"Tonight, the moon is as bright as water, and the night is cool, so I can't help but play the song "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" to send a little affection. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Even if Xiao Dan wears makeup, she can't stop the beautiful face hidden under the fat powder, she is about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her eyes are very tender. is also because of the youthfulness, although the timbre is euphemistic and beautiful, the lyrics are still slightly poor in the lingering places, and this little mistake can be offset for her own sake.

In the far away in the courtyard sat a three-stringed player, a drummer, and a flute, all of whom were white-haired.

The door of the house was open, Dan Yousheng stood on the porch in costume, Ai Zhen had the illusion that the servant was standing on the stage, and she was also on the stage, but not as a spectator, but the shadow of the curtain.

The delusion of trance was also an illusion after all, and she soon stopped thinking about it.

The evening breeze passes through the hall, which loosens all the pores on the body, and teaches people to feel comfortable on this summer night.

She listened nonchalantly, her fingers clenching a cup of herbal tea, and she didn't bother to drink it for a long time. She looked down at the celadon lines on the wall of the teapot, remembering the man she had just bumped into, and seeing that he was acting abruptly and acting recklessly.

Well, what kind of person he is, does it matter to you?

She put down the teacup casually, and unexpectedly heard Xiaoyin, who was sitting near the left, calling softly: "Aizhen, why are you stunned, you haven't answered me for a long time." ”

"Sixth cousin," she suddenly woke up, and said embarrassedly, "don't be surprised, I've heard the play many times before, and I can't help but wander." ”

Shiyin smiled: "Hey, what's the big deal." I'm not a person who loves drama, I just want to ask you, do you like to listen to drama on weekdays? ”

Ai Zhen said: "I often heard it when I was a child, but now the life of the popular foreign school, I rarely have the opportunity to go to the theater. ”

Shi Yin said: "The piano you ordered today is very interesting, the scholar and the Taoist aunt have mutual affection, but they are testing each other. ”

Ai Zhen smiled: "Look, aren't you clear about what you say, you even understand what is said in the play." The voice of the servant rises and falls, bends and winds, like a catalyst for wine, and it is even more drunk to listen to. She only felt that her voice was getting weaker and weaker, like a wisp of smoke from a duck stove, breaking out and drowning in the air. I knew I shouldn't have been drinking.

Shiyin said: "Although it is very quiet today, if you want me to watch, you really need to be lively and lively to listen to the play, and when you go to the theater and people gather together, there will naturally be an atmosphere." Even if there are more people gathered, they can be patient to listen to the play. ”

Ai Zhen smiled: "In the end, you don't like the people here to sing badly, right?" ”

Shiyin said: "I didn't say this, not to mention that these Xiaodan are not serious singers, aren't they just waiting for ......" At this point, she refused to say it, and looked at Cheng Xian, who was listening to the play, stopped and turned back, and the meaning of teasing in her eyes was self-evident.

Ai Zhen also smiled slightly, and the two stopped listening to the play.

***

Ziheng has returned to the banquet at this moment, a group of sons and brothers are making a fuss, seeing that he is back, one of his friends named Pan Qingsong hurriedly said: "Okay, Ye Ziheng, we are waiting to introduce you to a famous Dan surnamed Yurong, who is like a flower and jade, but you let the family wait--that Miss Shui saw that the main master was not there, so he went out angrily." ”

Mingdan must be an exaggeration, but the flower-like thoughts in this person's mouth should be true.

"It's not that you poured me wine, I went out to breathe, and it only took a few minutes." Ziheng smiled bitterly, "I get angry at a little thing, why do you have a water surname?" ”

It was also a coincidence that Yu Rong had just withdrawn from the banquet, but she had come back from the time to make up for the fat powder. Hearing Ziheng's ridicule outside the door, he bit his lip and went in to salute first, and sneered with annoyance: "I heard that Ye Sanye is a chic character, but I didn't want to hear your words clearly, but I looked up to it." ”

When others saw her say this, they knew that Yurong was arrogant and a well-known cold beauty, so they coaxed herself again and again, also to relieve the siege: "Third child, you have offended Miss Water, why don't you quickly punish yourself with three cups to make amends to Miss Water." ”

Ziheng was also refreshing, poured the wine and drank three glasses with his head up, and said to Yurong: "It's narrow, it's just a joke, don't take Miss water to heart." ”

Seeing such a handsome young man like him, the unhappiness in Yu Rong's heart disappeared early, and she first said to everyone: "Where did Ye Sanye offend me, it is worth your coaxing." Stretching out his hand to signal everyone to take a seat, he stepped forward and sat down in the vacant seat adjacent to Ziheng. A delicate mouth turned pale red, hooked the corners of his lips and smiled: "Several friends always talk about you, and when I finally see you today, it's not the same as I imagined." ”

At the beginning of the year, this restaurant was newly opened, and the owner thought that it was interesting to listen to music after drinking, so in order to attract business, he wanted to spend a lot of money to invite a few dramatists. Yurong has been learning art with the local Hengxiu class in Huaijing since she was a child, and she was originally born beautiful in the opera troupe, and she has some talent, the master loves her very much, but she is still young and is not allowed to go on stage, but another Hongling, who became famous earlier than Yurong, was hindered by her, and she was suppressed, and she was driven here with great effort.

didn't want to be fated to Yurong, and got acquainted with several rich sons, one of whom was quite literati Du Qipian for her life experience and recommended her to the Shanfu class in Shanghai. This dinner, everyone wanted to introduce her to Ziheng, and in the future, Yurong will be able to have one more friend when she arrives in Shanghai.

"What did they say? It's all a loss to me. Ziheng asked with interest when he took Yurong's words.

Yu Rong raised her hand to cover her mouth, yawned, and put down the hand coated with Kodan, revealing a lazy state. She turned her eyes and saw Ziheng staring at her, and suddenly felt that her actions might not be elegant, so she couldn't help showing her shyness a little, and said: "It turns out that I heard Du Gongzi and them mention that you don't have a few good words, and I thought you were probably a frivolous person, but now it seems that I have a preconceived idea and think wrong." ”

Ziheng said: "Heh, you don't know that they all say that I am not serious, but I don't know that I am the most serious one among these improper people." ”

Yu Rong was reaching out to grab a spoon of osmanthus lotus, and when she heard this, she dropped her chopsticks, knocked on the edge of the bowl and snorted softly, and said with a smile: "Your words are so tongue-twisting, then are you serious or not." ”

Ziheng said: "Of course I am serious, no one in the world will say that I am not serious." He didn't think it was funny, but it made Yu Rong laugh.

He said, "What are you good at?" ”

Yu Rong said: "Don't talk about the side, the Palace of Eternal Life is the most familiar, and Sifan can also sing - it's just that I still like the Palace of Eternal Life." He asked again: "Did the third master study opera in the past?" ”

Ziheng said: "It's just that my family likes to listen to dramas, and I have been exposed to it since I was a child, so I can't study it." This is not wrong, his mother and father both love to listen to operas, his mother loves to hold church meetings, and his father, a few years ago, as if he was unwilling to grow old, he hurried up with the trend and came back with two plays.

Pan Qingsong saw that he was talking happily with Yurong, so he squeezed his eyes at the people around him and said with a low smile: "Ye Laosan is afraid that he will have to add an aunt wife." ”

After eating, he had to take a car to go, and Ziheng recently lived in the courtyard of Pan Qingsong's house, so he took Pan's car. When the crowd walked out together, he stopped and said, "It looks like I've dropped my watch." As he walked back alone, he saw a messenger along the way, and he took him by the hand and asked, "There is a young lady who is eating at your place, with big eyes, and who is so tall." He put his hand under his chin and said, "Do you know which one?" ”

Listening to the errand pondered for a long time, but it didn't work, and his face was bitter: "Master, there are many such young ladies, how do I know which one it is?" Tell me what color she was wearing, and I can ask. ”

Who knows that Ziheng can't recall the color she was wearing, maybe it's lilac purple, maybe it's bean green, who knows, in short, she only remembers a face, and the moonlight caressing her face. He finally remembered a clue: "She has a small flower pinned to her breast." ”

The messenger said: "Today, the fifth master of the Guan family brought his three younger sisters, and the three young ladies all said goodbye to a flower." ”

Ziheng hurriedly asked, "Then are they gone?" ”

The messenger said: "No, I left three or five minutes ago." ”

Ziheng only felt that if something was lost, things were so coincidental, thinking of her face, the whole heart was soaked in disappointment, and he sighed heavily in his chest.

The messenger said: "I understand what you mean, you don't have to worry, Guan Fu can't run away from this city, if you want to find this young lady, you just need to inquire to know, it's not an easy task." ”

PS: I was listening to a song while writing this chapter, LoveIsALosingGame-AmyWinehouse