The scholar was awakened by a tune outside the cabin. I looked at the curtains and saw lotus lanterns drifting with the tide, pouring down like a galaxy. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the annual ghost sending day. The geese moan, and the stars and the moon are eclipsed. However, the gentle and graceful singing between heaven and earth is like flowing water. The scholar looked inside and saw a painting boat flowing down the river, with white paddles and white curtains, and a beautiful image was faintly visible under the gauze curtains, mumbling and sobbing:
"Sad people write sad songs, and people who consume their souls make sounds that consume their souls."
"Miss." The scholar boarded the bow, bowed to the boat, and said, "It's novel and beautiful to listen to the young lady's singing. Dare to ask who did it and what is the title? "
"... this is a little song handed down from a nun's boudoir, called Lang Eighteen, with a clumsy and rough tone. It's very kind of you. "The voice in the boat seems like a lifetime ago:" It is hard to find a bosom friend in a vast sea of people. Dare to "xianggong" is also a person who knows the rhythm. Can you condescend to give me some advice? "
"No, I just know a little." The scholar became suspicious. Just as the original leaned forward, a girl from Tsing Yi came out with a lamp, half carrying a rusty curtain. A woman's voice came from the inside, indifferent asked:
"There is a song that is fate, but you don't even have the courage to meet each other?"
"The young lady said so, but she was ashamed." Seeing no one around, the scholar lifted his feet to the original boat and threw the curtain in. I saw a beautiful woman in white standing alone in a lonely lamp, stroking a lyre. Who is husband and wife? The candle shadow flickered, clearly reflecting her snow-white skin and beautiful eyes. A thin red line hangs from the hair and ripples on the white neck, like blood.
"It's a slave's luck to get the respect of" xianggong "." The beauty got up and saluted. After the two sides returned to their seats, the girl in Tsing Yi cooked wine. The scholar raised his glass to thank her and asked the woman:
"It was a breathtaking song, but Jiang Feng was in a hurry and didn't catch it. Could you please repeat it again, miss, so as to be comprehensive? "
In a flash, the woman's fingers moved slightly and the gold string shook. After a song is sung, the sound lingers for a long time.
"Good word, but it's a pity that autumn is very strong." The scholar clapped his hands and said, "Flowers drift from the river. Young lady, so beautiful, why do you play such a bitter rain like your ancestors? "
Xianggong ... Aren't you worried about hearing this song? "
"Indeed, every word is very sad. But life is too short, how can I let this unhappy happiness come again and cry for life? "
"Sure enough, I still forgot ..." The woman shook her head and sighed gently. She took the piano in her kiss xiu and said, "To tell the truth, this song had a story. Do you dare to ask "xianggong" if you have leisure to listen to me? "
"Miss Yi Sheng, I'm all ears." The scholar put down his glass and answered cheerfully.
The night dew outside the ship is thick, and the last moon in the blue waves is complete, shining on Kyushu. ...
Cause and effect, from an old story by the lake:
At that time, there was a large family in Huxiang, Tingzhou: the husband was a writer and the wife was a servant of Mo Xiang. Harmony between the harp and the harp, mutual respect as guests, was also a happy couple respected by people at that time. Unexpectedly, a few years later, my wife and I bought a maid-eccentric, unwilling to be inferior all my life, to please you again and again. After the wife felt angry, she ordered the servant to whip her and drove her out of the house the next day. The servant girl was ashamed and angry, so she hanged herself outside the courtyard and left a suicide note falsely accusing her of forcing her to die!
The Lord was born in a scholarly family. How can he put up with such a scandal at home? In a fit of pique, he flew into a rage and lashed out at his wife for abusing family law. The wife tried to plead innocence in tears, but this only made her husband more disgusted. Words accused the husband of making mistakes and pushed his wife to several corners of the case. His wife was injured and miscarried when she was pregnant, and she was still bleeding. Seeing that his wife was dying, God regretted it, so he made a contract with III to continue to open up the frontier. ...
"...' Sansheng Sanshi', when the fate of rewelding; We are determined to make an appointment. Playing with the red thread in her hair, the woman sighed faintly: "My wife worked for Quli when she was alive, so she left this song Lang Eighteen as a token of the afterlife. Music for adults, lonely souls. That's why there is such a heartbreaking sound. It's a slave family that hurts spring and is melodramatic. "
"But who can know the reincarnation since ancient times?" The scholar raised a glass to celebrate the moon, but did not agree: "Maybe at this moment, they have continued their marriage."
"No, the story agreed that there will be three lives, three lives. After three lives, the story is gone. " The woman sipped her wine and frowned and said, "Most people like happy endings, but how can there be so many beautiful flowers and full moons in such a big world?" Next life, but still a disaster. From the moment we met, it was doomed to be a wishful disaster for the woman. "For the first time, she was born in a son's house, Jasper pity people, food and clothing. But still cling to the promise of past lives. When I was seventeen, my brother came to see me with a friend occasionally. When she saw it under the hall, her heart was suddenly enlightened-although her appearance changed, her heroic spirit remained the same. Inadvertently, there is a feeling of deja vu in my heart. He is one year older than her and is taking the oath of "eighteen concubines and seventeen concubines". From the conversation, she learned that he had passed the provincial examination, was good at writing, and was a suitable person. Seeing that the promise of a lifetime was expected to come true, she suddenly fell ill. When she was cold all over, she dreamed that the ghost made a report: because she owed her servant a life in her last life, she will pay it back in this life!
She is full of hatred, but unable to fight, so she has to watch her decline day by day in the youth of a girl of 17 years old. When she returned to the scene, she sighed sadly: "The marriage is really not even, but it's a pity that Lang is eighteen", and she died suddenly.
In this life, he didn't even have time to know her name.
Marriage is empty, just a lonely sadness.
"But, isn't there a second appointment?" The young man looked at the down-and-out woman in front of him, puzzled: "A gentleman's word is a promise, but it's hard to make up for it. There are still two lifetimes ahead. Why do you say that? "
"Two ... yes, and I ..." The woman muttered, "At that time, she comforted herself so much. However, people are stubborn, but it's better than luck ... My wife died at the age of 17, but Fu You is still alive. She married someone else before she was born again. My wife stayed in the wedding procession to watch the couple pay their respects. Suddenly, the wind lifted a corner of the veil and she recognized it at a glance-this bride is actually the reincarnation of a handmaid! "
Dragon and phoenix candle, colorful sedan chair, summer clothes. These beautiful moments that once belonged to her are now taken away by another woman. She leaned over his ear and called to him, stroking his young and clean cheek with her hand ... but he felt nothing but smiled and held the beautifully dressed bride in front of him! On her wedding night, she heard her heartbreaking voice outside the door for the first time: so light, so fragile, so lingering, it seemed to be lost in the past and flooded the world. ...
A lifetime commitment breaks my heart. However, every time I think of Lang Eighteen, I can't bear to let go.
She returned to her hometown where she shared her life with him in her previous life. Zhumen Pipa has been stripped away, leaving only the ruins of wormwood to accompany her through the years. The wife will stop here and drink the essence of the sun and the moon for her husband's life. Over time, my wife became a ghost fairy, often accompanied by a ghost fox, telling her about her husband's family situation-she knew that he had two sons and a daughter, and his career was not smooth, and he lived a poor life with his servant girl ... A few years later, a pandemic suddenly emerged by the lake. That night, the ghost servant came with the report of the ghost secretary: my husband's family was infected with the epidemic, and five people died!
A year later, my wife was born again with joy. The second was born in a noble family, smart and lovely since childhood, and won the favor of parents and relatives. At the age of 30, my father extended his studies to boudoir-it was spring in March, and falling flowers flew around, confusing people's eyes. When she was dancing in the butterfly, she saw her father holding an old Confucian scholar who was over sixty years old-although it was goose skin and crane hair, it was clearly him!
"What's the matter? Didn't you say that his whole family was infected and all five died? " The scholar can't help interjecting.
"Yes ... later, she asked the ghost servant again, only to know that the ghost servant was pregnant when he was reincarnated during the epidemic, so the ghost teacher counted one as having two lives ..." The woman smiled bitterly: "Nothing, seeing that his second life was fixed, he didn't die. It's hard to find China, so far away. Three years later, her parents found another marriage for her. In desperation, they threw themselves into the lake and ended their lives. "
It's not that I haven't tried to struggle She also wants to finally recognize him and break through the shackles of the secular together. One day when she was giving a lecture, she specially took out the song "Lang Eighteen" as an answer sheet. After he finished reading, he just smiled and said reproachfully:
"Children, every family, don't learn sages and wisdom. Do you already know about children? "
Forget it, forget it, it's over. ...
"What about the third world and the third world?" The scholar asked again and again.
"The third world ... the third world is still missed." The woman has no intention, and there is endless sadness in her brow: "Let's just say that the pledge of eternal love is just a dream left over from past lives. If an idiot takes it seriously and hurts himself by mistake, who can blame ... "
"But how could you miss it? There must be a process! "
"... how old are you this year? "
"I am not weak in the next crown, and nine times out of ten."
"Yes ... but that woman was not reborn, and now she is going to fool around in the East China Sea!"
Before the scholar could react, the light in front of him suddenly went out. A cold wind roared by, and a gloomy smell swept by. He couldn't help shivering all over. When he looked intently, he found himself still lying in the original cabin.
"Is it a dream?"
The wind outside the curtain moved, and he quickly leaned out and looked around. The bright moon is still so gentle and complete. In the sparkling room, a small white lotus lamp floated from the side of the boat, and a sad song came from a distance and disappeared in the willows:
"Lang 18, concubine 17, meet the world into an engagement ..."
Since you never remember our vows, why should I stay here and cling to the past?