Lieyang Number One Scholar x Sick and Weak Actor
It was a minor summer heat in the sixth year of Yongxi's reign. The heat wave in the capital had not yet been dissipated by the night. The number one scholar standing under the red wall of Gongyuan was already crowded with people. Pei Qinshi squeezed through the crowd, and when his fingertips touched his name next to the word "Zhuangyuan", his fingertips trembled a little - ten years of hard work and three years of hard study, he finally stood on the pinnacle of glory at the feet of the emperor from his study in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. But facing the congratulations from his neighbors and the envy of his classmates, he felt empty in his heart, as if his eighteen years of life had only been filled with the word "taking exams" and he had never seen real fireworks in the world.
That night, Pei Qinshi took off the brocade belt symbolizing his status as the number one scholar, put on a plain gown, walked out of the inn where he was staying alone for the first time, and stepped into the night market in the capital. The lights on the long street were like daylight. The shouts of vendors, the sound of guessing in wine shops, and the laughter of children were intertwined. The heat wave with the smoke of fireworks hit his face, making him, a scholar who had been buried in old papers all year round, a little at a loss.
Suddenly, a clear and melodious singing drifted along the wind, mixed with the sound of silk and bamboo, dispelling the heat of the summer night like ice-cold sour plum soup. He followed the sound and saw a crowd of people in front of the "Yusheng Tower" not far away, and the various lanterns reflected the gatehouse's brilliance. Driven by curiosity, he squeezed in with the crowd. As soon as he stood still, his eyes were firmly locked on the figure in the center of the stage.
The actor was wearing a costume with aqua and embroidered bamboo patterns. When he waved his sleeves, he was like a green bamboo supporting the wind. The rise and fall of his singing voice was like a clear spring washing stones. His eyes were full of water vapor. When he sang, he frowned slightly, revealing a bit of brittle delicacy. But even in such a weak state, his figure and singing voice are exactly the same, and every movement shows the refinement that has been honed for many years. The audience cheered one after another, but Pei Qin was completely unaware of it. He only felt that the figure in front of him had stepped out of the painting. The so-called "a startling moment" probably meant that his heart skipped half a beat at this moment.
An old man sitting next to him saw that he was absent-minded, so he smiled and joked: "Is this the first time I'm meeting Boss Liu?" Pei Qinshi came back to his senses and asked quickly. The old man sighed: "This actor's name is Liu Laizhi. He has been weak since he was a child, and he never leaves his hand with medicine jars, but he insists on opera. He is not only proficient in singing, reading, and pattern making, but he can also compose music and choreograph his own plays. How many people in the capital come here just for his voice!"
It was nearly three o'clock when the play ended, and Pei Qinshi stood outside the theater, the evening breeze blowing his cheeks with the remaining charm of the play. He looked at the stars all over the sky and suddenly understood that compared to the empty name on the top scorer list, the singing of Xiaoshu Ye and the light in Liu Laizhi's eyes were the living and hot human world that he had truly touched. And this unexpected encounter quietly rewrote the trajectory of his life.
Intention: You have never heard that I like you, breaking the worldly concept
