Chapter 80 Abandoning Fantasy

After working with Su Liangchen to make a good show, Zhang Ning learned that the story of the Zhang family had been circulated in his neighborhood. It was probably because Zhang Xiaomei would marry a wealthy man in Jiangsu and Zhejiang and would soon become rich.

These rumors must have been caused by the family members who were rushing to show off. It was impossible that the Su family had no contact with the people in the city on Liren Street.

When Zhang Ning saw his uncle, he mentioned this matter and was very unhappy in his words: The little sister's courtesy has not been given yet, and she has not even mentioned her horoscope. You will spread it early. If the matter fails in the end, how can we step down?

Who used it to promote it?Can we control the mouth that is so wide when it comes to others?Zhang Jiujin argued.

Zhang Ning thought to himself, it’s really strange, can the news be known by the neighbors for no reason?

It’s not surprising that people have vanity, but you brag about being rich and powerful early on, why do you still run that shop and do small business? The women at home are still busy all day long?

Isn’t this embarrassing yourself?

It was dusk, and the men had already spoken at the door of the main hall, while the women were busy preparing supper.

He turned around and saw Zhang Xiaomei coming out of the kitchen with a basin to pour water. The two of them looked at each other. She continued to work hard, but looked up from time to time in the window.

Since it was not what we ourselves said, that's all.

Zhang Ning is inconvenient to argue with his elders. No matter whether he wins or fails to win, no one will say he is right. The younger generation disobeys the elders and is wrong with the current moral order. This is the case.

He asked again, "You and your uncle went to see the second son of the Su family a few days ago. How about it?"

Zhang Jiujin immediately praised: The child of a wealthy family is very particular about etiquette.The second young master didn't pretend to be big, didn't talk much, but was very decent. He could tell from his every move that he was not ordinary, nor did he have the voluptuousness of the playboy. It was not bad.

The cousin echoed: He is tall and big and has a strong aura, and he has been studying and is not the style of a rough man.

Zhang Ning responded to a few words, knowing that the younger sister had no say in front of the elders, and did not ask her in front of everyone.

After dinner, he saw her going into the room and the lights upstairs were on, so he walked to the door of the wing room and knocked on the door.

He rarely went into his younger sister's boudoir. After all, he had grown up and it was not very appropriate to go to the girl's room. However, he asked her alone tonight because he had something to do, so he went in.

The Zhang family's economic situation is actually quite rich, but at this time the people advocated diligence and thrift. They either saved or bought land, and some went to lend money.

I saw that everyone in the girl's room was as old and simple as Zhang Ning's side, but it looked a little different. There were small flowers embroidered on the curtains of the windows, and a bead curtain was hung in front of the bed. The beads were not pearls, but small nuts on the tree, and decorations were made by wearing red thread.

When her room looked like nothing valuable, it looked delicate, flexible, clean and tidy, and it looked like a jasper in the small family.

Seeing that the little sister was depressed, Zhang Ning forced a smile and asked with a kind word: Did you hear that you saw someone?How about the second young master? Do you like it?

Zhang Xiaomei sat down on the stool next to him and said weakly: It’s okay to have a nose and eyes, it’s okay, it’s not ugly.

It is enough not to be ugly, people cannot just look at the outside.Zhang Ning said, are you satisfied with the others?

Zhang Xiaomei refused to answer. He was silent for a long time before he said insincerely: As my cousin said, the Su family may have the purpose of marriage.But there is no need to worry about it. Others want to marry a formal matchmaker and be the original wife. Not to mention the famous big family like the Su family, even ordinary people care about this aspect of virtue.

He smiled lightly again and said, "Don't you hold a face, don't you think about living a good life in the Su family?"Many girls dream of wearing endless beautiful clothes, gold, silver and jewelry, and a pampered identity...

Who has time to dream about Ah!Zhang Xiaomei said angrily, "I see that my uncle and the others are very happy to dream and want to make a fortune all day long."

Zhang Ning sighed: You can't blame them. Not everyone can do calmness after abandoning the fantasy, and it has nothing to do with how old he lived... In the end, you will make the decision on this marriage. I will listen to you. If I don't nod, my uncle is just an uncle after all, and he has no right to force it.

The younger sister lowered her head and said: If I think about it again, my brother is right. I don’t want others to be rich and powerful. The second young master Su’s people don’t look bad. I’ll see if he is pretending after a while.

Hearing her say this, Zhang Ning felt a little uncomfortable.

Could it be that I hope to hear my younger sister say she doesn’t like it or that she wants her to say bad things about the Second Young Master Su?

People's hearts are really contradictory. Haven't I been urging her to choose a good husband? Now I meet someone she says is good. Why do I feel this way?

Not sincerely generous...

But what if you don’t show your pride?

Perhaps like my uncle and others, I am dreaming and fantasizing, and it is not so easy to abandon the realm of fantasy.

Well, it's getting late, so I'll go down first. If you think about it one day, tell me... you don't have to be influenced by my uncle's cousin's words.

Zhang Ning pretended to be calm and stood up.

The little sister didn't keep him either. When he walked out to the eaves, he couldn't help but shake his head with self-deprecatingness.

There was still a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers floating in the air. He reached out to take out the auspicious talisman from his pocket. When he first got this thing, he was also in the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, which he remembered very clearly.

Zhang Xiaomei stood behind the window, gently lifting the curtain and reluctantly wanted to see him go back to the room, but saw him stopping under the eaves, holding a red thing and gently putting it in front of his mouth.

She looked at what he was holding curiously, but the light was too dark but she didn't see clearly.

……

Zhang Ning likes the elegance and subtlety after letting go of the utilitarian vanity, just like the play performed by Fang Ling.

The Chunhan Pear Orchard, which had been prepared for a long time, finally opened, and the situation was as optimistic as expected.

The first night was full of guests, and the people invited were all people with some status in Nanjing. These people were not short of money and were potential regular customers.

People are excited to watch the first scene of Xinliyuan, just for the new song Su Theatre. These days have been circulating in Jinling. You can hear what it is tonight.

Of course, Zhang Ning had to support him. He and Mr. Su and several other famous scholars took a good seat in the lobby.

There are seats and cases on the wooden building, and the place has a high view. It is a VIP seat and you can watch it condescendingly without any haste.

Looking down at the hall, the seats and standing are full.

After waiting for a while, the gongs and drums were beating in the noise of the people. The first one to come was the Mojiao, which was the wedge of the Bai story.

Mr. Su wanted to say something, but he had to turn his head because he was a little fussy. Even though he didn't know what he said, it seemed that he was saying that the lines were written by Brother Ping'an or something. Zhang Ning didn't hear it clearly and had to smile.

The play begins, and most people start watching the play seriously, and the noise finally gradually decreases.

After the musicians knocked on the wooden buckles. In the crisp rhythm, they saw a white dress coming on stage. Young Master Su and others immediately opened their eyes wide and looked at the stage with concentration. Zhang Ning immediately recognized that the Dan actor was Fang Ling.

She was not wearing a costume, wearing a plain collar skirt, a simple pair of jade hairpin on her hair, and a silk fan in her hand, walked up to the stage slowly. At first glance, she looked like a lady from home, very simple and elegant.

But her face was covered with thick opera makeup, which was as thick as that of the Peking Opera makeup Zhang Ning had seen. She couldn't tell what her real face looked like. Just looking at her face, maybe even men and women couldn't tell each other, as if she was covered with a mask.

The wooden bang beat the rhythm, and the sound of flutes and flutes rang together for a while. Fang Ling on the stage simply sang with a fan, and just finished singing a sentence. The hall immediately became clear.

Her posture and technique are like a casual handwriting, without any artificiality, and it is very soft, slow and charming, like her usual behavior, or a special light dance; her singing style is also gentle, long and continuous.

There is no noise and bustle, no colorfulness, but there is a subtle fragrance and tenderness. At the beginning, it is extremely contagious and brings people into the lingering and sad state of lingering.

Gradually, countless viewers in the huge lobby were silent, leaving only the moving singing style and orchestral melody, making the sound more penetrating. After each sentence, it seemed that it could not linger on the wooden beams in the hall.

The scenes of this play are not as realistic as modern film and television. You can see it as a play at first glance, and the story of singing and acting is completely different from the usual speaking and life.

But once you get into the role, it feels like you are in the scene and there is endless fantasy space.

Zhang Ning felt that he had dreams even with his eyes open.

A thunderous cheer sounded in his ears, and Zhang Ning woke up from his dream and secretly sighed that Fang Ling is indeed very talented in opera art. Perhaps hiding her is an eraser.

The people present also came to their senses and exclaimed. A cousin next to them smiled and said: Brother Su’s song has reached a higher level, and Gu Chunhan sang it well on the stage.

Su Liangchen bowed casually: I don’t deny this beautiful statement from Brother Ma, I really accept it.

He smiled and looked at Zhang Ning again. Speaking of which, we met Gu Chunhan in Yangzhou, and suddenly remembered that we had never seen her beauty.Brother Ping'an, she is wearing this kind of makeup, so it is obvious that she won't see her true face.

If you don’t wear costumes, you really don’t need to wear that kind of makeup.Someone echoed.

Su Liangchen asked again: Brother Ping'an should have seen Gu Chunhan look?

No.Zhang Ning insisted that she was a married woman, so it might not be convenient for her to show up. I heard that this place in the Pear Garden was still the fund of her husband.

Gu...Madam, haha, I didn't see the true face of Lushan. Her husband is also a mysterious person. I sent someone to inquire a while ago and said he was a tea merchant, but no one had ever seen anyone.

Su Liangchen shook his head and sighed.

Their disguised identities are to avoid the secret spies of the government. No matter how extensive Mr. Su has made friends, how can he start?

Listen to the opera, and after tonight, you may find your ears blessings.

Mr. Su said, after thinking about it, he added another sentence, let’s go back and change the “West Chamber”, and maybe we can hear another good show.