moonlight in front of the window

Chapter 1

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"Moonlight in Front of the Window" Author: Kou Jukizo

Copywriter:

After watching the two cross talk dramas in the fourth season of Happy Comedian, I have some brain holes, which can barely be regarded as Zhang Yunlei’s Narcissus Xiang’s Republic of China Tongrenwen (the two protagonists of the story are played by him in the cross talk drama), of course I haven’t watched it The original cross talk drama does not affect reading.

Peking Famous Actor Zhang Xiaochun × Singer Apprentice Tong Xiaoliu

The proud and proud famous actor brother, the gentle and assertive apprentice apprentice, a story about misses and regrets, with a touch of tragedy.

The peach blossoms are gone, the blue clothes are stained with sorrow, the moonlight is bright in front of the empty window...

Content tags: Three religions, nine exiles, old movies of the Republic of China, childhood sweethearts

Search keywords: Protagonist: Tong Xiaoliu, Zhang Xiaochun┃Supporting roles: Luo Yueyue, Tao Xiaoting, Chen Xiaoyun┃Others: Special love

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Chapter 1

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[-], the year of Gengxu.

When times are troubled, the people are displaced.

Life is also difficult, and death is also difficult.

The theatre, which had long since dispersed, seemed particularly deserted.

Backstage, the troupe master, who had already changed his costume, was flipping through the script of the opera while waiting for his little apprentice who sneaked out to wander around.

"Master, I'm back." The youthful voice sounded, "Come out and help me see how he is doing."

"The previous one brought back a sparrow with a broken wing, yesterday was an ownerless little yellow dog." The class leader put down the notebook in his hand and got up, with a helpless look on his face, "I went out for such a trip today, and picked it up for me again." Something came back..."

The leader's words stopped abruptly when he looked at Zhang Xiaochun.

If he read correctly, did his apprentice directly pick someone up for him?

"Master, I saw this child at the entrance of our theater, and he is still breathing." Zhang Xiaochun reached out and grabbed the corner of the class master's clothes, raised his head with a cute expression on his face, "but I can't wake him up anyway, please come and help me." Check it out."

The head teacher took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down his somewhat complicated mood at the moment, stood up and walked forward to check the pulse of the picked child.

"Go fetch a basin of water."

"Yes, master." Zhang Xiaochun quickly ran towards the kitchen.

The head teacher sighed and carried the unconscious child into the room, laid it flat on the bed, and then began to examine it carefully. It was a little boy, who looked quite upright, probably about the same age as Xiaochun.

"It's not enough to pick up some small living things on weekdays." The class leader complained to himself, "This time, he picked up a living person directly. Doesn't this child regard my theater troupe as a Buddhist temple for doing good deeds?"

1.0

"Master, why is he still awake?"

"The child's fever has subsided, maybe he's a little bit exhausted, he'll be fine after a night of sleep," the head teacher explained, then frowned and urged Zhang Xiaochun, "It's none of your business here, don't hurry up and practice."

"Yes" Zhang Xiaochun stuck out her tongue, and left in despair.

When the boy regained consciousness, there was a faint smell of medicine reverberating from the tip of his nose, as if he had returned to...

I opened my eyes with all my strength, and what I saw was a scene I had never seen before, and the sound of singing and singing echoed in my ears.

It was not the place in his memory, the boy was slightly lost.After a while, footsteps came from outside, and I looked along the sound.

The visitor was wearing a water-green gauze dress, and when looking at him, his eyes shone with tiny rays of light, bright and beautiful.

"You've been sleeping for a long time, and now you've finally woken up." The green and childish voice sounded, it was actually a boy.

A middle-aged man came in behind the boy. After seeing the boy's attire, the middle-aged man said, "You're frizzy, hurry up and take off your makeup."

"Yes, Master." The boy saluted the middle-aged man respectfully, and then ran out quickly.

"Do you still have relatives alive?"

The boy was silent and shook his head.

"Oh? So there's nowhere to go," the middle-aged man said thoughtfully.

The boy thought for a moment, then nodded.

The middle-aged man lifted up his coat and sat on a chair beside him, looking sideways at the boy.

"This is the backstage of the theater troupe, and I'm the troupe leader here." The man introduced himself, "Your health is fine, and you can leave anytime you want."

"..."

Seeing that the boy didn't speak, the head teacher continued, "If you want to stay, can you sing?"

"..."

The head teacher concluded, "It seems that it won't happen."

"I can learn it," the boy said.

"It's not something you can learn if you want to. It depends on your talent and your willingness to endure hardship." The head teacher looked at the boy and added, "We who sing operas and songs are called low-class ones. It really doesn't count." What business are you doing to make a living? Seeing that you are not very old, if you have a choice, you should not..."

This time the boy didn't wait for the head teacher to finish speaking, he struggled to get up and bowed to him.

"Is that what you mean?" the head teacher smiled, "you want to stay?"

The boy said nothing, and kowtowed respectfully to the head teacher a few times.

"Forget it." The class leader let the boy finish the salute, and said, "Since Xiaochun picked you up, it should be that you and my troupe are destined, so why should I refute this fate. What's your name, kid?" ?”

"My surname is Tong." The boy wrote the word 'Tong' in the air with his fingers while speaking.

"Tong? It's a good surname." The class leader nodded and asked, "What's your name?"

"..."

"Don't remember, or don't want to say?"

"..."

"Forget it, if you don't say it, don't say it." The class leader waved his hand, looked out the window, and said in thought, "Today is the sixth day of the winter month, so I'm called Xiaoliu, how about it?"

"It's all up to you." Tong Xiaoliu nodded, and saluted the head teacher again.

"Okay, after receiving your gift, I will accept you as a child temporarily. As for whether you can call me a master in the future, it depends on your performance."

Tong Xiaoliu kowtowed to the class master, and said, "Yes, class master."

"Okay, he's quite clever." The troupe leader looked at Tong Xiaoliu and nodded with satisfaction, "From today onwards, you can do odd jobs first. Although this theater troupe is not a real business, it won't make you short. .”

"Master, master, are you accepting him as an apprentice?" Tong Xiaoliu turned his head and saw Zhang Xiaochun who had washed his face. The other party had already taken off his costume and seemed to have not had time to put on his coat. , a pair of bright eyes looked over.

"Not yet, but it's not certain, he may be your real junior in the future." The class leader got up to leave, and told Zhang Xiaochun before leaving, "Take care of him more."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaochun agreed simply, and turned to look at Tong Xiaoliu with a bright smile, "I am Zhang Xiaochun, and I will be your senior brother from now on."

"Hi brother, I'm Tong Xiaoliu."

"By the way." Zhang Xiaochun took out another oil-paper packet from his bosom, "This is for you."

Tong Xiaoliu didn't move after taking it, Zhang Xiaochun explained, "This is the peach blossom cake that Master bought for me, it's delicious, try it."

Under Zhang Xiaochun's earnest gaze, Tong Xiaoliu opened the paper bag, broke off a small piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, then returned the rest to Zhang Xiaochun.

"It's really delicious, you should try it too."

The friendship of young people always starts from the humble beginnings.

For example, a piece of peach blossom cake shared with each other.

2.0

Life in the theater troupe is not idle, and the troupe owner has a casual attitude towards everyone. Apart from daily practice and singing, although there are occasional disciplines on weekdays, most of the time he just let nature take its course.

Tong Xiaoliu's temperament is quiet, but he is surprisingly willing to endure hardships, at least among his peers he can be regarded as the obedient and hard-working kind.

Playing the strings, beating the drums, hanging the voice, anyone who has been taught by the class teacher can learn a three-point image.

For this, the head teacher expressed his satisfaction, and soon accepted him as an apprentice, and naturally he put a little effort into teaching.

The head teacher could see that the child had something on his mind, but it was inconvenient to ask any further questions, so he just told Zhang Xiaochun to take care of Tong Xiaoliu more on weekdays.

Zhang Xiaochun was originally an abandoned baby, and since he can remember, he has been wandering around with the theater troupe, learning from the troupe master, Xu is born to eat this bowl of food, plus he is still hardworking, and now he can sing a few lines on stage.

He is the apprentice who was first given a name by the head of the class. Although he is not very old, he occupies the position of a senior brother. He has to set a good example for all the juniors on weekdays. He has nothing else to do except practice and sing, let alone nothing to say. Talking playmate.

I had no choice but to run out of the garden every now and then, picking up living things and coming back as companions. After all, I was just a child who was afraid of being lonely.

It's all right now, finally there is a playmate of the same age by my side, and the master opened his mouth again, Zhang Xiaochun was overjoyed, and simply leaned directly by Tong Xiaoliu's side. together.

The only fly in the ointment is that this playmate he picked up is a little bit reticent, and often won't take the initiative to say a word for a day, which makes Zhang Xiaochun feel a little distressed.

Different from Zhang Xiaochun's juvenile joy and distress, Tong Xiaoliu hardly showed any appearance that a teenager should have. He was always silent and forbearing, and never complained.

From the eyes of others, Tong Xiaoliu's daily words and deeds are so boring, it seems that he is trying to keep himself as busy as possible.

This is true.

That night.

The cold wind howled past, and the scarlet flames engulfed everything in front of him. Tong Xiaoliu struggled desperately, trying to rush into the burning house, but was blocked by the flames and thick smoke.

Even though the fire in front of him was soaring into the sky, but he could only feel the infinite coldness, Tong Xiaoliu