Stars shine without heroes, apes are locked.
But I haven't laughed since you died.
-Preface
[ 1]
It is raining.
Raindrops fell on the ancient bluestone board, splashing and wetting the robes of pedestrians, and the fog haunted this small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
The oil-paper umbrella in the alley is like ink and wash, splashing in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Pedestrians are carefree and enjoying the ethereal fun.
Occasionally, one or two children play in the rain, deliberately barefoot. The young woman on the side was yelling, but her mouth was smiling.
A woman in white stopped by the river with an umbrella and couldn't see clearly. Her hair was curled up by magnolia, and strands of hair ran down her chin. She held the railing like white jade, which attracted passers-by to look back.
After putting the oil-paper umbrella on the stone steps, the woman took out a bamboo flute from her pocket, carved the colors of residual flowers and green onions, gently opened her lips and blew gently.
The ethereal flute spread along the river, as if telling the feelings in my heart.
The old woman washing clothes by the river, the literati drinking in the attic and the children playing in the rain all looked up and looked at the slim woman in the hazy water mist.
She opened her eyes, but her soft eyes were slightly cold, as if she could see through everything in the world. If your fingers are slender and your skin is frozen, your lips will stick to the bamboo flute, and the ethereal flute will slowly leak out.
People unconsciously stopped what they were doing and walked softly for fear of making a noise to disturb the lady. People in twos and threes form a circle on the bridge, surrounding the woman in the center, but separated by a certain distance, as if the woman would disappear if she came closer.
As if unaware, the woman is still playing the unknown song. The people around you were so absorbed that they didn't care that the rain fell on them and wet their robes.
"Flowers are like fire, water is like blue, and laughter is chaotic." With a little melancholy man's voice, passers-by gave a sigh to the man who suddenly stood up.
The woman's eyelids trembled and she kept looking up at people. Her black hair is tied with a white ribbon and a white satin, and a white silk sash is tied around her waist, which is tied with a suet white jade and covered with a soft gauze. Eyebrows grow to sideburns, slender and gentle eyes, beautiful nose, and a smile on her mouth.
The man was followed by a child-like extremely, holding an umbrella for him, and seemed to be a rich family.
"Yirenxiang, Wuyi Lane, recalling Jiangnan." The man and the woman are singing, but they are actually integrated. It seems that this song should match this word. The woman looked back and the jade finger continued to swim on the bamboo flute.
"Thanks, come back in pairs, Suzaku Bridge." The folding fan in the man's hand is beating with the beat, and the woman's hair is covered with water droplets, but her eyes are still watching the river.
"Flower Path Fragrance, Qingshi Street, Broken Sunset." A woman's left foot clicked with the sound of a fan, and the man looked at the woman, and the smile on his mouth became stronger.
"The sleeves complement the rhyme and tune the south of the Yangtze River, and the wind and the moon are not only weeping willows." At the end of the song, the woman bowed her head and stroked the bamboo flute with unusually gentle eyes. After stuffing the bamboo flute into her arms, she looked at the man and smiled like a flower. Then I suddenly found my gaffe and quickly recovered my cold eyes.
"Dare to ask the girl's name?" The man chuckled, fanned with a folding fan in his hand, and a few strands of hair fluttered on his forehead.
"The little girl has no name or surname." Cold tone, picked up the oiled paper umbrella, people under the umbrella, can't see the expression.
"So, can you go to the Broken Leaf Pavilion?" The man doesn't seem to hear the woman's indifference and still looks at her with a smile.
"If I have something to do, I won't accompany you." The woman turned indifferently and walked down the stone steps. The crowd of onlookers dispersed, leaving a path for the woman to pass.
The man paused, then recovered, covered his face with a fan and smiled faintly. After laughing, he let out a long sigh and shook his fan to watch the woman walk away.
The figure of a woman disappeared in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, blended with the white fog and disappeared.
Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it.
What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?
The man murmured, looking at the lingering misty rain in Jiangnan, suddenly lost.
I won't meet you again next time.
[2]
The lingering light rain lasted for several days, and the fog in the south of the Yangtze River became more and more hazy, and it seemed like a lifetime ago around the ancient town.
The woman in white walked in the deserted alley with an umbrella.
The ticking of raindrops on the oil-paper umbrella is really beautiful in the lonely rain.
When she came to the door of a shop, she stopped and looked up at the plaque engraved with "dang" on the door of the shop. The flowing style of writing is very compatible with the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and it just blends in with the surrounding scenery, as if it were born in this place.
The woman lowered her head and took out Yu Di from her pocket. There are floral patterns flowing in her eyes, and her fingers carefully touch every ups and downs, as if to engrave this Yu Di in her heart.
I always grit my teeth, put away my oil-paper umbrella and walk to the door.
The ancient door panel silently tells the vicissitudes of the Millennium.
Pushing the door in, the creaking sound is accompanied by wind chimes, and the crisp sound seems to be clearing the smoke in the south of the Yangtze River.
There is a faint damp and musty smell on her face. The woman frowned, put Yu Di in her hand on the mahogany counter and looked around, but no one was there.
Listening to the tinkling sound, an old man came out from behind the bead curtain, his eyes closed slightly, his expression was indifferent, his temples were gray, but he walked gracefully, as if walking in the clouds.
The woman said, are all Jiangnan people so indifferent and comfortable?
He went to the front of the counter, took out a piece of white cloth from under the cupboard, put Yu Di on the white cloth, carefully played with his hand through the cloth, and after touching Yu Di thoroughly, he gently put it down and sighed.
The woman said nothing, and neither did the old man. Years of tempering have worn him out. The old man went backstage to get the silver ticket, opened the pawn ticket and handed it to the woman. She folded them together, held them in her arms, blessed her, picked up the oiled paper umbrella and turned to leave.
The rain on the road is falling, and the woman looks in a trance. Even stepping into a puddle and getting her shoes wet seems to have no feeling.
The mud on the robe was mixed with rain, which made it even more embarrassing.
I don't know how long it took, but this deserted alley seems to have no end.
Hazy fog lingers, I can't see the front clearly, and I can't tell the direction when I want to retreat.
I don't know where a teenager came out and hurried past the woman. The alley was quite narrow, and the teenager bumped into her when passing by. The woman frowned slightly in disgust and just wanted to make a sound. But I found something strange.
The woman reached for the silver ticket, only to find that it was empty.
Just now, the boy had disappeared, and the dense fog around him fascinated the woman's eyes.
Smoke seems to get into a woman's eyes, and tears can't help falling from the corner of her eyes. The woman crouched helplessly at the edge of the alley, and the oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground and was washed away by the rain.
Time seems to have stopped at that moment. Until a woman feels someone touching her.
Cold so lift eyes, recognize is just the white childe.
The white man's eyes were slightly puzzled and pitied. Seeing the woman's cold eyes, she gave a wry smile.
"Can I take the girl home?" Men speak very gently, for fear that any mistake between the lines will stimulate the beauty in front of them.
The woman said nothing but shook her head.
The water that keeps slipping from the face makes people confused whether it is rain or tears.
"Who is your father?" The man flashed a trace of love in his eyes and reached out to touch her head.
The woman pressed her lips tighter, and big tears slipped, dodging the comfort of men.
The man's hand stopped in mid-air and was extremely embarrassed. For a long time, inexplicable sigh.
"Well, since the girl doesn't want to talk much, I'll stay here with her in the rain." The man also squatted down, looked at the woman crying silently, and silently handed the handkerchief.
Women didn't refuse. Tears and rain infected the embroidered bamboo on silk.
Handkerchiefs exude the flavor of Jiangnan and are deeply rooted in people's hearts.
The rain is still lingering, seeping into the soil and getting wet.
The mist rose and swallowed two figures.
Like a dream of Conan.
[3]
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
The moonlight penetrated the clouds and a piece of jade fell.
The night is dark, but the smoke hanging over Jiangnan has not dispersed.
In the yard, two people sat opposite each other in a small pavilion with red eaves.
There are two pots of wine and some cakes on the stone table.
Men's hair is messy and casually draped over their shoulders.
Pick up the cup and take a sip. But my eyes stayed on that woman.
A woman's face is slightly red and her eyes are a little cold.
Between the eyebrows and eyes, it adds a bit of charm.
The man looked at the woman and showed a side he had never seen before, slightly lost in thought.
The woman just bowed her head and considered the wine, and her eyes were full of sorrow. Looking at sparkling wine, I don't know what I'm thinking
Suddenly I felt a man's touch, and the woman looked at him doubtfully.
At present, the jade emperor is lush, and the broken flowers are familiar, which makes her feel like a dream.
I took it trembling and my eyes were blurred.
The woman looked at the man gratefully, and the man just smiled.
"Play me a song, will you?"
The woman nodded, and the jade emperor seemed transparent in the moonlight, emitting a faint green light.
The flute is attached to the lips, and it comes out leisurely, but it is Jiangnan tune.
Wake up at night
The goalkeeper hid quietly.
Ting Liu Chi bu
Shen Yimo Horae
The man blurted out and the folding fan opened and closed, as if he had returned to the day he met.
Women's eyes are smiling, and Bai Yuhua is shining in the moonlight.
Rain sends the Spring Festival.
The fishing boat sang again.
Walk through Jiangnan
The scenery remains the same.
The distant sound is also in line with the flute, and the birds fly to the treetops.
Seeing this scene, they couldn't help smiling at each other.
Diandianhe
Send your lover on a long journey
Under the oil-paper umbrella
Hand in hand
The old man on the ancient road
Old people don't know where to go.
Who keeps company?
Just sing that old song
At the end of the song, the woman could not bear to put down her Yu Di and held it tightly in her hand.
Seeing that women are so nervous, men can't help laughing.
"Don't get me wrong, girl. I didn't mean to steal others' favor. "
The woman looked at the man coldly, but it was not as cold as before.
The man kept smiling and pretending to be serious.
"Since the girl has no name or surname, I will call you-how about Jiangnan?" A man's hair was lifted by the wind, which touched a woman's heart. His face was a remnant of the moon.
Jiangnan turned his head and said nothing, but his ears were red.
"Let's drink to Xia Nangong's Jiangnan girl." Say, the nangongshan let raised his glass. Bow your hand and drink it off.
Jiangnan also raised his glass and smiled.
The two of them recite poems, you play the flute and I sing. Have fun.
January, two people, a little drunk.
A smile, two sighs, a little resentment.
[4]
It's still a rainy night.
However, the heavy rain poured down and the smoke disappeared.
Like a hazy dream has woken up.
Jiangnan seems to be infected by loneliness.
This Jiangnan is, so is the other Jiangnan.
Still an empty lane.
There is only one figure left, which is quite lonely.
Jiangnan's eyes are blurred, and the blue magnolia has withered, floating in the rain, wandering for a long time.
White is not white, but it seems to flow in muddy water, but Jiangnan has no time to take care of it.
Jiangnan slumped against the wall and his back looked weak.
What I have in my hand is a piece of red paper that is not harmonious with Jiangnan.
Red is not good enough for Jiangnan.
The hand seems to have pinched a palm print from the paper.
Raindrops hit it and the words began to change.
I'm getting married the next day. I hope I can come in person then.
Nangongshang
I don't know whether it is tears or rain, but it just falls on the word "marriage".
Scattered ink can't change this heavy fact.
I suddenly realized that I was nothing to him. Just a woman who meets by chance and is good at playing the flute.
He took a fancy to her talent, but he had no feelings except pity for the accident.
Suddenly bemoan your stupidity.
Men in the world are fickle and unlucky.
What can you expect?
When the fog cleared, I woke up and finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
[Wu]
The heavy rain in the south of the Yangtze River seems to wash away the ancient town completely.
Seems to want to wash away the red color that doesn't match Jiangnan.
Jiangnan fruit is coming.
Jiangnan fruit can't refuse his invitation.
Even if red is dazzling,
Even if the bride smiles like a flower,
Even if his gentle eyes reflect others.
Jiangnan also didn't drop a tear.
She has a smile on her lips,
Look at that beauty and talent.
Listen to the guests' greetings.
A festive and peaceful scene, and myself, after all, is just a passer-by here.
Jiangnan, what an ironic name.
Always go up and say congratulations, then turn around and leave.
Although she didn't see the bride's face clearly, she could guess the general situation.
Different from the delicate and charming in Jiangnan.
This is Jiangnan and Jiangnan.
Jiangnan took out Yu Di and put his lips on the flute, and the long flute slowly overflowed.
Jiangnan came to Jiangnan and played the flute only three times.
Three times, he was there.
It's just a different mood.
Only this time, no one can sing.
The sound of the flute seems to have attracted the attention of the guests. People listened carefully and only felt a feeling of melancholy.
The nangongshan let seems to have noticed, look to the south.
But his eyes are strange to Jiangnan.
Is it an elusive apology?
Jiangnan wry smile, he didn't do anything sorry for her, also did not apologize.
This must be a mistake.
[land]
This rainstorm in the south of the Yangtze River is a once-in-a-century event.
Perhaps to commemorate Jiangnan.
When the biting river surrounds the south of the Yangtze River,
Jiangnan has returned to obscurity.
Maybe if you change your name, you will forget everything.
This woman did the same thing last time.
When my father fell victim to a traitor and that woman was displaced,
The woman abandoned her real name and came to Jiangnan.
I met someone who gave her a second name here,
Now I'm going to lose this name.
Maybe you lose your name and you lose your memory.
It's just that the river has swallowed the woman.
The heavy rain washed away the traces of Jiangnan,
There seems to be no such woman.
Until the body floated to the river, the old woman who washed clothes saw it and exclaimed.
People surrounded this woman, just like when she first came to Jiangnan.
It's just that people's expressions haven't changed. How many evil women have been buried under the prosperity of Jiangnan?
This is just one of thousands.
When Nangong rang received the news, the woman's body had festered.
It's just that Yu Di held his hand tightly and never let go.
Nangong let him cry for the first time.
He doesn't understand his feelings about Jiangnan.
As sad as losing something you love.
Nangong Lie released Yu Di from Jiangnan and held her tightly in her arms.
This is exactly what I thought, but it is Jiangnan.
Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fate in the next life.
It is a mistake to meet each other in this life, which will only add to the fruitless grievances.
[gas]
The heavy rain finally stopped and ushered in the rare good weather in Jiangnan.
The warm sunshine sprinkled on the ancient town of Jiangnan, and the smoke dispersed.
In the yard, a woman is dancing, her eyes are flowing, and there are some Jiangnan.
The man played his Yu Di, and the broken flowers and shallots on the flute shone brightly in the sun.
At the end of the song, the woman smiled and the man was expressionless.
"Jiangnan is not Jiangnan after all." Just sighing.
"What do you want me to do?" The woman smiled.
"Nothing." The man reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, looked at Yu Di, and his thoughts drifted away.
The long flute makes people forget their troubles, just like Conan's dream.
When the stars shine, there is no hero, and the heart is locked.
But after you died, I never laughed again. It is a mistake to meet each other in this life, which will only add to the fruitless grievances. Whose clothes are covered by my tears, and whose Hanfu covers my shoulders.