Jing Diyi shook her head, in fact, she didn't like that babbling tone, she thought of something more interesting, "I want to listen to you sing." ”

This is embarrassing him, "I have a specialization in the art industry, I really don't know how to sing, and when the young lady listens to it, her ears will suffer." ”

The people here are hypocritical, they are obviously proficient in a certain skill but they want to say that they are not good at it, and they call this modesty, Jing Diyi wondered if he was the same, "It's okay, you can sing it to me alone, I don't want you to sing any famous songs, you can sing it, hum a sentence or two." ”

"Let me do something else, chant poetry, draw and write, yes. ”

It's all the ones he does on weekdays, it's too ordinary, she wants it fresh, "I just want to hear you sing." ”

Once Jing Diyi had a thought, she had to get her wish, otherwise she would be entangled and refused to give up, and Feng Michu reluctantly pulled her back to the room. She prepared fruit melon seeds, as well as strong hot tea, picked up the soft cushion and patted it behind her waist, and sat comfortably on the couch, she grabbed the melon seeds and waited for Feng Mi to start.

Feng Michu asked, "Do you really want to sing?"

Jing Diyi nodded, learning the indecent tone of those prodigal losers, "Give me a paragraph, if you sing well, you will be rewarded." The sparkling eyes showed that she was in high spirits now, and if he didn't sing, it would be like pouring a basin of cold water, and she would definitely change her face again.

"Don't laugh if you don't sing well, Miss. ”

She promised, "Don't worry, I won't laugh at you." ”

Feng Mi thought about it for a while, and sang a passage from Nanke's book.

No one is perfect, no gold is gold, she knows this.

Just because he draws very well doesn't mean that he has the same good rhythm. Although he tasted one or two sentences when they watched the play before, he was not necessarily proficient in tasting, just like she knew how to distinguish the good and bad of embroidery, but she didn't understand embroidery.

She took a sip of tea, and listened to him sing a passage, with a strange tone, the place where the tone should be high is low, the place where it should be low is high, and the words are not clear, quite the artistic conception of a group of demons dancing.

It is like a crow that rests on a branch all night long, and like a toad that croaks in the field, in short, it is noisy and harsh, and people can't help but want to pick up the stones on the ground and throw them. Jing Diyi finally couldn't pretend anymore, and all the tea in his mouth squirted out, laughing heartily.

Feng Michu stopped, "I said I couldn't sing well." ”

She couldn't stop laughing, "Brother Feng, you are humble." "It's not just a bad song.

"Miss said she didn't laugh at it. ”

She opened her eyes and said nonsense, "If I smile, even if my eyes are crooked, the corners of my mouth are crooked, it doesn't mean that I am smiling, it just looks like a smile." ”

He didn't argue with her, he just asked, "Isn't it hard to hear?"

If you haven't heard the trained drama on the stage surround the voice of the beam for three days, and you haven't compared, you won't find it so difficult to hear. He also knows it in his heart, so she doesn't have to think about those empty words and conscience to praise his singing skills, "It's very ugly, but it can also be said that it's very special." Brother Feng, you don't have to be discouraged, there must be something in this world that sings more ugly than you, at least you won't be the one who sings the most ugly. ”

One by one, Feng Michu smiled and said, "Is this a comfort?"

"Of course, you have to thank me for pulling you back into your room. She originally thought that if he sang well, it should be her own, and she couldn't let others enjoy the blessings in vain. Now I thought that it was better to pull him back into the room, and I didn't ask him to make a mess in front of the public, but only showed her alone, which can be regarded as saving his face, "Has anyone else heard you sing?"

"When I was drinking with Cui Hu before, he coaxed me to sing two lines, and that was the first time I sang it. ”

"Then did he tell you not to sing anymore. "Or let him sing to those who don't like the eye, his singing skills are quite lethal, maybe better than a hidden weapon.

Feng Michu said, "He didn't say it, he just looked like he wanted to cover his ears but was afraid of hurting my self-esteem." I knew I couldn't sing well.

That Cui Hu was really quite righteous and endured it, "Sing it to me in the future, just sing it to me alone." ”

Feng Michu chuckled, "Isn't it ugly?" ”

"yes, it's hard to hear. She opened the small cabinet beside her and took out a small object, "Seeing that you are singing seriously, it is difficult to appreciate it." She bought it when she and her father went to play on the street, and originally thought that he would give it for a few days if it was cold, but now she is happy to give it.

Feng Mi first saw that it was a purple clay pot, and asked knowingly, "For me?"

Jing Diyi flipped it in his hand and threw it again, "I will still smash it next time you provoke me, so I picked a convenient one, and if you want to smash it, it will be easy." ”

Feng Michu put the purple clay pot in her hand on the top of the small cabinet and sat down next to her, "Didn't Miss tell you if she was uncomfortable, my head hurts again, shouldn't I rest for a while?"

The bedding on the bed was neatly stacked, and the hibiscus flowers embroidered on the quilt were as bright as fire. She knew that he was pretending to have ulterior motives, whether she could be regarded as luring the wolf into the room, "Then Brother Feng will go back to the room to rest, it's almost noon." ”

He lowered his head and pressed her lips gently, he had been cold for so many days, and wanted some compensation.

Someone's hands are starting to be unruly.

Jing Diyi bit his lip fiercely, biting out blood, he was in pain, Jing Diyi said, "Brother Feng should go back to his own room, let's rest separately." ”

"But I had a headache, a lot of pain. He stared emotionally, and after speaking softly, he entangled again, Jing Diyi was funny, she said ten days and half a month, did he deliberately forget, she was a scoundrel in the past, and today it is replaced by him.

He didn't stop twisting his thighs, his hands slotting into her lewd clothes as if on fire, and he remembered all the sensitive points of her body. Not to be outdone, she kissed back, her lips and tongues fought, and no one let anyone in the siege and plunder.

Feng Michu picked her up and walked to the bed.

After some clouds and rain, he slept soundly, Jing Diyi got out of bed barefoot, opened the small wooden box on the dresser, and there was a pill to avoid Zi here.

She poured out a grain, but she didn't take it as she used to send water, she hesitated, and glanced back at Feng Michu, that day he was holding Cui Hu's son was more decent than Cui Hu, and his face was like a father.

She put the medicine back in the wooden box, went back to the bed and grabbed his right hand to bite, her care increased, he hurt, her heart was balanced, and Feng Mi woke up in pain.

Jing Diyi didn't have a good breath and said, "If your head doesn't hurt, go back quickly, lest others know that Brother Feng, you, a scholar, are doing such obscene things during the day, and this righteous gentleman can't pretend to be able to do it." ”

Feng Michu looked at the bloody tooth marks on her hands, she bit hard, and the tooth marks were very clear, he sat up, "What's wrong?"

"I just want to bite. ”

Feng Michu smiled, "I look like a eater." He pointed to his mouth, where her bite still ached, but a new wound had been added.

She said, "Pretending to be innocent with me in front of my father, sleeping in my room during the day, why are you not afraid of my father now." ”

Before the words fell, I heard Jing Yin shouting outside the door, "Diyi." ”