Original Song: Chen Rui, Gang Hui
Lyrics: Jade Bangle'er
Composer: Maplewood
/ Solo version, duet version, full story are here.
Many years ago, on a morning when the sun was shining, a scholar sat on a tree stump and read the Four Books and Five Classics. The scholar was penniless, and the only thing of value in his house was the two quarts of heavy books.
The scholar sat in the forest every day, looking for a place to sit and read until dark, and the days passed by in the books of the sages.
This day at dusk, the scholar is reading, read to the sunset all over the place when shouting: "the book has its own golden house, the book has its own Yan Ruyu", suddenly "squeak" and chirping sound with the wind, the scholar raised his head, and saw a group of white shadow came, that is! A crystal through the white fox, snow-white spotless, two eyeballs skittering and moving, mouth wailed again and again.
It was strange that when the fox reached the scholar, it stopped and panted.
The scholar grabbed the fox, and saw that an arrow was stuck diagonally in the fox's snow-white hind leg, and the blood flowed down along the arrow, coloring a piece of red. The little fox wailed a few times, eyes to the scholar, written full of pity and begging.
The scholar sighed: "little fox ah little fox, who can bear to hurt you so y ......"
The voice did not fall, the distant hoofbeats such as thunder gusts of footsteps, the little fox white slippery body trembling, as if to struggle from the scholar's hands!
The bookman hurriedly held tight little fox, clenched his teeth and pulled out the arrow, tore off a piece of rotten robe, the little fox's wound wrapped, gently put into the wide sleeves, said also to strange, the little fox even endure pain, lying motionless in the bookman's sleeve.
The scholar has just picked up the book, only to hear the sound of hoofbeats roaring to, dozens of tall horses stepped on the green to fly, at the head of a gnarled bearded man, full of splendor shouted: "Woods that the scholar, have you ever seen a wounded fox escaped?"
The scholar lifted his head, "Is brother speaking of a fox covered in snowy white?"
A green shadow flashed out beside the gnarled-bearded man, and he chirped, "Exactly, it is the fox I shot, where is the little beast?"
The scholar only smelled the fragrant wind on the face, face to face is a flowery smiling face, the scholar was violently panicked, confused, a good half day to come back to God, pointing behind him stammered: "Just ran from this side."
The young girl said in a delicate voice, "Thank you, scholar! Let's chase!"
With a fierce wave of her hand, dozens of riders came and went at a leisurely pace, leaving only the sound of silvery laughter ringing in the scholar's ears.
The scholar mumbled, "There is a golden house in the book, there is a face like jade in the book," and with a snap, the holy book fell to the ground without even realizing it.
The little fox stretched out its head from the cuffs, ah ah ah woke up the scholar, the scholar saw its eyes filled with poignancy and gratitude.
The scholar gathered his heart and gently caressed the fox, saying lovingly, "Little fox, hide, don't let people bully you."
The little fox slipped down the sleeve, limping, but also human nature, the front legs together towards the scholar for a bow, squeak a few times, the snow-white body twisted a group, but also dance, only to see the white shadow flashes, the little white fox body limbs such as a, dancing under the setting sun, the scholar to see the dumbfounded.
Suddenly also came from the distant squeaky voice, the little fox stopped dancing, and then bowed to the scholar, reluctantly toward the companion and go, three steps back, and farewell, disappeared in the distant mountains. The scholar patted the dust on his robes and picked up his book to read again.
The scholar still sits in the woods every day and reads, but every evening he turns along the woods and listens to what's going on, and every time there are hoofbeats, the scholar sits up in surprise, only he never meets the girl in green again.
What the scholar didn't know was that every morning, there was a little white fox next to the dewy leaves, staring at the scholar with wide eyes, looking at him motionlessly, and when the scholar was reading, the fox remained motionless, as if afraid of disturbing the scholar's practice.
The scholar is very strange, every day the sun sets, whenever the scholar to the distant mountains read not look at the woman in green, the distant mountains as if there is a mass of white shadows, dancing against the setting sun, the scholar to find the past, but can not find anything.
Day after day, the scholar lived like this until he died, never seeing the woman in green again, she and he did not belong to a world.
Everyone said: the scholar read his whole life and got nothing, so it was really a waste of time. The scholar was alone when he left, but some people said they had seen a white fox in front of the scholar's bed, and others said that every year on the day of the scholar's sacrifice, the grave will be worshipped.
Many years have passed, about a thousand years.
The woods were plowed down back then, and an official residence has just been built here.
Today, there are lights and colorful decorations everywhere, it turns out to be the wedding day of the newly-promoted Scholar, I heard that the Scholar is so talented that even the Emperor ordered the princess to be betrothed to him, and the country celebrated.
The top scholar got up especially early today, because the housekeeper told him that the princess's sedan chair will soon arrive, popping ...... the whip ruffled, and the housekeeper hurriedly barged in: "Gongzi! The princess's palanquin has arrived, the princess has arrived."
The first scholar was so excited that he took three steps and made a step, rushed out the door, uncovered the door of the sedan chair: "Princess ......" But see a green dress of the princess sitting in the sedan chair, smiling like a flower. Scholar a burst of dizzy drunk: the princess is so familiar ah, seems to have seen countless times in the dream, but always can not remember.
The night of the wedding, Scholar Yuan and the princess four eyes deep love, the door was suddenly knocked open, Scholar Yuan fixed eyes, is serving their own many years of the maid, the maid began to take care of Scholar Yuan since childhood, like to wear a white dress, the maid walked to the Scholar Yuan in front of the body of a bow, the eyes full of teardrops: "Prince, the maid since young to wait for you, today you have to say goodbye to you. "
Shuyuan fierce gusts of heartache: "For what reason?"
The maid lifted up her pants leg, a deep scar remained on her snow-white leg, the maid pointed to the princess and said, "Before I leave, I want to avenge the arrow of that year, so please give me the grace of the Prince." Scholar was shocked, his hands protect the princess, "What is it that you are after?"
The maid teardrops came out of the socket, miserable and looked at the scholar: "The gentleman saved the grace, hate can not immediately report, cultivation of a thousand years before being able to turn into a person, Yin Yin promised, today, the gentleman gold list, the former destiny is complete, to a grace to eliminate a hate, hope that the gentleman cherish."
The maid once again y bowed, salute and then retreated to the depths of the court, dancing, but see the bright moon, white snow, like a dream, dancing to the depths of the maid squeaked and chirped, sound miserable.
Bright moon in the sky, the scholar murmured and stood, as if he saw the sunset, the distant mountains, green hills, the high, that a group of white shadow dancing and singing, dreaming of the scholar's brain is full of green shadow pretty face, dreaming of waking up, the scholar a thousand looking for, but that fluttering white shadow?
From that night, never seen the maid, some people say: in the depths of the distant mountains, sunset, can always see someone in the dance, the scholar Lang also sent people looking for countless times, and then never found.
And some people say, that night the maid wailed and chirped, sang a song, the song is so sung:
I am a practice of a thousand years of fox
thousands of years of practice, thousands of years of loneliness
deep in the night when there is no one to hear me cry
disappearance of the lights there can be someone to see my dance
I'm a waiting for a thousand years of fox
I am a waiting for a thousand years of fox
I'm a waiting for a thousand years of fox
A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of loneliness
Who planted the parasites of love in the dust of the world
Who drank the poison of love in the sea of people
When I loved you, you were poor and struggling to study
When I left you, you were in your wedding room
Can I have one more dance for you
I'm the white fox that you set free a thousand years ago
I'm the white fox that you released a thousand years ago
I'm the white fox that you released a thousand years ago
I'm a white fox that you released a thousand years ago
Look at the way my arms are floating
All my vows and promises have vanished into thin air
Can I dance another dance for you
Just for that one look back at you when you were leaving
Look at the way my arms are floating
All the days of my life have vanished into thin air
It was a long time ago when I was leaving you.