Bai Yue obviously didn't know that the reason why the man in Tsing Yi was indifferent from beginning to end was just because the Bai family, who was like a behemoth in the eyes of others, was just like a speck of dust in his eyes.

At this time, it is getting closer and closer to the excitement of many men here.

After a while, an old bustard slowly walked up to the center of the white jade platform on the first floor.

"Everyone here has been waiting for Oiran for a long time, I wonder who is fortunate to be her benefactor today?"

As soon as the old bustard's voice fell, a woman with a graceful posture and skin like snow slowly stepped on the wooden ladder on the second floor to go downstairs with a guqin.

The woman in white clothes won the snow, put the guqin on the shelf, and then sat in the center of the stone platform, but her eyes looked at the people in front of her.

"The concubine played a song "Water Dragon Yin" first."

"The flowers are deep in the floor, the painting curtain is half rolled and the east wind is soft, the spring returns to Cuimo, the flat sha is delicate, and the weeping poplar is shallow. Late days to promote flowers, light clouds and rain, light cold and light warm ......"

The woman's voice is particularly cold, like a cold deep pool, this song has also turned into a resentful winter snow in everyone's hearts, making people's hearts seem to be tangled, like a sharp knife scratching back and forth on the heart, painful.

Everyone present was sad, only the man in Tsing Yi frowned, because this voice was too similar to a person, but although the owner behind the veil was also a celestial person, he was not the person in his heart.

Bai Yue, who was on the side, almost burst into tears when he heard this singing, and looked at the woman in the center of the white jade platform and couldn't help but show sympathy.

"I'm afraid they are the most involuntary women in ancient times." Bai Yue sighed slightly, he could already hear that the song sung by the women was sad, they had no right to love, they were like a tool, they could only be chosen and used.

"Play one more song."

When the woman was about to put the piano away, a warm male voice suddenly broke the peace.

Everyone looked at each other, looking for the source of the sound, and Luo Qisu held the guqin's plain hand for a while, looked around, and finally stopped at a man in Tsing Yi, not because of how good-looking the man looked, but because she subconsciously felt that the male voice just now was made by this man in Tsing Yi. It's just that the man in Tsing Yi didn't change his expression in the slightest when he looked at Luo Qisu, as if he was not facing a beautiful woman, but a skin in a crowd of beings.

Isn't it? Luo Qisu couldn't help frowning.

Immediately afterwards, the man in Tsing Yi confirmed that the woman's directness is always accurate.

"Play one more song." The man in Tsing Yi said lightly.

Sure enough, it was him!

Although Luo Qisu's judgment was correct, she couldn't figure out what this man was thinking from the expression of the man in Tsing Yi, which surprised her, after all, the woman in the smoke willow painting bridge has been taught to know people's hearts since she was a child, and she judges her inner thoughts by observing the words and deeds of others, and the effect of this method is always inseparable.

But when she met this man, Luo Qisu couldn't find any flaws in him, as if she was not facing a talented man with seven emotions and six desires, but a monk with a pure heart and few desires.

Doesn't it say that a talented person is a good beauty? Why did she feel like she had never been in the eyes of this man?

Before Luo Qisu could think about it, everyone in the hall began to express their dissatisfaction.

"We're not here to see the play, we have to listen to the music and go to the teahouse by ourselves!"

"It's like, everyone has been waiting for so long, isn't it a waste of time to listen to another song?"

"Why bother, it's not like it's going to be like it sooner or later—haha!"

Luo Qisu looked at the laughing guest, and seemed to have a realization in his heart, it turned out that he wanted to be tortured a little later, but what difference did it make if it was sooner or later?

Luo Qisu cast a grateful glance at the man in Tsing Yi, signaling him not to be an enemy of everyone in the hall, after all, the identity that can come here is big or small, and causing a public enemy will make it difficult for him to get along in Changyang in the future.

It's just that Luo Qisu found that no matter how he hinted with his eyes, the man in Tsing Yi never responded, and his expression never changed in the slightest, which made Luo Qisu quite annoyed in his heart, thinking that the man was a dead nerd, stupid elm, and didn't know how to be flexible.

After all, because of me, I can't let this nerd lose his great future. Luo Qi Su said in his heart.

It's just that before Luo Qisu could speak, the thin lips of the man in Tsing Yi trembled slightly, and a strong drink sounded in everyone's ears.

"Noise!"

What a powerful force!

Luo Qisu looked at the people in the hall, and sure enough, everyone stopped saying nothing under the man's loud shout, such a strong momentum made everyone realize that the identity of the man in Tsing Yi may not be underestimated, and no one wanted to continue to annoy the man, not to mention that they could still afford to wait for the time of a song.

"Play one more song," the man in Tsing Yi looked at the woman in white calmly, "You can also choose to refuse, there is only one chance." ”

Luo Qisu, who was holding the guqin, bit her lips, ashamed and annoyed, the man's domineering words made her want to refuse deliberately, but her intuition told her that it was not a good thing to offend this man.

That's it, who calls her status low, just a little Qinglou woman, she can't afford to provoke it.

Luo Qisu put down the guqin and whispered to the man in Tsing Yi with some anger: "The little woman is not talented, she recently created a song "Cai Wei", please appreciate this son." ”

"Picking the weed, picking the weed, and the weed also stops. It is said that it will return, and the years will not end. The house is beautiful, and the reason for the rampant. Not to mention the start of the house, the reason for the rampant ......"

Although Luo Qisu played very carefully, half of his mind was on the man in Tsing Yi, and he paid attention to the demeanor of the man in Tsing Yi from time to time. But seeing that the man closed his eyes, he seemed to deliberately plan not to let himself see his emotions, so he had to devote himself to this song "Cai Wei", never thinking that his usual grudge was not there, but he actually popped out a cheerful meaning.

The end of the song.

Luo Qisu left the strings with his hands and looked at the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi slowly opened his eyes sensitively and said flatly, "You are very similar to her, but not as good as her." ”

Luo Qisu was slightly stunned, no matter how she thought about it, she never expected it to be such an evaluation.

A woman is most afraid of being compared with another woman, and she is more afraid of being inferior to that woman.

Although I don't know if she is really the person in the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi, Luo Qisu knows that this man will not say this sentence for no reason.

So, did he let himself play another song just because he remembered his old friend? Who is that old man?

The biggest possibility is that Luo Qisu no longer wants to guess, she wants to speak and stop, and finally turns into a sigh in her heart, holding the guqin to arrange her skirt and slowly walk towards the second floor.

There is one more sad thing today, I knew that she should have refused.