"Miss Wanru? Could it be the one who was outside Shufangzhai that day...? Miss Li Wanru? ”

Zhang Yi didn't know how Li Wanru's figure appeared in his mind. Not to mention, then Li Wanru was originally born in Chunfanglou, and she is also an Oiran, and her name is right, but she is really that little girl.

It's just that this Zhang Zhijin was able to get Li Wanru's favor, but I don't know if the two have a personal relationship.

If there is, it is really a concubine, the husband sings with the wife, and the fat man is black!

But after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, Zhang Yi denied this idea again.

Outside of Shufangzhai that day, Li Wanru's heart was not that kind of talent, so it must be in that Zhang Zhijin.

"Yes, yes, it's that Wanru girl!"

The fat man nodded, and complained: "I have long heard that Miss Wanru admires Miss Wanru very much, and when I saw me yesterday, I found that the two of them really seem to have a friendship, it is really a flower inserted in cow dung!" ”

People are cow dung, what are you?

Zhang Yi laughed in his heart, although Zhang Zhijin is not very good, he is also one of the four talents in Jiangning, and he doesn't know how many streets he has thrown out compared to the fat man who started out.

Obviously, when the fat man said this, he simply couldn't eat grapes and said that grapes were sour.

But Zhang Yi won't say this, the sleeping man is the gold owner?

"Bu Gongzi really has unique insights, Zhang Zhijin and cow dung must complement each other!" Zhang Yi smiled, and followed the words of the fat man: "But Bu Gongzi, it's only morning, Chunfang Building shouldn't be open, right?" ”

Like Chunfang Building, the vast majority of Qinglou in Jiangning City follow the rules of opening in the afternoon and evening.

After all, other girls are also human beings and need to rest.

So in Zhang Yi's opinion, Baihualou is naturally no exception, and it must not have opened at this time!

"Hehe, you don't know this!" The fat man looked unfathomable, dragged his face, and said: "If you say that in the past, Baihualou naturally hasn't opened yet, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is the so-called Mid-Autumn Festival... What the hell..."

I wanted to hang the bookbag for two sentences, but when it came to the key point, it was stuck.

However, the fat man had a lot of meat on his face, and he was not ashamed, and muttered: "In short, every year today, Baihualou will invite my famous talents in Jiangning to visit the garden to write scenes and talk about poetry and lyrics, which is for the winter party."

At that time, not only all the talents, but also many red-card girls on both sides of the Qinhuai Strait will also perform on stage, and the end is very lively! Last year, Wu Yuebai and Wu Gongzi were famous in Jiangning by a painting of ink and wash Danqing "Jiang Xue Lonely Fishing Picture". At that time, even our Jiangning prefect was extremely praised! ”

Mid-Autumn Festival?

Listening to the explanation of the fat man, Zhang Yi remembered that it was already the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Come to think of it, he has been in this world for three months and ten days, but he has finally barely integrated into society.

It is said that the Mid-Autumn Festival is full and people are reunited, but somehow he remembered his parents in the previous life, and he didn't know if they were also missing themselves at this time.

And the girlfriend who has been talking for three months, but hasn't even held hands, will you remember today that there was once someone who accompanied her to look at the stars in the night sky in the middle of the night.

The right path is a leaf of thought, and every inch is cold.

The more he missed, the more the sourness in Zhang Yi's heart became more and more dry.

He is not a person in this world after all, and even if he blends into it, he still feels that he is different.

For no reason, a delicate little face appeared in my mind, auntie.. Erniang..... Seventeen Niang.

The figure of a little lady appeared in his mind unconsciously at this time, and at this moment, the originally troubled heart finally calmed down.

Yes.

Although my buddy is in a foreign land, aren't there still seventeen little ladies who love me and love me?

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Zhang Yi immediately came back to his senses.

As the fat man said, since this winter will be so high-end, wouldn't it be a good place to advertise?

As long as one or two poems are slightly revealed on it, buddies will not become the four talents of the new generation?

"Bu Gongzi, so now that the winter party has begun?" Zhang Yi hurriedly asked.

"Naturally, it's already open, but there's nothing to see in front of it, it's just some red-card girls singing a little song or something, and I'm tired of listening to those old-fashioned tunes every year!" The fat man smiled, suddenly remembered something, and continued: "But this year seems to be a bit special, it is said that there is an Oiran named Lin Yun'er from the capital, and he also brought a lot of talented people here, I guess there should be something to see!" Hey! ”