don't call me singer

Chapter 345 Cut Blue Silk for You (4K)

Originally, Gu Xiaobai just planned to spend more time thinking in the memory palace, but when he saw the two "mini memory palaces" in the corner, he couldn't hold back.

These two memory palaces, one belonging to "Gongzi Xiaobai" and the other belonging to "Huo Qubing", are like two small architectural models placed on a shelf.

The memory palace of "Gongzi Xiaobai" has been built, but that of "Huo Qubing" is still a bit incomplete.

Gu Xiaobai has used the memory palace of "Gongzi Xiaobai" to successfully smuggle several times. He is already familiar with the road, and he is idle anyway. How about giving it a try?

Once this idea came out, I couldn't hold back.

Reaching out to touch Young Master Xiaobai's memory palace, Gu Xiaobai took a deep breath and concentrated.

Thoughts spread like stretched tentacles, and in the darkness, it seemed that something was also spreading, following like a shadow.

Like a whispering voice, lingering in his ears, Gu Xiaobai tried his best to distinguish what, suddenly, a familiar drum sound came, and Gu Xiaobai's thoughts were linked to something, two different consciousnesses, with the same The memory palace is the link, in time and space, with a light touch.

In front of his eyes, there was a moment of brilliance.

There is a signal!

In an instant, the consciousness travels through two thousand and seven hundred years of time and space, and merges with another consciousness.

The other consciousness resisted symbolically, but Gu Xiaobai's consciousness brutally seized the dominance and forcibly intervened.

Smuggling...success!
This feeling is like being in the wilderness and finally connected to wifi!

Gu Xiaobai slowly opened his eyes as he heard the sound of Fengfeng's drums.

There was a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and his body seemed to be difficult to control.

Gu Xiaobai was not in a hurry, and slowly got used to the control of his body, and then he heard a familiar voice from one side: "My lord, wake up, didn't you make a fuss all night yesterday to watch music and dancing?" Why? Why did you fall asleep at this time..."

Gu Xiaobai slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw a man looking at him with his back to the sun.

Although I couldn't see clearly, but listening to the voice, it was indeed Bai Gan's voice.

"Uncle Bai?"

Huh?wait……

This is not the voice of Young Master Xiaobai, when did my voice become like this?

So soft and waxy...

The man leaned down, hugged Gu Xiaobai and sat him up, only then did Gu Xiaobai realize that he was short-handed and short-legged...

Oops, did I become a dwarf!
No... I became a child!
Looking at his small and short fat hands, Gu Xiaobai couldn't laugh or cry.

The Bai Gan in front of him is not the same as before, he is not much older than Bai Tian, ​​and his face is still a little green.

So, is Uncle Bai by his side at this time?

How could I time travel to this age!
This "smuggling" is good for everything, but the time is too uncontrollable...

In front of you is an ancient palace garden, which does not occupy a large area, but the pavilions and pavilions are full of twists and turns.

Several female singers danced in it.

In the center is a woman in red, spinning and dancing among the crowd. Her long sleeves are flying like clouds, bending down like water, circling around her body like practicing, and slashing like blades.

The other female singers, by her side, are surrounded by stars and the moon, and they are close to each other, advancing and retreating with evidence, like geese conjoining, and like sparrows dispersing.

Nearby, sat many men and women, watching mesmerizingly.

Let alone them, Gu Xiaobai could not take his eyes off him.

The dance art of this era is already so exquisite!

Wait, I am...in the palace of Qi Kingdom?These people watching the show are the son Xiaobai's father and brother?

Gu Xiaobai glanced around.

On one side of the female group dancing, more than a dozen musicians played bells, drums and chimes. One of the drummers, with a strong figure, stood in the center of the six-sided building drum, with both hands flying drumsticks, turning around and hitting his back, and suddenly leaping into the air , Suddenly two drumsticks hit each other, and then raised their arms and shouted, like drums and dances.

While beating the drums, he looked at the female singer in red in the crowd, his eyes were as gentle as water.

While the leading female singer was dancing, she occasionally turned her head and looked at the drummer who encouraged her, with misty eyes and deep affection in her eyes.

Suddenly, two people walked toward each other, the woman in red whirled like a gust of wind, and danced into the Jiangu. She waved her long sleeves, her hair fluttered, brushing against the drummer's arm and stick, and the two looked at each other affectionately. , looked at each other and smiled, and then the red-clothed singer lightly brushed her blue hair, turned around with her long sleeves spilled out, and flew out of Jiangu again, where her figure turned like a rainbow piercing the sun, and the waves hit the shore.

The drummer turned around, and the rhythm became more and more rapid. Under that rhythm, the girl in red danced into a mess.

Listening to the sound of the drum, Gu Xiaobai wanted to jump several times, but was held down by Bai Gan, he could only stare at the drummer with wide eyes.

This is... the blind uncle in his youth?

It's not like that at all!
How could the blind man be so handsome!
Science has proved that people with strong logical thinking ability tend to have weak facial memory ability. This is the case for Gu Xiaobai. As a face-blind person, he can only use the memory palace to recognize a person. Forcibly remembering his face, so not many people can enter his memory palace.

Blind Uncle must be one.

However, the management of people's faces is actually based on vision. People who are blind can't see their own faces, so their facial expressions will gradually lose control, and they will become slanted and ugly.

The person in front of him is young and handsome, how can he look like an ugly blind uncle?

But faces are deceiving, drums are not.

For Gu Xiaobai, everyone's drum sounds are as distinct as voiceprints.

Did Uncle Blind ever work as a musician in the court of Qi?

It seems that she is in love with this girl, but she doesn't know if she has hooked up with her.

I can't tell that Uncle Blind actually has such a beautiful girlfriend, tsk tsk, it's really hard to judge by appearance...

Damn it, is this deliberately abusing our single dog?

But... why his eyes...

Just as Gu Xiaobai thought of this question, he suddenly felt sleepy again.

The four or five-year-old little brain couldn't bear Gu Xiaobai's consciousness at all, he closed his eyes involuntarily, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the music and dance had ended, and the crowd had dispersed in twos and threes. He was lying on Bai Gan's shoulder, and was being held by Bai Gan and walking back.

Gu Xiaobai raised his head, and saw a young man in expensive clothes, playing with a few singers, who wanted to escape, but were forced back.

The young man suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged the girl in red into his arms, moving his hands and feet.

The girl in red, Le Qiang, said something with a smile, struggling desperately, but she couldn't get away, so she could only let the man be frivolous.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, most of the musicians and girls were just slaves without human rights, but the person who belittled her was a powerful son.

No matter how much you have your own heart and love, so what?

She turned her head to look at Uncle Blind, grasped her strand of black hair with her right hand, wrung her fingertips white, and there were tears in her eyes.

The blind uncle was holding the drum stick in his hands, his veins were bulging, and he was gritting his teeth. When the young man wanted to take off the woman's clothes, he finally couldn't bear it.

"Let go of her!" The young blind uncle became angry and rushed forward, but was grabbed by the other musicians around him.

The young man laughed triumphantly, and teased the woman in red in every possible way. The blind uncle struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free. He glared at the young man angrily, his eyes cracked.

The young man was a little flustered by his stare, and he said: "Bold musician, how can you see my son's favorite trick? Come, someone, blind him for me!"

Several guards led the order and drew out their short daggers.

Gu Xiaobai struggled to go down, but Baigan stretched out his hand and covered Gu Xiaobai's eyes.

"Young master, don't look!"

Another wave of drowsiness struck, and Gu Xiaobai vaguely heard the sound of shouting, fighting, and crying...

Then everything goes to darkness.

A faint light lit up, and there was another radiance in front of my eyes.

what happens?what happened?let me go back!asshole!

Gu Xiaobai's consciousness is exploring and listening.

He was really not reconciled, so he just left that time.

Although he knew that everything had already happened and he was just a passer-by, he was not reconciled.

During the struggle, another faint sound of drums was heard.

It's the blind man's drum!

Gu Xiaobai's consciousness spread over, and he slowly opened his eyes.

This is a busy city, Gu Xiaobai is sitting in a carriage, with Baigan driving beside him.

He looked at his hands first, then touched himself.

I grew up again?
Looking at Bai Gan next to him, he was already familiar with the middle-aged appearance.

In the blink of an eye, has it been more than ten years?
Amidst the sound of horseshoes, Baigan turned his head and saw Gu Xiaobai woke up, said: "Master, why are you falling asleep again? We will be leaving the city soon, but please don't fall asleep again..."

"Out of the city?" Gu Xiaobai was at a loss, then turned his head and looked in the direction of the drum sound.

A blind musician was sitting on the side of the street, with two broken drums beside him, beating in a daze.

The sound of the drums was dry and out of tune.

His eyes were closed, his face was old, his mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and his beard was disheveled.

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai's heart was complicated.

Blind man!

Just as Gu Xiaobai wanted Baigan to stop, Baigan turned his head and glanced at him, his expression changed suddenly, he dragged Gu Xiaobai out of the car, and told Bai Tian next to him, "You drive out of the city, I'll take you to hide!"

As soon as Bai Tian drove away, several military vehicles chased him out, Bai Gan held Gu Xiaobai tightly, and hid in the surrounding crowd.

Gu Xiaobai's heart skipped a beat, and he understood what scene he was in now!

In 686 BC, the state of Qi was in turmoil, and the son Xiaobai fled in a hurry!
At that moment, Gu Xiaobai felt sad in his heart.

In this era, musicians and female singers are nothing but slaves for people to play with, without the slightest human rights, and they can be beaten or killed if they want to.

But he offended his master, so he was stabbed blind and left on the street to fend for himself.

For more than ten years, I don't know how Uncle Blind came here, and I don't know where the female singer in red was reduced.

But he himself, why not?

Even if they are princes and nobles, aren't they suddenly in danger and can only flee in a hurry?
Is it a kind of sadness to be born in this era?

Whether you are the king of the world, or a lowly slave, you are nothing but a piece of duckweed.

Gu Xiaobai mingled in the crowd, listening to the blind man beating the drum blankly.

Pedestrians were in a hurry, and no one stopped to give him a meal.

Gu Xiaobai touched his body, wanting to leave something, suddenly, several soldiers came over, Bai Gan pulled Gu Xiaobai, and the two quickly lowered their heads, avoiding the sight of the soldiers.

Gu Xiaobai peeked up and found that these soldiers were also escorting a woman with disheveled, shabby clothes and barely covered her body.

Her face was unkempt, her lips were chapped, her body was filthy, her hair was disheveled like dry grass, and her eyes were dull and lifeless.

A commanding officer announced loudly in front: "The prostitutes in the camp are flying, offending the superiors, and causing trouble in the barracks. They will be shown to the public for ten days, and today they will be executed! After death, they will be violent corpses for three days, and the corpses will not be collected!"

The woman was escorted, and she stumbled forward.

"Slay the camp prostitute!"

"Look! It's going to be decapitated!"

"It's about to be killed, go and see, go and see!"

The good-natured people on the street immediately swarmed up and followed behind.

At this moment, the woman heard the sound of the drum and suddenly raised her head.

His eyes, like two gray beads, suddenly lit up.

I don't know where this thin and withered woman got such strength, she broke free from the restraint, rushed out, and threw herself in front of the blind uncle.

She raised her head, looked at the shriveled eyes and old face of the blind uncle, and wanted to speak, but after ten days of public exposure, her body was already extremely weak, and her voice was too hoarse to speak.

The blind uncle raised his head in a daze. The distance between the two was less than three feet, but one was blind and the other was hoarse.

Behind the woman, two soldiers tightened the rope.

The woman reached out to touch the blind man's face, but she was pulled away. A tear fell from the corner of her eye and flowed over the corner of her dry mouth.

He stretched his palm as hard as he could, but he still couldn't touch that face.

Finally, she opened her palm, and a strand of blue silk, tied with a straw rope, gently fell on the drum.

The woman's hair is like withered grass, withered and gray.

But that strand of blue silk is like a piece of black satin, it has been cut for an unknown time, and how many years it has been treasured.

The blind uncle stretched out his hand in a daze, groping around the drum.

When he touched the blue silk on the drum, his whole body shook violently, and he stood up as if waking up from a dream, and hissed loudly: "Fei Peng! Fei Peng!"

The woman turned her head when she heard it, and looked at him with a sad smile.

Around the blind uncle, countless troublemakers flocked to him, drowning the blind uncle in the crowd.

"Quick, go back and ask your mother to come and see the decapitation!"

"Tsk, stay away, don't splash the blood later, it's not easy to wash..."

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you want to die, don't you! Believe it or not, I'll give you a knife first!"

The crowd was bustling, all excited about this woman's killing, Gu Xiaobai wanted to get out of the crowd, but was grabbed by Bai Gan.

"My lord, hurry up now!" dragged by Bai Gan, he staggered away from the crowd.

Gu Xiaobai turned around.

Among the crowd, drums sounded.

The woman listened to the sound of the drum with a smile on her face.

His body, which had been exhausted for a long time, was filled with strength again.

She raised her hands with broken sleeves, like flying clouds across the sky, like flowing water...

"Death is imminent, jump your mother." The executioner kicked her to the ground.

A bloody light, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun.

"Fei Peng—" The drumbeat stopped abruptly, and a hoarse wail sounded.

The head rolled down, and the eyes were still looking at the direction from which the drum sound came.

The light gradually dimmed.

The concubine's body is like cattail grass, and she cuts the green silk for the king.

There is nothing to repay in this life, waiting for the king to be in the next life.

(Note: This story actually comes from "Bronze Sparrow Dancer". After writing the character of Blind Uncle, I accidentally saw this story, and then remembered the song "Qingsi". There seems to be a kind of power in the dark that makes Ha Uncle wrote this story. In ancient China, musicians were humble, but it was they who created the brilliant music and dance, which has been handed down to the world.)
　This chapter is 4K, so it will not be divided into chapters...

　　
　
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