White tea legend

Chapter 172 White clouds fly randomly

Lu Weng's study room.

There are mountains of bookshelves all around, densely packed with ancient books, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers outside the window, and the slight burning of agarwood in the room.

Hongjian sat in front of the sandalwood desk, holding a lake pen and dipping it into the black ink. He held the pen and meditated, but his heart was filled with ups and downs.

At first, Hongjian was worried that his lack of talent would disgrace the class leader's mission. But then I thought about it, this is a stage for self-expression, how can I live up to it?

So, he let his mind be as calm as water, letting his thoughts swim in his mind, looking for that flash of inspiration.

The pen begins to move, whether light or heavy, slow or rapid.

Between the words, he seems to be having a conversation with the ancients and absorbing their wisdom; he also seems to be communicating with the people in the play and feeling their emotions.

Every stroke and every painting is his inner struggle and relief, his desire and uneasiness for the future.

As the plot unfolds, Hongjian's heart gradually soars. His confidence flows from the tip of his pen, turning into vivid characters and wonderful dialogues.

He forgot the passage of time and immersed himself in the world he weaved, shaping the whole world.

Since he was taken in by leader Li Shen and joined the theater troupe, Hongjian has changed costumes and stepped on stage to save the situation more than once when other actors were sick or for other reasons. He quickly rose to prominence in the theater troupe and won the love of the audience.

Later, Hung Chien simply rehearsed with other actors to familiarize himself with the lines and figure out the role. He integrates his understanding of life into the characters, making each character lifelike. His performance had both classical charm and popular flavor, which made the audience praise him.

Later, the troupe performed more and more performances, and the original few small plays could no longer meet the audience's expectations for the troupe. Leader Li Shen suffered from the troupe's inability to perform new and good scripts.

Hung Chien unexpectedly tried his hand again, showing off his talent as a screenwriter.

Went to Lu Weng's house to sing a birthday opera. Lu Weng seemed to value this troupe very much and actually asked them to stay at Lu's house and sing for him for several months.

Therefore, class leader Li Shen hoped that Hongjian could seize the time to write a new script.

"The Music of Tea Mountain" unfolds under Hongjian's writing as soon as it comes out.

"Chashan Music" takes the tea mountain as the background and tells the story of the lives of tea farmers and the emotional entanglements of tea-growing families.

Hongjian was very satisfied with the script.

Although he was in a theater troupe, working as an actor and screenwriter, he could never let go of his concern for tea.

It is still his wish to open a teahouse in Chang'an City.

It's just that this wish will not be realized until the year of the monkey, and the silver ingots given to him by Master Huiguang have been looted again...

Thinking of this, Hongjian couldn't help but stop writing and let out a long sigh.

Outside the window, a woman's cry broke the silence of the night. Hongjian was shocked that the voice was so familiar.

He put down the pen in his hand, raised his ears and listened carefully. The subtle voice came again, and he was sure that it was Ji Lan's voice!

Hung Chien hurriedly walked out of the study to find out.

He followed the corridor, looking for the sound of crying, and arrived outside Lu Weng's bedroom.

The door was closed, but the crying sound came from inside. Hongjian's heart tightened, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong. He took a deep breath, slammed the door and entered.

The scene in front of him shocked Hongjian. Lu Weng, an old man over fifty with white hair, was pressing on Ji Lan and tearing her clothes apart.

Ji Lan struggled, tears streaming down her face, and her cries were heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

Hongjian was furious. He rushed forward and pulled Lu Weng away.

"Lu Weng, why are you doing this?" Hongjian asked angrily.

Lu Weng was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. He said with a gloomy face: "How dare you to meddle in my family's affairs while eating at my house! You go out immediately. I will forgive you. If you are ignorant, I will ask you to nice!"

Ji Lan was his friend in life and death, how could Hongjian ignore it?
"Please Master Lu, let Ji Lan go!"

Lu Weng sneered and said, "Then don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, he waved to call a few servants. It was difficult for him to defeat four people with just two fists. How could Hongjian be the opponent of a group of people?
The servants swarmed forward, punching and kicking Hongjian, but Hongjian was unable to restrain the chicken. He was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, leaving him unable to fight back. When Ji Lan saw this, she burst into tears and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Master Lu, please let Hongjian go. I am willing to serve you."

When Lu Weng heard this, he sneered: "Oh? Are you willing?"

Ji Lan nodded tearfully.

Hongjian was filled with anger and struggled to stand up, but was beaten even more severely.

"Master, let Hongjian go, let Hongjian go, Ji Lan will listen to you in everything..."

Lu Weng waved his hand, and Hongjian was picked up by the servant and thrown out of the door.

Inside the door, Lu Weng's laughter intertwined with Ji Lan's cries, like a sharp knife, piercing Hongjian's heart.

He lay on the ground in the garden, severely injured and unable to move. He could only listen to the harsh sound, and his heart was filled with resentment.

"Weng Lu, you are going too far!" Hongjian gritted his teeth, but was unable to resist.

His heart was filled with helplessness and sadness. He thought he could save Ji Lan, but he didn't want to fall into Lu Weng's hands.

As the night got darker, Hung Chien was lying alone in the garden, looking at the stars, his heart full of bitterness.

He remembered his acquaintance with Ji Lan. When he met Ji Lan in the bandit den, Ji Lan was ravaged by the bandits.

Ji Lan, poor Ji Lan...

But he could do nothing but watch Ji Lan suffer.

In the room, Ji Lan's crying and Lu Weng's laughter continued in the night, while Hongjian fainted from the severe physical and mental pain.

……

Under Xiaoqing's careful care, Shijun finally crossed the line between life and death and recovered from the hospital bed.

"Thank you Madam Qing for saving me." Shijun knelt down and kowtowed to Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing felt ashamed and told the truth: "Actually, I don't have the ability to save you. The person who really saves you is my sister Bai Niangzi."

Shijun nodded: "From now on, Bai Niangzi and Qing Niangzi are Shijun's saviors and reborn parents. Shijun acts like a cow and a horse, and he must repay the two of them."

"I don't want you to be a cow or a horse, just be my brother."

"Okay, sister."

"Scream again."

"Sister, sister..."

Xiaoqing lost herself in Shijun's "sister, sister".

She was overjoyed and said: "Shijun, you have died once, you can no longer be called Shijun."

"Then sister gives Shijun a new name."

"Well...how about calling you Bai Yunfei?"

"Why?" Shijun was puzzled.

Xiao Qing said: "Our sister is Bai Niangzi, and her surname is Bai. Naturally, we all have to follow our sister's surname of Bai, Bai Xuanfeng, Bai Xiaoqing, then you will naturally follow our surname of Bai... Bai Yunfei, Bai Yunfei, Shijun Look, how beautiful it is!”

Xiaoqing pointed to the clouds in the sky and said to Shijun.

As for Shijun, he will be Bai Yunfei from now on.

White clouds fly randomly.

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