed. Such scholars are really rare.

The man didn't take it seriously and laughed.

"...Brotherhood..." He suddenly opened his mouth and sang. [Note 1]

Instead of rapping, I would rather yell, because I am weak and my voice is hoarse, so it doesn't sound like it.

Did they really sing? Everyone gradually became quiet.

"...Think twice..."

It doesn't seem to be a tune, but when it's shouted like this, and in the darkness of the night, it's quite enjoyable to hear it.

"...It's a matter of life and death...Friendship is as high as the sky..."

The young man here turned his head.

"It seems that I have indeed read books." He said.

Sui never spoke and looked over.

Seeing that the man seemed to be at a loss for words, he scratched his head and suddenly looked at the delicate woman sitting by the bonfire.

"..My sweet lady, smile for me..."

The maid's eyes widened and she stood up immediately.

The young man chuckled.

"He is still a romantic scholar. He is going to make that little lady cry. It's fun, it's fun." He said.

If it had been at any other time, if this kind of teasing words had been sung, the men would have definitely laughed at her.

But the strange thing is that the scene was so quiet that the men who were already grinning and preparing to laugh out loud couldn't help but just grin without making a sound.

Although Mr. Chen Si and Manager Cao didn't say it clearly, the importance of traveling thousands of miles to come here for this lady is self-evident.

Let your masters all have wives who want you, how dare they, the servants, laugh and make trouble.

"It's disrespectful to my benefactor." The eldest brother frowned and said.

At first glance, this lady was the boudoir of a wealthy family. Anyone who looked at her would beat her up if she even looked at her. Not to mention teasing her with words like this. Although he knew that his brother did not mean to tease her, the speaker did not mean it, but the listener did.

The man didn't know whether he was running out of words or because he was worried, so he fell silent after singing this line.

"Bring me a wine jar." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Everyone heard it in the silence.

"I'm going to smash his head with a wine jar." Guanshi Cao gloated to the attendants around him, "This lady can do it."

The maid responded by reaching out to grab a wine jar, and Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand.

"He..." The eldest brother stood up to apologize before opening his mouth, and Cheng Jiaoniang took over.

"Give me a knife," she said.

The elder brother happened to stand up. Hearing this, he raised his hand and handed over his knife without hesitation.

"Madam, my brother..." He whispered again to speak.

Cheng Jiaoniang raised her knife and hit the wine jar with the back of the knife, making a muffled sound.

The elder brother stopped talking.

Cheng Jiaoniang struck the back of her knife in different places one after another, and the muffled wine jar gradually made different sounds, high, low, clear and muffled, which sounded a bit strange in the dark night.

The young man groaned, slightly raised his hood and looked over.

"Strike?" he said.

"Thousands of... ancient... wind... flow... one... shoulder... pick..." Cheng Jiaoniang sang slowly.

Rather than singing, her voice was dull and smooth, with no ups and downs except for the elongated tone.

The scene was quiet, which allowed Cheng Jiaoniang's singing, which was originally small, to spread.

"For...a close friend...I can throw away everything..."

The back of the knife struck the wine jar, and the rhythm was as slow as her voice.

Accompanied by her own voice, Cheng Jiaoniang's heart gradually began to stir.

She seems to have a confidant, and she seems to have given up everything for her confidant.

But she couldn't remember, she forgot, everything that made people cry or laugh...

"I'm angry with you...violating the rules of heaven..."

She lowered her head, sat cross-legged on the ground, covered her head and face with a hood, and sang like this little by little.

There are memories and experiences, and naturally there is happiness and anger.

What will happen if she gets angry?

Waves surged up and hit my chest, but in the end my face remained calm and my voice was silent.

She was like a beast trapped in a cage, no, worse than a beast, unable to roar even if she wanted to.

The lyrics were low and low, and everyone was slowly immersed in the lyrics word for word.

Especially since he was so angry that he could hear the excitement in his hoarse and gentle tone.

Some people clenched their hands.

"Brotherhood, two sides to the sword, life and death, friendship is as high as the sky, sweet lady, smile for me..."

The man suddenly came to his senses and immediately started singing along, repeating what he had just said.

"...Eternal love is carried on one's shoulders. For the sake of a close friend, everything is thrown away. In a fit of anger, one violates the law of heaven." He then sang Cheng Jiaoniang's song.

The vicissitudes of life are even more evident when the male voice sings.

Everyone present was surprised that they actually responded to the song.

This lady actually raised her hand and opened her mouth to respond to the man's random song!

The beating sound in Cheng Jiaoniang's hand did not stop, and it matched his tune.

The people at the scene finally came to their senses. Instead of being angry, this lady wanted to join in the fun.

But no one dared to shout loudly for fear of missing the lady's singing.

"Beautiful beauty...grey hair...infatuated but not old..."

Cheng Jiaoniang sang slowly, still calmly, but with the help of rising and falling sounds, which gave it a unique flavor.

The female voice, the monotonous sound of banging tiles, actually carries with it the vicissitudes of time that penetrate through the ages.

Is it the vicissitudes of the singer, the vicissitudes of the instrument, or the vicissitudes of the lyrics?

"Ask the hero...what's...difficult..."

Ask the hero what is difficult?

When is it difficult! What is difficult!

When these words reached the ears of those present, their hearts suddenly felt a little shaken.

What is difficult? What is difficult?

The mother of the family is waiting to make a name for herself...

The green plum next door is looking forward to it...

I haven’t been to the wine market on East Street yet…

The achievements of the west have not yet been tasted...

The kindness of parents, the affection of children, the name of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness….

There was a sound of hitting, and the third brother who had started was stunned.

"Smile, life is fleeting, it's still empty!" he shouted loudly.

"At this moment of great change, I advise you not to worry..." Cheng Jiaoniang continued, "...thousands of gold are gone...the dream never ends..."

I advise you not to worry at the moment when the sea changes. Thousands of gold will be scattered, and your dreams will never end.

The people present were once again stunned.

It doesn't matter, even if you don't know who you are, even if you can't keep anything, you can't do anything.

It doesn't matter, she still made it this far, even though she stumbled.

It doesn't matter, there is no need to worry, she can walk, move, think, gain and lose, come and go, it's just a moment, as long as she is still there, everything will be endless.

Cheng Jiaoniang raised the knife in her hand and knocked over the wine jar with a bang. The wine in the jar spilled out, causing a burst of sparks.
To be continued...