When she arrived at the tea restaurant, Zhong Wei sat at a table by the window. Auntie's eyes paused, I haven't seen her for a few years, and this person has even changed a lot of habits.

Zhong Wei had already discovered her. Looking at the woman who walked in slowly from the door of the restaurant, there was a feeling of being separated from the world.

The beautiful and incomparable girl in the time, still with a little childishness and a little coquettishness, and now the woman who appeared in front of him has faded the sense of youth that belongs to the girl, graceful and gorgeous, and radiant, like a peony that is slowly blooming.

"Brother Bai Yang has been waiting for a long time?" Auntie's voice was as sweet as honey, as if she was still the girl in her memory who asked him to help buy "Baishizhai" cloud cake. Zhong Wei was slightly in a trance, he quickly got up and pulled out a chair for Auntie, choked a thousand words in his throat, and finally could only ask: "How are you doing?" ”

She seemed to be stunned for a moment, she lowered her long black eyelashes, and her white jade face was like a perfect mask. She hooked her lips very lightly, and her voice was as soft as a dandelion blown away by the wind: "Brother Baiyang, I'm fine." ”

Very good...... Is it really good? Zhong didn't want to ask, but he didn't have the qualifications and position to speak. That night, Jiang Mansion suddenly saw that every movement and every look of Nie'e was like a slow movie, frame by frame in his mind, her sadness, her cowardice, and the desire in her eyes to stop talking, like a blunt knife, constantly slamming Zhong Wei's heart, making him breathe so painful.

Zeng silently said! Where is he! Why would you give up your fiancée! If it wasn't Zeng Moyan, if it was Chen Xi, it was anyone other than Zeng Moyan, what about him, why couldn't he!

A transparent tear rolled down her eyes, slid over her pink cheeks, slid over her delicately curved jaw, and dripped onto the tablecloth printed with pink roses.

Zhong Wei looked at the tears that fell from his aunt in a daze, as if the crystal liquid flowed down his limbs and into his heart, burning the tip of his heart. Zhong Wei's fingers trembled slightly, he took out a neat fold of handkerchiefs from his pocket, and was about to touch the cheeks of Chang'e, but she turned her head to avoid it.

"Brother Bai Yang, don't do this." Xi'e bit her lip, pressed the corners of her eyes with her white fingertips, and there was a touch of astringency on her lips: "We, we can't go back to the past." Although she never thought that she had never had the same time with Zhong in her heart. Perhaps, for Zhong Future, it is the past of the three of them. But here in Chang'e, just the past between her and Mo Yan, even seeing the person in front of her, it will remind her of those dusty memories that have been sealed for a long time, so deep, so painful, so painful that she can't wait for the person in front of her to disappear from her sight forever!

"Hatsuru, can you tell me what's going on? What about silent words, why ......"

"Brother Bai Yang, don't ask." Auntie's body trembled, and her bright eyes were full of tears, "Cousin, cousin, he went to ......"

"What?!" Zhong Wei almost knocked over the coffee cup in front of him. The man who is proud of the world and amazing talent, "the stones are like jade, the pines are like emeralds, Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world", which made him ashamed of himself, and he couldn't even give birth to any comparison. The only man in his eyes who can be worthy of the first spirit...... "First spirit, you ......"

Auntie softly interrupted Zhong Wei's unfinished words: "Brother Baiyang, see you in the future, my identity is only Chen Xi's wife, this name, please don't call it again in the future." ”

Zhong Wei didn't understand why Chang'e suddenly rejected him thousands of miles away. Sensing Xiao'e's slightly trembling body and her cowardly and helpless expression, Zhong Wei's heart seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and it hurt for a while.

Yes, thinking of Chen Xi's possessiveness towards Chang'e that night, combined with the rumors he heard in the capital in the past few days, Chen Xi clearly regarded Xi'e as a forbidden child, how could he! How dare he!

"Chu Luo, don't worry, one day, I will rescue you from Chen Xi's hands! We went to Europe. Zhong Wei couldn't help but hold the soft wattle that Chang'e placed on the table. The touch between your fingers is like touching a delicate, warm and cool snow. However, before he could feel it, Chang'e had already withdrawn her hand vigorously.

"It's not too early, Brother Bai Yang, I'm leaving. If you still want to stay in the capital, just pretend you don't know me. She got up, didn't wait for the bell to stop, and walked quickly to the door of the restaurant. When her hand was about to touch the glass door, she couldn't help but glance back.

Zhong Wei, who had not yet come to his senses, looked at the shadow standing by the door with a stupid gaze: the woman had tears on her cheeks, her eyes were sad, her red lips moved slightly, and she said silently: "Forget me." ”

Zhong Wei's fist slammed on the table!

The most famous troupe in the whole capital is the Sixi class in Bada Hutong, Hanjiatan, and Manchun Garden for many years. "The Drunken Concubine", "The Second Entrance to the Palace", and "The Mulberry Garden Club" are all sung very well.

Han Chusheng's voice is mellow, his singing is tactful and charming, with ups and downs, and he is intermittent. Every time I took the stage, it was packed.

There is also a person named Pang Qiuming in the Sixi class, who is only seventeen years old this year, has been on stage for just three years, and has sung no less than 100 times, playing the role of Cui Yingying in "The Legend of the West Chamber", who is called a charming and charming, with a pair of eyes and veins, turning all beings upside down step by step, so beautiful that it is indistinguishable from male and female. Many powerful people in Beijing are secretly beating his idea, if it weren't for someone behind him, people would have been gnawed to the scum.

At the beginning of the lanterns, it is the most lively time in the eight alleys in Beiping City. Tonight's Manchun Garden has been wrapped up in the entire garden, and no outsiders are accepted. Anyone who enters the garden is required to present a gilded invitation.

In the "Drunken Flower Yin" of the box on the second floor, there is a glass kang screen of a drunken concubine on the big kang near the window, and a man in his thirties is lying on the kang on his side on a soft cushion, and a very smart little girl is serving in the smoke of blessing ~ longevity ~ ointment.

There are two mahjong tables on the carpeted flower hall, one group of people are playing mahjong, the other group is pushing pai gow, and the people next to them are all dressed in red and green like flower beauties.

The view on the second floor is very good, and you can clearly see that the stage built on the first floor is singing "Man Tingfang".

"The house is empty, and the wat is full of beds; The withered grass and withered poplar used to be a singing and dancing field. The spider silk is full of carved beams, and the green yarn is now pasted on the canopy window. What do you say that the fat is thick, the powder is fragrant, and how do the temples become frost again? ………… Messily bake you to sing and stop me from appearing, and I think that another country is my hometown. It's ridiculous, and in the end it's all about making wedding clothes for others......"

The tactful voice curls around the beam, like crying and complaining, singing endless sadness and grievances.

"I've never seen anyone on stage today." The little girl who served at the mahjong table lit the tobacco, Zhang Pengju leaned over and took a puff, spit out the smoke ring, squinted and played a card: "Yisuo".

"Kong!" Chen Shaoxing ate cards and said with a smile: "It's not strange that you don't know Pengju, this corner on the stage is called Shen Xiangyu, the newly accepted little apprentice of the Han class master, today is the first time to appear on stage, those eyes are especially good, and they can hook the soul." The last sentence was a bit of a joke.

The people at the table laughed out loud and unconsciously. Ren Nanbei gave Chen Shaoxing an arm and said jokingly: "Listen to my cousin, I want to come out on top."

The people here are all the children of rich families with great wealth and power, smoking big cigarettes, playing tricks, and competing for flowers, and there is nothing that these few people can't do.

Chen Shaoxing is a son of the Chen family in Jingkou, although he was originally a famous son and brother in this circle, he was not considered the top, but he was Chen Xi's cousin and nephew, and with the Feng army stationed in Sijiu City, he instantly became a first-rate figure in the circle.

Even if this fledgling Shen Xiangyu is high, he doesn't dare to save Chen Shaoxing's face.

Listening to Ren Nanbei's words, Chen Shaoxing smiled self-deprecatingly: "Brother Ren still doesn't know me? If I dare to bring people back, the female worm at home will not cut me! ”

It is said that Chen Shaoxing's wife is also a legend.

The Jingkou Zhang family is not such a family without a background, and it has been rich for several generations. Chen Shaoxing is a descendant of the Chen family, favored since childhood, and his grandmother is the sister of Chen Dashuai Chen Yunhong, who can be said to be born with a golden spoon.

Who would have thought that Chen Shaoxing would fall in love with the daughter of a tofu shop owner, and marry someone into the door in a hurry. The daughter of this tofu workshop once married into the Chen family, flew on the branches and became a phoenix, it is said that it is not too much to be low and small in the Chen family, who knows that this woman is very spicy, as long as one is unhappy to Chen Shaoxing, he will either beat or scold. Chen Shaoxing is also a decisive character outside, and when he came to his daughter-in-law, he turned into a worm, and even once because he danced with a dancer in the dance hall, he was almost stabbed by his daughter-in-law's palm.

Several people present listened to Chen Shaoxing's words, and couldn't help but secretly think of the young marshal of Fengjun, who was also a wife slave, and couldn't say that the nature of raking ears inherited from the Chen family's bloodline, even the cousin and cousin and nephew were in the same line.

Ren Nanbei squeezed his eyes at Chen Shaoxing: "I said cousin, if you really like it, raise people outside, and hide it from your cousin." ”

"Go! Go! Chen Shaoxing scolded with a smile: "You kid don't give me bad ideas." What's more, if this Xiangyu girl follows me, it will be a cow chewing peonies, and if you want me to say, this Brother Liang is the one who cherishes flowers. Chen Shaoxingqian arched his hand towards the man who was smoking a big cigarette on the kang.

Liang Feng, who was spitting smoke rings on the big kang, was slightly stunned, he is not a good woman, in addition to this blessing ~ longevity ~ ointment, there is only fine wine, but Chen Shaoxing's overtures he can't help but accept it, so he smiled and said: "Since Brother Chen has the beauty of an adult, then Liang is disrespectful."

Several people present suddenly made a fuss, saying that it was better to choose a day than to hit the day, and shouted for Liang Feng to set up a wine and treat him.

Chen Shaoxing hurriedly made a "quiet" gesture. Liang Feng just came from the south, and his cousin Chen Xi asked him to entertain him well, Chen Shaoxing was afraid that these people would make too much trouble and let him mess up the errand, so he smiled and changed the conversation: "Brothers, be quiet, I said that I will have a treat today, and the wine will be set up slowly in advance, and I don't know if the master of the Han class is reluctant to part with love." "That being said, but in Sijiu City, who dares not to give Chen Shaoxing face, he said this just to ease Liang Feng's cheeks.

Ren Nanbei smiled and said, "Being valued by you, cousin, is the blessing of their Sixi class." Han Chusheng burned high incense in his last life. As he spoke, he beckoned and instructed the little girl who was waiting beside him to invite Master Han to go upstairs.