Seeing this, this person couldn't help but feel a little proud, he looked at the flowers on the stage, and said loudly: "Miss flowers, what do you think of this poem below?" ”

Wet Flower nodded: "Childe is really ridiculous, since ancient times, there are no stunning beauties, only beautiful people, and Childe's sentence is overwhelming the country and the city, shocking the world, forgive Wet Flower dare not take responsibility, Xie Gongzi." ”

She bowed and smiled at him.

Another person got up and said, "I'm coming, the leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost." The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

After listening to this, she smiled slightly: "The ancient writing of acacia, the one who has never had the "Pu Jia", the so-called lovesickness, can not be seen, and can not be sought; Although I worked hard to ask for it, I couldn't get it in the end, so I thought about it and thought about it, rippling between the words. I heard the string song, the string stopped and the sound was there. I like this poem very much, if the "Yiren" in the poem is identified as a lover and a lover, then this poem is a melancholy expression of the lyricist's persistent pursuit of beautiful love and the melancholy that the pursuit cannot be made. The spirit is precious and the love is sincere, but the result is slim and the situation is very sad. ”

Born in such a land of fireworks, how can she not be sad.

"Gongzi Xie." She also owes a salute.

"The sinking fish and the geese are noisy, and the flowers are sad and the flowers are sad."

...

After a few successions, the girl refused with a smile.

"The clouds want clothes, the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." After Mu Ran finished speaking, he took a bite of the snowflake cream in his hand and quietly waited for Xiao Wei's reaction.

The flower on the stage thought for a few seconds, she turned sideways to face the direction of Mu Ran, and asked, "This son, can you explain a thing or two to the flower?" ”

Mu Ran pursed her lips and smiled, she put the pastry back on the plate, and then took a sip of tea before replying: "There is nothing special about this poem, seeing the splendor of the clouds and thinking of the beauty of the beauty, seeing the beauty of the flowers, and the beauty of the beauty, in fact, the clouds are used as a metaphor for clothes, and flowers as a metaphor for beauty." ”

When the words fell, one of the people in the crowd said: "What is this, isn't it just a metaphor for beauty?" There is no difference between it and the poem written by the brother Tai just now. ”

Immediately afterwards, another person said: "According to what you say, I think that the sinking fish and geese are noisy, and the shy flowers and the moon flowers are trembling, which is even better." ”

Everyone nodded their heads.

Wet Flower nodded approvingly, and she was ready to bow and refuse.

Mu Ran interrupted first: "But I sympathize more with the beauty in the poem, although three thousand are pampered, but she is just a woman who can't control her own fate, whether she becomes someone else's woman, or finally dies in the chaos, she is the saddest." What do you think, Wet Flower Girl? ”

Wet flowers smiled and saluted: "Please go upstairs and get together with Wet Flowers." ”

When the words fell, the whole hall became noisy.

Seeing this, the old bustard hurriedly said: "Oh, boy, I'm sorry, tonight's girl is this little boy's, everyone, please." ”

The next people began to send off guests.

"Childe, please come here." A maid approached.

Mu Ran smiled awkwardly, stood up, and was led upstairs by the maid.

"Yu Kezhou, what to do, I'm nervous." She tugged at the sleeve of Yu Kezhou's coat next to her.

"Stupid, they're all women, what's the matter, you're afraid that she will be strong and you won't be able to?" He whispered back in Mu Ran's ear.

"When is it, you're still talking about the wind and cold." She glared at him angrily.

Yu Kezhou pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't be afraid, I'll wait for you in the next room, if you encounter danger, you will shout, I will rush in to save you." ”

The maid stopped at the door of a room and saluted, "Childe, please." ”

Mu Ran looked at Yu Kezhou pitifully and said, "Then don't leave me and run away." ”

He stroked her head and smiled, "Absolutely not." ”

She had to reluctantly loosen Yu Kezhou's sleeve, pushed open the door and walked in.

The maid closed the door from the outside.

Makizome stood in place and took several deep breaths before relaxing, and she slowly walked inside, a good fragrance rushing into her nose.

She opened the red curtain, and at this time, Xiao Wei had already changed her clothes and sat at the table, and when she saw Mu Ran coming, she smiled lightly: "Childe, please take a seat." ”

Makiran sat down beside her.

"Childe, please have tea."

Somewhat bewildered, she took the teacup and took a sip.

"Childe doesn't have to be nervous." Wet Flower refilled the tea in his cup: "Childe's poem Wet Flower likes it very much, Childe is very literate." ”

"You're welcome."

"Xiaomi? Is this the name that Childe gave to Wet Flowers? ”

Mu Ran looked at her fixedly.

Wet Flower was stared at a little unnaturally by him, and asked, "Is it Wet Flower's dress, is there anything dissatisfied with Childe?" ”

"No, Xiao Wei is beautiful."

"Thank you, Childe." She lifted her sleeves to cover the corners of her lips.

"Xiao Wei, you don't call me a son-in-law, just call me Xiao Ran."

"Wet flowers know that their status is lowly, so don't make fun of Wet Flowers."

Mu Ran picked up the pastries on the table and ate them: "Xiaowei, you eat it too." ”

She smiled and refused: "It's better to play a song for Gonghua to relieve the boredom of Gongzi." ”

"Okay."

As soon as the words fell, she stood up and saluted, and then sat down at the piano table.

After a while, the sound of the piano sounded slowly.

Looking at the woman in the distance, Mu Ran suddenly felt depressed.

How much despair did the girl here go through to be reduced to staying here to make a living?

Her little wet, every day to greet people she doesn't like with a smile, even if she is reluctant, she has to think of ways to make them happy, she thought for a moment, got up and walked to the flowers.

"Childe, is it not good to play the flowers? Why did Childe cry? ”

Seeing Mu Ran burst into tears, Wet Flower was so shocked that she stopped the movements of her hands, she was still very confident in her piano skills.

Mu Ran stepped forward and hugged her.

Wet flower one lay unsteadily on the ground.

"Xiaowei, I miss you so much."

Wet flowers are at a loss, why did the person on her body suddenly cry?

"Male... Childe, what's wrong with you? She gradually hugged Makiran.

"I miss Shen Wei, I miss my father and mother, I want to go home..."

Mihua was stunned for a while, Mu Ran cried alone for a while before sitting up, she sniffed and went to help Mihua: "I'm sorry, did I hurt you." ”

"It's okay to wet the flowers, thank you for your concern."

Wet Flower took out a handkerchief, wiped away her tears for Mu Ran, and said softly: "If Childe has any heart, you can confide in Wet Flower, Wet Flower is willing to relieve Childe's worries." ”

"Xiaowei, if you don't want to stay here, I can take you out, I can help you settle down, and you can do whatever you want in the future, and you don't have to live like this anymore."

She was shocked: "Thank you son, my parents died when I was a child, I grew up in the folk song pavilion since I was a child, my godmother treated me very well, and my sisters love me, and I want to stay here to repay them." ”

"But you're not happy."

"Childe said and laughed, the fate of the flower is not up to herself, just like the beauty that Childe said, what about the three thousand favors, it is the saddest thing to be born involuntarily." She smiled bitterly, and then got up: "Childe's hair is messy, let's make up Childe." ”