This crisp bell made the entire Mianyue Building quiet, even the girl who was performing a hot dance downstairs and Xiao Si who served tea and water all looked up curiously, and someone actually rang Xiaoyue's bell, Xiaoyue is the name of this bell. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The moment of silence was followed by a warm noise, many people don't believe that there is such a fool, Xiaoyue Ling is simply an eye-catching thing, who has nothing to do with it, does it really have that kind of confidence?

You must know that the consumption of Mianyue Building is not low, and the worst private room will cost three times, and many literati are making up their wallets. Now Yang Wei's behavior looks like a fool to others.

Yun Shu didn't know the rules here at all, and Yang Wei raised his head proudly under the distressed expression on Su Xun's face, although it wasn't for his money, but this high-class private room cost a full eight dollars!

The painting screen came over and knocked on the door: "May I ask if it was the Xiaoyue bell pulled by the son, and please hand over the poems." ”

Yun Shu opened the door and saw that the person who came was actually the painting screen that he had just teased, smiled awkwardly and said, "This bell was pulled by my companion, this is it." ”

Yang Wei handed over the song "Fortune Operator" in the surprise on the painting screen and said: "Take it quickly, don't make Zhao wait for a long time!" ”

The painting screen took the manuscript and glanced at it, and was immediately attracted by this dreamlike word, woke up in Yang Wei's urging, bowed lightly to the people in the room, and then turned around and walked towards Zhao's room.

Yun Shu's eyes followed the picture screen and saw the special room, which was actually a balcony sticking out from the third floor, but this balcony was sticking in. The perimeter is not separated by a curtain wall or a bamboo curtain, but by a layer of tulle.

All the private rooms can observe the women in the room through the layer of tulle, but they can't see clearly through the tulle, this kind of foggy tulle is the most anxious, but also the most sultry, I can't wait to tear it open to see what is going on.

In the tulle-shrouded room, the painting screen whispered to a woman with a veil, and the woman picked up the manuscript and read it again, and then was shrouded in the loneliness and sadness of the poem, and lightly opened her lips: "Startled but turned back, there is hatred and no one is provincial." Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold. ”

Gently put down the paper in his hand and repeated in a low voice: "Lonely sandbar cold ......"

looked at the appearance of his young lady and said, "Does my sister want to meet this person?" ”

"Of course, I think the person who can write this poem must be a talented and amorous son!"

"But he doesn't seem to want to be ...... as his sister said."

"How many times have I told you that you can't judge people by their appearance! Go and get that son! By the way, he pulled Xiaoyue Ling, I still went to meet him in person, after all, we were invited by Aunt Chun, and since we came, we had to abide by other people's rules. ”

Huaping looked at her young lady helplessly and complained: "Sister likes to think about others like this......"

The woman glanced at the screen and said, "That's such a complaint." After speaking, he walked towards Yun Shu's room, and the painting screen reluctantly followed.

Yun Shu got up and said after learning about the purpose of Yang Weila's bell: "Brothers, let's go, your money is spent in vain." ”

Yang Wei asked puzzledly, "Why?" ”

"Don't you know that this bell is for fools? It's just a gimmick made by others, and it's a fathead fish like you who is stupid and has a lot of money......"

Yang Wei laughed and said, "You say I'm a fathead fish? ”

Looking at Su Xun's affirmative look, Yang Wei got up and was about to smash Mianyue Tower, but looking at Yun Shu's gaze, he still sat down in a daze.

The knock on the door ignited Yang Wei's violent temper, and he got up and opened the door and scolded: "Straight thief!" Dare to play a certain family, have you eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall? ”

But then he made a sharp voice as if he was choked by the neck, and the person in front of him was not Xiao Si's thug in the Mianyue Building, but two weak and slender women, Yang Wei, who had never blushed, said with a face like Guan Gong's cry: "Is there something wrong with the two girls?" ”

Zhao Xiangxiang frowned and said, "Shouldn't we be invited in?" ”

In a hurry, he invited the two women into the private room in the jealous eyes of others, and said in a crepe manner: "Xiaosheng Yang Wei just offended the two girls, please forgive the two of you!" ”

The laughter of poof~ came, and Yang Wei didn't have to look back to know that Yun Shu was doing the trick.

The painting screen glared at Yun Shu, who was eating melons on the brocade, this kid actually laughed at other people's politeness, what a prodigal!

Everyone sat down, and Zhao Xiangxiang asked softly: "Yang Gongzi, your poem is excellent, there should be a poignant love story in it, can you say it to Xiangxiang?" ”

How did Yang Wei know that this poem has a love story, but he knew that Yun Shu's talent was outstanding, since the words made by him must be good, he didn't expect that there was a moral in it, and he looked at Yun Shu for help.

Zhao Xiangxiang noticed his abnormality, looked at Yun Shu with his eyes, and asked strangely, "Could it be that this poem was made by this son?" ”

Zhao Xiangxiang, who has been in the red dust for so long, can see the problem at a glance, and there is a rich son who asks people to ghostwrite to make the beauty smile, this kind of thing is also common. Yun Shu, who was staring closely at the melon-eating on the brocade, said, "Is the son so unkind to see the slave family?" ”

Yun Shu, who was tasting the green pollution-free melon, smiled awkwardly and said, "This melon is so sweet, do you want to try one of the two girls?" I'll help you break the ......" After speaking, Yun Shu is like pumping his own big mouth, breaking melons~ Who invented the metaphor of all evils?

Zhao Xiangxiang glared at Yun Shu with a blushing face, and the painting screen on the side looked like it was rushing up and biting.

Su Xun on the side almost hid under the brocade, and whispered: "It's too embarrassing, it's insulting~!" ”

In the embarrassing atmosphere, Zhao Xiangxiang said: "Son, don't play tricks on the slave family anymore, please tell me about that poignant love story!" ”

Yun Shu had to clear his throat and said: "I also heard from others, the story tells that a woman named Xiaoqian is a female ghost who is manipulated by an old demon......"

Listening to the story of A Chinese Ghost Story, Zhao Xiangxiang and the two pear blossoms fell into the rain, and even Su Xun on the side looked sad, and Yang Wei was even more angry and scolded the crown.

"That's the story! Xiaoqian was reincarnated, and Ning Caichen entered Beijing to take the exam, how about the perfect ending? Yun Shu looked at the appearance of everyone and asked helplessly after finishing the whole story.

"Childe's story is really poignant and tactful, touching and heartwarming, and this poem is also excellent!" After Zhao Xiangxiang finished speaking, she lifted the veil on her face, Yun Shu looked at Zhao Xiangxiang blankly, the melon in her hand fell to the ground, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

This Zhao Xiangxiang actually looks exactly the same as his girlfriend Yin Yin in her previous life! Yun Shu's mind went blank, and he slowly walked over and stretched out his hand to touch Yin Yin's cheek, but the girl's dodging made him come back to his senses.

Although the woman in front of her looks like Yin Yin, her temperament is very different, Yin Yin is a female man who has beaten hooligans, but she is not the weak woman in front of her. Thinking of Yin Yin's punches and kicks at that time, Yun Shu still remembers it vividly.

Zhao Xiangxiang looked at Yun Shu, who was sad and surprised with tears on his face in front of him, and asked in surprise, "Yun Gongzi, what's wrong?" ”

Shaking his head, he kicked the thoughts in his head away, looked at the woman in front of him, and said, "Yun is abrupt." ”

Yun Shu didn't believe that there was such a coincidence in the world, people who were thousands of years apart could actually look exactly the same, and a little mole on his face and chin all grew in the same place, and it was exactly the same.

"I didn't mean to, but you look like a friend of mine!" After speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Zhao Xiangxiang, which was a sketch of Yun Shu's girlfriend in his wallet.

The square piece of paper from Yun Shu's hand was slowly opened, and with the exclamation of the picture screen, Yang Wei and Su Xun looked at the sketch on the table like curious babies and were stunned in surprise, how is this possible?!

The woman in the painting is the same as Zhao Xiangxiang in front of him, which makes it difficult for everyone to accept, two people who have never met, how could Yun Shu draw Zhao Xiangxiang's appearance.

It's just that the woman in the painting is a lot more heroic than Zhao Xiangxiang, who is weak in Wenwen, and the modern windbreaker looks even more heroic, which can't help but make people's eyes shine.

Yun Shu wiped away her tears and said, "Miss Xiangxiang looks really like my friend, but her temperament is very different, don't disturb the girl!" After speaking, he sat on the ground gloomily, waking up from his dream, his tears had dried, and the past was gone. This may just be a joke played by God on himself, just a coincidence, a dream for a thousand years!