As the saying goes, there are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation for half a sentence.

As a socialist three-good young man who grew up under the red flag, Gu Nan and Zhao Yiren, a powerful bourgeoisie under the feudal system, have nothing to say at all.

The two sat at a table drinking wine, and talked without saying a word.

But I don't know why Zhao Yiren's interest seems to be very high, and he always takes the initiative to bring up the topic.

Just as Gu Nan was thinking about whether to find an excuse to withdraw first, there was a commotion from the crowd not far away.

"Painting fairy, painting fairy girl is here."

"Where? Let me see. ”

"Where, where?"

The voice of the person shouted, Gu Nan held the wine glass, his eyes were unconsciously attracted to the past, and he saw a woman walking onto the high platform of the pavilion from a distance.

Wearing a silk dress, the hem of the skirt swayed with her steps, like a lotus leaf moving slightly in the wind. There are not many ornaments on the head, just a simple hair ornament with your hair tied. The silky black hair hangs down on the half-exposed snow-white shoulders, with an inexplicable charm.

I looked at her face carefully, but because of this tulle, I couldn't see it clearly.

I only saw a pair of eyes, those eyes were as charming as silk, just a slight glance at the people in the building, it made people feel fascinated.

There is a tear mole under the left eye, but it highlights her charm more vividly and exquisitely.

"It's beautiful."

Zhao Yiren, who was sitting beside Gu Nan, muttered with a confused expression.

Gu Nan woke up and found that all the people in the hall were looking at the figures on the high platform, and no one said a single superfluous word.

In the East Hairpin Building, for a while, she poured a glass of wine, and the sound of the wine jug and the wine glass touching each other was very obvious.

The girl on the high platform smiled softly, but the small voice was heard very clearly in the silence of the audience.

"The little woman doesn't know the depths, and she has to hold a poetry meeting according to her own preferences. In this land of flowers and willows, I only hoped that there were a few guests to learn poetry and writing, but I didn't expect the guests to be full. I'm very happy, and thank you in advance. ”

"Don't be polite to paint fairy girls, the East Hairpin House Poetry Club is a great pleasure in Xianyang, and I am here to support the scene is what I want, why do I need to say thank you?"

"That's it, what's more, it's such a beautiful invitation to paint fairy girls, how can I wait?"

"Hahaha."

"Don't be cheap to yourself, if you are cheap, what are we?"

The guests in the hall responded to the words of the painting fairy, and it was noisy for a while, but it took a long time to calm down.

Gu Nan took the wine bottle and looked at the high platform.

Her eyesight is excellent, but from a distance of more than ten meters, she can see the expression of the fairy girl.

I saw the painting fairy cover her mouth and chuckle, but there was no smile in her eyes at all.

Gu Nan could see it very clearly, those eyes were very charming, but they had no luster at all, and there was a dead silence.

She spoke, her voice still tinged with that coquettishness. If you listen closely, you can still hear some coolness.

It's hard to imagine two completely opposite looks and tones of voice appearing in one person at the same time.

"Don't laugh, the little woman is already a family in distress, how can she not be cheap and famous?"

After speaking, the painting fairy seemed to purse his mouth, and continued to speak for a long time.

"Today, in addition to the poetry meeting, the little woman also hoped to find a son who was pleasant, so she handed over her body to ······"

After speaking, the painting fairy Yingying bowed and turned to leave.

Rumble!

The painting fairy had already left, but the atmosphere in the hall was like a drop of hot oil dripping into the boiling water and exploding.

"Mom, how will this poem sign up for me!"

"And me, and me, I tell you, today, no one should rob me!"

"I think I still have some poetic talents, talented and beautiful women since ancient times, old mother, count me in."

·······

The sound of registration came and went, and the bustard in the hall was so busy that he couldn't stop.

I saw her twisting her bloated figure proudly, and shouted: "Today is a big day for painting fairy girls, this price naturally can't be the same as in the past, this hundred gold, two hundred gold can send a poem." ”

"It's nature!"

Naturally, they are all rich and noble families who can come here, and this money is really nothing to them, and they have untied their pockets.

Gu Nan looked deeply at the figure of the girl named Huaxian leaving.

Painting immortals, is it just a fairy in a painting, no matter what, it is just a painting, without its own destiny.

This green building, but it's not much to see.

Silently finished the wine in his hand and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, he was caught.

"Brother Gu, do you know poetry?" Zhao Yiren grabbed Gu Nan's hand rather interestingly and asked.

The softness of the hand made him slightly stunned.

Gu Nan was pulled by Zhao Yiren's hands, but he didn't see the other party speak for a long time.

With a dark face, he pulled out his hand: "I'm just a rough person, what kind of poetry do I know." ”

Zhao Yiren looked at Gu Nan blankly and shook his empty hand.

How can this Gu brother's hand be more comfortable than ordinary women's?

But he quickly came back to his senses and squeezed his eyes at Gu Nan.

"Brother, you don't have any idea about the fairy girl who painted it, it's better to do this, register for your brother, what about you, how about accompanying your brother to see the excitement here?"

He finally got out of the palace once, how boring this person is, and pulling someone can always be a lot more lively.

looked at Zhao Yiren, who was a little hospitable and excessively in front of him.

Gu Nan's face showed a strange look.

This guy can't be a glass.

Thinking about it, he looked at Zhao Yiren carefully, he was dressed extraordinarily, he should be a noble child.

I heard that this official family has some strange habits, isn't it really a rumor?

Thinking of this, Gu Nan shuddered all over, and quickly shook off his thoughts.

Although he maliciously arranged a wave of the other party in his heart, after all, he was kindly invited, and Gu Nan was embarrassed to save other people's face.

Idle is also idle.

Gu Nan did it again: "Then let's say okay first, you can pack the drink." ”

"Done." Zhao Yiren was also quite refreshing, and immediately waved his hand: "Old mother, bring two more pots of wine, by the way, help me and this brother next to me sign up." ”

The snowfall season in November and February.

The street outside the east hairpin building is half white, the cold wind hunts, and a few poor beggars are still begging on the street in tattered clothes.

Inside the East Hairpin Building, it is Biyu Hall, the building is roasted with fire, warm as spring, even if you only wear a single coat, it will not be cold.

People drank wine, talked about the poems, and talked about the picturesque beauty.

At the back of the hall, there was a small pavilion, which was covered with a white veil, and it was impossible to see the people inside, but she was the focus of everyone.

At this time, the painting fairy was sitting in the small pavilion, the coquettish smile on his face had receded, and he did not have the charm in front of the hall at all, with an indifferent coldness.

I thought that I could rely on my own thin art to defend herself, but the woman who arrived here couldn't escape from the goods to others after all.

I remembered what my old mother said to her today.

The corners of the fairy's mouth hooked a miserable smile.

She is already dead, just find someone randomly, what can she do?

There was no sound in the pavilion, but there was a commotion outside the pavilion, but the poetry meeting had already begun.