Chapter 396: I Am Not an Actor (Part 2)

"The bright moon rises above the sea, and the ends of the earth share this moment. Lovers resent the long night, rising all night to miss each other. Extinguishing the candle, I pity the full light, putting on clothes, I feel the dew. I cannot give a handful, I return to sleep and dream of a good time." — Zhang Jiuling

Blowing the gentle sea breeze, stepping on the soft sandy beach, Zhang Xingyu boarded a small boat.

A'rou rowed the boat, carrying the two toward a red building ship docked in the center of the bay.

The bright moonlight sprinkled evenly on A'rou's face, and the gentle sea breeze blew her black hair.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, boating on the sea with such a beauty is truly an indescribable enjoyment.

Unfortunately, the good times were too short.

Before long, the building ship arrived.

Around the building ship, large red lanterns were hung high.

On the deck, the fragrance was blowing, and flower petals were everywhere.

As soon as he entered the cabin, the cabin door was locked from the outside by that girl A'rou.

This damn girl.

The cabin was dim.

The bright moonlight passed through the window, gently sprinkling on the woman by the window, reflecting her like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains.

Madam Hundred Flowers combed her hair in a Hundred Flowers bun, wearing a snow-white banquet dress, her jade hands gently brushing the zither in front of her.

The tune was initially warm like bright spring light, gradually hot like the scorching summer, then cool like the continuous autumn rain, and finally cold like the shrill north wind.

In the zither sound, Madam Hundred Flowers sang softly: "Green, green is your collar, long, long is my heart. Even if I don't go, why don't you send news? Green, green is your pendant, long, long is my thought. Even if I don't go, why don't you come? Picking and reaching, at the city gate. One day without seeing you, like three months."

The sound stopped and the song ended.

Madam Hundred Flowers sat by the window without moving, like a blooming white Udumbara flower.

After a while, Madam Hundred Flowers wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then slowly turned around.

"Xiaobai, you are here?"

Seeing Zhang Xingyu, Madam Hundred Flowers called out softly, with joy that could not be hidden in her eyes.

Hearing Madam Hundred Flowers' call, Zhang Xingyu secretly said "not good".

This woman is acting again.

"Xiaobai, where have you been these days? Yanran misses you so much!"

Madam Hundred Flowers flew over and threw herself into Zhang Xingyu's arms.

"Madam, I am not Xiaobai!" Zhang Xingyu hurriedly reminded.

An acting woman is very dangerous, and an acting Madam Hundred Flowers is even more dangerous.

"Hmm. You are not Xiaobai, you are Dabai."

In Zhang Xingyu's arms, Madam Hundred Flowers responded softly, as gentle as the Jade Rabbit in the Moon Palace.

Zhang Xingyu was speechless.

This script can't be continued.

Zhang Xingyu sighed, I am not a good actor.

"Xiaobai, I like the poem you wrote for me very much. Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is thick. If not seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I will meet you under the moon at the Yao Terrace."

"Uh. This poem was written by someone else, not me."

Zhang Xingyu felt it necessary to clarify. Copying the Poet Immortal's poem was fine, but he couldn't be shameless enough to say he wrote it himself.

"I know. This was written by the Exiled Immortal. My Xiaobai is the Exiled Immortal reincarnated. Giggle."

Madam Hundred Flowers giggled in Zhang Xingyu's arms.

Her black hair drifted with fragrance, and her jade-like body transmitted heat waves.

Oh no!

Three inches below the abdomen, a lustful fire rose.

"Madam, let's go play the zither and write poetry!"

Zhang Xingyu gently pushed away the jade beauty in his arms.

The feeling of a beauty in his arms was truly as painful as being cut by a thousand knives.

Madam Hundred Flowers sat back by the window. Her pair of jade hands pressed gently on the zither strings, and then she turned her head and asked: "Xiaobai, which song do you want Yanran to play?"

This question stumped Zhang Xingyu.

He didn't know what song Madam Hundred Flowers could play. He wasn't that pervert Yuan Wushang, who was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

"Madam, the songs you play are all very good. Madam, just play, I will listen carefully here."

Zhang Xingyu sat down by the vermilion desk and picked up the wine pot placed in the center of the desk.

A mouthful of fine wine, a glance at the beauty.

If this woman didn't go crazy, such days would be quite good.

Perhaps, many years ago, a guy named Xiaobai sat in this boat, a mouthful of fine wine, a glance at the beauty.

Moonlight like water, zither sound like water.

After playing a song, Zhang Xingyu clapped and praised: "This song should only be in heaven, how can it be heard in the human world. Madam's zither sound is truly the sound of nature."

Pausing, he said again: "Listening once is not enough, you have to listen again, please Madam fulfill it."

"Hmm. Since Xiaobai loves to listen, Yanran will play it again."

Ding ding dong dong, the sound of pearls falling on a jade plate sounded again.

Drinking the flower wine in the cup, Zhang Xingyu clapped and praised again: "Moving in stillness like flying catkins, drifting and ethereal finally returning to peace. Madam's zither sound can only be described by one word 'Absolute'."

Madam Hundred Flowers smiled sweetly.

She stood up slowly, walked gracefully to Zhang Xingyu, and poured him a cup of flower wine herself.

"Xiaobai, in the past, you would always recite poetry while drinking. On such a beautiful night, you should recite a poem for Yanran!"

"Uh. Alright."

After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Xingyu decided to borrow Li Taibai's "Autumn Wind Words".

As an actor, he has the self-cultivation of an actor.

As a supporting role, he has the good awareness of a supporting role.

Since the protagonist has spoken, the supporting role should naturally cooperate actively.

Only to see him stand up, walk slowly to the window, letting the night color like water flow into the wine glass.

"Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, fallen leaves gather and scatter, cold crows roost and are startled. When will we know when we will miss each other? This time, this night is difficult to feel!

Entering my lovesickness door, knowing my lovesickness pain, long

"Entering my gate of lovesickness, you know the bitterness of my lovesickness; long lovesickness leads to long memories, short lovesickness has no end. Had I known it would bind the heart so, I would rather we had never met."

Madam Hundred Flowers recited this line repeatedly, her eyes misted over, and two lines of clear tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly, she grabbed Zhang Xingyu from behind and hugged him.

"Xiao Bai, let's elope!"

"Ah!"

Zhang Xingyu's hands stiffened, and his mind went blank.

Madam Hundred Flowers' proposal was too sudden, leaving him unable to think of a response in time.

"Let's find a place with no one around, where you plow the fields and I weave the cloth, and we shall be together for life after life."

"This, this isn't very appropriate."

"What is inappropriate about it?"

"You are already married, and I have already taken a wife."

Madam Hundred Flowers stopped speaking.

She lay on Zhang Xingyu's back, sobbing incessantly.

Her tears soaked Zhang Xingyu's clothes, making his back feel a wave of chill.

A quarter of an hour later, Madam Hundred Flowers stopped sobbing.

"Xiao Bai, turn around."

She gently let go of Zhang Xingyu, then slowly untied the gauze robe she was wearing.

The bright moonlight shone on her snow-white skin, reflecting her like a holy statue of white marble.

Zhang Xingyu widened his eyes.

"Though we cannot spend our lives together, let us possess each other for a brief moment."

"Uh, Madam, you must not."

Zhang Xingyu bit his tongue, struggling to keep himself clear-headed.

"The man has feelings, the woman has intent; why not?"

Zhang Xingyu took a step back.

Madam Hundred Flowers looked at him resentfully: "Xiao Bai, why? Don't you like me?"

"To like someone does not necessarily mean one must possess them. Madam, please respect yourself," Zhang Xingyu hurriedly advised.

"If you don't want to possess me, why like me? Li Bai, I hate you!"

"Slap!"

A jade palm struck out.

Zhang Xingyu fell into the sea like an arrow released from a bowstring.