/span>像是在摇旗呐喊<></span>摇完就可以上战场赴死了<></span>

  顾昭是听过京剧<></span>听过昆曲的<></span>最多的还是听南方那边的黄梅戏<></span>越剧<></span>那些剧种音调温软温婉<></span>以细腻为主<></span>平洲调这般撕心裂肺的唱法<></span>就要了亲命了<></span>

  跟哥哥说了一声<></span>顾昭便回了院子<></span>悄悄叫毕梁立套了车<></span>带着细仔<></span>新仔携了两个大食盒就悄悄的出了门<></span>自今日起到十五<></span>京里不关城门<></span>可自由出入<></span>

  骡车悄然无声的离开顾家<></span>一路慢跑的就来至碧落山<></span>到达山下<></span>顾昭不由深深吸了一口凉气<></span>今日的碧落山法元寺被山下的红火衬得格外的寂寞<></span>当再次来到这数百阶梯前顾昭好不为难<></span>这通天梯到底要如何上去<></span>

  奶哥毕梁立悄悄过来<></span>俯身<></span>顾昭有些不好意思<></span>看看阶梯<></span>一身冷汗<></span>自己这脚要上去<></span>绝对废了<></span>实在没办法<></span>他看看食盒<></span>又看看那边看不到的山头<></span>他是真的真的挂念的紧<></span>觉得<></span>如若今日见不到那人<></span>怕是真的会茶不思饭不想了<></span>想了一会<></span>终于……还是伏在毕梁立的背上<></span>毕梁立倒是分外高兴<></span>走的虎虎生风<></span>

  细仔<></span>新仔在前面一只手提着食盒<></span>一只手提着仙鹤图样的气死风皮灯前后悄悄的引着路<></span>

  这晚<></span>惠易大师正坐在屋里看经书<></span>身边忽然的小和尚说了