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Chapter 61
Chapter 61
At the end of the song, Liang Wenmo had drank more than half of the bottle, stared blankly at the stage without saying a word, Ling Chuang glanced at him, and quietly stepped back from behind the scenes. When he came up a moment later, he had changed into a handsome martial arts costume. , the texture of the blue water makes his complexion whiter and clearer, but when he wears cloud shoulders, he looks a little more generous, the silk twigs are swaying, and the white horse whip in one hand is skillful, and he also changes his clear and high singing voice, "The young man draws his bow. The strength of the army is strong, and the flying arrows are like arrows and halberds are cold. The west wind splits the silk and the east and the mountains are white.
After listening to the first sentence, Liang Wenmo felt very familiar. Under the influence of alcohol, his mind was chaotic for a while, but he didn't remember it immediately. If he listened to it again, almost all the blood in his body quickly burned and boiled. When his voice fell, he chanted in that tone: " The long smoke of Hongyang congested the city, and the four seas of the ten thousand borders are afraid of the wind.
Hearing that he could sing in harmony without hesitation, Ling Chuang couldn't help but froze on the stage, "You..."
"I am... Mo Song." Liang Wenmo's mind was a little chaotic, but he still vaguely remembered about writing. The novel "Wu Sheng" was his first novel when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was not yet famous at that time. , I randomly chose a pseudonym, and voted in a not-so-famous publishing house. I didn't want to be read and remembered, and I didn't expect that this young opera singer even made up the melody for the lyrics in this article, and also used this to comfort yourself.
"Sir...Are you really Mo Song?" Ling Chuang regained his senses at this moment, and hurriedly stepped off the stage with his clothes in hand, Liang Wenmo looked at him slouching, lost his mind for a moment, and then boasted with some pride: " This book has 150,000 words and 62 chapters. I can't be more clear about it... Tell you, I finished it in ten days..."
He said it was outrageous, but Ling Chuang was convinced. He looked at this drunk man and thought, no wonder that even though his face was full of melancholy, he had an elegant temperament that fascinated him. He thought about the book again. There are tears in his apricot eyes. The protagonist in the text has many similarities with himself. He was an orphan when he was young. He was sold to the theater five years ago to learn art. Unwilling to submit to the lewd power of some sex embryos, so he is often beaten and scolded by the boss... Needless to say, he suffered during this period, perhaps it was because of the warmth of that little book that he survived to this day.
"Sir." Ling Chuang wiped away her tears, gathered up her courage and walked slowly to Liang Wenmo, "Thank you for writing this article."
Liang Wenmo didn't know what he was thinking. At this time, he raised his head and drank all the wine. He stumbled over the table and pushed away two tea bowls. "What are you thanking me for..."
"Hey...Sir, you're drunk!" Ling Chuang helped him up and said softly, "Sir, what's bothering you, you shouldn't waste your body like this..."
"Being trapped by love, you are young and don't understand..." Liang Wenmo said drunkenly, his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose, Ling Window quickly took them off and put them away, Liang Wenmo leaned forward and fell into his arms.
Ling Chuang looked down at the writer's long frown and his face wet with wine, only to realize that he was also very upright and handsome. He recalled what he said just now, "being trapped by love", and he didn't know what emotions flooded his heart. , but the eyes were even more sour and hot.
"Huaiyan..." Liang Wenmo hugged the person in front of him tightly and didn't let go. Ling Chuang guessed that this was the name of his sweetheart, sighed softly, and took a lot of effort to help him up, staggering towards the back room.
There were a few small beds in the troupe's dormitory. Ling Chuang put Liang Wenmo on his own bed. Liang Wenmo pressed down on him.
Ling Chuang was only seventeen years old, and his stature had not yet grown. In addition, he was already thin, so how could he push an adult man with alcoholism? In the dark night, he could only feel the fragrance of the writer's clothes. With the smell of alcohol, he felt that his face and body were on fire, and then a pair of lips that were hungry for love kissed him.
"Hmm..." Ling Window's lips softened, he knew that something was wrong, and it was too late to get out, because that person would let him go after tasting the sweetness, and his tongue was rolled into his lips and teeth, Ling Window was madly trying his best. They kissed, my brain seemed to have exploded, my limbs were numb, and I couldn't exert any strength... Coupled with that set of rubbing and stroking, I felt as if I was being pulled by something uncontrollable. Although he didn't take the initiative to respond, he panicked and thought about it in a panicSo...is kissing like this, why is it so comfortable with him...
Liang Wenmo slammed into it at random, but he didn't follow the path. Maybe he was a little tired. He muttered Huai Yan's name in a low voice and lay down on Ling Window, breathing gradually evenly. Ling Chuang gasped for a while, and reached out to touch the wet spots on his cheeks. He stood up and helped him lie down. He sat up and thought, "Why does this name sound so familiar?"
In a blink of an eye, he saw the tent propped up between the man's trousers, and he couldn't help blushing with shame. He randomly covered him with a quilt, and ran to the farthest bed to lie down.
Ling Chuang had never had an affair, and even though he did not lose his body just now, his heart was beating like a drum. After a long time, his tender heart was still beating wildly. The more I read the novel, the more interesting it became. When I saw the lyrics, I couldn't help but look back at the person who was already asleep on the bed, and then remembered what Liang Wenmo said about "being trapped by love", and I felt a sense of sadness and didn't know what was going on. , the book in front of him could no longer be read, and he just waited for the dawn in front of the case.
When Liang Wenmo woke up, the window paper was completely white, and he could hear the sound of the guns getting closer and closer, but the room was quiet as before, the aroma of rice porridge poured into his nostrils, Liang Wenmo rubbed his temples and sat up, and saw The young man was putting the boiled porridge in the wooden bowl, his face was pale and haggard, as if he had not rested well.
"Mr. Mo...Are you awake? Please have some porridge." Seeing him approaching, Ling Chuang was a little nervous, and hurriedly put the porridge on the table, Liang Wenmo remembered a little bit of the previous night, and immediately oozing out on his forehead Khan came, that spring dream was too real. He really didn't know whether he was traveling with Duke Zhou or holding the wrong mandarin bird. He had experienced thousands of people in the love scene, but at this time, he was rather uneasy. He coughed and sat down to scoop up the porridge. The little book I wrote.
"This book has been published for more than ten years... At that time, I wrote nonsense, and I didn't know any skills. It's hard for you to read it." Liang Wenmo was quite emotional. He put down the spoon in his hand, picked up the book and flipped through it at will. Twice, he saw some mottled pages on some pages, as if they were stains of tears. This time his heart seemed to be stabbed hard, and he raised his eyes subconsciously, just touching the person's pure eyes like autumn water, pity and love. It suddenly rushed to his heart, and it really made him overwhelmed and lost his mind, but Ling Chuang lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "In order to move people, maybe sometimes it doesn't require too much skill."
"It's reasonable, I don't want to put willows and willows to make a shade." Liang Wenmo lowered his head to drink porridge, he remembered Huai Yan again, and his heart was not as melancholy as last night, but it added a little mess, and he felt more comfortable with food in his stomach. He also felt that it was time to leave, Ling Window had already packed his clothes and wallet in the night and brought him over. When Liang Wenmo touched the wallet, it was still bulging, and he felt a little unhappy, so he pulled out the banknotes and put them on the table. , "It's not peaceful at the moment, it's useful for you to keep these... I was very satisfied to be able to come here by mistake last night to listen to a play."
Ling Chuang had no more reason to refuse. He just followed Liang Wenmo slowly and watched him leave. He wanted to ask him why he stopped writing articles, but he murmured a few times without opening his mouth. Farewell, never looked back, went to the iron gate, but couldn't help but look at the window, the clear light behind the snow, illuminated the boy's eyebrows, he stood there quietly like an oil painting.
Liang Wenmo drove away from this old alley, and felt that the heartache, disbelief, and anger he felt when he heard Huai Yan's confession all seemed as long ago as half a century ago, and driving in this empty street now doesn't seem real... ...It wasn't until a building beside him was blown up that he came back to his senses. The child obviously had nowhere to go, so he stayed in the theater. If...
Liang Wenmo didn't dare to think about it any more, he turned around sharply, turned around and galloped in the direction of Laoxiang.
uu guys, I will bow to this pair first~