Chapter 4 The third midnight song

The bamboo leaf green is contained in a green porcelain cup, it looks like a large piece of transparent emerald. The bright moon hangs high in the sky like an ice plate, the moon is full, what about people? Feng Siniang blushed, as if she was drunk, the moonlight came in from the window, she raised her head and saw the bright moon, she was startled suddenly. "Could it be fifteen today?" July 15th is her birthday. After today, she will be one year older. "Thirty-four!" What a terrible number. When she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she once thought: If a woman lives to be in her thirties, it is meaningless to live any longer. A woman in her thirties is like a chrysanthemum in November, waiting to wither.But she herself is now thirty-four unknowingly, she can't believe it, but she can't believe it, why is the time so ruthless?

There was a bronze mirror in the corner, and she stared at the figure in the mirror obsessively. The person in the mirror still looked so young, even when he smiled, there were no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. No one could believe that this was a thirty-four-year-old woman. However, even though she could fool others, she couldn't fool herself. She turned around and poured a full glass of wine, the moonlight dragged her shadow on the ground for a long time. Suddenly, two poems came to mind in her mind: "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people."

She had never felt the desolation of this poetic mood before. There was a faint cry of a child outside the door. In the past, she hated the crying of children the most, but now, how much she wants a child!How she longed to hear her child cry. The moonlight shines on her face, where are the tears on her face? In the past few years, she had wanted to find a random man to marry several times, but she couldn't. She would feel disgusted when she saw most men. Youth just disappeared like this, and in a few years, the man she thought disgusting before would probably not want her anymore.Alas, a woman of thirty-four!

There was another burst of male laughter outside the door. The laughter was rough and drunk. "What kind of man is this?" This man must be rude, ugly, and reeks of alcohol. But now, if this man broke in and begged her to marry him, she might agree - when a woman reaches thirty-four, won't she be as harsh in her choice of men as she was when she was twenty?Feng Siniang asked herself in her heart, a desolate smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The night was getting dark, and all the sounds outside the door had disappeared. There are sporadic drumming sounds in the distance, which sounds so monotonous, but human life has disappeared bit by bit in this monotonous drumming sound.

"It's time to sleep." Feng Siniang stood up and was about to cover the window when a singing sound suddenly wafted in the evening wind, this desolate and tragic singing sounded so familiar. Xiao Shishilang! She remembered that every time she saw Xiao Shishilang, he would hum the same tune in a low voice, and at that time, his expression would become indescribably sad. Feng Siniang only felt a surge of enthusiasm in her heart, she couldn't care about anything else, as soon as she pressed her hand, the person shot out of the window like an arrow, and flew towards the direction where the singing came from.

The long street was silent. In front of every house, there are puddles of tin foil money that have been burned to ashes. When a gust of wind blows, the ashes are scattered with the wind, and there are countless invisible ghosts waiting to grab them in the darkness. On July 15th, it was time for the group of ghosts to leave the customs.Now that the gate of ghosts has been opened, is it true that the world is filled with all kinds of ghosts? Feng Siniang gritted her teeth and murmured: "Xiao Shishilang, you are also a ghost, come out!" But there was not even a ghost around, and even the singing disappeared.

Feng Siniang said bitterly: "This man is really a ghost, since he doesn't want to see me, why does he let me hear his singing?" Her mood suddenly became indescribably lonely, and she couldn't get any more energy in her body. She just wanted to go back and have a few more drinks, and sleep until tomorrow.Tomorrow everything may change. The reason why a person can survive may be because there is always a "tomorrow". Seeing the lights in the windows of her house, she felt a sense of warmth inexplicably, as if she had returned to her own home. When a person returns home and closes the door, it seems that all pain can be isolated from the door-this is the greatest meaning of "home".

"But is this really my home? It's just an inn room." Feng Siniang sighed, she never knew when she would have a home, never knew where her home was.As soon as she walked to the door, she heard someone in the room chanting: "Once you leave Yangguan for three thousand miles, Xiao Lang is a passerby from then on...Feng Siniang, Feng Siniang, I think you have already forgotten me?" Feng Siniang's whole body suddenly became hot, turned over and jumped into the room, shouting: "You ghost... you finally showed your face!" The wine bottles on the table are empty.

A person lay lazily on the bed, covering his face with a pillow. He was wearing a set of blue cloth clothes, but it was washed white, a blue cloth belt was casually tied around his waist, and a knife was casually stuck in the belt. This knife was much shorter than ordinary knives, and the scabbard was made of black leather. It was very old, but it was still newer than his pair of boots. His feet were raised high, with two large holes in the soles. Feng Siniang kicked his shoes, said with a straight face: "Slacker, lazy and dirty, who told you to sleep on my bed?" The person on the bed sighed, and murmured: "I only took a shower last month, and this woman actually said I was dirty..."

Feng Siniang couldn't help laughing "puchi", but immediately put on a straight face, threw the pillow on his head far away, and said: "Get up, let me see how many times you have How ugly has the year become?" Although the pillow has been thrown away, the person on the bed has covered his face with his hands. Feng Siniang said: "Are you really afraid to see people anymore?" The person on the bed spread two fingers, and a pair of bright eyes appeared between the fingers. The eyes were full of smiles, and said with a smile: "What a fierce woman, no wonder she can't get married. It seems that other than me, No one will dare to marry you again..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Siniang slapped her down. The person on the bed shrank back, and the whole person suddenly stuck to the wall, like a paper man stuck to the wall, but it just couldn't fall off. His bright eyes are still full of smiles, his eyebrows are thick, his nose is straight, and he has a beard so thick that it seems to be able to pierce a person's face. This person is indeed not handsome, but his eyes and smile make him look full of an indescribable, wild attraction! Feng Siniang sighed softly, shook her head and said, "Xiao Shishilang, you still haven't changed, you haven't changed at all...you're still a real bastard." Xiao Shishilang said with a smile: "I always thought you really wanted to marry me, the bastard. It seems that I was afraid that I was wrong." Feng Siniang blushed and said loudly: "Marry you? I will marry you... All the men in the world are dead, and I will not marry you..." Xiao Shishilang let out a long breath and said, "Then I can rest assured!" He slid down from the wall, sat down on the bed, and said with a smile, "To be honest, I was a little scared when I heard you were looking for me. I'm only twenty-seven. Even if I want to get married, I have to find someone fifteen or sixteen." A little girl who is 12 years old, an old woman like you..." Feng Siniang jumped up and said angrily: "I'm an old woman? How old am I? You say..." With a "choke", she had pulled out a dagger from her sleeve. In a blink of an eye, she had stabbed Xiao Shishilang seven or eight swords. Xiao Shishilang had already slid onto the wall again, and after another swipe, he was already on the roof, clinging to the roof like a big gecko, shaking his hands and saying, "Don't do anything, I'm just joking, In fact, you are not old at all, and you look like you are only in your forties at most." Feng Siniang desperately wanted to keep a straight face, but she still couldn't help but smiled again, shaking her head and said, "Fortunately, I don't see you often, otherwise I wouldn't be mad at you." Xiao Shishilang said with a smile: "There are too many people who flatter you. Isn't it very fresh and interesting to have someone popular with you?" He had already floated down, his eyes fixed on the sword in Feng Siniang's hand. It is a small dagger with a handle of more than one foot long. The blade is extremely thin and emits a blue-green light. This kind of sword is most suitable for women. The most famous female swordsman in the Tang Dynasty, Gongsun Da Niang, used this kind of sword Even the great poet Du Fu once had a long song praising her swordsmanship: "In the past, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun, who danced her sword in all directions. Be like a group of emperors flying dragons, come like thunder and receive wrath, and be like rivers and seas condensing into clear light..." Although Aunt Gongsun is in the Jiaofang, her swordsmanship is superb, as can be seen from reading these few poems, but her body is very thin, if she didn't use this kind of short sword, she would not be so light and nimble. Xiao Shishilang was staring at the sword, but Feng Siniang was staring into Xiao Shishilang's eyes, and suddenly slashed at the wine glass on the table with a backhand sword. There was a "choke", and the green porcelain cup was cut in half. Xiao Shishilang blurted out praise: "Good sword!" Feng Siniang smiled, and said flatly: "Although this sword can't really cut iron like mud, it's about the same. Marquis Xiaoyao has always cherished it like a jade, and he doesn't even want to show it to others." Xiao Shishilang blinked and asked with a smile, "But he gave you this sword, didn't he?" Feng Siniang raised her head and said, "It's not bad at all." Xiao Shishilang said: "So, he has taken a fancy to you?" Feng Siniang said with a cold smile: "Could it be that he can't take a fancy to me? Am I really that old?" Xiao Shishilang glanced at Feng Siniang, sighed, and said, "It's really not easy to be attracted by a man like Xiaoyaohou, but I don't know how many times he will take you as his first concubine?" Feng Siniang said angrily: "Fart your fart..." She raised her sword again, and Xiao Shishilang shrank his head again. Feng Siniang's sword fell slowly again, looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, and said: "Since you are so capable, you should know the origin of this sword, right?" Xiao Shishilang said: "It seems that this is the 'sapphire' used by Shen Ruolan, the first disciple of Aunt Gongsun." Feng Siniang nodded, and said, "At least you still have some eyesight." Xiao Shishilang said: "But 'Sapphire' is a female sword. Since you have 'Sapphire', you should have 'Chixia', unless..." Feng Siniang said: "Unless what?" Xiao Shishilang smiled, and said leisurely: "Unless Marquis Xiaoyao is reluctant to give you both swords." Feng Siniang stared and said: "Don't talk about these two swords, even if I want his head, he will hold it with both hands." Xiao Shishilang said with a smile: "So, where is that 'Chixia' now?" Feng Siniang said: "It doesn't matter if I let you open your eyes." Xiao Shishilang said: "Actually, I don't really want to watch it, but if I don't, I'm afraid you will be angry again." He smiled and continued: "Do you remember that in October of that year, the weather was still very hot, but you came to see me wearing a mink fur. Although it was so hot that you were sweating, you still insisted that you had caught a cold and you needed to wear warm clothes." some……" Feng Siniang scolded with a smile: "Fart you, do you think I want to present treasures in front of you?" Xiao Shishilang said with a smile: "It is always good to have treasures to offer. If I have no treasures to offer, I have to offer present treasures." Feng Siniang laughed and spat: "You are such a treasure." She has taken out another sword, the scabbard is inlaid with light red gems. Xiao Shishilang took it over, shook his head and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the things women use can't get rid of their makeup." While he was speaking, his hand was already drawing his sword. This "Chixia" is actually a broken sword! Feng Siniang's expression remained unchanged, she looked at him quietly and said, "Are you weird?" Xiao Shishilang said: "How could such a sharp weapon be broken?" Feng Siniang said: "It was cut off by a knife!" Xiao Shishilang moved, "What kind of knife is it? How can it be so sharp?" Feng Siniang said lightly: "I know that when you hear that there is a good knife, your heart will itch, but this time I will not tell you, so as not to let you say that I offer treasure." Xiao Shishilang rolled his eyes, stood up suddenly, and said, "I'm hungry when I see you, let's go, I'll treat you to supper." At the end of the long street, there is a small noodle stall. It is said that this stall has been set up here more than ten years ago, and no matter it is windy or rainy, no matter whether it is New Year or festival, this stall has never rested for a day. So the night wandering gods in the city are very relieved, because even if their wives don't open the door when they go home, at least they can still eat a bowl of steaming beef noodles at Lao Zhang's noodle stall. Lao Zhang is indeed very old, his beard and hair are already grey. He is sitting there, drinking noodle soup with his head bowed. The paper lantern hanging on the stall has been blackened and yellowed by oily smoke, just like his face. Regular customers who come here know that his face is always expressionless, and few people hear him say anything other than asking for the bill. Xiao Shishilang smiled and said, "How about eating here?" Feng Siniang frowned and said, "Okay!" Xiao Shishilang said: "You don't have to frown, you have never tasted the beef noodles here." He just sat down on the rickety broken table next to the noodle stall, and said loudly, "Old Zhang, I have a distinguished guest today, and I want some delicious food." Lao Zhang didn't raise his head, but just rolled his eyes at him, as if to say: "What are you in a hurry for, wait until I finish this bowl of soup." Xiao Shishilang shook his head, and whispered: "This old man is a monster, let's not mess with him." Xiao Shishilang, who is famous all over the world, dare not provoke an old man who sells noodles. Who would believe this?Feng Siniang only felt angry and funny. After a long time, Lao Zhang brought two dishes and a jug of wine, put it on the table with a "bang", and left without looking back. Feng Siniang couldn't help laughing and said: "Do you owe him the drink?" Xiao Shishilang puffed up his chest and said with a smile, "I owed him a lot of money, but I paid it off the day before yesterday." Feng Siniang looked at him for a long time, then sighed softly, and said: "Everyone in the Jianghu said that Xiao Shishilang is the thief with the cleanest strikes and the most accurate vision in the past five hundred years, who would know?" Xiao Shishilang can only afford to invite others to eat beef noodles, and he might even have to pay on credit." Xiao Shishilang laughed loudly: "I know, and you know, isn't that enough?...Come, have a drink." Xiao Shishilang is such a person, some scold him, some hate him, some love him, but few people understand him. He also didn't want others to understand, and he never planned for himself. If you were Feng Siniang, would you love him or not? Feng Siniang has one of the most wonderful strengths, when other people drink too much, their eyes will become drunk and squint, and their eyes will become blurred and hazy. But the more she drank, the brighter her eyes became. No one could tell if she was drunk. She didn't drink well, but few people dared to compete with her.