The bright moon shines brightly night after night, and the white clouds grind away from morning to morning.
The Qinhuai River was bustling with traffic and bustling, and he was so drunk that he had many ambitions. He did not want to follow in their footsteps. Zhu Pingan shook his head and refused, and was about to leave.
"you……"
Hearing Zhu Ping'an's straightforward refusal without hesitation, the originally energetic girl of seventeen or eighteen suddenly turned red and shed tears.
"What do you know? You don't know anything. Do you know what kind of life we live? We are not those popular people. We can only be at the mercy of mothers. Sister Taohong was beaten half to death a few days ago."
"Do you know why most talented women are born in brothels? Those who are as talentless as us are tortured to death early... In ordinary people's homes, being talentless is a virtue. For talentless people like us, they are not far away from death.
…”
"Those who are beautiful but have no talents are like eggs with cracks. All kinds of flies and mosquitoes will come here, and they will be tormented to death early; those who are not beautiful but have no talents are even more pathetic, making an old man widowed and a sick man."
Ugly men have no way to survive..."
"Those who are talented and famous can be their own masters and have a good death."
"Sister Taohong is freed, and we are going to suffer. Those widowers, widowers, sick men, and ugly men have all paid money to their mothers. They can't escape the first grade of junior high school, and they can't escape the fifteenth grade..."
"Why do you think I have the courage to look for you? Who knows whether you are really talented or embroidering pillows? Who knows whether you are good or bad? Other scholars who are not famous and unknown to us are just a life-saving thread."
straw……"
The seventeen-year-old girl was full of resentment, spoke hysterically, and cried with tears streaming down her face.
"Sister, don't cry. Let's go back. It's too late, and it's time for mom to have an attack again..." The girl in her fifteenth or sixteenth year had red eyes, holding the arm of the girl in her 17th or 18th year, comforting her, and couldn't wait.
Want to leave this place.
If everyone in the world were like this young man, my sisters would not have to worry about the fate of beauty.
He was always too soft-hearted, Zhu Pingan laughed at himself.
"Do you want to bring pen and ink?" Zhu Ping'an sighed and asked.
Hearing this, the seventeen-year-old girl raised her head in disbelief, her face full of tears becoming happy; the girl with red eyes also looked at Zhu Pingan with bright eyes.
Although I don’t know what this young man’s level is, there is at least hope.
"Yes, yes, we will hide under the bridge." The girl of seventeen or eighteen nodded hurriedly.
She really came prepared. It seemed that even if there was no misunderstanding in the morning, this girl would probably find another way to find fault with her.
In fact, it’s not her fault, it’s just a matter of survival.
"Then let's go." Zhu Pingan said calmly.
The two girls walked faster than Zhu Pingan, carrying their skirts, and trotted all the way to the bridge. When Zhu Pingan walked over, they had already placed pens, inks, paper and inkstones on a huge stone.
"Hu'er was rude just now. Please forgive me, sir." The girl of seventeen or eighteen apologized profusely when she handed Zhu Ping'an the brush.
"Fortunately for me, if it were someone else..." Zhu Pingan took the brush and said casually.
"It's because I'm the young master that I dare to do that. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't dare even if you gave me ten guts..." The seventeen-year-old girl is very honest.
Bullying honest people
Zhu Pingan was speechless.
"What poem do you want to write, sir?" The red-eyed girl saw that Zhu Ping'an looked like he had swallowed a fly, and hurriedly changed the subject.
"Who said I wanted to write poetry?" Zhu Pingan shrugged.
Hearing this, the face of the seventeen-year-old girl became angry, her chest heaved, "You, are you kidding us?"
"I don't write poetry, and I didn't say I wouldn't write anything else." Zhu Pingan said lightly.
Hearing this, the indignation on the face of the 17-18-year-old girl subsided, and her tears turned into a smile. "Then you just write lyrics. Lyrics are more suitable for us than poetry. Our oiran became famous for her one word."
"Who said we need to write lyrics?" Zhu Pingan shrugged again.
Then, the seventeen-year-old girl suddenly burst into tears again, "Are you interested in playing tricks on us?!"
"Can you wait for me to finish what I'm saying?" Zhu Ping'an said calmly, "I don't write poems or lyrics, so I'll write one for you. Well, the lyrics for a song are very strange, aren't they? Actually, a little bit
It’s not surprising, poetry is called poetry when combined with music, and lyrics also have word cards. The word card is the melody of the words. The words were originally sung to accompany the music. You probably want the poems to be sung as well. Well, whatever you choose, the oiran will probably need you too.
Go on stage and sing, or dance, or play a musical instrument or something, and let a bunch of boring literati grade it. This song I wrote is specifically for singing, only for singing."
"Your name is Hu'er, right? Well, this song should be very suitable for you to sing. I guess those scholars will like it very much. In the future, there should be many scholars who are willing to write poems for you."
Zhu Pingan held the brush in his hand, dipped it in ink, and began to write:
I am a fox who has been in love for a thousand years, who has been in love for a thousand years and who has been lonely for a thousand years. In the long night, do you know who made up my red makeup? In the world of mortals, do you know who combed my beautiful hair?
I am a fox who has been waiting for thousands of years. I have been waiting for thousands of years of helplessness. When you are deeply in love, watch me dance for you with my beauty. When your love is painful, listen to me pouring out my songs for you.
Hanchuang read the vows made by you and me to each other, which is unforgettable
The golden list of flowers and candles is a long way to the end of the world, with strange roads and different paths.
Can you please let me cry for love? I am still the white fox who loved you thousands of years ago. I have been your fox for many generations, every spring and every day.
…
Although the two girls are not talented enough, they have also practiced hard. Looking at Zhu Pingan's straightforward but heartfelt words, their eyes widened in surprise. This was their first time coming into contact with this kind of writing, and there was a feeling in their hearts.
The sound was trance-like, as if one's mind had opened up to something new.
In a daze, it seemed that Han Chuang, that scholar, and that beautiful fox demon were suddenly performing a poignant love story in front of him.
So poignant
Very touching
When Zhu Pingan finished writing, the two girls were already in tears.
"Well, it's best to learn a few more dance moves. You can dance and sing one at a time, or dance and sing at the same time. As for accompaniment music, Guqin, Guzheng, etc. can be used to create an atmosphere. I don't understand that. You guys
If you look at the tune, it's almost like this." Zhu Pingan said, and tried to sing two lines using the modern Chen Rui singing method, but found that he couldn't control it at all. It was so weird for a man to sing this, so he smiled bitterly and couldn't stop it.
That’s it.
"I am a fox who has been practicing for thousands of years..." The fifteen-year-old girl only listened to Zhu Pingan sang a few lines, then her eyes turned red and she sang the song "White Fox" to the tune of Zhu Pingan just now, basically the same as the original song.
The singing is not much different, and the differences are even better than the original singing.
"Oh, yes, that's it." Zhu Pingan nodded with satisfaction.
"Forget it, I'll give you one more song." Zhu Ping'an thought for a while, and then wrote another song. How could he miss out on singing, auditions, etc. The selection of oirans in the Ming Dynasty was almost the same as in modern times.
Let’s cast a tune.
"exist"
How many people are walking but stuck in place
How many people live but feel like they are dead
How many people love but seem to be separated
How many people are smiling but full of tears
Who knows where we should go
Who understands what life has become
Do you want to find an excuse to continue living?
Or spread your wings and stay angry
How do I exist
…
After Zhu Pingan finished writing, he hummed a few lines casually, but found that he still couldn't sing because he had no musical talent.
"That's it, just watch and sing." Zhu Pingan put down his brush and smiled to himself.
The two girls, especially the seventeen-year-old girl, looked at Zhu Ping'an's newly written song "Existence", their faces were a little red, but their eyes were firm.
"The young master's teachings must be kept in mind by the two young ladies."
Zhu Ping'an was surprised for a moment by these words of a seventeen-eight-year-old girl. Well, these two girls didn't think that they deliberately wrote this song. Let's educate them.
Probably this song by Wang Feng can always encourage people to make progress. Everyone has their own opinions. Forget it, just think whatever you want.
"You can take care of yourself." Zhu Pingan waved his hand casually and left.
"Master, please walk slowly. May I ask what you call me?" the girl asked loudly from behind.
"My surname is Wang, my given name is Feng, and my courtesy name is Toutiao."
Zhu Ping'an paused slightly, then continued to walk forward without asking a question, and replied with a bad taste.
Then, the voices of two women came from behind...
"Thank you so much, Mr. Wang Feng, Mr. Wang, for your great kindness, which the little girl will never forget." (To be continued)