Qin Cao looked at the man in front of him who was still frowning slightly with his eyes closed, and he didn't feel a pain in his heart, Chen Chen at this time was very much like the boy who was reading quietly on the side and listening to himself playing the piano when he was a child, when he saw the headache, his brows frowned slightly, and then said: "Change the song." ”

Probably in a dream, those memories that should have been sealed in the dust began to appear in Chen Chen's dreams again, Childe, do you know that for your change of songs, I have learned all the tunes in the "Music and Piano Score", which is a collection of famous works in the world.

Piano, this song is called, happy to meet, childe, you in your dreams, can you spread your eyebrows, there are too many troubles in this world, I would like to share a little with you.

Chen Chen's eyebrows really opened, his eyes opened, the corners of his mouth hooked, and commented: "What a song "Happy Meeting", I am very happy to meet you." ”

Hearing this, Qin Cao stopped playing the music in an instant, and looked at her son-in-law with confusion, expectation, and a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

At this time, Chen Chen became very dazed, as if he had suddenly changed back to the little drunkard he had before.

"My head hurts, it seems like I have a dream, I in the dream, it seems to be ......" Chen Chen raised his head and looked at Qin Cao's eyes looking at him, only to feel like the girl in the dream, the girl in the dream who was tempted by himself, but the dream was ethereal after all, the more he wanted to catch it, the more he couldn't find it, but he just had an intuition to tell himself that this was not a dream, this was the ten years lost in his memory.

Qin Cao seemed to be asking a question, but he was full of confidence, and said: "You in your dream are a son, and your name is Xiyu, right?"

Chen Chen raised his head, looked at the girl in front of him who had let himself unconsciously stare at the music when he first met and listened to the music, nodded, and then sat up from the bed and asked, "How do you know?"

The girl hooked the corners of her mouth, and when she was about to answer, Song Xiaoxiao walked in: "Little boy, that old drunkard is here to pick you up." With that, she pulled the girl out of the room, and Qin Cao looked at Chen Chen while retreating, as if in her heart, the most worthy person in the world was him.

The old drunkard walked into the room, looked at Chen Chen, and showed a strange smile: "Didn't you kid say that that softness is not a strong drink, why did you sleep like our old horse not long after drinking, and you can't wake up when you fuck scream." ”

"This ...... Isn't it because I'm tired, I've walked so far, I'm sleepy, this wine, it plays a role in sleeping, right, so as soon as I drank it, it urged me to sleep, and I fell asleep. Chen Chen stood up, but covered his stomach again, and muttered: "When I woke up this time, I was really hungry and panicked, I was still thinking about what dream I had before, but the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't remember, it was very strange." ”

The old drunkard was dumbfounded, but he thought that this kid had slept for half a decade, and he was only a little hungry, but he was also a talent. Thinking of this, the old drunkard had a smile on his face, touched the sloppy beard on the side of his mouth, and said: "Let's go, this old bustard is good, and he also prepared two bowls of Yangchun noodles for us to fill our stomachs. As for your dream, it may come to mind completely after a while. ”

Chen Chen smiled hesitantly: "This old bustard is good, some eyesight, although it is wilder than those old bustards from the other six countries, it is also a little interesting." After saying that, he followed the example of the old drunkard and touched his chin, which did not have much beard.

The old drunkard slapped Chen Chen's head: "It's really fucking hairless on your mouth and can't speak firmly, you know the wildness of a fart at a young age." After speaking, the old drunkard tugged at the crotch of his pants, as if he thought that he seemed to have experienced such wildness back then, and when he took those new recruits from the Western Desert to visit the kiln, those old bustards were much wilder than Xichu, thinking of this, the old drunkard felt that he missed the beautiful woman in the green shirt in his mind, wild or gentle, who can compare to you half a point.

Chen Chen didn't care what the old drunkard was thinking, he just dragged the old drunkard and walked out, and shouted: "Go faster, the Yangchun noodles are cold, but they won't taste good." ”

In this Maoyan Town, the Qingxin Pavilion is the most popular among drinkers, although the boss Song Xiaoxiao is jokingly called the old bustard, and even more called Song's mother, but those who know a little know that this Qingxin Pavilion is not only the girl Yaran at night, playing the piano and dancing, which is enough to match a few pots of Xichu wine to the stomach, when the sun is shining, it is like a small restaurant that embraces all rivers, among the restaurants, the number of Yangchun noodles is the most delicious.

Those who are a little familiar with Song Xiaoxiao often give a thumbs up, praising her for her business acumen, and she has made so many famous halls out of a Qingxin Pavilion. And that Song Xiaoxiao just smiled shyly, saying that it was just hospitality, looking at the guest willing to sit together, this heart was very happy, so there was that person who personally went down to the pavilion to solicit customers, as for whether anyone pointed fingers, saying that this Qinglou is not like a Qinglou, it is really a bitch to set up an archway and something like that, it reached Song Xiaoxiao's ears, and it was just a smile, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the Chunguang Building next to him Lou, say that the meat dishes here are more in line with your taste, if you are in a bad mood, you can directly smile and say how can there be a clay kiln to drill, please take care of yourself.

In short, this Song Xiaoxiao is in this Maoyan Town, and her Qingxin Pavilion is the same, it is elegant and can not be more elegant, the old residents in this Maoyan Town, there are many people who covet this husbandless woman, but they have no choice but to "I will be to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch" The mind can only be shared with drinking friends.

At that small table, the piano operator was no longer there, just Song Xiaoxiao, the old drunkard and Chen Chen, Song Xiaoxiao watched the two eat noodles, listened to the chatting and joking of the guests at the next table, and laughed from time to time to deal with the questions asked by the guests next to him: "Is it yes, Boss Song." ”

Listening to the chat next to him, the old drunkard seemed to realize that it seemed a little inappropriate to call her the bustard before, and then said a little apologetically: "I didn't know that you were this kind of flower name, I called you the bustard before, but I was a little sorry." ”

Song Xiaoxiao looked stunned, and was about to say something like "the benefactor saved my life", but saw the old drunkard wink, and then just smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The old drunkard asked thoughtfully: "You opened this Qingxin Pavilion here, and the girls have not been harassed or anything?"

Song Xiaoxiao, who originally propped her hand on the table, stroked Qingsi: "Naturally, there were at the beginning, but most of the drunken people in this Maoyan Town were bitter people in the Spring and Autumn War, and they helped each other, not to mention that there are still many chivalrous and righteous galls in this Jianghu." ”

Chen Chen chewed noodles in his mouth, and interjected vaguely: "I will also be a chivalrous man in the future, and I will have a lot of chivalrous liver and courage." After speaking, the old drunkard laughed, Song Xiaoxiao just smiled silently, looking at the two of them, Chen Chen muttered a defense: "This is the truth." But I didn't know that the woman behind the screen shook her shoulders slightly, and she couldn't help but let herself laugh.

After eating the noodles, Chen Chen stood up and hugged his fists and said: "Boss Song, I Chen Chen has written down the kindness of this side, and when he sees him in the rivers and lakes in the future, there will be a time to repay the kindness." Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the head again, and the old drunkard got up and smiled slightly embarrassedly: "Boss Song." Since this side of the favor of this turtle will help me repay it, just give me another gourd wine, and this kid will repay me together when the time comes. ”

Ignoring Chen Chen's round eyes, the old drunkard took off the wine gourd on his waist and handed it to Song Xiaoxiao, who took the wine by himself. As for Chen Chen, he sighed helplessly: "You old drunkard, your face is also hardened. ”

The old drunkard leaned into Chen Chen's ear and asked with a soft smile: "Could it be that your face is soft?" Ignoring Chen Chen, who was a little red at the root of his ears, the old drunkard continued: "Let's go west?"

Chen Chen scratched his head and asked, "Where is it?"

"We'll see. The two continued to chatter about the rest of the matter, and while chattering, Song Xiaoxiao handed the wine gourd full of softness to the old drunkard. In response to a thank you, the old drunkard pulled Chen Chen downstairs, until after walking a long way, as if knowing that Song Xiaoxiao was watching the two of them, the old drunkard patted the gourd on his waist, then raised his hand and waved it twice.

In the attic, in Tian Xin's room, Song Xiaoxiao sat on a chair and looked at the piano gymnastics sitting on the bed in a daze, and laughed: "Little Nizi, is the spring heart budding?"

Qin Cao lost his outfit when he was performing outside at this time, and the woman, whose original name was Tian Xin, suddenly turned her head in surprise when she heard this, and asked in surprise: "Aunt Song, don't you go to the building to take care of the business?"

Looking at Tian Xin, who was holding the pillow behind him tightly with both hands, Song Xiaoxiao quipped: "Isn't there still a spring rain in the building, you little girl didn't crush the embroidered pillow that you got during the festival last year." ”

The girl flew a red glow on her cheeks, raised her head and replied with great momentum: "Even if the spring heart sprouts, it has been moving for many years." After saying that, he lowered his head again, and the poor embroidered pillow was pinched even more deformed.

Song Xiaoxiao, who had already tasted the taste of temptation, got up and sat down next to the girl, and gently stroked Tian Xin's long hair: "Silly Nizi, if you are tempted, you will be tempted, I heard the general say in his spare time, you are the only woman who can speak after he was born except for his wife, this is fate." ”

Tian Xin pursed his lips, two dimples appeared on his face, and he held the pillow in his arms from behind: "That's not it, when the son was able to take me home in Jianzhou, the master also said when he was telling the hexagram, my life belongs to yin, he belongs to yang, and he is born with an fate that is difficult to dismantle, otherwise even if Mrs. allows me to come here and wait for him, Uncle Wang will not find me." ”

"No wonder the general told me to let me take care of you, it turns out that you and Childe still have this fate. Song Xiaoxiao thought thoughtfully, remembering what Chen Tang, the general who let himself come here to open the Qingxin Pavilion for a living, said: " I'm sorry for your man, I promised to let him not die at the time, but if it weren't for the king's seniors, even you couldn't protect it, but it's useless to say sorry, this fucking world is like this, I have a little guy at home who is as big as your dead baby, and I was forced to read books every day, and I introduced him to several masters every day to learn strategy and strategy, even if I die on the battlefield one day, he has to resist my position, I wish he didn't know anything, I can't let your man and baby come back to life, I can only cut off the head of Xu Fuxian, the bastard who caused you to leave your hometown that day。 ”

Oh, if you say hate, you don't hate the honest General Chen Tang, but you hate the world a little, not to mention that the general will not support himself in the future with a little money to let himself open this premier Qingxin Pavilion in this Maoyan Town, how much do you hate people?

Song Xiaoxiao hugged Tian Xin, Tian Xin leaned her head on Song Xiaoxiao's shoulder, Song Xiaoxiao looked down at Tian Xin's chest, and vaguely remembered that when she was young, wasn't she also an ordinary girl with a spring heart, so she sighed: "Don't worry, the eighteenth change of the female university, not to mention that you have become so delicate and delicate, which man will not be tempted?"

The woman looked at Song Xiaoxiao's gaze, and when she heard it, Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and she replied with a red face and a slightly waxy voice: "Doesn't it mean that men in the world like that kind of broad-minded woman." ”

I felt that the shoulder I was pillowing was a little trembling because of the smile, and when I looked sideways, Song Xiao smiled back: "Your son, but he is a strange man, different from most men in this world." ”

I can hear that someone recognizes her son, even if he is now cynical, the girl is still full of joy and laughter.

Actually, Aunt Song, I haven't told you yet, there is a jade pendant on my chest, which was given to me by my wife, and she told me that this jade belongs to yin, and Gongzi also has a piece of it, which belongs to yang. Thinking of this, the smile on the girl's face is called satisfaction.

The pair of masters and apprentices who have gone a long way, there is a jade pendant hanging on the waist of the little drunkard for a long time, which is gently shaking in the wind, I don't know if it is also clear, another complementary jade pendant master, is thinking about the little drunkard in his heart, and has been talking about it for ten years.