Hua Ting was in the office on the second floor of the Las Vera casino, idly looking through a monthly account book in her hand, and the manager Ah Yao was standing behind her and leisurely holding a cup of flower tea, yawning from time to time because she was too idle; He was pleasantly surprised to find that Miss Bai needed less and less places for him to mention, and it would not be long before he could retire.

Hua Ting finished flipping through the thick January ledger, hooked a page with his white fingers, closed the ledger again, and threw it on the table.

There was no problem, but she was a little distracted, and she couldn't read the numbers, so she just flipped them roughly.

Where does the emotional struggle of loss come from? Did you fail to participate in Jian Yi's mission plan? Or is it because of love?

Hua Ting took her coat and walked out, just out of the casino gate, the golden warm sun sprinkled her all over her head, and suddenly saw the sun from the obscure darkness, Hua Ting closed her eyes uncomfortably. After a few seconds, I opened it again, only to see Jian Yi in the sunset, dressed in a plain Western-style suit, leaning on the car body leisurely, with a gold-trimmed face, and smiling warmly at her.

Unexpectedly, for no reason, the mood became happy, and the corners of her lips curled up, and she walked towards him with a smile one by one.

"Tired, aren't you? Walk! Go home and eat! Jane gentlemanly pulled the car door for her.

Hua Ting's cat body got into the co-pilot, "What are you going to do today?" ”

The engine sounded, the car started slowly, Jian Yi held the steering wheel with one hand, and the other hand on the window, looking like an old dead machine, "Braised pork ribs with garlic." ”

"Oh, authentic Shanghainese food." In fact, Hua Ting has eaten a lot of times.

"Exclusive Secret!"

"yes...... "Hehe."

Hua Ting unconsciously leaned her head against the car window, the cold touch was pasted, and the wonderful interlacing of time and space made her have a momentary trance, should she be in this era with Jane to grow old?

Why do you have a wonderful illusion of an old husband and wife?

Passing by the ancestral hall of the ancient family, at this point, I vaguely heard a drama babbling in the courtyard of the ancestral hall; Hua Ting curiously shouted to stop, thinking that her grandfather had returned; In the past, it was said that Master Shi specially arranged the performance time of "Mu Guiying in Charge" at night or in the evening for the inspection and inspection, because the inspection inspector always has important things to do, and he can't see a play from the beginning to the end during the day.

She pushed the door in, and it was a group of actors playing tricks to shake Yunxiu's soft waist, and they were in full swing.

Seeing the two of them come in, everyone suddenly quieted down, stopped their movements and looked curiously.

Among them is charity.

Why did the drama start this big night?

Master Shi put on his coat and came out, and walked in front of the two of them while putting on his sleeves, a man of fifty or sixty years old, his thin face was smiled, and his folds were wrinkled, "Is Miss Bai here to supervise the work?" ”

"Overseer?" Hua Ting's eyes fluctuated, and he only felt that the words of Master Shi in front of him had a bit of flattering intentions.

Master Shi's eyes turned on Hua Ting, and continued: "On Mr. Bai's birthday 5 days later, I specially invited our entire troupe to go to Juxintang Teahouse to sing three plays," Master Shi has been singing for most of his life, his voice is tired, and he has turned several corners even when he speaks, "I thought Miss Bai was coming to the prison, thanks to Mr. Bai's appreciation, the old man's body is afraid that he can't support a play, I hope Mr. Bai won't mind at that time." ”

"Don't mind! Of course not! A polite tone made Hua Ting feel unaccustomed.

Master Shi welcomed the two into the courtyard, and kept saying: "The troupe of the ancient ancestral hall is not as good as before, people say that there are only a few of our troupes singing around, there is nothing new, and some are not even willing to watch it, but fortunately, Mr. Bai appreciates it...... "Let's do it......

The troupe that can perform in the Juxintang teahouse will generally become popular quickly within a week, and the cost of the performance will soar, not to mention that Master Shi has such a big troupe to support, and he will inevitably be a little excited.

It's just that to her surprise, Shi Yinai can actually sing.

And there are some of them.

Shi Yinai took out a neatly placed placket and neatly overlapped mandarin duck collars, and carefully shook them open, and the big satin was gorgeously and intricately printed with bright flat gold embroidery, and the red eyes were bright and blind.

She put on the bright red costume, and the cuffs and neckline were all raised with juanli peony embroidery, which made this pretty face more and more ethereal.

Jane also leaned against the wooden box on the side, and looked at her eyebrows and suddenly became distracted.

Hua Ting squinted, as if something had been suddenly torn off, and a dull sound came from deep in her chest, which made her feel a sharp pain.

Shi Yinai lightly opened her lips and made a tune, and a crisp and crisp singing voice suddenly sounded in this already lively courtyard.

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, like this, they are all paid with broken wells, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, and the courtyard is happy. Flying towards the twilight roll, the clouds and the cuixuan, the rain and the wind, the smoke and waves painting the boat, the Jinping people can see this Shaoguang cheap ......"

Shi Yinai's pair of bright eyes stared directly at the chic and handsome face in front of him, completely as the girl next to him was air.

Looking at the appearance of these two people's eyebrows, Hua Ting's heart was full of sourness, and he was about to gush out.

But she restrained herself.

Shi Yinai sang emotionally, and her eyes were tightly locked on Jian Yi beside her.

The last crisp end note did not stop, she turned around, took her clothes around, and raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth were also dyed with a smile, and she was described as a suave little student with jade-faced starry eyes, her phoenix eyes were slightly slanted, and she picked it out as if asking Jian Yi.

Shi Yinai's voice is not as gorgeous and rich as other plays, and the words and lines are quite casual, but it has a low and disturbing natural charm, which slowly hits everyone's ears like a drop of water between stones.

Jane also applauded and walked towards her, "Good singing!" ”

Shi Yinai smiled with a pair of eyes, and his gaze circled from Hua Ting's body and returned to Jian Yi's face, "You know that I can't hide it, right?" ”

Jian Yi smiled and said in a casual tone: "I've been partnered with you for so long and I didn't know that you could sing, but when I heard it just now, it was really taught by Master Shi, and your singing style is like him." ”

"If you want to say that my singing style is less than one-tenth of his."

Let Lao Tzu stand here to see if you can chat? Hua Ting shook his throat, turned around and said, "Lao Tzu has gone back." ”

Jane was expected to follow.

*****

On the way back, Hua didn't say a word.

Although Jane also felt strange, she couldn't ask the reason from her mouth.

There was silence in the huge hall of Jane's house, only the sound of chopsticks and knives and forks, and the dishes were placed in the middle of the long table, and Jane also sandwiched a cowboy bone, cut it slowly for her, and then sent it to her bowl.

Tonight's table of dishes can be described as a large collection of meat, pork ribs, steak, and local chicken pot, but Hua Ting has no motivation to eat.

In fact, the decoration design of the Jian family's mansion is also a contradiction that is quite strict, all the rules in the house are a combination of Chinese and Western, just like this meal, the food eaten by the two is obviously Chinese, but the Western-style long table is used, and the ranking is the ancient Chinese rules, the long room is on the left, the second room is on the right, the men are in the front, and the women are in the back.

It is conceivable that if Jian Yi marries three wives and four concubines, she can fill this Western-style long table.

It's ridiculous to think about this Mrs. Jane like this, if you want to say that Jane also marries a concubine, the most likely one to marry will only be Shi Yinai, which round will get Chen Jingzhi?

"Sister Hua, why don't you speak?"

Hua Ting's face was expressionless and swallowed a mouthful of this kid's secret garlic pork ribs, although the taste was not bad, but the face of Fang Cai Shi Yinai flashed in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curved a trace of cold arc.

"Sister Hua, you're so weird and scary, it can't be that there is something wrong with this rib, right?" Jane also ate two pieces, and she didn't feel that anything was wrong, but it was quite delicious.

Hua Ting opened her mouth, and a chill rose from the bottom of her heart, "When are you going to marry a concubine?" ”

"Concubinage?" Jian Yi was slightly surprised, "Sister Hua is kidding." ”

Hua Ting was very different from usual, with an almost irrepressible irritability in his tightly knit brows, "Or rather, you don't plan to marry a concubine, but want me to give way." ”

"Huh!?" Jian Yi put down her chopsticks, reached out and rubbed the soft fine hair that hung down on her shoulder, "You listened to my mother's words, right?"

Hua Ting's face sank suddenly, and his tone became more arrogant and disdainful, "It is normal for men in this era to have three wives and four concubines, and it doesn't matter if I say it, I don't like you anyway." ”

"Sister Hua," Jane leaned close to her, "do you think I'm going to do that?" ”

Hua Ting quietly distanced himself from him, turned his head, and the two of them faced each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward all of a sudden.

Jian Yi still put a piece of ribs in her bowl as always, and said, "Whether you like me or not, I can't marry her." ”

Maybe it was his gentle voice, maybe it was his doting expression, or maybe it was the soft touch of his fingertips, Hua Ting's originally restless heart was inexplicably calmed down.

"It doesn't matter to me whether to marry or not."

Anyway, I don't know if I'll be gone one day. (To be continued.) )