Chapter 139: Let's Have a Literary Performance

The milk tea was sprinkled all over the ground, pouring the undried snow marks on the ground, leaving a deep and shallow imprint.

Ning Chengwen stood in place in a daze, looking down at the fragments of the teacup on the ground, and didn't move for a long time.

Ning Xin looked out through the window paper.

Seeing her father's helpless and aggrieved appearance, I also felt that I was a little too much.

There's nothing you can't say.

Why is it so ugly.

But the words that Yuan Shanchang said just now seemed to be still hovering in her ears.

There is no way for her to pretend to be calm.

Forget it, he deserves to be punished too.

No matter what, I'm an adult, and I'm responsible for what I've done and what I've said.

Ning Xin let out a long sigh, didn't look at Ning Chengwen anymore, and lifted the quilt to cover her little face.

I didn't say anything all night, and I got up early the next morning.

Because of the fire, Ning Xin's mood has gradually improved.

I still thought that I would have a good chat with Ning Chengwen when I had dinner for a while.

Don't let your own cub go back with a stomach full of grievances.

didn't expect that when she washed up, she heard that Ning Chengwen had already returned to the academy.

"When did you go back?" She asked.

Alin replied, "Oh, the young master left early in the morning, saying that there is no need to call the little lady." ”

Ah Lin had already registered in the martial arts hall yesterday, and Director Yin asked him to send him a set of clothes for practice.

Black satin shorts, with a corset design on the wrists and ankles.

In this way, it is more convenient to practice boxing on weekdays, and it will not drag mud and water.

Alin was so happy to get the clothes that he changed when he got home, and he still wears them like this to this day.

Ning Xin nodded, looked at his little eyes that couldn't help but show, and praised casually: "The clothes are very chic to wear, but they are thinner, don't stand outside, be careful of catching a cold." ”

The little lady praised her practice clothes.

Alin was so happy that the corners of his mouth were grinning to the back of his head.

"Well, the young master also praised me for wearing a practice uniform and being imposing, telling me to study martial arts hard and not let you worry about it."

Hearing this, Ning Xin was slightly stunned and didn't say anything more.

In Ning Xin's heart, this was just a small dispute between her and her cub.

In the eyes of the rest of the family, it has become an irreconcilable contradiction between father and daughter.

Otherwise, how could the good-natured girl smash the bowl casually.

"Did your dad get into trouble out there?"

"Yes, don't be embarrassed to speak, anyway, he will also call the old man uncle, and the old man will go to the academy to help you teach him a lesson!"

After that, Fourth Uncle Yu was so aggressive that he put down his chopsticks and was about to go out.

Ning Xin hurriedly stopped the person back: "It's okay uncle, it's just a trivial matter, my father didn't cause trouble." ”

"And what cup did you drop?" Fourth Uncle Yu was dissatisfied.

Ning Xin was afraid that more people would know about her father's playing leaf cards, which would make her father, who was already thin-skinned, even more embarrassed.

He didn't explain in detail, but only told the two old men that he had solved the matter.

Ning Chengwen went back to the academy this time, and did not go home twice in three days like before.

Ning Xin was busy dealing with the work of Yi Cui Lou, and she didn't take the time to ponder her father's careful thoughts.

On the side of Yicui Building, Ruan Mingyu got Ning Xin's instructions and immediately took a few girls to rehearse the show.

They are different from the average skinny horse.

Because the grandmother who raised them at that time was originally a Geisha in Jinling, but she gradually retired when she was old and decrepit.

Therefore, although their appearance is not very good, their talents are extremely exquisite.

There are people who play the piano and sing songs, which can be compared to the famous prostitute Xue Tao.

There is a poetic talent, which is excellent, comparable to the mystery of a talented woman.

There are also moving dance skills that can compete with Feiyan Hede.

During the interval between the rehearsals of Yicui Building, Ning Xin ran over to check a few times.

Then he gave some suggestions from the lighting, costumes, props and the order of play.

"Your advice is so good, if you ......"

Stunned by the picture described by Ning Xin, Ruan Mingyu almost lost her mouth, and hurriedly apologized sincerely: "I was really dizzy for a while, don't blame my sister." ”

Ning Xin waved her hand generously: "It's okay, you just have to arrange it well, and the show I said should be placed in the last one, and you must practice hard." ”

"Mmmm, don't worry."

Ruan Mingyu responded seriously, and Ning Xin staggered away from Yicui Building with her hands behind her back.

She is not a person with literary and artistic cells.

But as a class teacher, she doesn't know how many parties or art performances she has hosted.

I can't play her, but I know how to organize her.

She just wants to organize a unique party to blind Gu Yunting and those gentlemen.

In this way, the reputation of Yicui Building can be counted.

Naturally, people will come to the door one after another.

After that, they either continued to serve people with sex, or they made a living by their talents, which had nothing to do with Ning Xin.

She has already mapped out the road, and it is not up to her to manage how to go.

Coming out of Yicui Building, Ning Xin went to the martial arts hall to take a look at Ah Lin again.

Director Yin didn't lie, although Alin was older, he had a good body.

The fall is very resistant to beating.

He never shouted that he was tired, and after a few days, whether it was Director Yin or the other brothers in the hall, they all had a very good impression of him.

"It's a little difficult to make him a peerless master, but if you just let him take care of the family, the old man can assure you that there is absolutely no problem."

Curator Yin received the seedlings, and he was in a very good mood, chatting with Ning Xin for a while, with a smile on his face.

Ning Xin, as the parent of the "trumpet", also flattered enthusiastically for a while, coaxing Director Yin even more happy.

Curator Yin sent her out, Ning Xin stood still and looked at the sky, and said goodbye with a smile: "My brother Alin will ask you......"

Before he finished saying this, he saw Director Yin's face suddenly change, and a person was caught out of the alley in a violent manner.

"What are you! What are you doing with this girl? ”

Ning Xin was startled and hurriedly went to see the person's appearance.

An ordinary man, in his twenties, tall and tall, but his brain doesn't seem to be so bright.

The eyes of the heart were written on his face, and he was grabbed by the collar by Director Yin, and he muttered a sentence for a long time: "I, I don't have ......"

Curator Yin kicked this person's fart|stock: "You are blind when you are Lao Tzu!" How long have you been hanging at this door, aren't you just waiting for this girl to be alone! ”

Ning Xin looked at the visitor repeatedly for a long time, and after confirming that she really didn't know him, she grabbed Director Yin's sleeve and said, "Grandpa Yin, don't be angry, he didn't say that we would just send the yamen directly." ”

She thought it was another child trafficker, and she didn't pay attention to it at all.

Just thinking that Alin was not around during this time, she would have to call Fourth Uncle Yu when she went out in the future, and don't really negligently ask someone to sell someone to be a child daughter-in-law.

But as soon as her voice fell, she heard a strange movement of yin and yang not far away: "Put him down for me!" ”

The voice was sharp and thin, as if someone was sharpening a knife in his throat.

Ning Xin frowned, and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the voice.

I saw a white-haired old man with a white face and beard standing at the mouth of the alley, staring at her with a gaze that was both greedy and novel.

It's like a hunter has seen something new and playful.

Ning Xin was inexplicably disgusted by his gaze, and her body trembled.