Chapter 1587

The golden autumn in the south of the Yangtze River is clear and crisp. Osmanthus fragrans are blooming brightly in the branches. The air is filled with a strong fragrance of osmanthus, which is floating for ten miles.

On the sixth day of October, the most famous opera garden in Suzhou City, located in the Fuqu garden on Huasheng street in the west of the city, is going to open a new play called "Lotus Pavilion". The theater is very lively and crowded, almost full of seats.

At this time, it was a quarter of an hour before the start of the play. All the guests were looking forward to the play, including a 20-year-old young man in blue and a girl of five or six years old sitting in the lobby on the first floor.

"Hula..."

The young man in blue was pouring tea for the girl when the second came with an old woman in grey.

"Mr. Li," he said, nodding and bowing to the young man in blue. "The garden is full today. Do you mind if Mr. Li would like to have a table with this old lady?"

Listen to the tone of the second, I know that this young master Li should be a frequent visitor in the opera garden.

Before Mr. Li said anything, the girl beside him had jumped out of the chair flexibly. She helped the old lady in green open the chair warmly and said with a smile, "Granny Fu, please sit down."

The little girl was very well raised. She was white, fat and ruddy. She had round hair and glass beads on her head. She wore a thin coat with pink flowers and carved silk on her body. She looked very lovely.

"Thank you, little doll." The old woman in green, that is to say, yongyang, bent down to smile at the girl in pink and sat down.

"I don't call it little doll," the girl introduced herself familiar. "Granny Fu, I'm Xinxin, beloved heart."

"Heart, what a nice name." Yong Yang Mu Lu lovingly looks at this lovely girl doll, the wrinkles around the corner of her eyes are crowded together.

"Of course, that's my father's name for me!"

“……”

The old and the young talked with each other, and they were quite congenial. Meanwhile, Mr. Li winked at the corner of his eye. With his silly daughter's self-made personality, he was really afraid that he would be abducted and run away one day. After I go back today, I must let my family teach her well!

"Sonorous, sonorous!"

From the direction of the stage came a loud sound of gongs and drums, which immediately attracted the attention of all the people present.

It's not time.

With a burst of melodious and joyful music, two actors with heavy make-up appeared in turn, and the play began.

From time to time, Li Gongzi looked at the same direction of tea singing from the same side.

He had a delicate face, fair skin, medium height, and a thin figure, just like a common scholar in the south of the Yangtze River.

At the moment, he was absorbed in watching the play on the stage, his dark eyes shining.

And the heart of his side is the same as his expression and eyes, occasionally he picked up a cup of tea, sipped the tea, and then carefully put it back, without any abnormal sound.

The girl is lively but not impetuous. It seems that she has learned the rules well. Think, Yong Yang not from the corners of the mouth slightly warped.

In a moment, the stage ushered in a wave of climax, around the guests are applauding, the theater in a noisy.

The first break suddenly stops at the climax, and several actors on the stage step back in turn, and all of a sudden they are left out.

In the middle of a tea break, will start the second fold.

The guests around were still full of ideas and chatted with each other about the play. When it came to the place of interest, one by one, their blood was boiling. For a time, the theater was even more lively than when they were singing.

"Don't you like the play, Granny Fu?" All of a sudden, he asked Yong Yang Dao seriously.

Yong Yang was stunned. She saw the girl with big eyes like black grapes staring at herself without blinking. The cherry mouth was shriveled and seemed to have some grievances.

At this moment, Yong Yang couldn't help but overlap the lovely little round face with another face in his memory. His mood was turbulent and his mind was in a trance.

It's like that!

Yongyang heart issued a Tashi, soon back to God.

Looking at the girl, Yong Yang does not lift her mouth and her hands itch. She wants to rub her black soft hair.

She had just looked at this big and small, and had no idea what the play was about, so she said vaguely, "I prefer martial arts to Wenxi."

"Granny Fu, I also like martial arts, especially Monkey King making havoc in heaven!" He said excitedly, "but, Granny Fu, Wenxi is also very interesting! Like today's Lotus Pavilion, but the most powerful play written by Zhusheng in Suzhou city is just the first fold, and it's even more wonderful after... "

Looking at her daughter Wang Po selling melons and boasting constantly, Mr. Li sheepishly smiles at Yong Yang and says, "Mrs. Fu, I've always been noisy. It really bothers you." At the same time, he directly covered his daughter's small mouth. He only heard the girl's pitiful babble and could not speak any more.Yong Yang gave a slight smile, with a strong smile in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Li is very polite. His heart is very lovely. He is very similar to my granddaughter."

"Granny Fu, how old is your granddaughter?" Heart finally picked up the hand on her mouth and couldn't help interrupting.

"She is going to be a mother this year..."

"Isn't that big?"

“……”

Between the old and the small words, there was a sharp sound of gongs and drums, and the second play began to sing in the music

The stage was filled with tears and applause, and cheers broke out from time to time in the theater. The roof was almost lifted off, and waves of waves poured in By the time the play is finished, it will be about time.

I don't know when it's cloudy outside. There's a light rain in the sky. The rain is pattering and ticking, covering the houses, streets, bridges and alleys with a layer of white fog. There are no pedestrians on the road.

"It's raining..."

Under the eaves of the theater, the girl looked at the fine rain curtain with heart and said with some annoyance.

The young master Li bowed his head and blinked at his daughter. He deliberately imitated his daughter's tone and said, "then we can't go home."

"Mr. Li, my heart," yongyang suggested with a smile as he walked out of the gate of the theater after the two of them. "It's predestined to meet each other. How about letting my carriage take you back to the house?"

Between the words, a green covered carriage slowly drove to yongyang. It was driven by a capable middle-aged woman. She looked at them brilliantly, and her right hand with a whip subconsciously exerted a slight force.

The heart stretched out a chubby little hand and took Mr. Li's robe train, looked up at him with inquiring eyes, as if asking, is that ok?

"Xiaoyun! Heart

At this time, a clear male voice came from the rear not far away. The voice was warm and clear, especially clear in the patter of rain.

Smell speech, Yong Yang body a shudder, as if the moment was frozen stiff like, for a long time can not move.

"Daddy Heart to follow the sound to see, excited toward the wing Yang behind the vigorously waved.

Yong Yang took a deep breath, turned slowly and looked at the past.

Just two or three feet away by a carriage, a young man in a willow robe walked slowly towards this side with a gray tung oil umbrella.

The young man was tall and straight. He was more than half a head taller than the people around him. He was particularly conspicuous in this water town of the south of the Yangtze River.

Under the shadow of the tung oil umbrella, his handsome face was filled with a gentle smile. The whole person looked strange and seemed to be a little familiar

Yong Yang looked at him in a daze, and a light mist appeared in front of him.

This is Li Jia!

She had listened to Ying Shi's careful tolerance of Li Jia, and had seen several portraits specially prepared by Ying Shi. However, when she saw Li Jia, she still had a kind of dream like feeling in her heart.

Li Jia looks like a crane in her family. Her body is similar, and her eyes are like It is said that his nephew is like an uncle. It should be said that he is like ah Ho's father

In her mind, Li Jia, who was holding a big umbrella, came near. The rain fell on the umbrella surface, and "tick tock" echoed in yongyang's ear. The sound seemed to be magnified many times.

Yong Yang takes a deep breath and tries to calm down.

She didn't expect to meet Li Jia, her grandson, here today!

Thinking, Yong Yang's eyes are deep and complex.

In the past half a year, Ying Shier has made a thorough investigation of the three generations of the Li family.

Li family is very good, whether it is master Li, Mrs. Li, or Li Jia's wife Li Yun, Li Jia's ill fated since childhood may be his greatest happiness to meet this family!

In the middle of September, after the situation in the court was generally stable, yongyang came to the south of the Yangtze River from Wangdu with two soldiers. Three days ago, she arrived in Sucheng by boat, but she didn't go to see Li Jia.

Maybe it's because she is shy of her hometown, maybe she doesn't want to disturb his life, or even if she meets Li Jia, they are just strangers. What can they say

Yongyang knows that Li Jia's wife Li Yun likes watching plays best. She disguises herself as a man and takes her daughter to the Fuqu garden to see the opera. So yongyang also comes. The day before yesterday, she came once and looked at Li Yun and her heart from the second floor. Today is the second time. Because the theater is full of people, the second boy actually pulls her to compete with the mother and daughter.

Although Li Yun didn't say a few words, it can be seen from their mother daughter relationship that the family is very happy. Only a happy family can bring up such a child.

"Daddy Excitedly, Li Jia rushed to Li Jia, holding her father's left hand and saying, "are you here to meet me and my mother?"

Li Yun had no time to stop her, so she told her daughter about her daughter. She looked at Yong Yang with embarrassment, but found that Yong Yang's face was as normal as before, and she didn't care at all.Li Jiashun looked at Yong Yang suspiciously and asked, "Xiaoyun, this is..."

Just now, Fu Yun and Mrs. Li said that they were embarrassed to see each other.

Li Jia looked at Yong Yang quietly, and with a slight smile, she nodded her head to Yong Yang and said, "thank you for your kindness, madam Fu."

Yongyang was still looking at Li Jia, as if to engrave his face deeply in her heart. Her lips moved and slowly squeezed out a sentence: "it's just a piece of work."

"Xiaoyun, heart, let's go home."

Li Jia picked up her daughter and asked her to go under the umbrella. He carefully took her to the carriage, and then helped her to get on the carriage.

In a short time, his back and sleeves were wet with rain, but he seemed to care nothing

Good, her grandson is a good husband, a good father Yong Yang suddenly laughed, and his melancholy was swept away in this moment.

She didn't want anything else. She just wanted her grandson to have a good life! Now it seems that God has treated her well!

"Pa --"

with the sound of a clear whip, the carriage of Li's house moved on.

In the wind and rain, the excited voice of the girl can be heard:

"Daddy! "Lotus Pavilion" written by my mother is very beautiful! Everybody loves it! If only my father and brother would come with us today... "

As the carriage went away, the girl's voice became lighter and more vague, and was soon drowned by the patter of rain

When I send you off, it's raining heavily.

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