"Good new year! Teacher Guo." Xu Bingbing said to the phone.

"Good new year! A Bing. I said, let me tell you not to call me Teacher Guo anymore. Is it good to call Sister Guo?" Guo Min laughed at the side of the phone and complained.

"Okay, my sister Guo. Where are you the New Year?"

"Where can I be in Beijing? Accompany my parents, and my brother and their family, very lively."

"Sister Guo, you are almost fifty, your parents should be very old? Are they okay?"

"Very good, my body is very tough, thank you for your concern. I have the opportunity to show you to see them. They can be regarded as old artists. My dad sings Peking Opera, my mother sings Suzhou's playback."

"It's amazing, you are really an art family."

"Is it barely. A Bing, where do you live?"

"Dali." Xu Bingbing said lightly.

"Dali? Why did you run there?" Guo Min was a little surprised.

"The hometown of Da Yong is Dali."

"Oh, have you reunited? Are you going to see the in -laws of the future?"

"Sister Guo, don't say this. You call me, not just wish me a happy new year?"

"Of course, I am worried that you have been playing too much during the New Year, and forget the filming."

"Don't worry, I can't forget, I will definitely arrive in Beijing on the eighth day."

"No, the start time is early, let's do the preparations first, so you must go to Beijing on the sixth day."

"So early? No problem, I will definitely arrive in the sixth day."

"Okay, let's say it. You played happily in Yunnan for a few days, and then you have to put your energy into work."

"Okay, no problem."

Xu Bingbing hung up the phone, and A Mei, who hadn't spoken beside her, said, "A Bing, are you in a hurry?"

"Everything is the same. When there is a hurry, there are also time to make a leave. Some actors I know are still filming in Hengdian these days.

Later, Xu Bingbing said again: "Sister, I will leave in a few days, and what's the matter in the company will ask you."

Amei reached out and held Xu Bingbing, "You can rest assured, if you have me, there will be nothing wrong with the company, so you can rest assured to do your business."

Unconsciously, everyone has reached the door of the homestay. Since the whole ancient city has been swimming throughout the past two days, everyone no longer wants to go shopping again. So all walk into the homestay, or stay in the room, or or

Sitting in the yard. Xiao Ajie held his beautiful gourd silk intermittently. When buying this play, the store taught him a little bit of basic knowledge. After these two days of practice, he could already blow out out of the practice.

Some simple sentences.

Xu Bingbing and Amei lived in a room, and the two leaned on the bedside and opened the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Amei seemed to be able to see it, but A Bing was absent -minded. When I thought of the words Wu Changlan said when I was eating New Year's Eve dinner, I remembered that Chen Lan was close to the gentleness and virtuousness beside him.

taste.

The ancient city of Dali on New Year's Eve is not tranquil. Even if you stay in the room, you can hear the hustle and bustle of the streets and alleys. During the meantime, there are some singers of stray singers. You can vaguely feel a bitterness of love.

Xu Bingbing's empty heart became sad. She stood up and said to Amei, "Sister, I go out and walk around."

Ame put down the TV remote control in her hand, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"No, I want to walk alone."

Xu Bingbing's simple place on the portable item, then walked out of the door of the homestay, walking aimlessly on the street.

Even in the New Year, people who are also lively on the streets of the ancient city, unwilling lonely people, even in the New Year's Eve, must come out to release the uneasy heart. They come from the north of the sky, there are old people, and naive children, but most of them are young.

people.

The bustling crowd, the bright street, people laugh, or calm, or lonely, or even some people sing the sad love songs in the lights, embrace the guitar, and sing in the night of the foreign country.

The passing love.

Xu Bingbing was walking in the crowd like this, watching the west. Those places they had walked yesterday. In order to win the guests, the shops were still repeating yesterday's funny performances. Someone still watched, and some people still laughed back and forth.

In fact, there are not many novelty in this world. People always live in the same trajectory, and often repeat the same happiness and sadness.

Gourd silk can be said to be a major special musical instrument in Yunnan. The streets and alleys can always hear the familiar "Phoenix Bamboo in the Moonlight". Sometimes people play a "A Beautiful Place" or "Marriage"

oath".

However, what attracted Xu Bingbing at this moment was a prelude to popular songs played with gourds. It was Zheng Jun's "Cinderella". The soft and grieving gourd silk prelude attracted her past.

Not far away, people were watching two stray singers. They played guitar alone and played gourds alone. The performance was the "Cinderella".

After the prelude, the long -haired male singer who played the guitar began to sing while playing at the microphone, and the short hair boys with gourds sat down and patted the drum.

"How can I get fascinated with you? I'm asking myself ..."

At the end of the song, Xu Bingbing, like some audiences, put down a ten -dollar banknote in the shoe box in front of the stray singer, and then walked away slightly sadly.

Not far ahead is the bar street, and there are singing. It seems that people all release the weakest place in that heart at night. They are intoxicated in music and beer and do not want to wake up.

Xu Bingbing suddenly had an urge to drink a cup. She walked towards the bar street and chose a relatively wide and emotional bar to sit down.

There are a lot of lits in the bar, and there are a lot of guests. It seems to be isolated from the world, but it is not the kind of paradise depicted by Mr. Tao Yuanming. Instead, it is a holy place that releases the mood alone during the New Year's Eve.

There are no fireworks and firecrackers here, there are no Spring Festival Gala or Zhao Benshan. Only the sorrowful music and the soul that are intoxicated in loneliness. There are no money for the New Year's Eve dinner, there are only low drums and wooden guitar music that penetrates the mind, accompanied by accompanying

The collision and drift of the wine bottle are lonely.

The male singer on the stage wears black -frame glasses, looks like Li Zongsheng when he was young, and the song sang very much.

"Maybe I still think of her occasionally, and occasionally I will inevitably remember her. Just be an old friend, it also makes me feel distressed, and it makes me care about it, but there is no spark in my heart. Let the past go with the wind.

All sincere words, forever in my heart, although there is no her ...

"Let's go ... Let's go ... people always learn to grow up, let's go ... Let's go ... life will inevitably experience pain and struggle ...

... "

Xu Bingbing drank the beer dullly, listening to the music dazed, and in the middle of the eyes, tears even overflowed from the corner of the eyes.

"Hi, beauty, can you drink a drink with you?" A man wearing glasses sat opposite Xu Bingbing.

"Yan Yu is here, haha!" At that moment, Xu Bingbing thought so.
Chapter completed!