Chapter 152: Drunken Singing

"He's drunk enough, too. Yiyi Pavilion More good, this guy's alcohol consumption doesn't seem to have changed. Yang Moxi was half-lying on the chair.

"It is said that there are things in the heart, there are sorrows, and it is easier to get drunk. He used to have too many things in his heart. Now, what you want to get is what you want, and what you don't want to lose is lost. Under the balance of the two, the things in my heart are no less than before. Zhou Yu's fair face began to turn red.

Yang Moxi's wine is not only intoxicating, but also has enough stamina.

Zhou Yu stood up, but his body swayed, and he couldn't stand a little unsteadily.

Yang Moxi supported him, but the two fell to the ground together, looked at each other, and laughed.

The two supported each other to get up, and staggered to Xiao Zhenghong's side and sat down.

"At this time, you should play your sword and sing. The long gong is back! Eat no fish. The long gong is back! Out of the car. Yang Moxi patted the back of Xiao Zhenghong's hand and said.

Xiao Zhenghong glanced at the endgame on the table, "Isn't that a fish?" Cars are also available. โ€

Although he was a little drunk, he was quite clear-headed.

Yang Moxi asked people to send two flutes up, handed one to Xiao Zhenghong, and then blew it himself.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the guzheng came, echoing the sound of the flute. Everyone who hears it has something in their hearts. When I closed my eyes, there seemed to be many points of light in the darkness, and when I got closer, I saw that each point of light recorded a piece of the past.

"Stirring up the sound to feel the remainder, willing to take the knee to speak. If you want to swear by yourself, you are afraid of being ashamed; Wait for the phoenix bird to make a speech, afraid of others first. Confused and tranquil, the soul must be momentary and nine are willing to be in the clothes and collar, Chenghua is the first of the Yu Fang; The night of sorrow is gone, and the autumn night is not young! Xiao Zhenghong's fingers were clapping on his knees, and he was reading in his mouth.

Xiao Zhenghong raised the flute and put it under his lips, and the sound of the flute sounded.

Yang Moxi put down the flute in his hand and whispered to Xiao Zhenghong that he hadn't finished, "I am willing to wear it in my clothes and tie my slender body; Sigh the cool and cool strange air, or get rid of the old and take the new! I am willing to be in the hair, and brush the temples on the shoulders; The sorrowful beauty is repeatedly bathed, and it is fried from white water! I am willing to be in the eyebrows, and look at it with leisure; The sorrowful fat powder is still fresh, or it may be destroyed in the makeup ยทยทยทยทยทยท"

"May it be a candle at night, and the jade will shine on the two wings; The light of sorrow and Fusang, the dying scene and the hidden light! I wish to be a fan in bamboo, with a soft grip; The morning of the sad white dew is zero, and the sleeves of Gu are in remembrance! I wish to be a paulownia in the wood, and a harp on the lap; Sadness and happiness come with sorrow, and finally push me and drop out! Zhou Yu also joined in with wine.

Liu Shiyu was lying on the ground, turned over, and the whole person was in the shape of a "big", quite like a person facing the sky.

The sound of the guzheng suddenly changed, Xiao Zhenghong slowed down a few beats, but also changed.

The two echo each other, and it is a completely different melody.

Yang Moxi was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile.

"The drums are dark. Time only relieves people to grow old. Seek a good day. Qi Jietuo. The fairy is a fisherman's pride. The green water is long, and the sky is gone. How can the floating life be young for a long time? Don't hesitate to get drunk and laugh. Must be believed. When is the end of everything in the world? โ€

A song was sung from Yang Moxi's mouth, and then the guzheng and Xiao echoed it, which sounded particularly pleasant. The artistic conception in the words is also vividly reflected.

Zhou Yu half-squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to applaud in front of Yang Moxi.

The sound of the flute stopped, and the sound of the guzheng disappeared.

There was a very light sound of footsteps coming from the staircase.

The ears of the three men who had not yet fallen were excellent, but they were paralyzed by alcohol, and they did not hear at all, and did not notice that anyone was coming up.

A woman dressed in a plain collared skirt came with a lotus step, revealing a small section of embroidered headwork.

If you are not walking on the wooden floor, but on the lake, you will surely make a slight ripple with every step you take. The so-called Lingbo microstep, that's what it said.

The three of them looked at each other.

"I don't know who the two were the and the lyrics just now?" The woman asked.

Yang Moxi pointed to himself, "I sang the lyrics." โ€

Then he pointed at Xiao Zhenghong, "He gave a." โ€

The woman smiled and walked over, as if she wanted to take a closer look at the two men.

"Was it you who played the guzheng just now?" Yang Moxi looked at the woman in front of him, "The guzheng is in the store, but the person who plays it is not our musician." โ€

"How did you hear that?" The woman was surprised, "There are musicians in this Qingfeng Building. โ€

"There are musicians, but they only play on the first floor, and the instruments on the other floors are for customers. Of course, if you are willing to pay for it, you can also ask the musician to play on other floors. I'm a musician who can meet the demand. Yang Moxi smiled.

"You're the boss here?" The woman's eyes lit up.

"Yes."

Zhou Yu put his hand on Yang Moxi's shoulder, "Girl, this guy can be your little uncle at the age of this guy, don't have any ideas." โ€

There was a row of black lines on the door of Yang Moxi's head, "I'm only one year older than you, and I haven't reached the age of standing yet." โ€

The woman chuckled, not annoyed by Zhou Yu's joke.

There seemed to be a wave of light flowing under her eyes, glancing at Xiao Zhenghong from time to time.

Xiao Zhenghong sat on the outermost, playing with the jade pendant on the flute.

"Bosom friends are hard to find, today is considered to have met a bosom friend, and your table will be free." Yang Moxi said and used his mobile phone to send a message to the person at the counter on the first floor.

"That's embarrassing. It's lucky to see such a pavilion and play a song, not to mention that you can meet two people who understand this. Don't want to be free of charge. The woman shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. Or if you play a song for us, it will be regarded as food money. Yang Moxi said.

"How much did I take with you?" Zhou Yu asked him suddenly.

"I don't know. What's wrong? Want to pay it back? Yang Moxi gave him a blank look.

"No, I'm asking if I can play the piano too?" Zhou Yu burped.

"No way." Yang Moxi almost wanted to throw him downstairs, "Also, you have that diamond diamond at all." โ€

"Then let's keep on credit." Zhou Yu spread his hands.

"I'm wondering if I might make a cross at the door and hang you on it and tie you up, so that people can see what will happen to those who pay their debts on my territory." Yang Moxi looked at him with a smile.

"It's a big deal, it's done once a year." Zhou Yu waved his hand.

"You didn't have a knot last year." Yang Moxi said.

"Didn't you just come back and go to the hospital, I didn't have time. It doesn't matter, wait for the Chinese New Year to count this year's knot. Zhou Yu patted Yang Moxi's shoulder.

The woman sat down in front of a guqin, her fingers brushing the strings.

A lingering sound of the piano came.

The corner of the woman's eyes looked at Xiao Zhenghong, and she couldn't help but be a little disappointed when she saw that he was still playing with the jade pendant, without any thoughts of echoing it.

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