Chapter 70: It's Not a Singer
"Congratulations girl, I didn't expect the girl to be so powerful." The uncle from before chuckled.
Compared to other people's reactions, this uncle's mentality is excellent.
"Thank you, uncle, it's just luck." She responded modestly.
At this time, the dealer pushed her principal and won the silver over, and was slightly surprised to see that thirty taels became ninety taels, and the win tripled? The money came too quickly.
For a moment, she admired that it was a good place.
When the man saw her put away the silver, he wondered, "Aren't you playing?" ”
"Hmmm! I'll take a look elsewhere, uncle, you play first. She said and waved her hand goodbye.
Passing by a few gambling tables and looking at the gameplay, she simply continued to wander around, and soon saw a long table with delicate pastries, fruits and candied fruits and other snacks, she tasted a piece of mung bean cake happiness spontaneously, the sweetness is moderate and melts in the mouth, delicious!
After a few moments, she walked to the lounge area, where there was tea and a stage, and the chairs were more comfortable.
Guan Liang must be a person who can enjoy it!
At this time, a young girl on the stage is playing elegantly, the guzheng music is melodious, melodious, she chooses a good angle to sit down, relax her nerves.
She accidentally noticed a flash of red in front of her, and she looked up to find that there was a man sitting there, wearing a bright red robe, which was very eye-catching.
Big Red!
Ling Lan suddenly remembered that she had heard Mo Ziyu mention that she had seen Guan Liang before that the other party was wearing red, could it be difficult?
If that man is Guan Liang, it's really too coincidental.
With thoughts surging in her heart, she couldn't sit in her chair, so she stood up after sorting out her thoughts, and approached the left front lightly.
The red robe is very loose, you can see that the man is thin, the silver mask covers the facial features, the exposed eyes are slightly closed, and the eyelashes are long and dense...
As he was looking, the man's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the light of his eyes like a cold pool made Ling Lan's heart tremble.
She didn't look away, but approached generously: "I don't know this son's surname?" ”
The man half-narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't like to be disturbed, and looked at her with deep eyes for a while before he slowly responded: "Don't have your surname Guan, is there anything wrong with the girl?" ”
Ignoring his impatience, Ling Lan cheekily came to sit down beside him.
"Guan Gongzi is here alone, I think he likes to listen to music very much?"
Guan Liang frowned, this is not nonsense, don't like what to do here? He became irritable and prepared to chase people away.
Sensing the other party's emotional changes, Ling Lan went straight to the point: "That's the case, the little girl is not talented, she just created a song, so she wanted to discuss it with Childe on a whim, and I hope Childe will not dislike it." ”
For Guan Liang, there are countless girls who take the initiative to approach and talk to him, but no girl has ever dared to say so, because those who know him know that in addition to running a gambling house, his biggest hobby is opera, and he personally wrote lyrics and composed music that caused a sensation in the capital, so saying this topic in front of him is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation.
Seeing that this unknown woman was very serious, he played: "Okay, please tell the girl to come and listen." ”
Ling Lan smiled happily, no matter what the other party was thinking at this time, as long as she was given a chance to speak.
"Green bricks with tile paint
White horses step on new mud
Mountain flowers, banana leaves, twilight from dyed red towel
The eaves are sprinkled with raindrops
Smoke curled up
It's like where you are
Seek and seek
It's deserted..."
A slow voice, accompanied by a melodious and tactful guzheng song, Guan Liang was immersed in it and completely lost his mind.
He was extremely shocked in his heart, and after coming back to his senses, his eyes became hot and excited.
"You created this?" There was irrepressible joy in his voice.
"Yes, I don't know how Guan Gongzi feels?"
"Good, good, very good!" Guan Liang praised.
"Really?"
Guan Liang nodded, waved his hand and called for someone to get a pen and paper.
"Girl, I wonder if you can write down the words?"
"No problem, but my hands have been uncomfortable lately, so I can only bother my son." She just finds a reason, she can't write the word cockroach crawling, which will greatly reduce the impression of the other party.
Guan Liang couldn't ask for it, and agreed again and again!
A slow voice makes the two sympathize with each other, fortunately, Ling Lan used to prefer ancient songs, otherwise she really couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other party, which shows that Guan Liang has a high attainment in lyrics and songs.
After chatting for a while, a girl found Guan Liang and whispered in his ear, and the other party said goodbye to Ling Lan and invited her to the banquet two days later.
Ling Lan hesitated slightly, this progress was a bit fast.
seemed to see her thoughts, Guan Liang explained that two days later, he invited her to come over and enjoy the lyrics and music together.
Ling Lan agreed, and Guan Liang left happily.
"You're fast, you got familiar with it so quickly, and you made an appointment to meet next time?" Mo Ziyu didn't know when he came to the vicinity, and said quietly.
"When did you come here?" Ling Lan was taken aback.
"I'm back."
Seeing that the man left after speaking, his tone was still a little strange, and Ling Lan felt inexplicable.
All the way through the lively hall to the outside, back in the carriage Ling Lan quickly took off the mask, it was not very comfortable to carry this.
Mo Ziyu didn't move, leaned back and closed his eyes to recuperate.
The man seems to be angry?
"Did you lose money?" She guessed.
Mo Ziyu didn't react.
Ling Lan pursed her lips, thought about it and said in a deep voice, "That person is Guan Liang, right?" ”
Mo Ziyu opened his eyes, raised his hand to remove the mask on his face and threw it aside: "Why did he ask you to meet next time?" ”
Blinking, Ling Lan found that the man tonight was cloudy, especially the tone of this sentence was very wrong.
"Because, I sang a song, and he thought it was good."
"You can still sing?"
There was little space inside the carriage, which was filled with the man's gloomy mood at this time.
Ling Lan observed her words and nodded silently.
Mo Ziyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and her mood calmed down a little.
"Sing and listen."
Ling Lan: "..."
She is not a singer, she sings to Guan Liang in order to get close to the other party.
Seeing her frowning, Mo Ziyu's narrow eyes were slightly gloomy, and her emotions were uncertain.
"If it's nice, forget the money you owe."
Speaking of silver, Ling Lan's eyes lit up and she was full of energy, she cleared her throat and hummed.
Mo Ziyu's eyebrows gradually stretched, the gloomy aura around him dissipated, and he looked straight at Ling Lan, the emotions in his eyes were complicated.
At the end of the song, Ling Lan raised her head confidently: "How?" ”
seemed to be still immersed in her singing, and Mo Ziyu was stunned for a moment when she heard the question, and then nodded slightly: "Two clear." ”
Ling Lan smiled happily, with a small calculation in her eyes: "Does this son still want to listen to other tunes?" We're all so acquainted, how about giving you a friendship price, ten taels of silver per song? ”
Seeing her heartless joke, the haze in Mo Ziyu's heart was swept away, in fact, he didn't know what was going on just now, and his anger couldn't help but surge, but he couldn't tell the reason.
I only felt that Ling Lan and Guan Liang were in close contact and talking and laughing, which was very dazzling...
"Good!" He returned to normalcy.