"That mud-legged guy still wants to be Xiaoya?" The old bustard asked the teapot in surprise.

"Yes, I persuaded for a long time, but that person didn't listen!" The teapot shook his head helplessly, "I thought that person didn't have much money, but I didn't expect to be so generous!" ”

"Looking at the guest officer's anxious appearance, I thought it was the kind of master who went to bed in the dark! I didn't expect it to be quite emotional! The old bustard exclaimed.

The teapot didn't make it clear to Dou Zhenhai that the top brand in their Qinglou was for selling their bodies and not for showmanship, which was for the sake of fame. This rich man is cheap, and he has no interest in giving him a hug, but he likes the kind of stunner that rejects people thousands of miles away. These top cards capture this psychological trait of the guests. They do not attract guests with carnal desires, but with their talents and realms. Many famous students in Hankou have come to visit Xiaoya, but unfortunately their talents and learning are not in Xiaoya's eyes. Xiaoya has been erudite and talented since she was a child, and many tricky questions have made those fake gentlemen and pseudo-Taoists speechless and willing to bow down.

Dou Zhenhai entered the elegant private room, the house was elegantly decorated and simple, the home was all mahogany, and a fragrance came to the nose, which was completely different from the fat powder in the lobby. The bookish atmosphere in this room is very strong, the pen, ink, paper and inkstones are neatly placed on the bookshelf, and a guqin stands on the table and says that it is a study, and no one is surprised.

"The high-end places are different, and they are more tasteful than those kilns." Dou Zhenhai untied his clothes one by one, folded them neatly and put them aside. He lay naked on the bed. The bed was spotlessly cleaned, and the soft bedding was loose, and Dou Zhenhai stiffened his body for a day.

There was a knock on the door, and Xiao Ya came. "This guest officer, Xiao Yabai... Yes... Xiaoya screamed, and the startled Dou Zhenhai rolled off the bed. You rascal! Xiaoya scolded, "Where did the prodigal son come from, quickly put on his clothes and shame the eyes of the slaves." ”

Dou Zhenhai was puzzled, this Qinglou was originally a gentle mound for men and women who love obscene words, how could this little woman look like a chaste martyr, so high. But on second thought, since it is the top card, the rules must be different from those secret prostitutes. Dou Zhenhai put on his underwear and put on a gown. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little anxious. Then you can wait for me to change my clothes! ”

"You guest is vulgar, I won't take it." Saying that, Xiaoya was about to go out and leave. This Xiaoya has a very high nose bridge, snow-white skin, long legs and short body, and a pair of white rabbits looming in the light gauze clothes. Dou Zhenhai wanted to get angry, but when he saw that Xiaoya was not a vulgar thing, he immediately changed his words.

"Girl, I'm a rough man, don't mind." Dou Zhenhai clenched his fists and arched his hands, then took out a stack of dollars from his body and put it on the table. "This little money is not a tribute, so it should be regarded as a loss for me."

Xiaoya was so angry that she didn't even look at the money, "The guest officer is rude, it's just ruthless, I have always asked for a fate with the guest, this is not money... Before Xiaoya finished speaking, she saw a thick stack of dollars on the table, "It's not about money, you can't be so ignorant of the rules anymore." As he spoke, he tucked up the money. Guest, please sit here! Xiaoya pointed to the table where the guqin was placed. Then she took a set of tea utensils, gently broke off a piece of the tea cake, and brewed it with boiling water.

"The girl is so stingy, I gave so much reward, you give me such a small cup!" Dou Zhenhai walked to the bookshelf and took out a colorful plaice bowl, which was originally used in the town house, and it was not much smaller than the big sea bowl that usually serves soup for dinner. "Come, pour here!"

Xiaoya frowned, thinking, "What a local old man, forget it, for the sake of money, I will rely on him!" Xiaoya took the teapot and filled the bowl with tea.

"It's too light." Dou Zhenhai couldn't help but say that he broke off a large piece of tea cake and threw it in the bowl. "I like to drink strong tea."

"Guest officer, this is the first brew, and the brown color has not come out yet!" Xiaoya corrected her mistakes.

"Oops, you play your piano!" Dou Zhenhai stirred the tea leaves in the bowl with his hand.

Xiaoya was helpless, he didn't want to receive this guest today, but the day before yesterday came a well-educated scholar, the two of them had the same mind, Lang had a lover who was interested, and he had already secretly sympathized, and promised to redeem himself for Xiaoya. But there are unforeseen circumstances, the scholar's family has encountered an accident, the capital turnover is not good, and he is in urgent need of money, Xiaoya is actively raising money for him, so there is today's experience. If it was usual, Xiaoya would have driven away guests like Dou Zhenhai a long time ago.

Xiaoya tuned the piano, and gently plucked it with both hands, the timbre was transparent and provocative. This short paragraph was created by Xiao Ya with ancient sounds and her own original lyrics. "When is the spring flower and autumn moon, the past is like smoke. The lonely cold moonlight is difficult to calm down, and a song reminisces about youth. Xiaoya is very engaged, her expression blends with the music, not only in the song but also in the performance.

Dou Zhenhai's eyes closed slightly, and it didn't take long for him to start shaking his head. "Okay, stop, stop."

"What's wrong?" Xiaoya's piano sound has always amazed the guests, and no one has ever interrupted it halfway.

"What are you doing here? I sang dozens of words, and I didn't understand a single one! Your little song is not down-to-earth at all, where will there be a degree of singing! Dou Zhenhai sharply criticized.

"Not grounded? Is it that you don't know how to appreciate it? My song is profound, expressing a fair lady's thoughts about her husband, and even the reporter Zhang of Hankou Huabao commented that my song has the gentleness of Li Qingzhao and the melancholy of Li Houzhu, but it is worthless in your mouth? ”

Dou Zhenhai responded disdainfully, "That's why he wants to sleep with you, so he is full of praise, if the song is really good, he would have published it for you a long time ago." ”

"You talk nonsense, people are polite and treat me sincerely, how can you make what you say is a chicken and a dog thief." Xiaoya was a little angry.

"Then I ask you, did he put you to sleep? If you haven't slept, has he come to you again? Dou Zhenhai asked.

Xiaoya was so speechless by this sentence that the reporter did seem to be like Dou Zhenhai said, he coveted her, and he really never came again.

"You give me a tune, and I'll show you what is a song that is suitable for all ages and is known to women and children." Dou Zhenhai cleared his throat and hummed softly. "The peach leaves are sharp and pointed, and the willow leaves cover the sky. The chick is sixteen years older, and she has a milk name, and the lotus is called the big lotus. . . A pair of loyal lovers, both jumped into the river, and they were only heart-to-heart for loyal love. ”

At first, Xiaoya was full of disdain, isn't this Xiaoqu'er? It's simply an inferior product that doesn't enter the stream. As a result, listening to it entered the story. The helplessness, the sadness that it is difficult to become a lover, the loyalty to love, and the accusation of this era all hit the depths of Xiaoya's soul, no wonder it is said that the road is simple.

"You made this tune?" Xiaoya asked softly.

Dou Zhenhai nodded, "I was passing by Beijing, and I heard the guests of the teahouse there tell this story, and I felt very touched, so I made up this little song." ”

Xiao Ya took a pot of vegetarian wine from the bookshelf and poured it on two teacups. "I offended you just now, I apologize to you!"

"It's not easy for people in the rivers and lakes." Dou Zhenhai took the cup and drank it all. "I see you're so fascinated by this song, you must be in the same way as the protagonist in this story?"

Xiaoya swallowed again, but did not speak, tears kept sliding down in those bright eyes.

Dou Zhenhai saw that Xiaoya was so sad, and blamed himself for poking at other people's sadness. Although Dou Zhenhai is very thick, he also has a heart of pity and cherishment. He didn't know how to comfort Xiao Ya, he had an idea, he took the brush on the bookshelf and knocked it on the bowl, and started his rhythm, "Xiao Ya looks so ecstatic, handsome and smart." Beat the Diao Chan King Zhaojun, and killed Xi Shi Yang Guifei angrily. Fascinated Xuanzong Li Longji, and attracted Lu Bu to wear a clothed robe, a clothed robe. ”

Xiaoya was so amused by Dou Zhenhai that she laughed, and flicked towards Dou Zhenhai's eyebrows, "I hate it, it's not serious." ”

Dou Zhenhai scratched his head, "I am also a fallen person at the end of the world, and today I will sacrifice my life to accompany Xiaoya." Dou Zhenhai picked up a glass of wine and drank it with Xiaoya. Life is like this, there are too many sad things, and if you talk too much, you won't have anything to say, just in response to that sentence, don't say anything, it's all in the wine. Xiaoya usually drinks a good amount of alcohol, but today when it comes to sadness, the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, drinking and drinking is full of heat, and after a while, even the light yarn is untied, and Dou Zhenhai, who looks at the pair of white rabbits, swallows his saliva, and his heart is tickling, and a hot breath swells up in his heart.