Chapter 13 Section five

The next day, Big Mother called for the lyre player on board.The piano player is a natural hermaphrodite, his name is Dan Mengsan, his skin is rosy, and he likes to wear white shirts, black vests, black trousers and a pair of shiny black lace-up shoes. He looks like a handsome and handsome boy. But there is always a melancholy and painful expression on his face, which makes people feel distressed and soft-hearted. But Mengsan is gentle and kind, and speaks very little, willing to sacrifice the time of eating and sleeping to help the singers on the boat practice their songs.Beibei loves him very much. At first, she would secretly add some medicinal herbs that she thought would be nourishing to his meals, hoping that he would become a man after eating, but in the end, Mengsan sprayed a lot on the bed in the middle of the night. Nosebleeds, the blood ran from the bed to the edge of the bed, to the floor, out of the musician's room, over the side of the boat to the deck, and from there trickled down to the river, attracting a school of bloodthirsty fish on the boat with their mouths open. Head bouncing.When a sailor followed the bloodstains to find Dan Meng San, he was drowsy, with a pale smile on his face, thinking that he had reached the Styx River, and it was all because of Liu Seqing's medicine that he was revived.

"This is his destiny!" The eldest mother gave Beibei a hard lesson. But Meng San is a very talented child, he can play the lyre superbly, with the seven strings in his hands, he does not see the mountains and rivers, but the bright moon shining among the pine trees; No juvenile madness, only heartbroken people at the end of the world.That poetry, that talent, made the eldest mother feel that keeping him in her song and dance troupe was treating him too badly. Until this day, she finds that only Lan Yueer's singing is worthy of Dan Mengsan's lyre, and only Dan Mengsan's lyre is worthy of Lan Yueer's singing. They are a pair of beauty and sorrow.

But Meng San has already seen that singing voice floating from the distant embankment. In those days, he sobbed on the bed every night. He hated himself and pitied himself. He couldn't believe that there was a singing voice louder than his lyre. lonely. He didn't expect Lan Yue'er to be a few years younger than him.Her face is as beautiful as a poem, with its own moving rhythm and artistic conception.When the eldest mother asked him to accompany Lan Yue'er, his spine trembled with joy, as if there was a string there too.But he tried not to show it, when Lan Yue'er was standing beside him singing, he kept bowing his head shyly, buried in the lyre.It wasn't until much later that he looked up at her for the first time.

Until the day of his death, he never forgot that in the small music room on the ship, between the singing and the piano, amidst her smile and precocious melancholy, he spent the happiest time of his life .